"Teacher Hu, your craftsmanship is really good."

Hu Yijun looked at the empty plates, then looked at Zhou Yan's satisfied smile and Jiang Qingyue's smiling eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched, all of them ate, and there was nothing left.

"Thanks, thanks for the compliment?"

Zhou Yan waved her hand, and when she saw that the other party was about to clean up the dishes, she hurriedly stopped her: "Eh, don't don't, you're all cooking, so I and Yueyue will do the washing of the dishes, just sit down." ”

Hu Yijun smiled: "It's okay, I just have nothing to do." ”

Zhou Yan put all the dishes in the sink, "Eh, I just saw that you didn't eat much, and you made the rice, but you invited you back, even if you cook, I still know how to wash the dishes, you can go to the sofa and chat with Yueyue." ”

"That'...... All right. ”

Although it was said that Yueyue chatted together, Jiang Qingyue also came to brush the dishes with Zhou Yan, and finally put the bowls back in the cabinet, which was a very simple job.

Seeing that the two of them cooperated so tacitly, a trace of envy appeared in Hu Yijun's eyes, which is really good, but there is also a trace of doubt, what about Yueyue's father?

Zhou Yan brought Hu Yijun back this time, which is the point value of the hundred, since the time of the system's small tasks can be set independently, then everything is much more convenient.

"Alright, let's talk about you."

After Zhou Yan and Jiang Qingyue finished brushing the bowl, the two sat opposite Hu Yijun, Zhou Yan supported her chin with one hand, put her elbow on her knee, and looked at each other, her eyes calm and serious.

Jiang Qingyue glanced at her mother, and then also learned her movements, and her fleshy face looked very pinched.

Hu Yijun suddenly felt a little nervous, his palms were slightly sweaty, and he said in a slurred voice: "Oh, oh, okay, now, let's talk now." ”

"Don't be nervous." Zhou Yan comforted.

Hu Yijun smiled awkwardly, nodded, thought for a few seconds, and then said slowly: "The two people I met in the mall that day, one of them is my ex-boyfriend, and the other is his girlfriend, we have been together for three years, and he is very good to me, but suddenly, last month he told me that he met someone he liked and wanted to break up with me, I really don't understand." ”

"It was he who chased me first, and it was also his confession, we have been very stable for three years, I always thought that we would get married, but、But he broke up with me, I really don't accept it!"

"Yueyue's mother, you don't know how good he used to be to me, he came to pick me up when it rained, he was willing to get more rain himself, he would get up early in the morning and walk to the breakfast shop outside the school to buy me breakfast, every day, big and small, he would give me gifts, he said...... Having said that we will always be together, we will always love me. ”

Speaking of this, Hu Yijun covered his face with his painful hands, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his voice was obviously crying.

Zhou Yan was expressionless: "......"

Well, this word, how did she feel like she had heard it somewhere.

Jiang Qingyue jumped down from the sofa, took out a piece of paper, and handed it to Teacher Hu.

"Thank you, Yueyue." Mr. Hu took the paper and wiped his tears.

"So, it's your ex-boyfriend who split his legs?" Jiang Qingyue quickly found the key issue and said it.

Thinking of what her mother said to herself before, she felt that Mr. Hu's ex-boyfriend was very suitable for this vocabulary.

Teacher Hu shook his head blankly: "I don't know. ”

"Ahem." Zhou Yan coughed strategically, lowered her voice, and reminded her daughter: "It's a split." ”

Jiang Qingyue looked at Hu Yijun with a serious face, as if she was thinking, and touched Hu Yijun's head like an adult, which was comforting her.

"Mr. Hu, this ex-boyfriend of yours broke up with you on the front foot, and he has a new girlfriend on the back foot, isn't this the one that is connected by a gap?"

Zhou Yan smiled embarrassedly: "It's seamless." ”

Jiang Qingyue nodded, that's it.

"Then why are you meeting that mistress again today?"

Hu Yijun wiped his tears, sorted out his mood, and said: "He recently participated in a music program, and during the audition stage, there was only one song that was used for reference, and that song was written by me, but the song was only the first half, and I haven't finished writing it yet. ”

Jiang Qingyue blinked: "......"

She couldn't help but open her mouth wide and looked at Zhou Yan, her big eyes were full of four big words-

I don't understand.

"Mom, why don't I understand what Teacher Hu said." Jiang Qingyue scratched her head, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.

This is not that Mr. Hu wants to participate in the show, what does it have to do with Mr. Hu.

And shouldn't this be a contest with a tune written by yourself?

Why did the person called the ex-boyfriend use Mr. Hu's tune to participate in the competition?

You know, there was a painting competition in the nursery class before, and the children all knew that they had to participate in the competition with their own drawings, why didn't the adults understand these truths.

Zhou Yan smiled and touched the child's round head.

"This is the world of filthy grown-ups."

Jiang Qingyue's tiger body was shocked, and she didn't know how to feel it.

Hu Yijun saw the child's puzzled expression, coupled with Zhou Yan's words, and pulled the corners of his mouth awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

Zhou Yan hit with one blow: "When that leg-splitting man took your song to participate in the competition, you didn't know it." ”

Hu Yijun nodded: "I only recently learned that he had more contact with me during this time because of this incident." ”

"And what do you think of yourself?"

"I—I don't know ......"

“……”

Very good, Zhou Yan fully understands what kind of situation this is.

According to the contact with those dead love brains in her previous life, Zhou Yan fully understands what kind of thoughts Teacher Hu has in her heart now, what she cares about is not that the man who splits her legs to compete in the competition without permission, but is considering whether to continue to write this song.

Although it is difficult to part with a three-year relationship, Zhou Yan believes that the fact that Mr. Hu thinks that they are both very good and have always loved each other must be someone lying, but it is just that the person who likes it automatically adds a layer of filters.

Tsk, there is a long way to go to awaken a love brain.

Zhou Yan didn't speak, in this case, she had to think of a way, it was impossible to persuade, and the words of persuasion would be falsely accused by them, and it would be confided in as a trash can, this method was not advisable.

Personally experienced, lying was punished by God.

Jiang Qingyue didn't have so many worries, it was the first time she had encountered this situation, looking at Teacher Hu's appearance, she remembered what her mother had said to her before, and then she corresponded one by one and was silent.

Mr. Hu, almost every one of them can be corresponded.

"Mr. Hu, you can't think like that, if you break up, it doesn't matter, why do you still write tunes for that ex-boyfriend."

Hu Yijun's eyes were a little flustered: "But, but if I don't write, he won't be able to participate in the competition." ”

"Then you can participate in it yourself! Our kindergarten children all know that they participate in the competition with their own works, and that person is not taught by his parents? Or the teacher didn't teach him, and he took it secretly, this is stealing! ”

Jiang Qingyue shouted loudly, her little face was full of anger, it was the first time she had encountered the same situation as her mother said in reality.

Really angry.

"Also...... I can't say that, Yueyue, we hadn't broken up at that time. Hu Yijun weakly objected.

Jiang Qingyue was fluent in speech and flexible in her mind, and immediately retorted: "Can't you steal things without breaking up?" Mr. Hu, what are you hesitating about, this is your own hard work, if my work is stolen, see if I don't tear that person! Pop his mung bean heads. ”

Bang.

The child slammed his fist on the table, and there were a few sharp rubbing sounds, and some gaps immediately appeared on the table.

Domineering exposed.

Hu Yijun: "!! ”

Zhou Yan couldn't help it, lowered her head and shrugged her shoulders and laughed.

666。