Pretend to die

Half an hour later, Fu Bingying discovered the key.

"I don't think you have a bad foundation. You have no problems with grammar changes and tenses, but your vocabulary is too small."

"I know."

"Why don't you recite words?"

"I recited it," said Su Zheng, "I recited it and then forgot, can you blame me!"

"How is it possible, how can I not forget so quickly after doing English questions every day."

"Really, I just can't remember."

Fu Bingying has two ways to memorize words by himself, one is to memorize the words of the same family based on the root, and the other is to spell directly according to the phonetic symbols.

Su Zheng also knows this well-known method, but he just can't remember it, and argues with reason: "These things have no logic at all."

Fu Bingying couldn't see that he was confident and confident even though he couldn't speak well, and wanted to pour cold water on him to see his grievances. He said, "Well, I will make a plan for you. You follow my plan strictly. It is impossible not to forget it." live."

How many years have passed since college, and Su Zheng has long forgotten the English words he used in his third year of high school. For him, memorizing an English word is as painful as eating a bitter gourd. Besides, his purpose in coming to this world is different. It's not about being admitted to a key high school, and I don't want to take it seriously at all.

"It's up to you, I'm sure I won't remember it anyway,"

Fu Bingying was unhappy seeing his rascal appearance, and wanted to punish him: "We'll start now."

His method is based on the Ebbinghaus memory curve, with seven days as a unit, 120 words per day as a group, and each group is rolled seven times, which means that Su Zheng has to memorize [-] new words every day and review [-] old words at the same time. word.

"Circle the wrong word separately, and dictate it separately later."

In this way, two hours of tutoring time passed easily.

"It's eight o'clock, let's go."

Fu Bingying took a deep look at him, not angry at all: "Next time I come, I will continue to conduct spot checks."

"I know, I know!"

Su Zheng sent Fu Bingying out, just in time to meet grandma coming back head-on.

"Ms. Fu is leaving?" Grandma blushed, and there was a person behind her.

At first, Fu Bingying thought it was Su Zheng's grandfather, but then he saw Su Zheng's face obviously sinking, and the word "step-grandpa" popped up in an instant.

As if she didn't see her grandson's stinky face, grandma enthusiastically invited the old man behind her into the house, and introduced to Fu Bingying: "Mr. Fu, this is Lao Xia. It turns out that our art troupe is engaged in stage design and graduated from Y University." , the school opposite your school."

Lao Xia was modest, and said: "Where, the students from Y University branch school can't compare with serious college students."

Fu Bingying didn't know what to say, he was more concerned about Su Zheng's gloomy and dripping expression.

"Zhengzheng, say hello to Grandpa Xia." Grandma wanted to hold his hand, but Su Zheng dodged it.

"I'll take the teacher downstairs."

"Oh, go ahead, the third floor is broken down, remember to bring a flashlight."

Su Zheng ignored her, pushed Fu Bingying's waist, and urged him, "Hurry up and change your shoes."

The stairs were very narrow, and the two of them walked in silence, nothing but silence.

When he reached the first floor, Fu Bingying was worried that he would wander around at night with such a small body, and said, "Go up, I know the way."

Su Zheng shook his head, now pretending to be polite: "I'll take you to the gate."

Fu Bingying didn't say yes or no, so he let Su Zheng follow. In fact, he hoped that Su Zheng would tell him something. He was always curious about Su Zheng's affairs, especially when facing Su Zheng when he was a child. Knowing that the inner core has not changed—but it feels more pure, whether it is body or mind, and thus even the hatred is weakened a lot.

...Wait, Fu Bingying suddenly realized one thing, he came to kill Su Zheng, why did he really teach him English for two hours.

He froze for a moment, and Su Zheng bumped into his back.

"Why? Why don't you leave?"

Fu Bingying didn't turn around, he was a little flustered, he really didn't want to see Su Zheng's face at this moment.

"Don't send it away, I'm leaving."

"It was agreed to deliver to the door."

"No need." Fu Bingying's tone became stiff, and Su Zheng felt his resistance, so he could only say bitterly, "Okay, goodbye."

As soon as Su Zheng said goodbye, he turned around and walked back. Fu Bingying wanted to pull him back as if he was a cheapskate, but he finally held back and walked quickly to the gate.

Once out of the gate, it seemed as if a barrier had been formed, and even the smell of the air changed.

Looking back, Fu Bingying saw that there were only a few scattered street lights in the old community, and the sound insulation of the residential buildings was not good. Whoever was arguing next door could hear clearly.

The gate was stretched and raised, and it seemed to be a besieged city. He wanted to rush in and fully participate in everything about Su Zheng, but also wanted to escape, so as not to disturb his hatred with unnecessary emotions.

"Hey! Why are you standing on the road!" An electric frequency car almost ran into it.

Fu Bingying suddenly regained consciousness, turned around resolutely, and left everything behind.

At noon the next day, he received another call from Grandma Su Zheng. The old lady's tone on the other end of the phone was full of energy, as if the awkward atmosphere yesterday was his illusion.

"Is it okay to come at 07:30 today? It's still two hours."

"okay, I get it."

Fu Bingying had been thinking about this all afternoon, so he arrived half an hour earlier. He didn't want to go too early, and he didn't want to appear too urgent, so he found a stone chair in the fitness area of ​​the old community and sat down.

It was half dark at seven o'clock, and some old ladies and grandfathers who ate early started walking and exercising with the radio on, and there was an endless stream of people coming to the fitness equipment area.

There are more and more old people, and some children are also running around chasing them.

Fu Bingying was about to leave, so he found a quieter place to wait, when he got up, he heard two old ladies gossiping in disdainful tones while pulling the sling back to back.

"...Yeah, I took Lao Xia home at night..."

"Lao Xia is not a good person either, he likes to drink."

"A widower and a widow make a good match."

"Her daughter looks like this too, committing crimes..."

"Zhengzheng is really pitiful. I heard that he has good grades in school..."

"Hey, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. My grandson said that his grandson played with gangsters at school..."

Fu Bingying frowned. He didn't expect that this kind of private matter would be judged by others. In the environment he grew up in, everyone had a very clear definition of privacy, and even the nanny at home would not talk about others casually. .

Time is running out.

Fu Bingying hurried to 501, and could smell the strong smell of food while still in the stairway.

Knock on the door, but it was Lao Xia who opened the door.

"Are you here to teach Zhengzheng?"

Fu Bingying nodded.

Lao Xia looks gentle and gentle, with the silhouette of a vest under his white shirt, and his thinning hair combed brightly, he looks like an old Shanghai Keller, very different from those grandpas in Beijing who walk birds and play chess.

After Fu Bingying changed his shoes, Grandma Su Zheng also came out wearing an apron, and greeted him warmly: "Mr. Fu, do you like eating yellow-bone fish?"

"Where's Su Zheng?"

"I'm writing questions in the room," grandma said, "it's rare to work so hard. It's all thanks to you, Mr. Fu. I'll be ready in a while. Please go and ask Zhengzheng to come out for dinner." After finishing speaking, she turned back out of the kitchen.

Fu Bingying had no choice but to knock on Su Zheng's door.

"Su Zheng, come out to eat."

"No need." A muffled voice came from the room: "I'm not hungry."

The atmosphere outside the door is in full swing, while the situation inside the door is like an ice cave.

Fu Bingying sighed softly, knocked on the door again, and whispered, "I don't want to eat either, you let me in."

After a while, Su Zheng opened the door, with his head down, listless.

"hurry up."

He obviously came to be a tutor, but he seemed like a thief.

Fu Bingying said to Lao Xia: "Thank you, Grandma Su, for your kindness. I won't eat it either."

Lao Xia was a little embarrassed, his eyes carefully avoiding Su Zheng: "...don't eat? Let's eat a little."

Su Zheng pulled Fu Bingying into the room and closed the door with a bang.He was small, but he used all his strength in that blow. Fu Bingying lost his footing and fell over, but Su Zheng almost fell down.