Jing Jing knows that this is his story, and the heroine is the person she met last time. She didn't know how to comfort the head of the room, and she didn't know why her heart was so painful and messy. The hand grabbed his hand, as if he was afraid that he would suddenly get lost.

In the game of love, it is impossible to say who is right and who is wrong, there is always someone who has to pay more, in order to maintain the relationship between the two, but whoever is serious first is passive, perhaps imperfect love is the most beautiful, the most unforgettable, the most unforgettable, the most regrettable.

The painful journey of a boy maturing into a man can be clearly felt. People are not brought in life, and they are not brought in death. In the middle is the process, and the taste of sweet and sour is the true taste of people.

I didn't want to ask about the details, and I didn't want to know how he spent the fifteen days, although I was curious, but from all kinds of things, he was serious, and he loved her. At least it was like this in the past, but she felt that such men were more flavorful and attractive.

The golden scales are not the things in the pool, and they will turn into dragons when they encounter wind and clouds. Don't bully young people into poverty, sometimes regret is the biggest punishment.

Quiet companionship, long-term waiting is the most romantic love, passion will eventually be dull, warm love will eventually become a life of firewood, rice, oil and salt, plain, like water, is happiness.

It was calm tonight, the head of the room didn't go out, he lay quietly on the bed, looked at the ceiling, and thought a lot:

The withered grass is thinned and the branches are barren, and the ice beads are sent away by the winter wind. The lonely geese and wild ducks groaned in the air, and one person parted all the way. Looking at such a barren countryside and fields, my heart is somewhat sad. The path was overgrown with weeds and dewdrops, and if you want to walk out, you should get wet under your trouser legs. Coupled with the cold wind like winter, it blows a piercing pain.

The skin is rough like old bark, the face is full of wrinkles, and the body feels like skin and bones. The hands are thick and cracked, which is a testament to the industrious time of the peasants' hands. Her hair, which is not yet completely white, has witnessed the vicissitudes of her years, and the bits and pieces of the past seem like yesterday. It's not a tall body, some hunchbacks, and the ears are okay, but the eyes are a little worse. The whole person is still energetic, the kind face is only in front of me, and she has always had a serious face towards her little son, and sometimes she will speak ill of each other, but I know that is what she cares about the most, cares about the most, and it is also a piece of her heart.

insisted on sending me to the place where I was in the car, looking at her coarse clothes and shoes, and her faltering steps, I loved her, but I didn't dare, and I was afraid to say it, hypocritical. Listening to the cries of geese and ducks, there is always a little loneliness, thinking that the road they are walking is also lonely and dark, but they have to go, and there is nothing to regret.

Along the way, we didn't say much, my mother-in-law was a person who was rarely assertive, and so was I, when it was time to separate, I told her many times, waved goodbye, and saw her standing there through the window in the car, and didn't turn around and go back until she couldn't see it.

I can't see it, but I can see it. The back of those old years pierced my heart deeply, and this farewell was permanent. My nose was sore, my eyes were like a few mosquitoes, and when I thought back to my life with my mother-in-law, tears flowed down my face.

At that time, I was still young, my family was poor, there was no good food, when I left my relatives and friends, there was something delicious, my mother-in-law always wrapped a little back, put it under the yellow light at night, next to the mud wall, sat on the wooden bed, and took it out for me to eat. There was sugar, there was cake, and meat, although it was not much, but it was really delicious, and my mother-in-law always kept the good ones for me, and she ate a little, and sometimes it fell on the ground, picked it up, wiped it, and ate it.

She smiled and said, "If you don't eat it cleanly, you won't get sick." ”

I believed it, and I wanted to eat it too, but she would say, "You're still young, and your stomach hurts when you eat it." But she ate it.

Rushing to the market, she always took me to walk, said that I went to the street to buy delicious food, so far, walked for a long, long time, and got up early, but still very excited, there are a lot of novelties in the market, I want a lot of things, but I don't have money. My wife had to exchange eggs for money so that she could buy some for me. When the excitement is over, walking becomes a pain, and watching others ride in the car, I also think.

My mother-in-law would persuade me: "How much does it cost to take the bus, how much rice is enough to buy, and enough for us to eat for a few days... ”

I also know that our family is no better than other people's families, we must be thrifty, sensible, and obedient, so I am generally very well-behaved, quietly observe with my eyes, remember what I want, and wait for later.

I helped the house, cutting pigweed and stuff. Once the hand was cut, the bleeding did not stop. My mother-in-law carried me to the hospital, in fact, the wound was not very painful, maybe it was painful and numb, and when I arrived at the hospital, my face was a little pale, and my mother-in-law's anxious expression of concern was always burned in my mind.

After all, it was four fingers cut, and there was too much blood. My mother-in-law walked a long way on my back, without any rest at all, and was anxious to find a doctor. Sweat soaked through his clothes, and beads of sweat hung all over his face. The old doctor treated my wounds in an orderly manner and listened carefully to my mother-in-law's eager complaints.

I still remember that our family was huddled on my mother-in-law's wooden bed during the Chinese New Year, watching black and white TV, and I felt very warm. Every time my feet were cold, my mother-in-law would hold my feet in her arms and bake them on fire.

Remember the bits and pieces of our life together, only family can be selfless love. When my family reciprocated with a gushing spring, I couldn't. Thinking that I will never be able to eat the side dishes made by my mother-in-law again, I can't repay her, and shame seeps into my bone marrow.

Since I was in junior high school, she often had to live alone, the kind of loneliness that relatives are not around, it is very difficult to suffer, I go home from vacation, she is very happy, every time I bring some snacks back to her to taste, she is very happy, often in front of outsiders how filial her grandson is.

She has bad eyes, she has to wear reading glasses, and she likes to look at yellow books, and she often relies on the yellow light to look very closely, and her eyes are even worse. Occasionally she is also in a daze, very cute and sad. I guess she's thinking of her unassuming youngest son again.

She had 5 sons, three of whom died, surviving my father, and then giving birth to my 5 father, her youngest son. It is said that the emperor loves the eldest son, and the people love the youngest son. The mother-in-law has a lot more love for her father, and there are often conflicts at home. My seniors, no matter how lazy, are still very poor.

At that time, the era of the Po and their people was still the Cultural Revolution, and the degree of hardship was not something that those of us who had not experienced it could understand.

I heard that my mother-in-law's generation was so hungry that they ate mud and grabbed centimeters, and their family was infected with leukemia, and the house leak happened to rain overnight. My mother-in-law survived, so she knew how to cherish it more and taught me to learn this.

Maybe you can have no love, you can be disappointed in your family, but for your family, that is the softest word in your heart, the closest person in the world, you must protect it no matter what.

The sun is still there, and the darkness will eventually need people to squat, and I am willing to be an angel in the dark to protect you under the sun.

The plan of the day lies in the morning, change into sportswear, run in the playground, fresh air, quiet wind, faint fragrance of flowers, cold sunshine, unexpected companionship of one person, smile happily, the two did not communicate, so they ran side by side tacitly.

When God closes a door, he will close a window at the same time, it's all over, let the past go with the wind, look at the money, cherish the present, and live a down-to-earth life.

Buy a few fried dumplings, two finger cakes, two cups of fresh soy milk, sit on the second floor, eat breakfast, buy soy milk quietly, swipe 6 pieces, eat finger cakes in a big gulp, girls can't eat too much, see the head of the room gobbling up the food, can't help laughing.

He handed him a tissue and took it and ate it.

Then with the flow of people to go to the classroom, everything is still the same, the brother-in-law occasionally plays with his mobile phone, occasionally rushes to answer questions, Chuanrui and the eldest brother brag about the cowhide, the local tyrant bites his fingers and reads the novel, knocks on Erlang's leg, Wan Shuai hides in the corner and sleeps on his stomach. I woke up after class, pulled my eldest brother, and shouted that the local tyrant went to the toilet - smoking.

The head of the room still took notes carefully in class, but he didn't know where he flew.

At noon, Shuang'er drove to pick up the head of the room.

The blue supercar and the beautiful girl are eye-catching. The head of the room chooses clothes in the RV, a dazzling array of clothes, shoes, accessories, comparable to a small fashion supermarket, simply put, there are more than 30 pieces of different colors for a single piece of clothing.

The matching of color and style will have the effect of visual impact, simply relying on the design inspiration of the clothing itself to give people the visual effect is very limited, ordinary people as long as the body is suitable to show the beauty of the clothing itself, there is no obvious mistake, the expressiveness is more than 60 points to keep up with the trend.

When the aesthetic expression of the clothing shows more than 80 points, it is fashionable, of course, this requires its own external conditions and a good use of strengths and weaknesses to beautify and decorate.

When 100% of the visual effect of the clothing is expressed, coupled with reasonable collocation, fully showing its own hard conditions, plus the invisible but felt inner temperament, all the unity and coordination, will produce an explosive visual feast of one plus one equals eleven.

Fingers kept moving the clothes, not deciding how to dress, what image to go to class, Shuang'er called out the head of the room to go to the online post after the first class, the image was like a projection, the whole space three-dimensional display, the head of the room then made a decision.

The blue supercar drove into the underground parking lot of the campus from winter, parked the car, and let Shuang'er also walk around the campus, feel the outside air and render the unique youthful atmosphere here.

Since I didn't come to class for half a month, the class was scheduled from this afternoon to the evening, and I hurriedly went to the office to get my work card, and bumped into a person around the corner, and quickly apologized and helped the other party up.

"What are you doing, you don't have eyes!" The other party complained, "People still want to see that handsome pot teacher!" ”

Winter seems to have forgotten to speak and is frozen.

Ah~~ With a scream, the girl picked up the book and limped away in a panic.

"Vacuum," Winter said to himself.

On the way to the office, I was still reminiscing about the fragrant scene, the scenery under the short skirt, the shy and weird movements when I fled, and the cute caramel-colored Korean short haircut.

In the office, I told that my work card was taken away by another teacher, and I was in a classroom class, and when I left the classroom, I heard the teacher whispering - this office is really full of beautiful women and handsome pots, and three school flowers and grass level.

I didn't think much about it in winter, I went to the classroom, and saw that the teacher in the classroom was already giving a serious lecture, and the students were listening carefully, embarrassed to disturb, but there was no way.

After hesitating at the door for a few minutes, he knocked on the door.

All eyes were focused on him, and before he could speak, the cold teacher spoke: "You don't have to say anything, just stand at the door." ”

Winter looked confused, and the girls in the front row gloated: "This handsome guy is unlucky, he dares to be late for Teacher Bingshan's class, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's estimated that this course is going to fail, and the usual grades must be zero."

Another classmate disagreed and said, "That's not necessarily, what if he is a god like that genius and handsome teacher!" ”

Winter understood it, boldly walked in the class of the re-attending teacher Iceberg, took away his work card that was thrown on the podium, and brought it with her before she had time to get angry, winked at her, sneered, and left in a dashing manner.

Feeling that the volcano behind her was about to erupt, she walked away quickly, listening to the sound of something slamming on the door, and then her angry strike and self-study roar.

Tigress, no matter how good-looking she looks, no man likes it.

When I came to my classroom, I walked in suspiciously, for fear that I would make a mistake again, and it was actually full, like a concert, and I instantly quieted down when I saw the arrival of winter.