They both wear the same soul

I didn't go to see Shang Yi, and I don't know if Xu Wanqing went or not.

During class, I opened my notebook and saw the first two sentences:

How can a turtle be cheap?Are books cheap?It can be seen that Shang Jun is shallow and short-sighted by insulting the book with a tortoise.

Zhang Jun should also regard books as treasures and cherish them.

The words that came to my face made my brain dizzy, and I couldn't understand it after thinking about it with my cultural level.

But Shang Yi should understand.

Shang Yi replied:

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Sometimes the less words you say, the more emotion you can show.Shang Yi's question mark covers everything in the universe, ranging from why she is here talking to a sour and fake jealous woman in a notebook to why Xu Wanqing made such a sudden statement.

I don't know what happened to the two of them, but I don't plan to get involved.

Xu Wanqing boldly reprimanded Shang Yi, I have no guts, ever since I found out that Shang Yi is the mistress of the boss, even if she kicked out my soul, or used my body to run naked, I have no objection.

Since I sat at the end of the classroom, the torment of class has changed from days to years to seconds to years.

I wasn't imaginative enough, and I couldn't play with my classmates, so I took out the "Three Hundred Poems of Tang Dynasty" written by the head teacher who appeared on my seat inexplicably, and there were many incomprehensible annotations on it.I always have something in the hands of the class teacher, and now he has something in my hands.

The eight skills of the king I painted are superb, and the charm of the brushwork is really unique in the world.

Turn over the big bastard, and the back is full of notes.

I dare not write.

Could it be that the head teacher is fishing here to enforce the law?As soon as I draw, he catches me.

I raised my head from the pile of not-so-thick books to look at the class teacher on the podium. He was sitting and approving homework, picking a pile of boogers, looking around, his eyes were shining.

Adults are scary.

I clipped a note in "Three Hundred Poems of the Tang Dynasty", reaching the boy in front.

The note said: This is the book that XX gave you.

So-and-so is a little girl in our class who has a crush on this boy.I have a unique eye, and I discovered the gossip early, and today I deliberately acted as a matchmaker, and incidentally planted the blame.

So they began to write notes, back and forth, eyes met, the girl smiled shyly, cut a rubber bump and hit him, he was not convinced, rubbed the tape ball and threw it away.

It was inevitable that there would be accidental injuries on the way, so the last three rows crackled and threw balls of paper, rubber bumps, and broken pencil ends, flying like snow. The head teacher looked up and came down angrily.

He picked up "Three Hundred Tang Poems" and looked at it for a while, and I laughed secretly in the corner.

"Zhang Xu, come here."

When I came out of the class teacher's office, I still couldn't get back to my senses.

The head teacher said that he wrote quite insightful notes in the book, as well as citing various classics to expand knowledge, which means, um, knowledge integration has reached a great level.He didn't expect to meet such a wonderful flower like me in his 20 years of pale and boring teaching career. He said that he had already seen that I was a modern female crouching dragon, so he took special care of me.He also said that I finally became a blockbuster this semester, and hoped that I would continue to give him more surprises, and signed up for me in the county's poetry dictation competition, which will be next Saturday.

Of course I'm not some crouching dragon.But I don't know whether this credit should be attributed to Xu Wanqing or Shang Yi. Think about it, although Shang Yi made me one of the good students in the past month, he didn't have the record of doing Zhiyan Zhai for the three hundred poems of Tang Dynasty.Most likely Xu Wanqing.

She has disturbed my life, no matter whether she is an ancient person or a modern person suffering from some fantasy disease, I have to talk to her.

Pick up the pen, I can't write the word Wan Qing at all, according to the notes she left, the writing is very ugly.

So I remembered her words.

Xu Yijiu, hello, the head teacher said you are a crouching female dragon.

I can't write Wolong either.

After being troubled for a long time, I realized that I was talking too much nonsense, and next Saturday is also the day when Xu Wanqing and Shang Yi are on duty together, which has nothing to do with me.

Still closed the notebook and put it beside the pillow, rinsed his mouth, when there was a knock on the door outside.

I opened the door, and our Chinese class representative handed me a big thick book.

"Pay with one hand and deliver with the other, 70 yuan." She was short and held her head high, stretching out her hand as if to blackmail her.

"You're crazy." I pushed the book back, "What do I want this for? Also, it's 70 yuan for a broken book, you kill me and forget it."

"It's the big dictionary you want!" She angrily threw the book on my head, "70 yuan!"

I just wanted to talk back and throw her out, but the existence of Shang Yi and Xu Wanqing made me swallow the words back.

Reluctantly, he took out 70 yuan and handed it over, hating them for increasing unnecessary expenses recklessly.

Forget it, I don’t have money and neither do they. If I’m hungry, I’ll be hungry too. I’m reduced to a barber shop to wash my hair, and they have to scratch people’s heads just like me.

My uncle said that I live a very solid life, which means that no wind or rain can break my heart, and I am open-minded like a fairy.

So when the two gods entered my body, they still wronged them. I didn't eat, drink, or entertain them, and they treated me as a flower of the motherland.

So I put the passbook left by my parents next to my pillow, reminding them to be hard and simple, seemingly silently, but almost screaming.

After thinking for a while, he put his ID card beside his pillow.

I wrote down the password, and told me to burn it after reading it, and don't put it under the pillow, so I didn't sleep well.

Sleeping until midnight, I suddenly realized that Shang Yi looked very rich.

Fortunately, I responded in time, otherwise the money would be gone.

I first burned the note and hid the passbook tightly.

But if Shang Yi is not willing to share the money with us——

I rubbed the notebook next to my pillow and saw Shang Yi's address, my spirits lifted.

If Xu Wanqing didn't go, I can go and meet her.

Maybe you can build a tile-roofed house in the village before graduating from elementary school.

It was too late, but it was too late. I packed up the package and put it in the corner of the room to check the time. Today is too late, and I will leave on Saturday the day after tomorrow.

When I woke up on Saturday, there was no extra content in the book, but Shang Yi, as a teacher, wrote me the stroke order of the three characters Xu Wanqing, and demonstrated it stroke by stroke, and I learned it in another book. It is confirmed that Shang Yi is a good person.

From the town to the county, and then to the city.

When I was a child, my parents took me to parks in the city, saw giant crocodiles, ate a marshmallow that would stick to my mouth, and got my hand muddy.

I don't know the way very well, but I am very good at asking for directions. After backing up the car several times, I finally stood under the building.

The building looks like a big crab. People say that it is a group of buildings built in imitation of the Crab Nebula. I don't quite understand it. I only found Block A after asking several cleaners. 1209 is the 12th floor. When I saw the elevator once, no one pressed the twelfth floor, so I was embarrassed to stretch out my hand, followed a group of men in suits to the fifteenth floor, and then looked for the stairs to climb down.

I brought my ID card and passbook to prove that I was not here to extort money, and I also brought my red scarf and school badge to prove that I am myself, and I am still a minor, so it is not easy to be bullied.In order to avoid Shang Yi not giving me food, I brought a bucket of braised beef noodles and a bottle of cold white water.

The door is made of glass, with unintelligible English letters written on the outside.To be honest, I still haven't figured out whether there are 26 or 24 English letters. While identifying the letters I know, I am rehearsing what I want to say in my heart.

Before knocking on the door, a girl with a baseball bat came out suddenly.

She wore dreadlocks, heavy eyeshadow, and a baseball uniform with different shoes.

"Who are you looking for?"

She saw me with a bad tone.

I shook my head nervously, trembling all over, unable to speak.

You see, the children from our village who have never seen the world are just so promising.Seeing her fierce appearance, he was cowardly, and swallowed all the shrew cursing in the rehearsal in his heart.

She was aggressive and her gaze was tight. I was quick to think, and thought for a while: "Look for the toilet."

She raised her finger, and I rushed over like a pardon, got into the toilet cubicle, and sat on the toilet seat.

There was the sound of a toilet flushing from next door.

And the phone call: "You say it again?"

"Oh, I see. Those who should be compensated will be compensated. Does the deceased have any family members? Settle down."

From under the compartment, I saw a pair of black stiletto heels moving slowly, as if planning to finish the matter in the toilet.

"The professor is here? Very good, keep going."

I couldn't help but burp.

I'm not hungry and crazy and want to eat shit, nor am I hiccupping when I'm full.

Drink too much cold water.

The voice over there paused suddenly, and continued to talk on the phone as if he had no fear.

I lifted my feet slightly, and I was invisible from under the cubicle.

As if she had waited as long as she had to give birth, she finally went out from the cubicle.

There was the sound of a door closing outside.

I still didn't dare to go out, so I simply sat cross-legged on the toilet seat, quietly, pretending that I didn't exist.

But I underestimated this woman. Not long after, a few people came up with drills, as if they were listening to me, talking to each other:

"Oh, someone must have come out after drilling."

"There is no one inside, don't worry, someone is not safe, if the drill goes down, if it is not kept properly, it will click and stab someone to death."

I flushed with a pale face to prove my existence.

"Come out." The woman's voice was soft and not fierce.

As soon as I went out, I was so scared that I went back.

Two burly men stood on the left and right with a chainsaw and electric drill, and I almost lost control.

It softened into a puddle of mud, and was dragged in front of the black high-heeled shoes by two big men.

Looked up.

Shang Yi's black hair hangs down softly, she looks down at me: "Are you here?"

I am coming?how?We know each other well?

I nodded: "Hello."

The chainsaw was idling, and I felt like I was on the guillotine. I hurriedly took out my ID card from my schoolbag and handed it over respectfully: "My name is Zhang Xu. You...you may know...me."

The sound of the chainsaw disappeared, Shang Yi raised his hand, and the girl with the baseball bat grabbed my collar and dragged me out of the women's toilet.

"Why eavesdrop?"

"I didn't, I didn't hear."

I am ready to die.

If the human heart is not enough to swallow the elephant, I shouldn't covet the dream of building a tile house.

"It's not easy to come here, let's sleep here tonight." Shang Yi pointed to a small cubicle, "Have you eaten yet, don't hiccup in the toilet, it will be misleading."

I nodded gratefully.

Standing next to the baseball girl was a white, tender, slender boy who looked like a girl. He looked like a man in a suit and leather shoes. He handed him a cup of hot water and two sandwiches.

Shang Yi glanced at me briefly, and handed over a large Chinese dictionary.

I ate with restraint, glanced at her carefully, and then looked at the dictionary, not knowing what she wanted to express.

"Why do you want to see me?" Shang Yi asked.

"do not know."

"Have you met Xu Wanqing?"

"No."

Shang Yi lost interest in me.Entering my body to experience my life made her probably see through me from the inside out.

Only Xu Wanqing is mysterious.

When I was full and continued to hiccup, the hiccups were unbearable to the baseball girl, and when she rolled her eyes at me every minute, I suddenly realized that staying overnight here meant that Xu Wanqing would confront Shang Yi head-on after waking up.

If they didn't get along well and Shang Yi didn't use my physical activity, she might order those two big men to cut me up on the spot.

It was already night to figure it out.I didn't dare to take my schoolbag anymore, so I slipped out of the house. No one was guarding me. I ran down the stairs and walked out of the gate.

But I was really too stupid and spent too much time thinking.I was in a daze, and when I walked out of the gate, I suddenly stumbled and fell straight to the door.

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Sleeping too drunk these days, I forgot to update...