Reborn 1990: I made my cannon fodder father into the richest man

Even though she knew that this incident would have an impact on No. [-] Middle School, Cao Xueping never thought about asking these students to settle the matter.

It was because of the efforts of some parents that they were unable to deal with Wan Guisheng. No. [-] Middle School had seen such a scene, and Cao Xueping had also seen it, so she could not let this matter become a minor matter.

Without the crazy support of those parents, Wan Guisheng would not have the confidence to dare to cause so many troubles again and again.

"I'll take you home first." Although Li Changhuai wanted to accompany Duan Jiajia, he had not forgotten that Cao Xueping was not only his class teacher, but also his elder.

He was still an elder who was kind to him.

Sui Jiali carefully put the note into her bag and said seriously: "Teacher Cao, don't worry, I will definitely bring the message to you!"

Li Changhuai greeted Duan Jiajia and sent Cao Xueping back first.

The few remaining people stood on the roadside and looked at each other, and finally let out a long sigh.

As students who had been beaten and scolded by Wan Guisheng, Yang Zhihua and Wen Qi could not help but feel sad when they heard about the child.

Because they have experienced it, they can better imagine how desperate that child was at that time.

The group of people separated at the intersection, and Yang Zhihua's family moved to the city. They originally stayed in Yuankang County for Yang Zhihua.Now that Yang Zhihua is going to college, Yang Zhihua's dance teacher was also depressed because he was ridiculed by his old friends for having his opportunity robbed, so he was taken away to the city by Yang Zhihua's parents.

This was also the promise made by the Yang family to the elderly back then.

The other party taught Yang Zhihua, and Yang Zhihua became a disciple. From now on, he will support the old man as his own elder.

Apprenticeship is still a formal apprenticeship ceremony.

The elders in Yang Zhihua's family all know this.

Wen Qi rented a house in the city for a short period of time and worked in the city during the winter vacation. When the Lantern Festival passed, Wen Qi would go back to Shanghai.After all, renting a house in Huashui City is much cheaper than that in Shanghai.

When Duan Jiajia returned home, she couldn't help but sigh when she thought of the child Li Changhuai was talking about.

Her father hasn't come back yet, and her uncle is sleeping in the room.

Duan Jiajia moved gently, and then slowly let go after going upstairs.

He took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack nearby, turned around and threw himself on the bed, sighing again.

There are thousands of students now, and in a dozen years there will be schools to combat Internet addiction. This kind of thing happens one after another.After all, some parents still don't want to take care of their children and put all the responsibility for educating their children on the school, hoping that the school can "transform" their children.

Not only for study, but also for many inexplicable reasons.

Duan Jiajia had seen an interview in her previous life. The interview was tightly covered, and the back was blurred and the shoulders were hunched.

The little boy said that he just didn't like yelling or exercising. He just liked reading books, basking in the sun, and making clothes for dolls.Just for this reason, the boy's parents sent him to a school.

It's called making him a man again.

When will these parents find out?Every child has his or her own unique personality.

They are not programmed.

Boys can play with dolls, and girls can practice boxing.

These things are never exclusive to one gender.

I hope Wang Guisheng can be punished by law.

I just don't know what will happen to that little boy.

In the following days, Duan Jiajiake became busy.In addition to revising the script and saving it, Duan Jiajia also went shopping in the city with Sui Jiali and Pang Meimei for several days.

The most purchased ones were for Sui Jiali.

The place where she trained was in a suburban village. Not only was the transportation inconvenient, but it was also inconvenient to buy many things.

Painting supplies are easy to buy, but the prices in studios are a bit more expensive than outside.

"You don't know, the white paint in the big can is [-] cents more expensive in the studio than outside! It's [-] cents!" Sui Jiali stretched out five fingers. There were bags of paint at her feet. Even Duan Jiajia and There were also some at Pang Meimei's feet, and the bag she brought also contained a lot of pencils and two sets of gouache.

Duan Jiajia was still wearing the same clothes as on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Pang Meimei was very excited when she came out today. She pulled Duan Jiajia around for several times and said that she would make a similar set in the future.

Of course Duan Jiajia agreed and said she would give Pang Meimei a set.

The most mentioned thing after that was Sui Jiali’s life in the studio.

What Sui Jiali bought the most this time was white paint. She would rather be tired on the road and carry it to the studio than be a slaughtered goose in the studio.

"There is a magic man in our studio." Sui Jiali said, holding up the paints: "He can mix colors by himself. As long as you give him the three primary colors and white, he can mix them almost exactly. But we did the math, except for a few It’s a rarely used paint, and the way he uses it, he spends more money on the paint than we do.”

Pang Meimei listened all the way and received a sketch drawn by Sui Jiali.

While sitting on the roadside to rest, I couldn't help but ask: "Lili, have you ever met such a handsome boy with artistic temperament in the studio?"

Duan Jiajia also looked over curiously.

Teenage girls, in addition to discussing studies, will of course also talk about such erotic topics.

Sui Jiali really thought about it, and finally curled her lips and shook her head: "Who do you think can be more handsome than Li Changhuai? There are few who are better-looking than Zhao Fengyang. I have seen good-looking ones, the ones in our studio... forget it! "

Sui Jiali's hand hurt from being strangled by a plastic bag. She should have listened to her mother and carried a big schoolbag.

"Let me tell you, if there are people who want to study painting in the future and want to pursue you, you must take a look. Some people dress up like five or six people outside, and when they get to the studio, they look as slovenly as if they had just returned from a famine. I There are two extremes in the studio. Aren't we in the countryside? It's not that convenient to wash your hair and take a bath. One has long hair, and the other has shaved it off. The one with long hair, if his hair is oily, tie it into a small braid and wear a Knitted hat. I heard someone in his dormitory say that once he took off the rubber band, his hair stood straight up and couldn't fall down at all. When he washed his hair, a basin of water turned it into muddy water!"

"what--"

"Bang!"

Duan Jiajia and Pang Meimei both looked unbearable.

Sui Jiali continued: "It's easy for the bald guy. When washing his face, he puts a towel on his head and everything is fine! It's just that the weather is cold, so he can't do it without a hat. Otherwise, when the wind blows, his scalp will be so cold that it will crack. of."

Duan Jiajia patted her chest, raised her hands and said, "I can accept a bald head more than having my hair stand up!"

"So! If you go to other places and see boys like this in the future, you should pay more attention. But these two are also extreme examples. There are still many normal boys in the studio. The master of color mixing is a mysophobia, but he is very good at painting. , our teacher really likes it! I love my disciples!"