Wang Fugui's Counterattack

58.

The sun is shining today, and the birds are in pairs on the trees, but my heart is full of shadows (haze), because my math grades came out today.

I got a full 60 points in the exam!

I'm glad I finally passed, but I know that my mother's nasty shrew won't be satisfied.

Teacher's comment: Passed 90 points in high school mathematics.

I was dejected and walking down the street holding my brightly colored test paper, melancholy welling up in my heart. Suddenly, I saw my mother—that middle-aged beautiful woman in a floral skirt leading a man out of the mall!

I have mixed feelings in my heart, and I have mixed feelings. Could it be... Could it be... Could it be that my father is someone else?I stuffed the paper into my schoolbag and followed silently, weeping all the way.

Why is my life so complicated, why is my fate so rough, and why is my future so dark!

I wiped off the mottled tears on my face, the sun was shining on my face, it was so warm, and the shadows of the whirling trees were rippling on the ground, so beautiful, my father was kind and gentle, and the top of his head was green, so environmentally friendly!

I cheered myself up, Wang Fugui, come on!No problem, you can do it!

I stepped forward, and my mother finally saw me, showing a surprised look, she opened her mouth and stammered: "You, why are you here?"

With tears in my eyes, I smiled and said, "Mother, is this my real father?"

My mother was shocked and looked at my biological father, her mouth was open and she couldn't speak.My biological father looked confused, as if he didn't know the existence of my son.

My mother, a vicious woman, she deceived three men at the same time, my green father, my real father, and me!How could she be so cruel!

I couldn't help but sang loudly to my mother: "You are so poisonous, you are so poisonous, you are so poisonous~"

My mother's fair face, like a 20-year-old young girl, turned red. Only I know the true face of this woman. She is already forty!

My mother raised her hand high, and this time, I didn't back down. I met her slap with awe-inspiring duty and generosity, and said: "Mother, don't hit me, I was wrong!"

She tightened her delicate eyebrows, put down her hands, and said, "Are you sick?"

I covered my chest and looked sad: "Isn't it? My heart disease is you, mother. Why did you give me such a miserable life?"

My biological father looked at me, hesitatingly, as if he was really pecking (deliberating) whether to say it or not, so I hurriedly said to him: "Dad, you can say whatever you want, although our father and son have no feelings, but this I support you in this matter!"

My biological father finally plucked up the courage: "Nephew, how old are your eyes?"

I took out my glasses from my schoolbag, and the blurry world became clear, "Ah, uncle, it turned out to be you."

59.

After reading this 800-word essay, I felt that I couldn't be better. The plot has ups and downs, what a dramatic ending, and what a great story.

The students in the audience all looked at me very strangely, I shook my head, you ordinary people, you don't understand me, I don't blame you.

As long as there is one person who understands me, that's enough. I looked at Yan Qiuchi tenderly. Yan Qiuchi was lying on the table, shrugging his shoulders.

"..."

I didn't know what to say for a moment, and my heart was infinitely sad. Finding someone who understands me is so difficult.

Is there no one in this world who understands me!

I looked at the Chinese teacher expectantly. He had a calm face, and he didn't look like my bosom friend.Oh, what a disappointing world, there is no one who understands me!

"Everyone, let's comment on classmate Wang Fugui's composition, Yan Qiuchi, you come first." The Chinese teacher said in a deep voice.

I pursed my lips and looked at Yan Qiuchi, whether the flower of love withers or not depends on what he said.

Yan Qiuchi stood up with a very serious expression, he couldn't tell at all that it was him who was laughing out of breath just now, he said: "Well, the plot is ups and downs, rich in content, well, it's written...um..."

It seems that Yan Qiuchi and I are still like-minded couple.

I love him.

The Chinese teacher waved him to sit down, glanced at me leisurely, and said, "Yan Qiuchi, sit down, don't force yourself."

I:"?"

Why does this Mediterranean language teacher always provoke my relationship with Yan Qiuchi? Also, why does he speak so kindly to Yan Qiuchi, and is as cold as winter to me? Is he jealous of my beauty and talent?Does he have a crush on Yan Qiuchi?

The Chinese teacher asked me to go back to my seat, and I glared at Yan Qiuchi next to me, blaming this flamboyant and flamboyant man.

I looked at the Ferris wheel in front of me and sighed again. The benefits in the current campus world are really good, and love at public expense is really coming to an end.Except for one bad thing, the Internet police will catch you if you don't even kiss.

Holding a pink ice cream, I feel like the heroine of a romance novel. My heart can't help but flutter. After all, who doesn't want to be the heroine of a romance novel?

"husband!"

Yan Qiuchi's eyes widened in an instant, his thin lips parted slightly, and he looked at me dully. The ice cream in his hand fell to the ground, and I looked at the puddle on the ground with a bit of distress. How long has he saved up?

I generously held out my ice cream in front of him, "Eat mine."

He hesitated, "What did you call me just now?"

I blinked innocently, "I call you husband!"

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he touched my forehead, "You..."

I stuffed the ice cream into his mouth, and said dissatisfiedly, "You're just sick, eat it, give it to me, won't it stop your mouth!"

He took a sip of the ice cream, his eyes shone brightly and slightly bent, and my face started to feel hot again.

I sat side by side with him in the small Ferris wheel cabin, and I could feel his gaze on me. I turned my face away and looked out the window. There were dense figures shrinking down below. My hand suddenly Touched by something.

My face turned red all of a sudden, Yan Qiuchi is too good at it, I touched him and held him together, his hand is so...huh?cold?

I turned my head to look, and I was holding the ice cream in his hand. My hand was sticky and messy. My scalp felt numb all of a sudden. I breathed and breathed again, suppressing my emotions, and said, "You are at this time Shouldn't you hold my hand? Do you eat ice cream? Is ice cream as good as mine?"

Yan Qiuchi looked at the crumbling ice cream in his hand, took out a wet towel and wiped my hands carefully in silence, his movements were so proficient, as if he had done it countless times.

"Not as good as you."

His face suddenly approached, I tremblingly closed my eyes, the soft touch pressed against my face, and my neck felt delicate warmth.

Yan Qiuchi really knows how to do it.