The old year is about to pass, the new year is coming soon, at this moment of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, at the gate of Jiangbei No. 1 Middle School, the flowers are full of flowers, and hundreds of male and female students wearing thin school uniforms are holding bouquets and waiting quietly.

The school leader stood at the gate and kept looking at his watch, it was already three o'clock, half an hour later than the agreed time, but he didn't dare to let the students go back to the classroom, what if Mr. Nie suddenly came.

For the overall effect, the school leaders asked the students to wear autumn uniforms, boys wear shirts and ties, and girls wear skirts.

"Students, hold on a little longer, everyone sings." A young teacher with a good eye directed everyone to sing the school song, and the principal cast an approving look at him.

Snowflakes gradually drifted in the sky, and before Mr. Nie came, the dean of education approached the principal and said, "Do you want to make a phone call and ask?" ”

The headmaster said, "That's rude, just wait." ”

"It's coming, it's coming." A sharp-eyed teacher pointed to the distance and shouted, a black stretch car drove over, stopped at the gate of the first middle school, the principal and the director of teaching hurried over, the window was lowered, revealing the old man's kind face: "I'm sorry, Principal Wang, there is a meeting in the city to attract investment and delay time." ”

"Where, Mr. Nie, don't get out of the car, it's cold outside." The principal said very thoughtfully.

The dean waved his hand at the back, and the school drum and bugle corps, which was shivering from the cold, began to play, and the male and female students also waved bouquets and shouted in unison: "Welcome, welcome, warm welcome......"

The principal and the director of education got into the car, the car drove straight to the school auditorium, where the lights were shining, it had already been prepared, the heating was burned enough, the car stopped at the door, the bodyguard in black got out of the car and opened the door, and carried Mr. Nie out, the old man was full of silver, in good spirits, wearing a black cashmere coat, and his style was extraordinary.

Leaders and guests sat on the rostrum, fruit plates, drinks, tea, and tea were in place one by one, and the New Year's Day art show of a middle school began, with two young teachers as hosts, a man and a woman, all the programs were directed and performed by teachers and students.

The principal and the secretary sat on both sides of Mr. Nie, introducing the situation to him in detail, and when he saw the highlights, the old man was very reserved and stretched out his hand and patted slowly, and said a few words to the principal and the secretary from time to time, and then the three of them nodded and smiled together, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

"Who's that old man?" A new teacher asked a colleague.

"You don't even know about him, you always know about it, right?" The colleague asked disdainfully.

"Of course Dakai knows that Jiangbei is the most bullish businessman."

"The big open is his son's one. He used to be our No. 1 middle school, the old guy is rich, our school's Wenfu Building is named after him, and he will donate a lot of money to the school every year, a lot, a lot! The colleague said with reverence.

"Ahh That's amazing! The new teacher was dumbfounded. Looking at Old Mr. Nie again, his gaze was completely different.

But the young teacher doesn't know the glorious history of this old Mr. Nie, as early as the sixties of the last century, the most ** period, as a tea stove worker in a middle school, Nie Wenfu, became the ** faction commander between the **, leading the Red Guards to fight the principal, fighting the teacher, I don't know how many teachers have been tragically killed by him, the old principal was forced to die in the cowshed by him.

Later, Nie Wenfu couldn't stay in a middle school, transferred to the city of Jian'an company as a worker, all the way from ordinary workers to the position of the number one in the Jian'an company, in the early days of reform and opening up in the eighties, speculation made a lot of money, and later in the nineties state-owned enterprise restructuring, he through a series of ** work, without spending a penny on the state-owned assets Jian'an company into his own private enterprise, and handed over to his son Nie Wanlong to take care of.

This is a long time ago, the past is like the wind, who still remembers to be a **, but Mr. Nie remembers that he has a deep love for this once glorious school, and has donated money many times to build teaching buildings, pastures, donated teaching equipment, and named one of the teaching buildings after himself, of course, now Nie Wenfu has changed to Nie Wenfu, who is more pedantic.

Mr. Nie is not a real good person, he does all this for a purpose, that is, to turn this prestigious middle school in Jiangbei City into his private property.

"The next program, ** dance, sailing on the sea by the helmsman, is performed by a group of girls in the second and third grades of high school, please enjoy." With the voice of the announcer Huang Ying, the curtain opened, and nine girls wearing grass-green 65-style military uniforms stood on the stage in three rows, all wearing liberation caps on their heads, a red star and two red flags, and red armbands on their arms.

Seeing this scene, the teachers and students in the audience all laughed, but Mr. Nie's breathing became short, staring intently at the stage, the principal and the secretary glanced at each other, and each smiled.

The dance began, in the passionate singing, the nine girls began to dance, obviously they were only trained by assault, the movements were not very smooth, and they could not perform the momentum of the revolutionary generals sweeping everything, but this situation still brought Mr. Nie to that turbulent years.

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The auditorium of a lieutenant colonel was full, all of them were young people wearing green military uniforms or blue tunics, noisy and noisy everywhere, the stage was full of red flags, and the singing was passionate "The revolutionary wind and thunder are agitated, and the soldiers have the rising sun", Nie Wanfu, the commander of the fifth category of the first middle school, was on the stage with his legs cocked, holding a cigarette from the front door in his mouth, and a blood-stained artificial leather armed belt was placed beside him.

On the stage, a group of teachers wearing papier-mâché hats with heavy iron signs around their necks stood tremblingly on chairs, and behind each of them stood a young revolutionary general with an armed belt crossed over his waist and eyes wide in anger.

"Bring them down!" Commander Nie gave an order, these bulls, ghosts, snakes, gods, and academic leaders were all escorted down by the junior general, and then nine female students in military uniforms walked to the stage, the music of the helmsman sounded when the sea sailed, and the nine girls danced heroically, and the audience applauded continuously.

Commander Nie's eyes were fixed on the girl who led the dance, without blinking, the girl was very beautiful, very beautiful, beautiful and pleasant......

"Nie Lao, Nie Lao......" Nie Wanfu suddenly felt that he was distracted, the dance had ended, and the principal and secretary of No. 1 Middle School were greeting him with a smile.

"Oh, good, this dance is good." Mr. Nie applauded, it was the kind of applause in the real sense, not a reserved pretense. patted it, and took out a silk handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of his eyes.

The principal and the secretary glanced at each other again, their hearts were full of pride, this time they finally got Mr. Nie's temper right.

"Elder Nie, the school has prepared a New Year's dinner in the evening, you must appreciate your face." The principal said flatteringly, and honey was dripping from an old face.

"This ......" Nie Wanfu was noncommittal, and the secretary hurriedly added: "Nie Lao, let's have a party with the students." ”

Nie Wanfu naturally understood the meaning, so he nodded reservedly and said, "It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate, I haven't had a party with the children for a long time." ”

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At the end of the art show**, the teachers got off work, the students were on vacation, and in the backstage of the auditorium, the girls who had changed their clothes were about to go out, when suddenly the teaching director appeared with a serious face and said: "Students, call home, the school has a dinner at night." ”

Xiaoxue bit her lip in embarrassment, but finally plucked up the courage to say, "Director, I have to go back to deliver food, can I not participate?" ”

"How can this be!" The dean of education widened his eyes, and his face was inexplicably surprised: "Wen Xue, your classmates have good grades, but they don't like to participate in ** activities, which is not good." ”

Wen Xue didn't dare to refute anymore.

The girls boarded the school's minibus and drove towards Bao Yilou, which is located near Binjiang Avenue, which is a fairly high-end restaurant in Jiangbei City.

Not long after the minibus left, Teacher Chen came, and was surprised that the students were gone, so he asked the school worker, "Where are the students?" ”

"Let Director Zhu take it away, saying that he was going to eat at Bao Yilou."

When Mr. Chen heard this, he quickly ran into the carport and launched his bicycle.

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Bao Yinglou, wearing a red cheongsam and a white mink shawl, the welcome lady welcomed the distinguished guests into the door, and took them to the private room on the third floor, the spacious private room was warm as spring, luxuriously decorated, and the polite waiters shuttled back and forth in the corridor, crystal clear goblet wine glasses, white napkins, and silver twinkling tableware, all of which dazzled the girls and did not dare to talk nonsense.

The principal, secretary, and director of education all took off their coats, revealing their suits and ties, and politely invited Mr. Nie to take a seat. ”

Elder Nie glanced at the teaching director with appreciation, the son can be taught.

Wen Xue stirred her hands together, with a reluctant face, but she didn't dare to disobey the director's intentions, the other female students didn't care, they were all girls who were not deeply involved in the world, thinking that they would never be fine with the school leaders, like a group of cheerful deer, talking and laughing.

Youth is invincible, Nie Lao sighed, and glanced at the girl named Wen Xue again, she was the one who led the dance just now, after all, the stage is far away, and now the private room is brightly lit, and the fine hairs on the girl's neck can be seen, which makes Nie Zong's heart surging.

"Come, sit next to Grandpa." Nie Lao said kindly.

The door opened, and Mr. Chen walked in, his head a little disheveled, and his coat was covered with mud and snow, and everyone in the room looked at him in surprise.

"Lao Chen, why are you here?" The well-dressed dean of instruction exclaimed.

Teacher Chen ignored him at all, walked over and grabbed Xiaoxue's hand and walked out: "Xiaoxue, go home." ”

"Lao Chen, what are you doing here?" The teaching director stepped forward to stop him, but was forced to retreat by Teacher Chen's eyes, he looked around the private room, but he didn't look at the god of wealth in No. 1 Middle School.

"You girls, hurry home, your parents are waiting at the school gate."

The girls exclaimed, picked up their clothes and school bags, and slipped away, although the principal secretary was the official university, but in the minds of the students, the most respected and loved teacher Chen was still the most.

"Let's go." Teacher Chen pulled Xiaoxue out of the private room.

The atmosphere in the private room suddenly became awkward, and the principal's secretary was extremely embarrassed, but fortunately, Nie Lao didn't care, and said with a smile: "This teacher looks a little familiar." ”

"Nie Lao has good eyesight, this is Lao Chen, the leader of our third grade of high school, his father, Professor Chen, has been the principal of our No. 1 Middle School since the fifties, Lao Chen is good at everything, he just likes to rely on the old and sell the old, alas, let Nie Lao smile." The principal was ashamed to accompany him.

"It's okay, let's eat ours." Elder Nie said with a generous smile.

The food began to be served, the price of Bao Yilou was extremely expensive, all kinds of dishes were dazzling, the wine was fragrant, and the atmosphere in the private room slowly eased again.

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Outside, the snow was already very heavy, the lights were on, the snow was all over the ground, the cars were driving slowly, a middle-aged man with gray hair, and a beautiful girl, against the wind, braving the snow, pushing the bicycle and walking with difficulty.

Snow, it's falling harder.