35 Yang Longfei's mysterious physique

Beams of dazzling light shone in through the window, and the tip of the pen in Wei Gospel's hand swept across the workbook.

"Wei Gospel, you can do me a small favor." Wei Gospel looked up, and Zhao Zhizhi turned around and knocked on her table.

She and Zhao Zhizhi have known each other since the first grade of primary school, even if they know, but they are not familiar with each other, they all say that "friends are good old, wine is the fragrance of agarwood" In fact, time does not mean anything, fate is a wonderful thing, some people have known each other for more than ten years and are still strangers, and some people seem to be eternal even if it is just for a moment.

Most of the classmates in the class have known her since the first grade, in this remote community, the children here have basically known each other since childhood, their parents are both oilfield workers, the reason why this school has not closed down is for their children, although the loss of students in the school is particularly serious, it is still necessary to exist, although Wei Gospel wanted to drop a bomb on the school more than once.

They don't usually talk much, Zhao Zhizhi has been beaten by teachers because of his poor study, he has been thin and small since he was a child, and his personality is as weak as a girl.

When he was in the first grade, he failed the exam, and the teacher slapped him three times in the palm of his hand, and he went home with tears in his eyes to complain to his parents.

He said, "Mom, the teacher beat me."

Teachers often hit students, parents are not easy to ask, say light is useless, say heavy to make the teacher unhappy, simply leave your child alone, although the parents are distressed, but can not help, only say "study hard, next time the exam is good, the teacher will not beat you." ”

After a long time, Zhao Zhizhi was beaten more times, and he got used to it, and he didn't go home to complain after being beaten.

One day, on a whim, his mother asked him, "Has your teacher been beating you recently?"

Zhao Zhizhi smiled and said happily: "Mom, our teacher likes me, when she beats others, she beats them so hard, they all make them cry, when she beats me, it is very light, and it doesn't hurt at all."

“……?”

Wei Gospel looked at Zhao Zhizhi and said, "What's the hurry?"

Zhao Zhizhi shrugged helplessly, frowned, and said, "The teacher asked us to write an essay about oil workers to participate in the essay competition, but I can't write it, so your essay can help me write one."

Wei Gospel hesitated, she didn't know how to refuse, she never knew how to refuse others, although she was a hundred unwilling in her heart, but she didn't know how to speak, for fear of disappointing the other party.

She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak, when Yang Longfei walked over through the crowd, pulled Zhao Zhizhi's body back, and said coolly: "Go and go, you have to do your own things for others, are you embarrassed?"

Wei Gospel is sweet in his heart, and although Yang Longfei is sometimes reckless, he is lively and cute.

Zhao Zhizhi said with some annoyance: "What's wrong with helping me write an essay." , he looked at Wei Gospel and said, "We have known each other since the first grade of primary school."

"I've written it for me before." He added.

"It was before, and now it is now!" Yang Longfei interrupted his words stiffly, looked up and glared at him, Zhao Zhizhi immediately closed his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and when he saw Yang Longfei's gloomy face, he didn't dare to breathe.

Yang Longfei threw back the composition text that Zhao Zhizhi had placed on Wei Gospel's table and said, "Do your own thing."

Wei Gospel felt that the atmosphere was not right, Zhao Zhizhi was generally a kind person, she didn't like to stiffen the relationship between her classmates, and said euphemistically: "Zhao Zhizhi, it's not that I don't help you, it's just that I can't help with this favor, and my dad is not an oil worker, so you better write it yourself."

Zhao Zhizhi saw her attitude warmed up, and said: "What's wrong with not being an oil worker, my father is an oil worker, can't I still write it, in fact, every time I write an essay, I make it up blindly."

"I'm making it up, too." Wei Gospel smiled embarrassedly.

Zhao Zhizhi begged inch by inch: "You can help me, if my literary talent is half as good as yours, I will be Amitabha."

Wei Gospel giggled, this compliment was very useful, and said triumphantly: "Actually, I don't have any literary talent, I just like to read, if you read more, your composition level will definitely improve, and you can read more than 10,000 volumes!"

Yang Longfei put his left hand into a fist and coughed lightly, Wei Fuxin immediately said apologetically to Zhao Zhizhi: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't help with this favor."

Zhao Zhizhi's eyes were full of disappointment.

Yang Longfei snorted, put his hand on his shoulder a little harder, and said: "What if you don't agree, it's your own business, you don't want to do it yourself, you have to force others, you can't write it yourself, who to blame, if you don't help you, I still owe you."

Zhao Zhizhi slapped Yang Longfei's hand on his shoulder with a slight embarrassment, and turned back to his seat.

Wei Gospel's heart was full of gratitude, thanks to Yang Longfei for helping her out, and in return he generously said: "I owe you a favor, you can make a request to me, as long as I can do it?"

If it was in the past, Yang Longfei would definitely come up with strange words, but today he was surprisingly quiet, shook his head, and returned to his seat and sat down.

In the self-study class, Yang Longfei kicked Wei Gospel's chair from behind and said, "Show me the composition you wrote."

Wei Gospel thought that he wanted to use it as a reference, and handed him the text without hesitation, Yang Longfei glanced at it and frowned, read it silently in his heart, and muttered in his mouth: "When the oil worker roars, the earth will tremble three times, hum, why write so great."

"It's great."

"Not necessarily."

Wei Gospel looked at him with a puzzled face.

"It's what they should do, but they have to say the same as great men, teachers teach, police catch thieves, doctors treat diseases and save people, it's just right."

"But they work hard."

"There is no one in this world who is not hard."

Wei Gospel was startled, Yang Longfei rarely said such depressing words, his dark and deep eyes dimmed, and the luster around his body disappeared, losing his vitality in the past, Wei Gospel suddenly remembered that Wei Siguo mentioned things about his family, and asked gently: "Is your family okay?"

Yang Longfei knew what she was referring to, with a forbearant look on his face, and pretended to be chic: "How can it be so easy, Zhang Laosan will definitely make a fortune when he catches this opportunity, this waste."

Wei Gospel sat down again, looking at Yang Longfei's lost appearance, but he couldn't help at all, and he was annoyed.

Zhang Laosan, formerly known as Zhang Wentao, is the manager of Da'an, the original residents of Da'an moved away and abandoned for many years, almost no one cared about it, and then there were successive out-of-town populations moving in, because the rent here is not high, although the equipment is not complete, but for many outsiders, Da'an is a good choice.

The two neighborhoods are lined with high-rise buildings, and a month's rent can cover half a year's rent here, so it is favored by many outsiders.

There are too many people gathered in Da'an, and there can be no lack of management, otherwise these outsiders who love to make trouble will have to make trouble for the already understaffed police, Zhang Wentao was originally an oilfield worker, and was later sent to Da'an to manage the foreign population.

At first, Zhang Wentao was very resistant, and he was arranged to manage these people in this tattered, deserted and wild place, where birds don't, and they couldn't do anything to kill people and set fires, and they felt a little angry, but then he slowly tasted some sweetness.

Zhang Wentao's salary is not much, gray income is a lot, every day swaying and riding a dilapidated bicycle to work, the so-called work, is nothing more than moving a chair to lie in the yard to drink tea, life is comfortable, relaxed.