After transferring to another school, I was at the same table as the school girl who had a crush on

On the first day of self-study after returning to school from the National Day holiday, in a class of classrooms, the students with severe post-holiday syndrome were sluggish, yawning and spreading flowers like drumming, the atmosphere was so gloomy that it seemed that they had entered the midwinter season of barren vegetation ahead of time, .

What broke the barren atmosphere was a surprise from Shang Houde.

"I went back to the Provincial High School on the National Day, and I brought you some surprises." Shang Houde smiled at the door, and asked someone to bring a few big boxes, "Who of you wants to come and have a look?"

The students who were still immersed in the yawn and did not wake up were ignorant.

Chen Zhengfei's eyes lit up, and he raised his hand: "Teacher, I'm here!"

all the classmates:!

Shang Houde laughed and said, "Then the monitor will come up..."

all the classmates:! ! !

Chen Shou's subordinates keep people! ! !

In front of the whole class, Chen Zhengfei chose one of the three boxes, and said firmly: "Everyone, don't worry. This time, I will prove myself!"

The box is opened.

Inside, a whole page of "Second Year Chemistry Zhenti Collection" was exposed.

all the classmates:……

"Chen Shoushou, get the hell out of here!"

Chen Zhengfei rolled down the stage in desperation, hit some boys several times on the way, and got into a fight with them laughing and arguing.

"It seems that the squad leader's luck is really not very good." Shang Houde couldn't help but opened the other two boxes, which contained two brand-new large water heaters: "I just arrived in the morning, and this is on our fourth floor. Winter comes Yes, our school also set up a few boiling water rooms, everyone drinking more hot water is good for your health."

The hot water room in front was broken, and because Zhang Tujiu refused to spend money to repair it, it had been shut down for two or three years, which was very inconvenient.

Cheers erupted in the class.

"As for this..." Shang Houde took out the "Chemistry Zhenti Collection" and asked the class representative to distribute it to the students in the class, "This is specially obtained for you, and it is more targeted than what you are using now. In the future The review process is based on this outline and the content in the workbook. Except for chemistry, other subjects are available, and they will be sent immediately."

Chemistry workbooks were handed out.The people in the class immediately picked it up and looked it up, and unexpectedly found: "Hey, these questions are so difficult!" I'm learning", "Teacher Shang seems to have said just now that these are all to be finished?"

Amidst the screams of the whole class, Shang Yang quickly browsed through the new materials one by one, and immediately figured out what was going on.

This is the review material unique to the Provincial No. [-] High School. It is the experience summed up by the old teachers of the school for many years. It is much more accurate than some materials bought by Shangxi High School on the market.

These things are not available to people like Shang Houde who have been friends with the Provincial No. [-] High School for many years.

Shang Yang is not the only one who can know the goods, Cheng Chengcheng and several students were whispering: "I heard that it is an internal thing of the Provincial High School. In the past, the old Zhang said that he wanted to get it, so he got a few papers and came back."

"Although it's a bit difficult, I think this topic is really interesting. It's better than the exercise book I'm using now. Our principal really has a lot of cards!"

"The current exercise book, who knows if the old vulture made some kind of deal with the people in the bookstore... Tsk... By the way, have you heard about the third year of high school?"

"Senior year?"

"I heard that there are a few extra tutors in the graduating class of liberal arts and science in the third year of high school. They are all retired old men and old ladies. They come twice a week, and each time they give a lecture for an evening self-study, and leave without leaving homework after the lecture. The third year of high school People say that these teachers are simply...too awesome."

"Yes, yes, yes, I know, I know. As soon as a master makes a move, he will know whether there is one. Those few old teachers whispered softly, and with just a few words, they can build a system that contains all the knowledge of the entire three years of high school. I My brother is going crazy with joy."

"There is indeed such a thing."

At this time, it was the gap before the first class of self-study in the morning, and Shang Houde didn't mind chatting with his classmates.After wiping the blackboard, he smiled kindly and gently on the podium: "They are all retired old teachers. They want to use their spare time after graduation. It just so happens that our graduating class has not done a good job. These teachers came here to say a few words, which is comparable to Our students have made more than a dozen papers. But the number of people is too small, so I pretended to only invite so many, otherwise I would like to make up for our class."

The people in the class were either surprised or curious or whispering, and finally turned into silence.

Only then did they understand what Shang Houde said in class, "I will provide you with everything you need, you just need to trust yourself wholeheartedly and put in the effort."

Born in Shangxi, they seem to be in the valley of fate. The white doves of their dreams soaring in the sky are out of reach, but Shang Houde smiled and told them not to be afraid, and even built a ladder for them to reach the sky with his own hands.

The silent moving and moving made everyone unable to express their gratitude wantonly.

All they could do was hold tightly to the documents in their hands and secretly make up their minds.

Does not disappoint.

try best.

In the last row, Shang Yang listened to the discussions in the class, feeling mixed feelings in his heart, and couldn't move his pen no matter what.

Shang Houde put it lightly, those few retired special-grade old teachers are not something that can be invited with ordinary face.Their sophomore director is a student of a special teacher.I once wanted to invite that old teacher to use his spare heat, but he couldn't do it without looking at the cottage.

God knows how much work Shang Houde has spent for these people!

In addition to homework materials and teachers, he knew that Shang Houde had done many things silently.

For example, he bought the carport back.

Shangxi High School is located in the fringe area of ​​urban and rural areas, and the land price is cheap. Many small factories like to secretly build factories here.Less than 50 meters away from Shangxi High School is a small factory producing paper cups and bowls.The internal area of ​​the small factory is not enough. After the staff dormitory is built, the warehouse area is not enough.After Zhang Hongtu found out about this, he rented the school carport to a factory next door as a warehouse.

A year's income is not old or young.

As a result, students can only park their cars outside the school, which is particularly easy to lose.Yufei Liqing had no choice but to hire an old security guard to watch the car with the whole school.

Shang Houde mentioned to Shang Yang a long time ago: "This matter should be resolved as soon as possible.

Eleven came, and the matter was finally resolved.

On the pretext that the border with the factory was not safe, Shang Houde not only took the land back, but also redecorated the carport.The old security guards hired by the students were incorporated into the security system and still guarded the cars, but the salary was paid by the school.

I heard that Zhang Tujiu, who lost his boss's income because of this, was so angry that he dropped his glass in the office.

"Thank you."

In the noisy and lively classroom, Shang Houde was talking with his classmates while smiling.Shang Yang was wearing earphones, pretending to be distracted while writing the exercise book.Suddenly I heard this voice.

He turned his head, and saw Li Qing's brows and eyebrows were extremely gentle in the half-dark morning light, as if they had been deepened by charcoal, they could be called clear and stretched, looking at him seriously.

Li Qing is indeed a good-tempered person, after only one long vacation, he seemed to have forgotten the quarrel with Shang Yang that day in the sports field, and reunited with Shang Yang.

Shang Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he raised the document in his hand: "Thank you for this?"

It could be seen that Li Qing was in a really good mood, and he gave a rare brisk smile: "For these materials, for the teachers of the graduating class, the matter of the car shed, and all those things that Teacher Shang did for us."

Shang Yang pursed his lips with a complicated expression.

"No one has ever done this for us. After reading Shangxi, I never thought that I would get such a gift in my life. It can be called a 'surprise' that can't be repaid." Li Qing stretched his waist, his voice was gentle but gentle , "I can't do anything but thank you."

Some kind of emotion was flowing, facing Li Qing's clear and clean eyes, somewhere in Shang Yang's throat was suddenly clogged with soreness.

Everything he took for granted, in Shangxi, in the eyes of the Li Qings, turned into a "gift of fate" and a "surprise that can't be repaid".

He might understand a little bit why his grandfather let him stay in Shangxi for three months.

call--

Shang Yang took a few breaths silently, so as not to show any abnormality on his appearance, and whistled at Li Qingliu: "Who said you can't do anything? Huh?"

Li Qing looked up at him suspiciously.

Shang Yang put his hands on the back of Li Qing's chair, and pressed his body towards him.The air between the two was compressed by him to the distance of almost malicious flirting, and Shang Yang's playful whisper was almost in Li Qing's ear, "Ban Hua, I remember I said before that ancient women met Da En, but if you want A promise with your body? Huh?"

Li Qing's ears were burning red sharply: "Shang Yang!"

Shang Yang smiled and lowered his voice: "Of course, Banhua, you insist on being a cow, a horse, a slave, and a handmaiden, and I don't mind a lot of beautiful little ladies...""

Li Qing blushed from embarrassment to anger, and immediately turned her head to ignore him.

Shang Yang laughed silently.

Because of this day's incident, Shang Yang ate the breakfast prepared by Shang Houde for the first time in the early morning of the next day.

On that day, Shang Houde's eyes were red all day.

The thick and invisible ice that separates the father and son seems to have begun to melt.

It's just that this seemingly good start did not lead to good results.

At the end of October, the river was rushing by the embankment with the sound of rolling water, and the geese in the sky passed by row after row, and the cold wave from Siberia roared across the entire river city.The weather is getting colder every day.The sycamore trees beside the road were covered with a layer of golden leaves, and passers-by put on sweaters and long johns one after another, and Jiangcheng has entered the late autumn.

October 22st.

It was still dawn, and when the damp and cold fog was about to rise in the early morning, Shang Yang got up consciously, washed up carefully, put on a black coat, put on the scarf knitted by his mother, and held a bunch of White chrysanthemum, sitting on the sofa at home.

He is waiting for Shang Houde.

Today... is the eighth anniversary of his mother's death.

In the past, every year on this day, my grandfather would take him to the mountain to visit his mother's grave, and the family of three would reunite and have a good chat.Unfortunately this year, my grandfather caught a cold during the cold wave a few days ago.Grandpa is already seventy-six, and he is not old enough to stand the toss.The family doctor made repeated orders to prohibit the grandfather from going out, and Shang Yang did not want him to be tired.The task of accompanying him to visit the grave was given to Shang Houde.

Shang Yang was reluctant at first—although the relationship with Shang Houde has eased, it does not mean that he is willing to face him at his mother's grave.

But my grandfather persuaded him earnestly on the phone: "Yangyang, no matter what he is, he is your relative. You must give him a chance to redeem himself."

Shang Yang could no longer say any rejection.

The living room is brightly lit with headlights on, the air is quiet and damp in the morning, and the sound of sirens on the river can be heard in the distance.Shang Yang looked up at the quartz clock on the wall.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Last night, he and Shang Houde made an appointment on the phone to leave at eight o'clock in the morning and visit the grave at nine o'clock.

Because Shang Yang remembered that her mother didn’t like people to visit the grave in the afternoon the most. She said that seemed insincere: “Nine o’clock in the morning, when the sun is rising and full of vigor, is the best time, do you remember?”

My mother's words are still in my ears, but all I have left is a black and white picture of the living room.

Shang Yang clenched the family portrait in his hand, sat on the sofa, silently counting the time and waiting.

The time clicks and clicks like a group of children playing around, scrambling to jump past, and the end of laughter is scattered in the silent air.

The door remained silent.

Ten past six.

Six twenty.

06: 30.

……

07: 30.

Seven fifty.

……

eight o'clock.

……

08: 30.

At 35:[-], the sky was already bright, and the sun poured in from outside the window. The light had already overshadowed the headlights in the room, and instantly illuminated the old floor and furniture.But the atmosphere is still condensed, time has stopped even the jump, and the head is drooping and walking forward in a gloomy manner.

Shang Houde still didn't come back.

click-

The black and white minute hand has traveled a full circle, embracing the clock affectionately at the last second of 1 minute.

Shang Yang stretched his joints that were stiff from sitting for a long time, took his wallet, hugged the white chrysanthemum, took paper money, incense candles, a lighter, and the letter he wrote to his mother, locked the door of the house, and barred him when he went out. got a car.

"Hi, go to the cemetery in the west of the city."

After coming out of the cemetery, Shang Yang's cell phone rang twenty times in a row.

Shang Yang just pretended he didn't hear it, he didn't want to see it or hear it, he didn't want to care about it, and he didn't want to go home.

At least today, he doesn't want to go home.

With his hands in his pockets, Shang Yang walked aimlessly along the road outside the cemetery.

On the way, I met several couples of family members who also came to sweep the grave, including children, parents and elderly people.Shang Yang only glanced at it, then walked away and continued walking in another direction.On a cloudy morning in late autumn, the chilly wind swept over, and his nose hurt from the cold while walking.

Shang Yang didn't remember how far he had traveled, but when the heat from his body was blown away, he found himself in an empty square.

He just remembered that there seemed to be a riverside park near the cemetery.

Anyway, today is a day with no destination, Shang Yang turned into the park at will.After walking a few steps along an unnamed river, he suddenly saw a familiar figure from behind.

... Li Qing?

The author has something to say:

The next update is on Friday night.

Because the data of this book is really bad (sad), I want to click on the list more, and the update needs to reduce the number of words. I can only update one to two thousand words a day, which feels too fragmented.

Therefore, it is changed to every other day for the time being.

Each chapter is about [-] to [-] words, and everyone enjoys it a bit.

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