After my mother came home, she didn't set off a **** again. It's just another cold war, and every day after dinner, I go back to my room, and as soon as she sighs, my nerves tense.

I finally survived the day of the interview, and went out with heavy pressure. I don't know what I'm going to do if I fail.

And Mu Liang learned that I was going to an interview, so he waited for me at the station early, which was the first time I met since I came back.

I've always been without makeup, and I don't have any elaborate preparations, because I don't know how to wear makeup at all, and there is no trace of makeup at home except for a little regular skin care products. My mother has always been against this, and she even threw away a series of tools that others gave me after giving me makeup. Because I was once scolded for this matter, just because I went out with her and met her old friend, I was ridiculed that young people have no vitality, and they have no complexion. When my mother came home, she felt that it was a particularly humiliating thing, and blamed me for being a lifeless and stuffy gourd. Sometimes I think she just needs a doll that listens to her, not a daughter.

Seeing Mu Liang this time, his mood was both nervous and nervous, and there were many contradictions. I was more afraid than ever that my acquaintances would see Mu Liang, because there were too many gossips in the yard, and it would soon reach my mother's ears, and I couldn't protect this innocent feeling.

Mu Liang's hair was cut much fresher and neater, revealing his forehead, making him look even more sunny and handsome. Before I could get closer, he came running up to me laughing and giving me a big hug.

The first hug made my heart beat a few beats less, my mind went blank, and time seemed to pause. Only faintly smelled the faint scent of laundry detergent on his clothes. He lowered his head and hugged tightly, his hair touching my face, tickling, his breath floating in my ears. It's summer, but it's as comfortable as embracing the wind. Unconsciously wrapped his hands around his waist, still so thin, the first time I made such contact, I found that although he was thin, he was still very strong.

When he let go of his arm, I saw that his face was also red, and my face was also hot, even the roots of my ears, as if the air around me was hot for a moment.

Mu Liang smiled shyly, naturally took my hand, the two of us did not speak on the bus platform, but our eyes always looked at each other unconsciously, looked at each other and smiled. I silently thought in my heart, it's good to look at him like this, it's good that all the pressure of troubles is gone, and such a boy should be liked by better people.

I wanted to slowly withdraw my hand, but Mu Liang seemed to feel it, and before I could pull it out, he was squeezed it again. When the bus arrived and it was crowded, he grabbed it tighter and put his other hand on my shoulder.

On the bus, he seemed to see the change in my mood, thought I was just nervous, and told me all kinds of things to ease my mood. It wasn't until outside the training school that he let go of my hand, gently pinched my face, touched my head with his forehead, and whispered, "Come on!" ”

I breathed a sigh of relief, wishing everything could be as easy and smooth as exhaling.

This training school is not big, and I just interviewed an ordinary teaching assistant. There are only two classes a week, which means that the salary is very small, but nowadays, there are many people who come to interview for teaching assistants like this.

I looked around at least twenty or so young people. What should I do if I keep beating the drums in my heart? My situation can only succeed and not fail, I have silently thought countless times in my heart that all the gods and goddesses will bless me, and I can comfort myself by holding Buddha's feet temporarily.

"Late!" I heard the interview teacher call me in.

I swallowed my saliva, almost nothing, my throat was dry and sore, the more nervous I was, the more I wanted to go to the toilet, there was no way back, so I had to stand up and follow the teacher.

After entering, two middle-aged female teachers with glasses were looking through their resumes at their desks.

"Xiang Wan, huh? Have a seat. The younger one, with a ponytail, smiled and pointed to the small couch across the table and said to me.

"Relax, this is an ordinary training school, and we are not teachers in the examination system." The lady with a ponytail pointed to the short-haired and more serious teacher next to her, and continued: "My surname is Zhang, and this is our Director Chen. ”

Teacher Zhang smiled and spoke, which eased a lot of tension for me, and sat on the sofa with an embarrassed smile.

"We've already seen your resume on the computer." Director Chen pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "You are studying pure art, so which category is it?" Will every type of painting do? What about calligraphy? ”

"Well, it will be, it is a compulsory course for us, calligraphy is also okay, good at seal script, and some grass."

"Oh? Then you will have quite a lot, and you will learn quite a lot. Mr. Zhang looked up and smiled at me, "Oil painting is my forte. ”

"Then I should be the class to get the axe." Mr. Zhang seemed very kind and kind, and I was naturally upset.

"Learn from each other, see that your grades are not bad, and it looks okay on the pictures of your works." Mr. Zhang's affirmation made me think that there might still be hope.

"However, it is mainly Director Chen that she has the right to decide." Teacher Zhang raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

I looked at Director Chen, she just looked through my resume and didn't ask any questions, which made me very worried.

Mr. Zhang asked me a few professional questions about oil painting, and I answered them all. Director Chen only occasionally raised his eyelids to look at me, and then lowered his head. Teacher Zhang pushed Director Chen, meaning to ask her if she had anything to ask.

Director Chen officially raised his head and spoke to me this time.

"I heard what Teacher Zhang said, I want you to follow her as an oil painting teaching assistant, but I think there is a shortage of teachers in calligraphy. What do you think? ”

How should I answer Director Chen's words, and his face suddenly turned red. Looking at the faces of both of them, it seemed that they were waiting for my reply.

"Well, if I think it's okay, why don't you arrange an oil painting and a calligraphy?" I whispered temptation.

Director Chen lowered his head and smiled, I don't know what this means, do you think I'm too greedy? A total of two places will be recruited.

Teacher Zhang quickly answered: "Actually, I think it can be like this, most of these people are proficient in gouache, very few are oil paintings, and there are a few calligraphy." If you don't let her follow me first, I'll already have a full class next semester, and they're all older kids with a foundation, and they need someone who knows how to paint. It's not suitable to go back to the calligraphy side, and let her try a few more classes? ”

Director Chen didn't refute her words, Director Chen looked up at me: "Okay, this teacher Zhang seems to recommend you strongly, then I'll make it like this first, you go back and prepare for a trial lecture next week to see if you can decide it and wait for the trial lecture to be notified." ”

Before going out, Mr. Zhang smiled at me.

I brought it to the door, and I was fortunate to meet a kind and friendly teacher Zhang, who was inexplicably supported by her, and I also met the help of nobles. After passing the first level, my heart suddenly felt a lot easier.

When Mu Liang saw me come out with a smile on his face, he knew that I should have received good news. He came over and gave me another hug, pinched my nose, and said, "I knew you could, you were very good, and you were still blind and nervous along the way." ”

Seeing him smile and say that I was excellent, I remembered what my mother said, and it was a little easier to be pressed back by a big stone that had been turned up. I was shocked, even if we succeed in winning this job, how should we get through the mother's pass?