The sun shone on his body and stretched his shadow very long. An ordinary casual outfit made him feel like a Milan fashion show.

Many girls who went to class stopped, and a few bold ones even ran over to talk to him, but unfortunately they touched a gray nose.

Seeing when he came out of the dormitory building, Qin Huai's originally cold face finally showed a trace of temperature. Glancing at Song Min who was looking out through the door warningly, Qin Huai walked gracefully with long legs.

When did he look inexplicable, what kind of wind did this guy smoke, and how did he know the location of his school, and he could accurately find out what dormitory building he lived in? Looking at Qin Huai's departing back, she shook her head, she couldn't see through, she couldn't see through.

Song Min didn't know when he floated behind him, "It's scary, it's terrible!" Do you know this man? What is his identity......"

When you are too lazy to talk, it matters in class.

As soon as the last class ended, Song Min appeared in front of her.

What a ghost!

"It's time, it's time for class!" Song Min was lying on the back of a dog's leg, and the former goddess style was completely gone.

When did you chill, this is a mobile air conditioner, that little yin wind, cold to the bones. "Sister, can you come down, I'm afraid I'll freeze to death from you before I get to your house."

Song Min smiled embarrassedly and slowly got off her back, "Well, let's go!" ”

Song Min's home is in a small town on the outskirts of the city, and the taxi ride is only half an hour. After leaving the school gate, when did it take a taxi and go straight to Songjia Town.

When he arrived in Songjia Town, Song Min led him to his door.

It was a small courtyard, and the two-meter-high fence was full of creepers, green and cute.

When did he raise his hand and knock on the closed door, he whispered to Song Min: "Your house is quite flavorful." ”

"Who!" Someone in the courtyard answered.

"I'm Song Min's classmate, and I lent her two very important notebooks before......" Zhi Zhi shouted at the top of his voice.

The door creaked open, and a man with a fat head, big ears and small eyes poked his head out and looked up and down what time it was.

Song Min pressed to his ear and let out a sigh: "My uncle." ”

When did he call out to his uncle with regret, and the man pushed open the door to let him enter the hospital.

The yard is quite large, there are three main houses, one lower house on the east and west sides, and a place to raise chickens and ducks is circled in the south, and seasonal vegetables are planted on the side. The yard is neat and tidy.

Song Min's uncle led the way into the lower room, pointed to a pile of books on the side of the stove and sighed: "The books and everything are here, you can find them yourself, if not, you will fill in the stove!" ”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Song Min squatted in front of the pile of books, trying to reach out and flip through them, but passed through the book.

When did he sigh and squatted down to find the book with this ink orchid pattern. "Aren't you going to see your parents? I'll just look for it here, and finally come back and see my family more. ”

"No!" Song Min lowered his head, and his voice was cold, "My parents died a long time ago, and I lived in my uncle's house after that......"

"What do they do to you?"

Song Min sneered, "I'm not hungry, and I'm not frozen." Song Min pointed to the notebook that had burned a corner on the side of the stove, "But my aunt has always looked at me unpleasantly, I have to pay tuition and need living expenses, so I need a lot of money." ”

When did he pick up the little book and dust off the ashes on it, "You ancient literature teacher, doesn't he take care of you?" ”

Song Min stood up, tilted his head, and said sadly: "He is the first, three thousand yuan." ”

When did the hand not come, it shook a little, the well-dressed beast, worthy of being a teacher, should go to the eighteenth layer of hell, and the teacher who suffered from the burning fire, called Liu Jingmeng, has been teaching in the school for more than ten years, that is to say, this person who has suffered a thousand knives has reached the age of not being confused.

Song Min also likes ancient literature very much, and the two often discuss poetry and songs together, and they become familiar with each other.

In the first few months, Liu Jingmeng was indeed a teacher, like an elder who guided Song Min, who loved ancient literature, and was willing to lend a helping hand when Song Min was in trouble.

Things changed on the night of Liu Jingmeng's birthday. That day, Liu Jingmeng's wife was on a business trip, so he invited Song Min to come to his house to celebrate his birthday.

Song Min has always respected Liu Jingmeng as his father, and went without any hesitation, Liu Jingmeng personally copied a few side dishes, warmed a pot of wine, and the two of them chatted about the past and the present.

Afterwards, Liu Jingmeng claimed that he had drunk too much, and Suozi did such a wrong thing, and stuffed 3,000 yuan into Song Min's hand, hoping that she would not say it. Song Min believed it at that time and decided to bury it in his heart.

But if there is a first time, there will be a second and a third time......

After that, in addition to giving her living expenses, Liu Jingmeng also promised to send Song Min to graduate school and let her articles and opinions be published in newspapers and magazines.

Later, Liu Jingmeng often took her to some events and introduced her to many people.

When I opened the small notebook and saw the names on it, I couldn't help but shudder. There are several names she is familiar with, Zhao Nan, the head of the literature department, Li Tianyi, the president of the campus literature club, and even their vice president.

When I got out of the taxi, my body was still shaking. The group of people who looked glamorous and were full of praise were actually doing dirty things in private.

The last ray of light disappeared on the horizon, and Qin Huai stood on the top floor, looking at the little man.