Pearl he cried again

The three of them left the office after receiving the bonus. Song Qianqian had to go to the bathroom, said hello to Han Mingzhu, and ran away first.

Han Mingzhu and Jiang Han walked inside the office building with some embarrassment.

To be honest, before meeting Jiang Han, Han Mingzhu always felt that she was someone who would never stand in the cold, but after meeting Jiang Han, Han Mingzhu had doubts about her ability.

The main reason is that Jiang Han, the cool guy, seems to be a bit reckless...

It's pretty good on its own though.

After leaving the office building, the two still walked towards the teaching building together.

As soon as he entered the teaching building, he heard Jiang Han say, "The sugar is already given to your sister."

"Oh! Thank you!" Han Mingzhu sincerely thanked.

It's cold again.

But the straight ball player Jiang Han didn't notice it at all, and even threw another straight ball and said, "You have a good relationship with that girl in your class?"

Han Mingzhu didn't understand who he was talking about at first, but after thinking about it, she realized that he should be talking about Song Qianqian, so she nodded and said, "You mean Song Qianqian?"

Jiang Han nodded, "I just saw you talking in her ear in the office."

"!"

What's the matter with this weird tone, this cool guy!

Han Mingzhu laughed dryly and said, "I was discussing the bonus with her, so I got closer when I talked."

Jiang Han glanced at Han Mingzhu expressionlessly, and then said slowly, "Yes."

"???" Han Mingzhu felt that there were countless big question marks on her small head. This cool guy's brain circuit and way of speaking were really confusing!

"What is it?" Han Mingzhu humbly asked for advice.

"It's sisters." Jiang Han let out a thunderous sound, causing Han Mingzhu to be scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

Han Mingzhu looked at Jiang Han with an expression of "what the hell are you talking about?", and said very righteously: "Do you think I'm gay too?"

Jiang Han turned his head, his dark eyes filled with tolerance, "I don't discriminate against marginalized people."

"God damn marginalized people!" Han Mingzhu went crazy, "I'm straight! Director Long and I were discussing science, and I was speaking out for justice!"

Jiang Han stopped in his tracks and frowned his handsome eyebrows: "Aren't you?"

"No!" The answer was quick and accurate.

"Oh." Jiang Han continued upstairs with long legs.

This bland and simple reaction made Han Mingzhu even more confused.

When they reached the stairs on the third and fourth floors, when the two were about to separate, Jiang Han popped out and said dryly, "It's good that you are like this."

"Huh?" Han Mingzhu felt that her comprehension ability as a liberal arts student suffered a huge Waterloo in life.

After Jiang Han finished speaking, he went upstairs with long legs, without giving Han Mingzhu any chance to ask questions.

Han Mingzhu had no choice but to enter the classroom in a daze, took the bonus, and started a new round of study.

Jiang Han, who entered the classroom on the other side, sat down, and first poked Luo Binbin, who was catching up on sleep after class, with a triangular ruler.

Luo Binbin woke up sleepily, rubbed his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Jiang, what's the matter? Did you get the money back?"

Jiang Han was expressionless but solemnly said: "Han Mingzhu keeps his own sexual orientation secret, so don't promote it for him in the future if you have nothing to do."

Luo Binbin suspected for a moment that something was wrong with his ears, "Huh? He's out of the closet in the whole school, and he still keeps it secret? Brother Jiang, where did you find out?"

Jiang Han still looked very solemn, and said: "Adolescent boys are more sensitive. Especially this kind of sexuality issue is even more complicated."

"Huh???" Luo Binbin felt that he could not understand Chinese, "What do you mean?"

"He may regret this matter now, and wants to deny it vigorously and integrate into the group, so you keep your mouth shut." Jiang Han lowered his head and began to sort out the test papers for the entrance exam.

Luo Binbin was still in a daze. He always felt that Brother Jiang's logic was a bit strange, but he couldn't figure out what was so strange for a while, so he nodded aggrievedly——

The main reason is that he didn't casually talk about Han Mingzhu's sexual orientation. Last time, Brother Jiang asked him to say it!

……

After running exercises, Han Mingzhu's composition was distributed to every student in the second year of high school.

Jiang Han held the test paper filled with the word "mouth" laughing happily, and he was in a good mood before reading it.

Although the theme of this composition "family love" is simple, it is very difficult to write it well.In particular, the range of materials given is still very broad, and it is even more difficult to grasp the height that the teacher wants.

The narrative written by Han Mingzhu this time is titled "Smock", and it is about grandma's indigo plaid smock.

"When I was young, this smock was my biggest playground. I rolled on it and felt that the world protected by my grandma was always big and safe. I wouldn't feel any pain, and life was sweet. After growing up slowly, The indigo plaid smock is my eternal backing, as long as Dad raises his hand, as long as he hides behind Grandma, nothing will happen."

"Later, the indigo plaid smock was locked in the cabinet forever, falling dust, turning yellow, rotting, and turning to dust. The smock was gone, grandma got old, and I grew up."

"Time has never waited for any of us. She keeps running forward and tells us that to love someone must be in the present. It will not be possible in the future. It will not be possible if you have money in the future, and it will not be possible if you have time in the future. Time And the years have not waited for us, let alone these old men in indigo checked smocks."

"They were held hostage by the years, but they still treated us tenderly. What about us?"

The composition included narration and discussion, which stood out from the crowd of excellent argumentative papers. I heard that the last question made the Chinese teacher who corrected the composition burst into tears.

Jiang Han took the answer sheet and read it twice, and even the girls in the class who had low tears started to wipe away their tears.

After Luo Binbin finished reading the composition, she wailed on the table with a "wow" and said that she would go to grandma's house to see her at night.

Jiang Han laughed, but he also thought of his grandfather and grandmother who passed away a few years ago, and felt an inexplicable loss in his heart.

Han Mingzhu's composition is really good, and he can write such an empathetic essay in the examination room.

Taking advantage of more than ten minutes before class, the health committee member of class 15 came over and said that it was Luo Binbin and Jiang Han who took out the trash today.Luo Binbin and Jiang Han didn't delay, they went to the classroom water room to lift out the trash can, and then went downstairs to throw it away.

When they arrived at the centralized garbage point behind the teaching building, the two of them took out the garbage and were ready to go back.

Jiang Han stopped in his tracks, and Luo Binbin shook the trash can strangely, "Brother Jiang?"

Jiang Han handed the trash can to Luo Binbin for him to hold, then he walked to a small trash can next to the garbage collection point, and squatted down to look like he was going to pick up things.

Luo Binbin was greatly frightened: "Jiang, Brother Jiang, aren't you a clean freak?"

Jiang Han stood up with a crumpled answer sheet in his hand. After unfolding it, he frowned and said, "Han Mingzhu's composition."

Luo Binbin also put down the trash can, moved closer to Jiang Han, stretched his head to look, and exclaimed: "Fuck, it's true. It's just been posted. Who just lost it like this. Little Mingzhu's article wrote How wonderful."

After Jiang Han unfolded the right corner of the copied answer sheet expressionlessly, Luo Binbin was surprised when he saw the numbers on the corner.There will be a class number in the upper right corner of all the photocopies they send out.

"This person is in Class 3? In the same class as Little Mingzhu?"

After Jiang Han gave a faint "um", he folded the answer sheet and took it in his hand.

Luo Binbin asked teasingly: "Brother Jiang, you're not afraid of getting dirty right now? I found out that you are very kind to little Mingzhu. I'm so jealous."

Jiang Han frowned slightly, turned to look at him and said, "Is there any?"

Luo Binbin nodded seriously, "Yes!"

"Oh, then there is."

"Huh?" Luo Binbin felt hurt, "Is this the end?"

Jiang Han turned his head, "What else?"

Luo Binbin still frowned. Although he felt something was wrong, he didn't know what was wrong.I had no choice but to go upstairs with Jiang Han carrying the trash can.

I thought that rubbing up the answer sheets was just some jealous thoughts accidentally discovered by Jiang Han and Luo Binbin, but the seriousness of the matter far exceeded Jiang Han and Luo Binbin's imagination.

Three days after they picked up the answer sheet, something happened to Class 3 of Senior Two.

It's still a matter of human life.

When Jiang Han came in through the school gate listening to English, he saw the classmates around him gathered together and talking about something magically, and the names of "Han Mingzhu" and "Song Qianqian" were mentioned frequently.

Jiang Han took off his headphones strangely.

As soon as he took it off, he was patted heavily on the shoulder - it was Luo Binbin.

Luo Binbin panted, walked beside Jiang Han and said, "Something happened, something happened last night."

Jiang Han frowned: "What happened?"

"Last night, a girl in Class 3 committed suicide by burning charcoal. She was rescued, but she left a suicide note, which was full of insults to Han Mingzhu and Song Qianqian. Damn, our school post bar exploded last night. "

Jiang Han still frowned, "What are you scolding them for?"

"That girl seems to have pretty good grades. She, Han Mingzhu and Song Qianqian are basically the top three regulars in the liberal arts, but it may be that their mentality is out of balance and the pressure from their parents is too great. If they can't stand it, they burn charcoal. "Luo Binbin ate melons last night until the early hours of the morning, so he still has a relatively clear understanding of this matter.

"That girl's name is Zhao Xuan. Her family's conditions don't seem to be very good. She sells fish at the Jingcheng Vegetable Market. The family expects quite high from her, and she has a younger brother. Anyway, she is usually introverted and dull, and doesn't like to get along with others. Talk. But the grades have been very good, and it didn't make her popularity bad, and there are still people who are willing to talk to her."

"But in her suicide note, she said that from the teacher to the classmates in class 3, they were isolating her and didn't want to talk to her. She also said that she regarded Song Qianqian as a friend, but Song Qianqian turned her head and spoke ill of her to others. She also said Little Mingzhu is a disgusting homosexual, and he has turned He Qiu into a pervert. The half-brother He Qiu lives with now is Tian Haoran, the third year of high school, who is having an affair. Anyway, he bites like a mad dog Many people, even their homeroom teacher, Lao Liao, said that Lao Liao usually doesn't like to talk to people after class, so he just keeps his head on the lottery."

Luo Binbin shook his head as he spoke, and said angrily: "This time, Class 3 got the first place in the joint entrance examination of eight schools. If something like this happens, I'm afraid it will be bad. After all, now it is basically said that Class 3 is in the collective bullying class. Ling Zhaoxuan."

Jiang Han didn't speak after listening, but Han Mingzhu's face after crying appeared inexplicably in his mind.

He put his hand in his trouser pocket and touched the handkerchief that he habitually brought every day.

The author has something to say:

Give yourself an encouragement, hehe.