He Qingping, who didn't have much patience to wait for someone, waited for more than an hour after talking to Xiaopang, like being beaten with chicken blood, full of energy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info There were people coming in and out one after another, and he stood downstairs very quietly as a spectator. There are teachers who go to the office building to work, teachers who go out to buy vegetables, outsiders who come to give gifts, and children who go out to play and come home. All sorts of things, and so on. Of course, He Qingping didn't know any of these people. It's just that among them, there are two people who make him feel very impressed.

One is a tall student, estimated to be 188 cm tall, the tallest person He Qingping has ever seen. He is not only tall, but also very handsome, with an angular face, and his handsomeness is on par with that Wen Daobing. But there are still differences between the two, Wen Daobing's face has always been an indifferent expression, and it is easy to make people jealous when they look at it. But this person has a kind face, and it is convincing to look at. When the man saw He Qingping standing downstairs, although he didn't know him, he still smiled and nodded to He Qingping. This made He Qingping stunned for a while, thinking that if he waited for a while to come down, he would have to nod his head first. It's one thing to admit that you're handsome, but you can't afford to lose momentum.

The other person with a deep image is a middle-aged man in a suit and glasses. This person was carrying a dark bag in his hand, and he guessed that he was also looking for a teacher to give a gift, but it seemed to be more elegant than the other gift-givers. He stood downstairs for a long time, but did not go upstairs. He Qingping looked at it, guessing that this person should be the first time to give gifts, and it was inevitable that there would be some hesitation and hesitation in his heart, and there might be some expectations and unknowns - fear, yes, he was like this when he first came. It's just that this person looked much calmer and more stable than he was at the time for the first time. When the man saw He Qingping looking at him, he also turned his head to look at He Qingping. He Qingping didn't last long before he was defeated, tilting his head to the side and squinting at the sun. The middle-aged man smiled, and finally put down the burden in his heart and walked upstairs.

If He Qingping had accepted Xiaopang's invitation and went upstairs with him, he would have met another acquaintance - the little old man who had pretended to be a master in front of him, Mr. Zhao.

At this moment, Zhao Qianshan, who is at the top of the talent list, is lying on a lounger and watching an entertainment program on TV. He laughed from time to time, and was in good spirits, and he didn't look like an old man with an injured foot at all. He had a thick gauze tied to the ankle of his left foot and lifted it up on top of another stool at the same height as the lounger. The inside of the house, which was originally very clean, was a little messy again, and the room was filled with the smell of plaster, which made people smell very uncomfortable.

Xiao Fat, whose name is Zhao Lei, sat next to the old man, and while peeling apples, he chattered angrily, "I'm an old man in my sixties, I don't know what basketball to play, I'm really full!" It's all right now, I'm happy to have my feet! Grandma is too, she knows that you are playful, and she doesn't pay attention to you. ”

The old man didn't care about his grandson's complaints, and said happily: "It's okay to have a broken foot, you don't know, I don't usually see your grandmother, and I don't know which old men she goes out to square dance with every day." Now it's okay, I can't move, and she has to take care of me at home every day, haha. ”

Chubby glared at him fiercely, "I remember this sentence, and when grandma comes back from grocery shopping, I'll tell her about it." ”

Zhao Qianshan immediately sat up and said with a worried expression: "I'm kidding, Xiao Lei, you can't treat grandpa like this." Have you forgotten who bought your first basketball? ”

"You lie down and heal your wounds obediently, and I promise not to say anything." Xiaopang helped the old man to lie down again, and in this scene, outsiders were afraid that they couldn't tell who was the elder and who was the junior.

Lying on the bench, the old man was still very uneasy and said more: "I really can't say it, otherwise I won't have a good life at home in the future, and she may really go to find other old men." ”

"Got it, got it." Chubby replied impatiently.

Next to the TV stood a tall, handsome student, carefully observing a gilded trophy placed on top of the TV stand. He looked at it and scattered his thoughts, and became in a daze as if no one was around. I don't seem to think there's anything wrong with being in someone else's house. And the little fat grandfather and grandson were arguing on the side, and they didn't think that this student with a foreign surname would look an eyesore standing here.

Zhao Qianshan took the apple handed over by Xiaopang, looked at the tall back, his eyes were full of admiration and pride, and there were also some regrets.

Xiaopang quickly peeled the second apple, got up and handed it to the student with a foreign surname, "Boss, eat the apple." If other members of the school team hear Chubby's name, they can accurately guess the identity of this person - in Chubby's dictionary, there is only one person worthy of being called the boss, and that is Mao Feng, the captain of the school basketball team.

Mao Feng waved his hand casually, "I won't eat it, you can eat it." ”

Zhao Qianshan, who was lying on the chair, spoke, "Xiaofeng, you can eat one too." ”

Mao Feng turned around at this time, nodded solemnly and promised "Okay", and then picked up the apple and ate it. Chubby looked at his grandfather and winked at him, looking scared. I muttered in my heart: Cut, what's the big deal, it's not one thing down one thing.

There was a slight knock on the door, and Chubby hurriedly ran over to open the door.

Thinking it was his grandmother's return, Xiao Chubby opened the door and saw a middle-aged man with a raw face. The other party wore glasses, dressed very formally, and carried a dark pocket in his hand.

Zhao Qianshan, who sat up again, saw the faces of the people through the entrance, and greeted him in the house in advance: "It's Zhixing, isn't your speech scheduled for the beginning of next month, has the time been changed?" Why didn't those people inform me? ”

"The time hasn't changed, I came early. I just want to come over to see Mr. Zhao before the National Day, by the way to see if there is any mouth, and then try the craftsmanship of the teacher. The middle-aged man still stood at the door and replied meticulously.

"What are you still doing standing in the doorway, come in! You came just in time, your sister went out to buy vegetables, and we will have a good meal at home in a while, so we should celebrate the festival in advance. ”

The man named Xu Zhixing dared to let his footsteps walk in gently. As soon as he entered the house, all kinds of warm memories immediately popped up and filled his mind. He finally smiled with relief.