Yang Ji performed exceptionally in the junior high school graduation exam and entered the provincial No. 1 middle school with a score of pressing the line.

This made Yang Ji's mother very happy, and she had to tell everyone about it. When the people in the village saw her, they would praise her for her prowess.

In order to encourage her to study, Uncle specially wrapped a red envelope for her before she went to school.

However, throughout the holiday, Yang Ji didn't smile at all.

She just stared at that phone a lot, and she wished that one day that phone would ring, and she could hear him again, and she was going to tell him how much she scored, and she really did it, and she was going to the high school she had always dreamed of.

It's just that no one ever called that phone again, not once.

On the eve of going to high school, Yang Ji stubbornly dialed the number he called the last time he called.

She knew it was a public phone booth, but she dialed it over and over again. Until I burst into tears and couldn't cry.

Tuo Lifeng was admitted to the top class of the provincial No. 1 middle school at a normal level, and when the school started, he saw Zhang Yangji's name in the list of ordinary classes, but unfortunately, his father was the head teacher of Zhang Yangjiao's class.

is only sixteen years old, and Yang Ji is already slim. Born to be quiet and quiet, with good grades but very poor popularity, in the 5th class of high school, Yang Ji quickly became a legendary existence.

She rarely wears anything other than her school uniform, but the boys in her class commented that she was the only one who wore a school uniform that looked good.

Her own clothes are usually washed white, but the whiteness is dazzling, and it is a mystery that attracts adolescent boys.

But it's strange to say that she has received a lot of love letters and confessions, but she has never responded to anyone.

She's so cold that she doesn't even have a female friend. Gradually, some people said bad things about her.

"What! What kind of pretending to be high, I really think I'm a goddess! ”

"She's too cold, can't it be that there is something wrong with her heart."

"Is she sick?"

"Lack of love!"

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Whenever she heard these words about herself, Yang Ji just laughed. She thinks that she hasn't done anything to be sorry for others, and it doesn't matter what others say.

One person is also left with more time to read.

She seems to have some kind of obstacle and resistance to making friends, and she has tried not to let herself think about some things in the past, but her heart is still heavily blocked, and it is difficult to open it.

Because of her good grades, his homeroom teacher liked her very much, and she was a quiet and gentle man, and he talked to her a few times because of rumors.

Yang Ji naturally didn't have a good impression of the teacher, so she just replied quietly: "Teacher Tuo, as long as my grades don't drop, it's okay, as for my private affairs, teacher, you don't care." ”

Yang Ji obviously felt that Teacher Tuo's face had changed, and he held back for a long time before he said slowly: "As your teacher, I not only teach you knowledge, but also give you help and guidance in life psychologically, no matter what, try to make a friend." ”

"Okay, Mr. Tuo." Yang Ji didn't want to listen to his preaching any more, so she nodded and agreed. He always felt that every time he looked at her, there was always a kind of pity in his eyes, and that pity she had seen everywhere in Tu Qifeng.

Soon Tuo came to their classroom to find him, and he called him Dad.

Sure enough, it was father and son, but she couldn't stand this kind of pity the most.

If you want to say that the person you don't want to see the most, of course, it is Tuo Feng.

She had thought about those things a million times in the past, but no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't figure it out. So she wants to escape, in this new environment, she can be a turtle with a shrunken head, as long as she encounters danger, she will immediately hide back in her shell.

It seems that providence always likes to make people, and now she knows that her homeroom teacher is Tuo Lifeng's father, and it is inevitable to see Tuo Lifeng in the future.

She sat by the window, still staring out into the hallway.

She was startled by the sudden intrusion of an enlarged face from outside the glass, and he knocked on the glass outside to signal her to open the window, his eyebrows hiding his joy.

She opened it a little impatiently, and he said, "Yang Ji, if you have anything in the future, just look for my dad, and I will let him take care of you more." ”

Yang Ji said thank you very politely. Because she knew that if she refused, he would have more words. He owes her because of one thing after another, so he wants to make up for it, but no matter what he does, the missing part of her heart can't be recovered.

Tuo Feng understands that she hates him, or does she hate? But from Zhang Yangji's face, he couldn't find such extreme emotions.

Extreme people are prone to death, just like Ma Tingting. She used death to vent her disappointment in the world. But they continued to live with this heaviness.

Tuo Weifeng lived with his father when he was in high school, and he spent very little time with his father, and there was almost no conflict of ideas, so he never quarreled.

On the surface, the seemingly harmonious father-son relationship made him feel inexplicably alienated. Father loved his students more, he felt.

He devotes a lot of time to the students in his class, and for his son, he nods his head to express satisfaction every time he signs his name after seeing his results.

He thought about using a bad test or a fight with someone he hated to get his attention and prove his existence. But he felt that this was too pediatric, and he didn't like to deliberately prove it.

His father taught Chinese, and his Chinese grades were his weakness, especially in writing, except for a few sample essays he memorized, he wrote that his father was sick five times, his mother was sick three times, and he was sick eleven times, and he himself found it funny.

My father knew about this, so every time he took home a revised composition, he would pick a few well-written essays to show him.

Among them is Zhang Yangji's.