It's okay, don't flirt!

Knowing that Yan didn't say a word, the chess piece he raised never fell down, and his eyes were focused on Yan Jing, waiting for his head that was lowered to stare at the chessboard to lift up.

Rigorously moved his cheeks, curled the corners of his mouth, "Senior brother, I'm a fellow student, so don't use your communication skills on me." Silently staring, waiting for the other party to talk, the moves learned from Dean He can be used by the students enough.

Knowing that Yan shot horizontally, aimed at his moving pawn, raised his head and said slowly, "Can't you talk to me?"

Before the rigorous pawn crossed the river, he wanted to move sideways, and knowingly held down his hand, "foul." Then he reached out to move the rigorous cannon, confronting himself.

It's the turn of playing chess knowingly.Strict fingers traced the inscribed inscriptions on the chess piece. Seeing that the senior did not move for a long time, it seemed that he had made up his mind to speak.He grinned, "There's nothing I can't talk about, but it's been more than ten years, and I can't remember clearly."

Knowing that Yan had just started playing chess, he continued to ask, "When you were in elementary school?"

Nodding rigorously, "Fourth grade." He stopped thinking about playing chess, and picked up a chess piece to play with, "The mid-term exam is over, I'll wait for him to come home from work at night after self-study, and I forgot who told me that he had a cerebral hemorrhage down."

He took a deep breath, let it out long, and made another move, "I went to the hospital not long after lying down."

Knowingly, he moved the chess piece he had scrambled back to its original position, and made another move for him, "Is your father a teacher?"

"The physics teacher in high school is very smart, and the students like him." That year was the first time that my father took care of senior high school students.At the memorial service, his students came and filled the lobby, weeping silently.

He couldn't remember clearly, all the memories were deeply etched in his mind, but he just didn't want to think about it.Ming Zhiyan sighed silently in his heart, "Did you get double hundred in that midterm exam?"

Strict eyes were crooked, shining with a clear light, "Brother, how do you know?" He has been in school for three years. He is really smart, but he is sloppy.

"You are so smart, there is no one in the past, and there will be no one in the future. How difficult is it to double hundred?"

Knowing that Yan's perfunctory words sounded like sincere praise to himself, he couldn't find the north again, and played chess blindly.

Knowing that Yan didn't correct him this time, his thoughts have drifted back to the night when Yan Jing was drunk, the wine tasted strange, the painting style was strange, clinging like a child... It turned out that he was trying to make up for the life he was owed.Thinking of this, knowing that Yan's heart was beating slowly, as if someone had pinched his artery, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Later, your family..." Until now, he is still troubled by his father's death. Is it because of the hardship of life after losing his father?Knowing that Yan knows that what he said is a bit of an invasion of privacy, but he wants to know everything about this person, and his strong desire to find out will squeeze out every drop of his way.

"Very good, everyone around is taking good care of you. Brother, it's your turn." Yan Jing pointed to the chessboard, urging Ming Zhiyan to play chess.

"You made a mistake again." Ming Zhiyan knew that he didn't want to talk, so he stopped talking and concentrated on teaching him the rules of chess.

The two played for a whole afternoon. Under the correct rules, they met a strong player again. They lost so rigorously that they wanted to scold their mothers.

Checking the time, it's time for dinner. Rigorously thinking about Shen Jiang's soup again, he called and Shen Jiang was cooking soup waiting for him to go, "Okay, I'll be there soon!"

Rigorously bowing his head, he rushed to Shenjiang's dormitory knowingly.As soon as he entered, it was He Ming who greeted him again, with a silly look on his face, he raised his hand and wanted to poke the rigorous arm to see if it had grown well.

Yan Jing protected his hand and hid behind Shen Jiang, "Why do you always come to school, what are you doing when you have nothing to do?"

Under the knowingly threatening eyes, He Ming put away his playfulness and slumped on the sofa, "What's wrong? I have a good relationship with Mr. Shen, do you have any objections?"

Strictly snorted softly, an uneducated blind person who can't even draw and has a good relationship with the art teacher? "I think you want to study but don't want to pay tuition fees! You're already old, tsk tsk, tsk, tsk, really tsk."

Why is this kid so dumb!He Ming jumped up from the sofa, raised his eyebrows, and bared his mouth. Seeing Ming Zhiyan and Shen Jiang glaring at him again, he shook his head, "Eat!"

Can't beat him, and can't keep his mouth shut when eating?

Yan Jing's mouth was blocked, but He Ming's heart was also blocked.Knowing that Yan felt sorry for his little junior, it was fine, but Shen Jiang's whole heart was on that brat.Chen Jiang picked up a bone, tore off the meat and put it in a small bowl, brought it to the person, and handed him a spoon, almost picked it up and fed it to his mouth.

He Ming got angry when he saw that Shen Jiang had finished tearing up the meat and was about to throw away the bones, so he held him down, "Hey, don't, give him the bones too, suck the bone marrow, it's nutritious."

Chen Jiang thought it made sense, so he handed the bones to Yan Jing.

He Ming couldn't stop laughing wildly when he saw him holding the bones and gnawing his head.Ming Zhiyan glanced at it, his hands were shiny, a bare bone with no meat in his mouth, eating like a dog, he wanted to laugh, "Drink the soup, there is not much bone marrow."

After the meal, He Ming and Shen Jiang wanted to go shopping, and Yan Jing wanted to go with him, but He Ming refused to agree, keeping his eyes on Ming Zhiyan, and communicated silently—pull the bastard back!Brother is going on a date!Tight!Heavy task!

Knowing that Yan couldn't understand the meaning of his winking at all, he was just worried that Yan Jing would go out like this, and if he bumped into each other, it would be even slower. He Ming's wishes were well known, and he led them back to the apartment, "Don't join in the fun. , I will play chess with you."

What next!Can't win again!Confidence is gone!

He drooped his head, "No, it's boring."

"You can also play chess."

It's not a child of seven or eight years old, playing like this is like two hundred and five...

"No energy..."

Knowing that Yan would not be polite to him anymore, "Then let's work and prepare lessons."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, and the serious face stretched even longer. It's only Saturday, and it's not too late to prepare lessons on Sunday. Sure enough, living with the senior is supervised 24 hours a day!

He scowled, "Brother, let's play chess."

It is troublesome for him to write on the blackboard, so it is better to do PPT lectures during this time.Ming Zhiyan said, "During the weekend, if I have time, I can help you with the courseware."

This sounds like a decision, and it means that you can't play tomorrow, you have to work overtime, the brother is planning to finish the courseware for a week... Yan Yan thinks that he should shut up obediently, so as to save the brother from having a whim and rushing One o'clock, all night, and even the next week's courseware is planned to be done.

Ming Zhiyan walked towards the apartment with his silent little tail.

When he got home, Yan Yan took out the computer, sat on the floor, nestled in front of the low coffee table in the living room, and Ming Zhiyan sat on the sofa behind him to supervise the work.

Seeing that he created a new blank page, he chose a 20-point font and started typing directly, and asked knowingly, "Don't you need a template?"

Rigorously raised one index finger, and tapped the keys one by one, "It's easy to be distracted by looking at the fancy things."

Ming Zhiyan nodded, thinking that what he said made sense, "I'll help you type."

His hands reached up from the sides of Rigorous body and put on the keyboard.Yan Jing tilted his head slightly, and he could see the cheek that his senior brother was about to touch, and his breathing stagnated, as if he suddenly forgot how to breathe.This posture is a bit intimate, like being taught by my father to do homework when I was a child, but did I forget to breathe before?

"What are you thinking? What are you going to write?"

Knowing that he changed his thoughts back with a word, he hurriedly sorted out his thoughts rigorously and sorted out the outline of the lecture.

The next class will talk about modern poetry - "Farewell to Cambridge". In addition to the creation background and poetry appreciation, He Xiaohe also intends to let He Xiaohe talk about his poetry writing experience.She used her own work in the poetry recitation competition. Although she lacked recitation skills and missed the award in the end, her work was unanimously recognized by the judges and teachers.When she talked about how to compose poetry, on the one hand, it was an inspiration for her classmates, and it was also an exercise for herself, because it is more difficult to explain clearly than to write.

Letting students participate in classroom teaching, regardless of the scriptures, the rigorous teaching activities are very novel and have great reference value, and I clearly affirm this design.

Yan Yan looked at his brother nodding in approval, his heart fluttered, he didn't want to finish talking.

"Well... I want to talk about something else..."

Ming Zhiyan tapped his fingers on the keyboard quickly, and asked, "Huh? What else?"

This poem is well written, with gorgeous words and full of emotion, but this kind of nostalgia and sadness are not so easy to experience. Even if the whole text is recited, these children will not be able to experience it.

"At this age, what I can feel the most is secret love. I want to add a love poem..."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became. He was not sure when he knew that he was going to speak up, and he didn't know which corner he would stand for when he was punished.

"Secret love?" Ming Zhiyan paused his fingers, stared at the screen, and said for a long time, "Daisy."

This is what he thought of!Rigorous as if getting an electric shock, he swung his head over and opened his eyes wide, feeling incredible, "Don't you need to stand still?!"

Ming Zhiyan looked at him and said with a slight smile, "This time I didn't make a mistake again."

In the flowering season and rainy season when emotions are ignorant, the poems about love can touch them more, and the meaning of the poems may be more clear. The emotion of ending without a disease contained in Musset's "Daisy" is the most personal experience of teenagers.

Strictly read one sentence softly:

"I love,

say nothing,

Just seeing you smiling across the face.

i love

Only my heart perceives,

You don't need to know how you feel about me.

I treasure my secret,

I also cherish the slight sadness,

The sadness that never turned into pain.

I swore

i love

without any hope,

But not without happiness—

As long as I can see you,

I am satisfied. "

Ming Zhiyan followed his recitation and typed out the entire short poem.

Nothing to say, just smile facing thee.

The author has something to say:

There is a little angel giving me nutrient solution!

Although I don't know what it is for, and I don't know where to see who sent it...

Dansu, I know you like my writing,

So happy, hahaha~