do not move!This is my daughter-in-law

Good luck and bad luck in a person's life are probably relative. Qin Moru didn't really believe in this point of view before, but after going through so many things, he suddenly believed in it.

She was hit on the head by Guo Zhuang, but she managed to throw herself into Teacher Ai's arms and get a kiss.

She took Teacher Ai to watch the stars on the mountain. It was a night that was very warm in her heart even though she was always surrounded by cold wind.

But being warm in her heart doesn't mean she's fine physically. After she got home and slept for nothing, she really caught a very bitter cold.

When Qin Moru woke up in the morning, he rummaged through the cabinet while sneezing, found a box of cold medicine, and took it with warm water.

There seems to be nothing wrong with the throat, but the speech is a little nasal, and it sounds like just finished crying.

Qin Moru suddenly recalled the scene of her crying in Teacher Ai's arms when she was very hopeless.

In the future, it’s better to bring a hole with you whenever you go out, and if it doesn’t work, just stick it in quickly.Qin Moru sighed helplessly.

She ate some breakfast downstairs at a restaurant called Ergu Steamed Buns but the owner was an uncle. While eating, she wondered why the restaurant didn't change its name to Erdaye.

But she thought about it carefully again, if this shop was called Er Da Ye, then she probably wouldn't even go in, and wanted to laugh after thinking about it, just like eating Xuan Mai, she couldn't stop for a long time.

The person at the next table glanced at her, with a little confusion in his eyes, but more of contempt and sympathy for a mentally ill patient.

Qin Moru gave a dry cough, and pinched his thigh vigorously to stop the laughter.

When she was almost halfway through eating, the second uncle who was standing behind the counter suddenly stood up, staring straight at her behind and walking out.

Those who don't know may think that someone played a soul song outside to hook his soul away.

Qin Moru looked in the direction the boss left, and saw an unkempt middle-aged beggar squatting at the door, holding a broken bowl in his hand.

"Get out! Go!" The second uncle went up and kicked him with great strength. The beggar took a few steps back and plopped down on the ground.

Qin Moru frowned.

"Give me some, I haven't eaten for several days..." The beggar sat on the ground for a while, and when he saw that the boss was about to turn around and go back, he quickly struggled to get up and grabbed his trousers.

The boss clicked his tongue, and picked up the broom in the corner with some irritability.

Qin Moru stood up abruptly from his seat, took a few steps forward and grabbed the second uncle's raised wrist.

"What are you doing?" The second uncle turned his head and looked at Qin Moru with displeasure in his eyes.

"No reason." Qin Moru replied, snatched the broom from the boss and threw it back to the corner, then she took out the wallet from her pocket under the eyes of everyone.

"Here." Qin Moru knelt down, smiled at the beggar, and handed over a brand new Grandpa Mao.

"Uh..." The beggar stared at the brand-new bill in a daze, and lingered in the air for a while with trembling hands, but did not dare to accept it.

Qin Moru sighed, and put the money into his palm: "Don't worry, it's real money. I didn't use it for entertainment. It's cold, so I bought something warm to eat myself."

"Oh, oh." The beggar nodded, holding the money tightly in his palm.

"Let's go quickly." Qin Moru smiled at him.

The beggar let out a hum, and stood up from the ground, holding the money tightly in one hand and holding his broken bowl in the other, and slowly disappeared from people's sight.

"You are really generous." The boss stood aside and gave her a strange look.

"Pay the bill." Qin Moru ignored him, turned around and pointed to the table he was sitting on just now, "How much is a bowl of porridge for two buns?"

"Five dollars," said the boss.

Qin Moru took a five-yuan note from his wallet and handed it to the boss.

When she walked back to get her schoolbag, Qin Moru could clearly feel that many people were looking at her, but there was no kindness in their eyes.

Sarcasm, ridicule, and mixed emotions of envy and jealousy.

Qin Moru was silent for a moment, and stared back at the most enthusiastic direction. Seeing Qin Moru suddenly turned his head, the man was obviously taken aback, curled his lips and lowered his head, and muttered, "You can really pretend."

"You can pretend too." Qin Moru turned his head and said to her when he was walking out with his schoolbag, "Next time we see something like this, you can give me a thousand."

The man glared at her, picked up the bowl and drank two mouthfuls of soup.

Qin Moru snorted coldly, and walked out of the second uncle's shop with his schoolbag.

Very unhappy, the feeling of irritability was clamoring all over the body.

She knew that society was indifferent, but she never thought that even giving alms to beggars would be ridiculed for a long time.

It seems that a harmonious society is very far away, and there is a tendency to develop in another direction.

Qin Moru shook his head, then sighed softly.

……

It was afternoon when Ai Qiao received the notice from the school. She was yawning and suddenly woke up, holding her mobile phone and raising the corners of her mouth.

Notice about the New Year's Eve party.

It is now the middle of December, and there are still more than ten days before New Year's Day. As a school that promotes the morality, intelligence, physical and aesthetics of students at the same time, it is natural to work hard on this New Year's Day.

The location was set at the school's auditorium. It is said that there will be leaders from superiors coming to visit this time, so when the notice was sent out, the decorations had already been made as soon as possible.

"Hey, Teacher Ai, your class is so good, there must be a lot of people reporting for the show, right?" The teacher sitting next to her raised her head and asked her.

"Last year, there were a few singers, and Xueba's guitar performance." Ai Qiao smiled.

"Is that Qin Moru in your class?" The teacher sighed, "Why don't I meet such a good student?"

"As long as you are willing to dig, there will definitely be." Ai Qiao smiled.

"What did you find out? I was in a bad class. It's okay to get bad grades. There are almost no talented people. Last time on New Year's Day, I was forced to get in. A lot of men went on the stage to sing "Little Stars..." ...Fortunately, I was rejected in the preliminary round, or I would have to throw this face at my grandma's house." The teacher scratched his hair in distress.

Ai Qiao couldn't hold back, and accidentally laughed out loud.

Such things as reporting programs are usually done with the help of the art committee. As an excellent worker who is unswervingly holding this position in junior high school, the art committee has naturally smelled the atmosphere of the party in advance.

Before Ai Qiao assigned the task, she had already approached the door on her own initiative.

"Teacher Ai, is our school going to hold a New Year's Eve party again?" The ponytailed art committee member had a warm smile on his face.

"Yes." Ai Qiao nodded, and showed her the news again, "You can go to the class and talk about it later, and see if anyone wants to participate."

"Okay~" The literary and art committee member nodded and ran away happily.

Ai Qiao stared at her back for a while, then turned around and turned on the computer with a smile.

There is a folder on the desktop that she has never been willing to delete. There are a few videos in it. During the New Year’s Eve party last year, the squad leader secretly recorded it with his mobile phone. Hear the squad leader's deafening cheers.

But Ai Qiao still thinks these videos are very precious, symbolizing the results of her students' hard work. Whenever she clicks to watch, the immature smiling faces of the students always make her feel warm in her heart.

But one of them was an exception. Ai Qiao smiled, picked up the headset equipped on the computer, put it on her head, and clicked on the video.

The first thing that came to my ears was the screams, all kinds of screams, male and female, loud and soft... oh wow, it was a big piece, and it brought Ai Qiao back to that night in an instant.

It was as if she was standing under the stage at this very moment, looking through the crowd, and focused on the person on the stage seriously.

Standing on the stage was a girl with shoulder-length short hair, probably because she was going to perform today and was afraid that it would affect her performance. Those beautiful short hair were casually pulled behind her head, and only a few strands of hair were hanging down gently. Down, looking handsome and sexy.

There was a slightly impatient expression on the girl's face, but she didn't look annoying at all, but rather cool, making it even more difficult to take your eyes off her face.

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity." The girl took the microphone to test the sound, and then raised a smile and said to the group of fan girls and fans below, "You have the right to choose, what do you want to hear?"

As soon as the words fell, the scene instantly boiled.

"You can really pretend." Two voices rang in her ears, and Ai Qiao identified them, and easily recognized one of them as the squad leader.

As for the other voice, no matter how it sounds, it feels like the voice of the party performing on stage.

Thinking of this, Ai Qiao immediately turned her head and glanced behind her. Qin Moru was standing behind her, with one hand resting on the back of the chair in a very ambiguous posture, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Why are you here?" Ai Qiao was a little embarrassed, and inexplicably felt a feeling of being caught for doing something bad.

"Come and see what the teacher is doing." Qin Moru said, picked up the mouse and pulled the progress bar back, "Isn't this the video of my performance last year, the teacher is watching."

"Looking back, you sang pretty well at the time." Ai Qiao smiled.

"Oh, that's it." Qin Moru nodded, "I think I was pretty good at putting on a show at that time."

Ai Qiao smiled and patted the back of Qin Moru's hand.

"So, I just came here to ask Teacher Ai, this year's New Year's Eve party, this forces me to continue pretending." Qin Moru said, slightly curling the corners of his mouth.

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