After Fu Wei and Qu's father left, He Liyao was embarrassed to stay at the door of the operating room alone, and the ICU had not yet reached the time for visiting, so he could only wait at the door.

Listening to the hurried footsteps of the nurses inside, He Liyao lowered his head and pinched his hands hard.

When Mother He was pushed out of the operating room, he glanced at it, her head was densely wrapped with gauze, and only a pair of eyes, nose and mouth were exposed to the air, and a pale yellow stomach tube was inserted in the right nostril, which was placed on the side of her face at random.

The mobile phone kept coming from WeChat, he thought it was Shao Xun, clicked in to take a look, it turned out to be a group of junior high school classmates, I don't know why Shao Xun left this one.

Someone in the group posted a link, and the originally quiet group was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, and it suddenly became lively.

"Is he still in the group?"

"I don't know, it should still be there."

"What are you still posting, how embarrassed he is to see it."

"Then I'll withdraw, let's have a private chat."

He Liyao was not interested in what they were talking about, and he was exiting WeChat and wanted to turn off his mobile phone, when he saw a message suddenly pop up above the mobile phone.

"@何立尧, won't you come out and explain?"

He Liyao was stunned for a moment, what did he explain?

Before his mind could react, his finger had already returned to WeChat and clicked on the link.

@绿帽君: "I thought I was in love" [/ heartbreak]

Below is a screenshot of the chat history and a few screenshots of the video.

The chat record is a long screenshot, and He Liyao can't read the words in the message box clearly, but there are a few pictures in the back that he knows, or he is familiar with.

In the solemn church, two men are looking at each other and smiling, one black and one white suit wraps the slender figures of the two, the picture is delicate and beautiful.

He hadn't seen the next few news screenshots, but his eyes were already one step faster, and he quickly locked on the three square fonts he was familiar with, which were thousands of names he had written.

He put his phone in his trouser pocket with trembling hands, stood up and paced in place, who should he go to now?

He Mu, who has always been his solid backing, is in the ICU ward behind him, the gentle and virtuous Fu Hao has already known the truth, he doesn't dare to look for it, the director who appreciates him has clearly drawn a clear relationship with him, he thinks about his social circle, and no one seems to be able to help him.

He Liyao opened his eyes, tried not to let the tears fall, and walked back home.

The community is full of acquaintances, and many of them are picking up their children from school, and most of them are elderly.

As soon as they saw He Liyao, they immediately retreated with their children, He Liyao noticed their movements, swallowed his saliva, tried to puff out a smile, and pretended not to see.

"Teacher He," a crisp children's voice sounded behind him.

He Liyao turned around and smiled kindly, his eyebrows and eyes were like compressed tissues meeting hot water, and he suddenly stretched out, "Xiaojun." ”

The little boy named Xiaojun wanted to come forward and say something to him, but before he could run a few steps, he was grabbed by his grandmother, "Junjun, you still have homework to write." ”

The child didn't understand that this was an adult's excuse, so he pouted and clarified for himself: "Grandma, my homework is all done at school." ”

Hearing her grandson's discooperation, Xiaojun's grandmother immediately turned on a tiger face and said viciously: "I said yes, yes." ”

After speaking, he apologized to He Liyao and smiled, "I'm sorry, Mr. He, Junjun still has homework, I want to take him back." ”

Then he pulled Xiaojun's arm and led him to another building, bowing his head and warning as he went, "Don't play with him in the future, do you hear?" ”

He Liyao is a homosexual, what if he is done with anything?

People are fickle, He Liyao still remembers that three days ago, the old people in the community warmly greeted him with their children and asked them to say hello to him, and now... He Liyao shook his head.

Forget it, it's normal for the elderly to be pedantic and unacceptable.

As soon as the elevator door opened, He Liyao looked at the security door of his home, and immediately stopped stepping out of the elevator door.

The reddish-brown security door was sprayed with the word "disgusting", and even the white wall on the side was brutally poisoned and sprayed with all kinds of disgusting and abusive sentences.

The paint must not have been sprayed for long, and the entire hallway is filled with the disgusting smell of paint.

The elevator door slowly closed, and He Liyao still chose to get out of the elevator.

He thought that spraying paint was already revenge from the other party, but when he inserted the key into the keyhole, he realized that it was not that simple.

The key only entered one head, and it could not be inserted again, He Liyao squatted down and leaned on the keyhole to look at it for a while, only to find that it was stuffed with paper.

He Liyao laughed angrily, people are really idle now.

…

[Executor: Are you really good like this?] ]

He Liyao's matter was bought by her on the hot search, and was seen by a same-wife help group, and she was contacting her if she could write her own story so that the same-wife group could be taken seriously.

For this kind of good thing to promote He Liyao for nothing, of course Fu Wei will not refuse, and immediately agreed, and is now writing a self-description for this group.

It's already the seventh page, and the dense small words on the computer are crowded together, and Fu Wei's hand is still flying on the keyboard, and there is no sign of stopping.

"What's wrong, I'm just telling my experience so that other people can take it as a warning, I'm doing a good deed."

She heard from Qu's father this afternoon that the Education Bureau would punish He Liyao severely, but it was uncertain whether his teaching certificate would be revoked. She has to take precautions and make He Liyao's deeds famous throughout the country, so as to see which school would dare to accept such a bad teacher.

The last word was typed, and Fu Hui finally completed her ten-page "long masterpiece", and sent the manuscript to the mailbox of the person in charge.

Fu Mo took his mobile phone again and began to scroll through Weibo, He Liyao's hot search is still hanging on the hot list, and the popularity is three times that of the second.

Whether it is the comments under the original Weibo or the Weibo in the topic, the trend direction is developing in the direction expected by Fu Hui, and they basically sympathize with Fu Wei, scold He Liyao, and @学校官方的为主.

"Did you say He Liyao is home now?" Fu Wei picked out the red marks on his hands, and knew that he should wear a pair of gloves.

[It's hard to say, what if he's guarding his in the hospital?] ]

This matter is not certain in 1973, although He Liyao has always been with Shao Xun against the will of He Mu, but he is still a filial son in his bones, He Mu is not in good condition now, and his life is in danger at any time, and it is not certain whether he will guard it.

"You think he's going to be in the hospital?" Fu Wei sneered, He Liyao is a filial son, but there are so many people in the hospital, and he is so famous, there must be few people who say him.

He Liyao is so self-respecting and arrogant, he will definitely not stay for too long.

"I guess he's definitely gone home, but I can't guarantee if he does," Fu Mo said with a chuckle, and she was in a particularly good mood when she thought of her masterpiece in the afternoon.

"Anyway, hasn't there been any progress yet?"

[Well, it's still the last data.] ]