Yang Hua spoke, and Zhao Yan looked at Qi Xiaoyu carefully on the side.

"Yes, is my sister-in-law at home with the children?"

Qi Xiaoyu frowned, looking at these two female classmates a little strangely, how did she feel more and more strange?

There were a lot of people in the car, Qi Xiaoyu had a place to sit, a single seat, by the window, and she was holding the child.

Jiang Zhidong stood beside her, the bus sometimes bumped, and she saw the female classmate named Zhao Yan leaning on Jiang Zhidong.

What's going on?

She glanced at Zhao Yan, glanced at Yang Hua, and said word by word, "I went to school at the teacher college, and I didn't have classes this afternoon, so I came over." ”

"Teacher?"

Zhao Yan and Yang Hua glanced at each other.

"Is the school in the suburbs? Where can this bus go? Are you going to take the wrong bus?"

"Yes, yes, so far away, so far away, can this car pass?"

"Well, do you have a bus stop at your school? I've heard it's very remote. ”

"It's no different from the countryside, do you have a complete range of teachers in your school?"

The two sang and agreed, talking about it.

The dark night seemed to be smeared heavily on the sky, and there was not even a glimmer of stars.

The street is like a calm river, with a few buses passing by.

Qi Xiaoyu finally understood, what did the two of them want to say!

Downgrading her? Downgrading her school?

Oh, she and they seem to have only met for the first time, right?

Her mind turned, could it be that one of these two female classmates was the one who wrote a letter to Jiang Zhidong?

Right.

It seems reasonable to think so.

Otherwise, why do you like to belittle her when you first meet?

"Our school is not as good as Shang'an University, but it is ......"

She paused, deliberately selling off.

"But I still like our school, after all, we don't have a female student in our school to write love letters to married husbands. ”

After she finished speaking, she looked at the two people in front of her.

Sure enough, one of them's face changed slightly.

Yang Hua quietly tugged at Zhao Yan's clothes, as if reminding her to cheer up.

Zhao Yan was dumbfounded, she didn't know what to say for a while, she just looked at Jiang Zhidong with a look of grievance, for fear that others would not know that she was wronged, and the letter was written by her.

Yang Hua glanced out the window by the light of the street lights, and hurriedly pulled Zhao Yan to the car door, saying as he walked, "We've arrived at the station, get off the bus first, see you next time." ”

The train stopped, and it did reach a platform, but it was still a stop away from their house.

The two got off the train early, and there were not many people on the platform.

Slowly people go empty.

"Why are you pulling me down? There's still a station to get home. ”

"I know, we'll be home first. ”

"Before I finished speaking, you pulled me down, do you listen to what she just said? What does it mean that there are no girls in the teacher college to write love letters to married husbands? Isn't she clearly pointing at Sang and scolding Huai!"

"Do you still know that she means Sang scolding Huai? That's why I told you to get out of the car, so that you wouldn't lose face for a while. ”

"What kind of face? What do you mean I lose face for a while?"

"If I don't pull you out of the car again, you're going to tell them that you wrote the letter!"

"How so?"

Zhao Yan held her mouth and was a little embarrassed.

Yang Hua told her before that she should not write her name when writing a letter.

In this way, it can slowly arouse the curiosity and imagination of men.

What to say, people imagine, empathize, if someone writes a love letter to themselves, they will probably be curious about who that person is, right?

As long as there is curiosity, slowly there is the next step, and things will be easier.

"You're too reckless, it's not right, you're angry, it's all on your face, it's not good. Yang Hua sighed and spoke.

There are trees on both sides of the street, and in the darkness of the night, under the dense shadows of the trees, the occasional breeze hangs on the leaves, and there is a "rustling" sound due to the wind, as if recalling the excitement and busyness of the day.

The moon was still hovering in the dark night sky, passing by Xiao Qiao, the lake under the bridge glowed with silver light from time to time, and there was a slight ripple.

The treetops swayed slightly, and the trees and ghostly statues along the boulevard cast long, unpredictable shadows among them, and the night in Sananseong was a little scary.

The streets themselves were vast and silent, and they dared to keep walking.

Zhao Yan sniffed and said helplessly, "Okay, I know." ”

She complained a little in her heart, it was Yanghua who instigated her to write the letter, and it was Yanghua who instigated her to send the letter.

Now that she said that she was not doing the right thing, she was angry, and she was also her.

Not far away, the street lights were bright, the faint soft light shimmered, and the sky was dotted with sparkling stars, like fine crystals.

"I'll go to your house tonight, I'm far away. ”

Yanghua spoke.

"What, go to my house?"

Zhao Yan thought about it and spoke.

"But you don't know the situation of my family, only the uncle on my name is at home, my mother has returned to my grandmother's house this month, will it be inconvenient for you to go?"

The situation at home was complicated, and her father saved a half-old child who fell into the water, but he was gone.

Later, when the half-grown child grew up, he felt guilty and took care of her and her mother all the time.

She called the man uncle, but in fact the man was only ten years older than her.

The house she lives in today was also bought by her uncle, who she and her mother moved from the suburban village a few years ago.

"I'll sleep with you then. ”

"......"

Zhao Yan hesitated.

"Good Yanyan, it's so dark, you see I'm going to your house soon, but I still have to walk a little way to my house, can you bear to see me walk back alone?"

"But isn't your mother worried about you?" Zhao Yan wondered.

"My mom...... I don't know if I'm worried about it. ”

Zhao Yan thought for a while, "That's it, you can go home with me first, and I'll ask my uncle to drive you." ”

"Let your uncle drive me? ”

Yang Hua lowered his eyes, hiding the joy of the glitter in his eyes.

Zhao's house is very large, and the orange round light under the tree next to the gate yard is greatly lit up, as if waiting for Zhao Yan to go home.

The mahogany roof was a little warm in the light, and there seemed to be fog in the misty night.

A faint floral fragrance came out, and the flowers had bloomed, immersed in the moonlight.

Yanghua stood at the door, watching Zhao Yan go in, and she waited outside.

Her heart was dangling and a little nervous.

She straightened her clothes and hair.

The breeze blows on the face and makes people feel pleasant.

Suburbs, villages.

Walking on the trail.

Occasionally, dogs barking can be heard.

"Those two female classmates of yours today are a little nervous. Qi Xiaoyu spoke.

"Hmm. Jiang Zhidong nodded, and he felt it too.

"I wanted to tear you up, but forget it. ”

"But, don't get this kind of thing in front of me in the future, I'll be a little disgusted. ”

Qi Xiaoyu waved his hand and watched him hold the child.

She took a few breaths of air and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I want to make money now, don't bother me with other things. ”

"Making money?"

Jiang Zhidong had a smile on his face, "Who doesn't want to make money? ”

"Che, the hell believe you, you're a nerd. ”

"Really, I don't lie to you. ”

"Really, I have a way to make a lot of money, do you want to listen to it, or do we have a partnership?"