It's been so long since I was reborn, and I still have the most harvest in these three months in the provincial capital.

I suddenly had three houses in my hand, and it felt like a different life.

Suddenly, I feel that other things in my life don't seem to be so urgent, and it seems that I can finally stop worrying about money.

In more than ten years, not to mention these two houses, the courtyard house alone is sky-high, and there is nowhere to buy it.

After a rough inventory, there is finally not much money left on him to continue to squander.

The remaining more than 10,000 yuan still has to cope with daily expenses, and it can finally be stopped. The nouveau riche has returned to poverty, and it is time to return to Yunyang, where his Lin Xiaohan is still waiting for him.

So, on September 6, 1998, it should be cloudy, anyway, there were a lot of clouds in the sky, and Chen Mingliang returned to Yunyang.

At this time, the weather has begun to cool a little, it is hot during the day, and it is not so hot in the morning and evening.

It's been a hot summer just now, and I have a fiery heart.

Take the minibus from the provincial capital to Yunyang, this is an Iveco, which is much better than the minibus from Chen Po to Yunyang.

The mood began to change as the car moved, and there was a sense of homesickness.

Although the provincial capital is not far from Yunyang, the geographical environment is completely different.

Yunyang is all alluvial plains of the Yellow River, and there is not a single mountain in the county.

Looking past in spring, there are endless wheat fields outside;

This is not the case with provincial capitals, which also face the Yellow River, but the provincial capitals are mountainous, and the mountains are sloping. So after the rain, there are more springs in the city, and these are the water from the mountains, which comes out of the cracks at the foot of the mountain.

It's only been three months since I left Yunyang, but it feels like three years has been so long.

Before coming back this time, the unit also distributed a communication tool to Chen Mingming, a very artifact object.

That is a Motorola BP machine, Chen Mingliang also mocked Yin Chao not long ago, saying that what is the use of this thing, the stopwatch has no function, it can only be used as an alarm clock.

I really don't know if there is a paging station in the county.

Such a high-tech thing, children who have never seen it can imagine it as a text message receiver, it is more handsome to really send a text message, you have to call the pager first, and then the wonderful sound girl of the pager will sort out the information according to what you want to say, guess your intentions, and then edit the text message and send it to the BP machine.

When I went back to school again, I still had the feeling that things were wrong.

It's only been three months since I left, but after seeing the bigger world, I feel that this place seems to be a little unbearable, if it weren't for the people I wanted to meet, and some things I wanted to continue to do, I might really have to leave here, and half of my heart was already not here.

When I came to the school gate again, this time I didn't feel that the school was unfamiliar, but with a little bit of longing for kindness.

There are more flowers blooming on campus this season, which is very beautiful and has the feeling of being full of flowers. In fact, many flowers do not bloom just in the spring, as if they bloom more in the summer. It's just that everyone habitually expresses that spring flowers are blooming, which is just a change, and the contrast is strong.

Walking along the main road of the school to the campus, both sides of the road are ginkgo trees planted in the early years, the trees are tall and dense, walking under the mottled shade, from time to time there is a cool breeze through, very comfortable, the mood is also a lot more relaxed.

I went to Mr. Zhang Tao's office first.

Da Lao Zhang is carrying a large enamel tea jar in the office to drink tea, the smell is very fragrant, it must be jasmine tea, and I can smell it from afar. Suddenly seeing Chen Mingliang coming in, Teacher Zhang hurriedly spit out the tea leaves in his mouth: "Oh, Mingliang is back!, it's even darker!" Come, sit, sit, sit! and the teacher will pour you a cup of tea".

Saying that, he took out another big teapot that I don't know who was ready to pour tea, this enamel teapot is still quite historical, the lower edge is rusty with porcelain, and the traces are round and scattered, like a black chrysanthemum.

Chen Mingliang hurriedly stopped Teacher Zhang's enthusiasm: "Thank you, Teacher Zhang, I have a teacup." As he spoke, he took out his teacup and the boss thermos cup that he brought to Mr. Zhang.

"Teacher Zhang, this is for you, thank you for your hard work, I went to BJ some time ago and bought one from the mall."

"Oh, you kid, you're so filial!". After looking at it, I felt that the cup was quite expensive, "I will accept the cup, how much is it, I will give you money, your family is not rich, and the teacher can't take advantage of you." ”

"Teacher, no, you forgot, I get paid now, and I'm a professional athlete now, which is different from before."

"yes, that's not bad, how much money do you have a month now?"

"Food, 1500 a month. If you don't train on a sports team now, you will be given an extra 600 yuan a month for food subsidies. ”

"That's really good, the teacher's salary is only 1200, you are boiling it out, how old is this to have a formal salary, and now it is a big advantage to calculate the length of service, and the annual leave in the future will be longer than others."

The two chatted for a long time, and when they came back this time, Chen Mingliang felt that getting along with Teacher Zhang was a lot more casual, and Teacher Zhang no longer regarded him as a complete student, and had some meaning of equal dialogue, not all of it.

Say goodbye to the teacher and go back to your nest.

After a few months of leaving, the room I lived in was still the same clean and refreshing.

It seems that someone often cleans himself, it should be Lin Han, he is worthy of the person I chose, and he is really virtuous.

Before Chen Mingliang left, he gave Lin Han the key to his dormitory, because he had raised a few pots of spider plants and pothos, which needed to be watered occasionally.

A big man, also so hypocritical? , also raise flowers and grass!.

Actually, no, there is a reason for this. In his previous life, when Chen Mingliang renovated the house before, the decoration company withdrew and sent him a few pots of hanging baskets and pothos. One of them, Chen Mingliang didn't go to the house, and when he went again, he found that the soil of the pot had dried up, and only the core of a pot of pothos seemed to be still moist and slightly green.

After watering, I didn't care about it, and after about three or five days, it came back to life! Then, relying on this single seedling, he actually filled all those pots. He felt that this was like himself, as long as he was not dead and gave him some water and nourishment, he could still thrive and live.

Since then, this has also developed Chen Mingming's hobby of liking spider plants and pothos.

My own things in the dormitory are still the same, the quilts are neatly folded, and the mosquito nets are stored on them. The inkstone and brush on the desk can be seen to have been maintained, and the hair has not dried out.

It's just that the words I wrote by practicing my pen are gone, have they been put away, and it's not a precious copybook, so it's gone.

This time I went to the capital, Chen Mingliang also bought a few fans, whiteboards, and prepared to write their own words to give away, which is both meaningful and not vulgar, taking advantage of this effort, Chen Mingliang copied several poems in a row.

No, I took one with Zheng Banqiao's poem "Bamboo" written on it, and prepared to bring it to the head teacher.

It is said that students of this age would never think of bringing gifts to teachers, Chen Mingliang can think of it, or because it is an adult's mind that is doing trouble. If you don't send anything, the teacher won't blame you, as long as you become a talent, as long as you are motivated, the teacher will be very happy.

I met with my homeroom teacher and then returned to the classroom.

The classroom is still the same classroom, and the students are still the same students. Except for the half-scum who struggled to go downstream in the back rows, the others probably didn't know Chen Mingliang much at all, and they didn't speak.

So if the school starts late, it's late, and no one knows that Chen Mingliang went to the provincial capital to train, and he spent such a wonderful few months. After coming back, no one wanted to know how Chen Mingliang was doing during the summer vacation, they just thought that he was a few days late.

Chen Mingliang really wanted to say something this time, just to show off, but there was no reason!

Pearl Secret Investment!

Somebody has to talk, so come on the weekend. What is it today, Nima, it's only Tuesday!

Some gifts can't be sent out in time, and I feel uncomfortable.

Let's go to the class and find her.

This is the first time Chen Mingliang has gone to their class, and now it should be the second class of liberal arts in the third year of high school.

In the afternoon, I didn't bother to listen to what I had learned, and all afternoon, Chen Mingliang was scribbling in his notebook with his calligraphy pen and copying some things in his notebook.

But Lin Han's name was not written, I don't know who said it, and when I think of whom, I will unconsciously write whose name, in fact, no, where is it so fake, it's a romance story

Finally got out of school, and then it was time for extracurricular activities, and the anxious Chen Mingliang went back to the dormitory and carried his schoolbag, which contained gifts, let's go, let's go, go and send surprises!.

I found the teaching building of the high school, and then followed the house number to find the room by room, and finally it was easy to find the second class of the third year of high school.

It's already time for extracurricular activities after school, and the class is still full, everyone is sitting in their seats studying, no one is talking, no one is making trouble, and everyone is studying quietly like that.

Chen Mingliang stood at the back door and watched for a long time, he couldn't see anything, there were too many books in the third year of high school, sometimes they were taller than people, if you didn't raise your head, you wouldn't find it at all if you hid underneath. He didn't know where Lin Han was sitting, those girls looked at it for a long time, and they didn't look at their backs.

Then he changed to the front door, and stood at the front door, and the tall man blocked the door, and many people in the class suddenly saw him, and said who this was.

Before he could take a closer look, he felt a girl wave at him, so he stepped out of the way and came into the hallway.

After waiting for a while, it turned out that Lin Han didn't come out, and her little girlfriend Ren Jing came out.

"You're looking for Hanhan, she just went out, saying that her family hired a Mandarin teacher for her, and she had to take a special training class after class, and she went home early every day."

"Ren Xiaojing, have you grown taller?"

"You found out, yes, I've grown taller, you don't know, others say that playing basketball can grow taller, I go to play basketball every day, I haven't stopped during the summer vacation, and now it's 1.62 meters."

"I thought I had a tan during the summer vacation, is it already as dark as you, only to find out after reading you, I was too worried" Ren Jing smiled and covered her mouth.

Indeed, Ren Jing's facial features are even better looking than Lin Han, she used to be just small and inconspicuous, but now she is a little taller, and she is suddenly a lot more beautiful.

"Hanhan came back, I told her, you came back from the provincial capital this time, did you bring us a gift, if not, the information will not be transmitted."

"Yes, yes", Chen Mingliang took a fan from his schoolbag and gave it to Ren Jing.