"Zhongzheng Education, he works part-time there."

"Oh, well, that's close, then I'll go out."

"Okay, come on."

"By the way, you can ask him to agree to my request, and I will be able to get in touch with him later, or you can send me his number."

"I'll get him to agree, after all, there are so many people on this wall. It's not good to watch me send his phone number. ”

"Makes sense, thank you."

"Friends, I'll go out."

Luo Xiangxin grabbed the key and mobile phone and rushed outside the dormitory, and then trotted all the way to the opposite side of the school.

Zhongzheng Education...

Zhongzheng taught her to know where.

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"Are you there?"

After returning to the dormitory for self-study in the evening, Yu Xiwen was about to start making a document, and Zhang Zexi's message was sent.

After so many days, he suddenly took the initiative to start looking for himself?

Maybe it's the pride attribute accumulated over the years, Yu Xiwen raised her eyebrows a little arrogantly and continued to make her own documents, you have to dry him for a while, isn't it?

However, within a few tens of seconds, his message came again, and Yu Xiwen looked at it with some expectation.

"I started to forget to tell you, because I have something to do this Friday, so the essays of those essay contests will be sent to you, and if you need to find the class leader this weekend, then you may have to trouble you to go and see it."

That's it?

That's it?

Yu Xiwen didn't know what she was missing, she snorted coldly and replied, "Hmm." ”

Well?

That's it?

That's it?

Shouldn't she ask herself what's going on? Although I won't say it myself.

Zhang Zexi smiled slightly self-deprecatingly, too, he is not Chen Ergou, why do you still want to compete with him for favor?

So be it.

Yu Xiwen, I said, then let's leave it like this...

I respect your choice, but it's not just words...

"Because Zhang Zexi has something to do this week, you can chat with me directly if you have any questions, and you can also send me that essay, remember the deadline? Tomorrow night at eight o'clock, everyone remember to send it to me @ all members. ”

Well... Today is the first time to call Zhang Zexi's full name, right? It seems that he has been calling him Zhang Dazhuang before...

Why do you suddenly feel that you don't even have the qualifications to call him Da Zhuang?

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Go to hell!

!

It's really annoying...

Liu Guifang, who was still revising her composition in the classroom, was completely crazy, what kind of sin was she making? Why add this activity? Isn't this a slap in the face?

But what should I do and I can't quit the game...

Why don't you go to Baidu?

But it will definitely be found out, after all, this prize is so rich...

I'm really drunk...

Liu Guifang covered her face with her hands in despair and lay on the table, but this made her even more upset.

Or...

Let's go out for a walk?

Listening to a song with headphones on, you may feel better, or you may suddenly have inspiration.

She knows where there are fewer people and quieter, and the back mountain...

There have always been fewer people in Houshan, so let's go there for a walk, and then when the time comes, I will almost go back, take the work card and go to bed with Luo Xiangxin.

Well, Liu Guifang thought about it and stood up, this essay will be placed in the classroom where classes will be held tomorrow.

After packing up her things and turning off the lights, Liu Guifang began to walk towards her destination.

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It's here!

Luo Xiangxin, who was standing at the door of the Zhongzheng Education and Training Institution, looked at his phone, and the person had already agreed to his request.

And an unread message from him.

"Come in when you arrive, I'm on the third floor 509, you come to look for me at the door, I'll come out and give it back to you, I'm in class now, it's inconvenient to go out of school."

3rd Floor 509...

Luo Xiangxin climbed to the third floor and followed the house number to find it...

………

"Listening to what the cloudy day says, in the dark, I want to say to the sky, saying that no matter what, the cloudy day is happy..."

There was a boy in the classroom who was holding his guitar and singing the song.

Oh, my God! This song really really is my favorite!

！！！

Luo Xiangxin stood by the door and listened intoxicated, but why could a young boy like him sing the indescribable complex emotions in Eason's songs?

But the one on stage is really beautiful, she always loves beautiful things.

Being able to hear a good song can make her happy for a long time to come, maybe amplifying the joy and sorrow is a common problem for people like them, and all the feelings in their eyes are felt exponentially.

Luo Xiangxin listened and listened, and he didn't know why he suddenly burst into tears.

This song really touched her...

The end of the song...

Soon, he finished playing the last note and singing the last word, and then closed his eyes gently, as if feeling the emotions left in the music of the song just now.

That's right, too.

In fact, Luo Xiangxin still remembers the song just now, and it can be said that he can't forget it for a long time.

"Brother, there is a sister looking for you outside." A child pointed to the door and said.

Zheng Yunlong glanced out the door, then walked out with a guitar and said, "Who are you looking for?" ”

After Luo Xiangxin calmed down, he looked up at the handsome-looking big boy in front of him and said softly, "I'm looking for you." ”

"Huh?" Zheng Yunlong was stunned, "Oh yes, you're the parent of a certain student, right?" You really shouldn't ask me those questions, you go to the office over there to find Mr. Xu, I remember I told you last time. ”

Yes? Luo Xiangxin's mouth opened wide in surprise, "What are you talking about?" ”

"Because I'm a part-time student here, I don't know a lot of things, and you may have to find other teachers to give you more professional answers to many professional questions."

The child's mother?

Luo Xiangxin's eyebrows and eyes were twisted together after hearing this, and she looked at Zheng Yunlong in disbelief, "How old do you think I am this year?" ”

"I don't know," Zheng Yunlong paused, "After all, it's rude to speculate about a woman's age at will. ”

Luo Xiangxin rolled his eyes a little helplessly, forget it, let's go back early, "I'll get my work card back, you can give it to me directly." ”

"Tableau cards?" Zheng Yunlong thought for a while, "Oh, I know," he patted the table and turned to the table next to him and took out Luo Xiangxin's work card, "I just said that looking at how you are so familiar, I thought it was my student's parent, because a parent came to me two days ago and asked me a lot of questions, but I didn't know that I thought you were him, sorry I remembered wrong." ”

"It's okay," Luo Xiangxin took his work card with a heavy mood and prepared to walk out of the classroom.

"What else do you want to listen to? Uncle can sing you another song today. Zheng Yunlong tuned the strings and said.

Uncle?

Luo Xiangxin stopped at the door, he called himself uncle? Isn't he also a student at Chongyang University?

Even my brother and uncle can't tell the difference, it's amazing.

But in this case, uncle and aunt are of the same generation, so maybe what he just said is nothing?

He probably just doesn't know much about age and titles.

"Dream in a dream that I can't wake up, red in the red line under house arrest..."

The sound of guitars and singing in the classroom sounded again, and Luo Xiangxin's footsteps were a little uncontrollable.

"All the stimuli are left with the pain of fatigue, and there is no indifference..."

Luo Xiangxin looked back at the boy who was seriously wearing red roses, his singing was really beautiful...

It's really impressive...

Anyway, at that moment, a lot of emotions surged in her heart, most of which were moved.

In fact, no one may know how much she likes music, how much she likes literature, how much she loves music, in her heart music and literature are interconnected, the same is very powerful, the same can directly hit people's innermost thoughts, can convey moving and hope, can convey people's feelings and sadness.

Words have power, the power of words is infinite, and so is music.

There are even times when words pale and weak, but music can hit people's hearts more directly.

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