Lao Gong is a crybaby

"..." He suspected that he was hallucinating, looking at the big boy who was a little taller than him, he couldn't recover for a long time.

Yang Ju got impatient with the wait, "Can you recite it? If you don't recite it, then leave me alone." As he spoke, he wanted to sit down again.

"Back back!" Can't he admit it?For the sake of being a teacher, he can really be regarded as a fairy tale through the ages.

He lowered his body, turned his head and said to the people behind him, "Come on."

Yang Jue chuckled twice, lay on his back unceremoniously, Luo Dawei held his two strong legs, and stood up tremblingly.

Complained: "It's really heavy, eat less."

Luo Dawei's back is broad and warm, he can lie comfortably on his back, it must be more than ten years, and he hasn't been carried on his back for more than ten years.

"Teacher, are you single?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

"Only single people have the leisure to take care of others and bring them home."

"..." Isn't he sad?Everyone has the leisure to make fun of him.

"Are you dozens of years old? Why are you still single?"

Luo Dawei almost didn't bring it up in one breath, how old are you?Does anyone ask someone's age like that?

"I'm only thirty, thank you!"

"Thirty is not too young. Normally, children should be able to make soy sauce."

"..." He also wanted to know why he was still single, but what did it have to do with him, a kid who was a round younger than him?

"By the way, what's your name?"

Luo Dawei wanted to look up at the sky, but he couldn't lift his head because of his neck.

"Luo Dawei..."

"Yang Gun." On the street, Yang Jingcheng and An Ruofei both appeared.

Luo Dawei was dumbfounded, how did they find him?He didn't even have time for them to say they found someone.

Yang Jingcheng looked at the two of them, and said in a worried tone, "What's the matter with you? Why do you let the teacher carry you on the back of such a big man?" He obviously wanted to care, but when he said it, it made people feel that he was blaming him.

Anger sprang up in Yang Ju's heart, and he casually said in front of several people: "Mr. Luo, if only you were my father."

Luo Dawei: "..." I didn't learn how to deal with this situation when I was taking the teaching qualification test.

Yang Jingcheng was furious and clenched his fists tightly. An Ruofei reached out and grabbed the cold fist on the side of his leg, "Mr. Luo, I'll leave the gun to you."

Luo Dawei caught a glimpse of the hands of the two tightly connected, understood everything, and nodded, "Don't worry, I will send him back to school safely."

Yang Ju interjected, "Didn't you say to go to your house?"

The two looked at him with inexplicable eyes, Luo Dawei suddenly felt dizzy, this kid!Really give him trouble!They shouldn't misunderstand what he thinks about his students?

"Hehe...The school is also closed at this time. He injured his knee and has to deal with the wound. It's late, so let him go to my house to rest for a night, and we will go back to school together during class tomorrow morning."

Yang Jingcheng said coldly, "Go back to your mother, I'll drive you off."

An Ruofei hastily squeezed his hand hard, saying these words should not be done now, it will only make the relationship between father and son worse, and the teacher will be very embarrassed.

Luo Dawei really couldn't listen anymore, "Mr. Yang, I don't know why you are angry? If it is because of what Yang Ju said just now, you should check yourself before you get angry. How much harm did the child suffer before you are here?" Saying such heartbreaking words in front of my own father."

Yang Jue hugged him tightly and did not let go. Luo Dawei felt the grief that reached his heart, and sighed, "Yang Juan will still live with me. I am his teacher. I will not trouble him, nor will I hurt him."

He didn't expect that such a humble and gentle person would have such courage when facing a person like Yang Jingcheng who makes people feel oppressed just by looking at his face.

I thought Luo Dawei was a person who only catered to others.

Not intending to face Yang Jingcheng's next reaction, he turned around and walked towards the car parked in front of him with Yang Jingcheng on his back.

Looking at the backs of the two, Yang Jingcheng suddenly felt a pain in his heart, he closed his eyes tiredly, An Ruofei supported his shoulders, and said sadly: "Brother Cheng, let's go back."

Luo Dawei suddenly worried, "Will your dad go to school to complain about me?"

"Complain to you?" Yang Jue smiled, "If he wants to mess with you, you won't have to go to work tomorrow."

He was shocked, "Your father is so good? I have only been a teacher for a year now... Sigh..."

Yang Gun lost, "Regret?"

"It's too late to regret it." He stopped in front of the car, "Student Yang, can you stand still for half a minute?"

Yang Ju got down from him, nothing happened, Luo Dawei glanced at his knee, "Does it hurt anymore?"

"It hurts! Open the door quickly."

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and opened the co-pilot's door, "Sit in the front, be more spacious, and spread your legs wider."

Yang Ju looked at his shabby and cramped car, and shook his head. He said that he would never be a teacher in the future, and he had no way to "money".

Luo Dawei took this opportunity to enlighten him as the car shuttled between the congested city roads.

"It can be seen that your father still cares about you. There is no deep hatred between father and son. There are adults who have nothing to do. Some things cannot be forced."

Yang Gun replied angrily, "What do you know?"

Luo Dawei felt aggrieved, he was kind enough to treat him like a donkey.

"Okay, that's right! Call your mother quickly, she is still looking for you everywhere."

He looked out the window, "The phone was thrown into the sea."

"..." This temper is really... "Use mine to call, I saved your mother's number."

Yang Jue took the mobile phone from him, flipped through the phone book, and read: "Mr. Lin, Mr. Li, Mr. Gu, Mr. Hu, Mr. Chen."

Looking at the long line of various teachers, I couldn't help but be speechless, "Apart from teaching, is there anything else in your life?"

Finally, the finger touched a different one—Sang Ran.

Feeling a little jealous for no reason, "What are you doing calling Sangran when you have nothing to do?" Why is he everywhere?

Luo Dawei baffled his question, "He is my student, can't I save his number?"

Without saying a word, Yang Ju deleted Sang Ran's number from his phone, and was entering his own number when he suddenly remembered that he had thrown away his phone...

The car stopped slowly on the side of the road. Luo Dawei unbuckled his seat belt and told him, "Wait for me in the car and come back after shopping."

Yang Gun silently watched him get out of the car, and then called Su Yan again.

"Hey! Teacher Luo, have you found the little gun?" Her voice sounded weak, and she must have traveled a lot.

Yang Juan replied in a deep voice, "It's me."

"Little gun? Where did you go? Do you want to kill me? Where's your phone?"

"I don't know where I dropped my phone. I'm with Mr. Luo. You should go back early."

"You have to admit your mistakes to your teacher, you are not sensible! It's so late at night that the teacher is looking for you everywhere."

He was irritable, "I know, hang up."

"Sir, do you want to order a cake? The ones in the window are just individual samples, and we can customize them individually according to your needs."

Luo Dawei smiled, "It's too late to order now, how big should I buy for two people? You can just pick one for me."

Two people?The clerk girl packed one according to her own understanding and gave it to him.

Say goodbye to him with a smile, "Sir, go slowly, welcome to visit next time."

The car body shook for a while, Luo Dawei sat in and put the cake on Yang Jue's lap, "Hold it so that you don't knock it."

Yang Jue's heart skipped a beat suddenly, the blood in his body was boiling, he swallowed his throat, and said nervously: "Why are you buying cakes?"

Luo Dawei started the car, looked at the road conditions in the rearview mirror, and said calmly, "Isn't today your birthday?"

"Thank you..." It's been a long time since I said these two words, and I feel a bit awkward.

Luo Dawei smiled in relief, "You're welcome."

The car drove into a community near Cuihua Middle School, and Yang Juan followed him quietly, the surroundings were silent, and there were few houses with lights on.

The elevator stopped on the tenth floor. This place is not as high-end as Jinyuan Community, but it is pretty good for him to be able to buy such a house at such a young age.

"You bought the house yourself?"

"Ah."

"Is the salary of a teacher so high?"

Luo Dawei smiled and said, "I used to work in engineering and saved some money."

"Then why do you want to come here to be a teacher?"

He twisted the key with no fluctuations in his expression. "The original intention was to take care of the family. Later, I thought it would be nice to be a teacher. Isn't it a sense of accomplishment to guide you lost lambs back to the right path?"

"come in."

His house doesn't have any exquisite decoration, and you can basically see everything at a glance, which is really pitiful, and there is only one three-seater sofa.

Yang Juan put the cake on the coffee table, "Where do I live?" He really doubted whether there was any habitat for him in this empty house.

He led the people to open the empty room that he hadn't been in for some time, "You live here..." As the door was pushed open, there was a burst of dust.

Yang Ju covered his mouth and nose, Luo Dawei silently closed the door again, and said embarrassingly, "You can sleep in my room..."

"how about you?"

"The bed is quite big, we should be able to squeeze in." He couldn't be allowed to sleep on the sofa at his own home, it wasn't any difference between men and women, and he didn't want to make do with such a miserable night on the sofa.

"All right." Yang Gun had no objection.

The two turned around and went to his bedroom again, and found a set of pajamas for Yang Juan, "Take off the wet clothes on your body first, and I'll find out if there is any medicine for your wound."

Yang Ju didn't know how he should be feeling now, his biological father ignored him, but a teacher who had never met twice cared for him.

If this is not absurd, what is it?

He changed his clothes with mixed feelings, Luo Dawei came in with a basin, sat next to him and bent over to roll up his trouser legs to his knees, and finally saw a large wound with a large piece of skin torn, and the flesh and blood were still stuck to fabric fibers. It made his teeth ache.

"The fall was so hard..." He reached out to scoop up a handful of water, "endure it yourself." After speaking, he poured water on it and washed the wound.

Yang Ju really didn't say a word, what is this little pain to him?