"One of the three characteristics of this tax is mandatory, what is mandatory? Is it okay for taxpayers to say, I don't pay taxes? And the tax collector said, "Are you okay with jail?" This, it's mandatory, you can't pay it, understand? ”

"Hahahaha!"

"Still laughing? In other words, you young people have a weak sense of the law, and some people not only do not know how to abide by the law, but also do not know how to protect themselves, especially the vast number of women and compatriots here. ”

The girls at the bottom are embarrassed, why is the topic of ten miles and eight towns again? Isn't it about paying taxes? What the hell are we doing?

Jiang Lige held the pen and absentmindedly drew horizontal bars in the blank space of the page, one by one, without rules. Politics is obviously a subject she likes very much, but she can't be interested in it at the moment.

After the nightmares, Fang Tang's mother came to pick her up, she said hello and left first, Jiang Lige packed up her things and went home with Da Xiong.

Song Wanqiao sat on the seat, watching the two figures leave, her long eyelashes flashing gently, like the leaves of a palmetto tree, neat and exquisite.

She didn't say goodbye to him today.

Did you forget?

Wait, is he crazy, he didn't say anything, what was he expecting?

However, it seems that something is missing in my heart.

A few days ago, before she came home from school, she would say to him with a smile, "Song Wanqiao, goodbye!" ”

Even though he just nodded faintly each time, she still tirelessly repeated the action.

Today, what's wrong?

He sat still for a moment, shook off the distractions in his head, picked up his school bag, turned off the lights in the classroom, locked the door and went out.

Jiang Lige's family lives in a large courtyard with more than 20 households, a small room of more than 40 square meters, no kitchen, no independent bathroom, only two beds supported by four-legged low stools, a large bed and a small bed.

When she got home, she sat under the big tree in front of the yard for a long time, took a deep breath, pushed open the big iron door, and took out the key to unlock it.

The surroundings were quiet, the house was damp and cold, and the watermelon worms gathered in the corner of the wall, as if they used it as their playground. The cold wind poured in through the cracks in the window, and it was suddenly cold to the bone.

My father and younger brother had already fallen asleep, and my mother heard the movement, hugged the quilt, and didn't know whether she was babbling or waking up, and said softly,

"I'm back, let's go wash and sleep!"

Then turn your head back and continue to sleep.

Jiang Lige said "um", and saw that it looked like a battlefield after the world war, with wine bottles scattered all over the ground, mixed with broken porcelain plates, and a few noodles still stuck to the cement floor, without thinking about it, he knew that it was his father's masterpiece at night.

Is it another quarrel? Or her mother was unilaterally scolded and beaten, she didn't want to guess, she seemed to be accustomed to such a scene.

She pinched her nose, tiptoed to pick up the broom erected behind the door, cleaned up the mess on the ground, swept and swept and suddenly smiled, she really couldn't figure it out, how could the "moss marks on the steps green, the grass into the curtain green" described in the book be considered a burrow? Her family is like this, and it can really be regarded as a bad room.

The next day is Saturday, but don't think that all teachers and students can go to play happily, Linchuan Middle School pervertedly stipulates that there are only three days off a month, and weekends are actually no holidays.

Jiang Lige didn't know why the high schools in those campus dramas in the TV series ended school at five o'clock in the evening, and he didn't know why they had a weekend.

It may be that the region is different, it may be that Linchuan Middle School violated the regulations of the Education Bureau, or it may be that she did not attend an aristocratic school.

However, she has never explored this question in her life, and there are too many unclear questions in her life, including obscure feelings, and it is impossible to make everything clear.

Early in the morning, the physics class representative stood in front of the classroom and shouted, "The homework book will be placed on the podium first, and I will be in the office in three minutes!" Hurry up, everyone! ”

There was a sudden rush in the classroom, and the rush to grab homework books was like a frenzied rush to buy discounted goods when they were about to run out, which made people turn their backs.

Jiang Lige took down the meat bun in his mouth, and anxiously shouted back, "Sugar candy, have you finished copying it?" Hurry up, hurry up! ”

"Alright, alright, give."

Sugar Fang handed her Big Bear's physics workbook, and she hurriedly picked it up. Just as he was copying hotly, a bottle of ointment suddenly poked at the tip of the pen.

She was stunned for a moment, looked up, and looked to the left, Song Wanqiao was casually studying the textbook, as if the person who made that move just now was not him.

She put the ointment back on Song Wanqiao's table, said lightly, "No need, thank you," and then got up and went to the podium to hand in her homework.

The whole process seemed to be just a random refusal, only she knew it, why didn't she feel moved in her heart, why didn't she want to pick up the ointment and say thank you to him, but her nails still unconsciously fell deep into the palm of her hand, just to force him to stay away.

She didn't dare to look at Song Wanqiao's expression, maybe he was still as calm and light as usual, maybe he was a little angry, but what did these have to do with her? In a few days, after the end of the monthly exams, they will be distributed in all corners of the classroom, and they will be strangers as before, and from now on, there will be no more intersections.

In the back row, Fang Tang closed the novel, and with sharp eyes, he found a piece of red in the big bear's clothes, and asked curiously,

"Big Bear, what's in your pocket?"

"Nothing ......"

The big bear dodged his eyes, and pushed the thing into his pocket again.

"Oh."

Seeing that Fang Tang no longer asked the bottom of the matter, he relaxed his guard and went to his schoolbag to get the book, but unexpectedly, the dead woman suddenly reached into his pocket and pulled out the contents inside.

He exploded in an instant, and every vein in his body seemed to be about to crack, "Hey, you dead woman, what are you doing?" Bandits! Give it back! ”

"If you want to send it, you can send it, what are you doing hiding it?"

"Don't you see people?"

Fang Tang was fascinated by reading the novel just now, and didn't notice what was going on in the outside world, and felt that the big bear was browning his eyebrows inexplicably, and when he saw Jiang Lige coming back, he happily handed her the ointment,

"Jiang Jiang, Da Xiong bought you an ointment, do you want it?"

Jiang Lige glanced at it, reached out to catch it, and said to the big bear, "Thank you." ”

"Have you forgiven me, then?"

The big bear's eyes flashed with longing, and his hands were spread out, placed on the side of his face, and made a flower-shaped, stupid and cute.

Jiang Lige chuckled, in fact, when he ran anxiously to him that day, she was already angry.

"For your sake, for the sake of bribing me, the past will not be investigated."

When Song Wanqiao saw the scene in front of her, she felt the blood throbbing wildly in her temples, and something was pressing on her head, which was very uncomfortable. For the first time, there was a slight change in his face, and his expression was a little ugly.