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"Anyway, thank you for your suggestion this time, otherwise this project would be a bit tricky for people like me who have left campus for many years, and thank you for keeping my works for me. I thought that oil painting was gone long ago, and it was a pity."

On the tree-lined road leading to the school gate on the campus of the attached high school, the winter afternoon sun slanted over, passing through the dry branches of willow trees, casting rows of criss-crossing shadows on the ground.

Cheng Hong and his college classmate Lu Yanlin walked side by side on the stone-brick road beside the road. They were about to pass through the playground, and then they walked a little further to the school gate. They expressed their thanks to her again.

Lu Yanlin was also from the Academy of Fine Arts back then, and they were classmates. As the class monitor, she was good with every classmate and helped a lot during the process.But after graduating, I didn't engage in design any more, but moved to an educational institution, got my own certificate, and is now a political teacher in the attached middle school.

After hearing his repeated thanks, Lu Yanlin couldn't take it anymore, looked at him with a smile, and said softly: "It's okay, although I changed careers, I still have some basic skills, and I haven't forgotten what I learned in college. I can help you." You and I are very happy, just flipping through the books to look at the things in the university, learning the new by reviewing the past."

Cheng Lang smiled. Their design department took over a project related to the renovation of the campus study room. Although the children under him all came here from this time, they had almost forgotten about the school and had been thinking about it for several days. To no avail, Da Ming was pushed and shoved by the crowd to ask him for help. He had just received a call from Lu Yanlin, and thought that she was at school, so he asked a casual question. He didn't intend to ask her for help. Said that the girl expressed interest and wanted to try.

Anyway, there is still more than a month, Cheng Lang is not in a hurry, and he should thank her for keeping the award-winning work that was posted on the school bulletin board for him. It was his first award-winning work, and it was a sensation in the school at that time. Not small, it means a lot to him, after he graduated, he occasionally thought it was a pity when he thought about it, but he didn't expect Lu Yanlin to go back to the university half a month ago and see the painting hanging in the tutor's office, so he asked for it directly.

Cheng Lang turned his head and said sincerely, "Thank you very much, otherwise this would be my regret."

Lu Yanlin was taken aback for a moment, a little unexpected, and then he frowned, "Okay, don't thank me so much, I'm definitely not as good as you."

She raised her finger to point to the document bag in Cheng Hong's hand, "My level has dropped a lot. If you use it, you must read it carefully. I'm so sloppy, so don't get into trouble."

Cheng Lang hooked the corners of his mouth, feeling very good. The two of them had talked to the outside of the playground. Cheng Lang turned his head to look at the students who were taking physical education class. The playground of the attached high school was renovated a few years ago, and it is still very new. , the lawn is very thick, bright in color, and divided into several different greens. Under the background of a little withered in winter, the students on it are running, jumping, laughing and laughing, full of vitality.

Seeing him staring at the playground, Lu Yanlin curled his lips and smiled: "These kids are good, aren't they? They are young, carefree, and full of vigor, making them very comfortable to watch."

"Yeah." Cheng Lang nodded in agreement, and asked casually, "How does it feel to be a teacher?"

Lu Yanlin: "That's it. These children are not bad. Some are obedient, some are obedient, and some are noisy and annoying. Sometimes it really makes me feel so angry that my chest hurts."

There were complaints in her tone, but there was also a hint of happiness. Cheng Lang felt that she liked this job very much in her heart.He still remembers that the class monitor was not very good when he was in college. He often scratched his head because of the storyboard assignments assigned by the professor. The young girl lost a lot of hair in four years of college. , She can be a cow or a horse for others.

Cheng Lang's circle of friends at that time was full of heart-rending cries from this girl.

Lu Yanlin didn't see the change in Cheng Hao's expression, and continued to say to himself: "I'm taking care of the second year of high school now. There are a bunch of kids in the class who are very noisy, but I have a good relationship with me. If you have nothing to do, come to the office to chat with me. Later I I know it is to avoid the Chinese teacher coming to the class to arrest people and memorize the text. The first grade is still in our class, but the cold one is still very withdrawn. Every time he stares at me in class, I feel chills on my back. I don’t know. what happened......"

"Do you know him?" Cheng Hong, who had been looking at the playground, suddenly interrupted her, and raised his hand to point somewhere in the playground.

Lu Yanlin stopped and looked in the direction of his finger.

Then, like seeing a ghost, he took out his mobile phone and looked at the date and time, and after confirming again and again, he let out a long sigh of relief, "Monday, their class is in physical education class at the moment, and that is that very lonely school bully, Jiang Xuan .”

"Jiang...dong?"

Isn't his surname Lin?

Xiaomantou's surname is Lin, because Sister Conch's husband's surname is Lin.

"En." Lu Yanlin felt no surprise and nodded naturally.

Cheng Lang: "Student master?"

"Yeah, it's not easy to mess with, doesn't it?"

Cheng Lang was silent, and waited until both of them had passed the playground before slowly nodding in agreement.

"" Lu Yanlin looked bewildered.

Coming out of the attached middle school, Cheng Lang drove back to the design department. He had skipped work temporarily and had to go back to finish the class.

After taking a rough look at Lu Yanlin's design, he took out the oil paintings in the folder, and handed the rest to Chen Hai at the door, asking him to study with a few people.

If there is no accident, all the contents are fine, and Lu Yanlin's design should be usable directly.She doesn't get paid for nothing, she not only did Cheng Hong a big favor, but also fulfilled his wish, and he had to find a way to repay this kindness.

Maybe you can give her some money in the name of this project, not too much, as long as you think about it.

Cheng Lang is unwilling to owe others.

We don’t have much work today. After finishing his work, Cheng Hao went out to take a look. Several children outside gathered together to discuss the design. He felt relieved and sat back to lie down for a while. He was a little tired at first. He wanted to touch a fish before he got off work. As a result, when you close your eyes, there are big steamed buns in front of you... No, Jiang, Jiang Dong, forget it, let's call it big steamed buns, by the way.

When he passed by the playground, he saw the big steamed bun.

Surprisingly, I saw the big steamed bun again.

There was another time when he was eating at noon, he was standing at the stairs waiting for Lu Yanlin, and when he turned around, he saw Da Mantou was burying his head in eating noodles, eating fiercely, as if he had been hungry for several lifetimes.

A handsome kid, he is tall and ruthless when he doesn't speak. Cheng Lang didn't expect him to be so aggressive when eating.

Both cheeks were swollen like a hamster, and he poked it with chopsticks before he finished chewing.

Cheng Lang was shocked at that moment.

This time we met on the playground, Da Mantou was playing basketball.

It's not like a few boys playing handsome together and chasing basketball together to attract the attention of a little girl, nor is it playing a game with a few people.

Cheng Lang took a rough look and found that the playground was divided into several sections, and each section had a small group of people, probably from different classes, and each class was led by the teacher to do sports. A lot of effort was put into it and it was well organized.

Big Mantou stood in a team full of boys, and he was naturally the last one according to size. The long line stood in front of the basketball hoop on one side of the basketball court, and the leader ran diagonally beyond the three-point line. Go in, layup in three steps at a place less than two meters away from the basketball hoop, throw the basketball in, drop it, shoot it away, give the ball to the second person, and then line up at the end of the line, and so on.

Looking from the side, the team where Big Mantou is located is half a playground away from Cheng Hong. He is not wearing a down jacket, but is wearing a thin school uniform like everyone else. His face is not sure whether it is from the cold or is already very white, and his figure is slender and thin. Quite a lot.

From a long distance away, Cheng Lang's gaze was wandering aimlessly, but somehow he fell on that figure, and he recognized it at a glance.

Prickly Tou looks good in high school, but he doesn't seem to be very smart, so conservatively estimated that he doesn't study well.

He turned out to be a top student?

Still number one in grade?

Cheng Lang was shocked +1

He even began to doubt his vision.

It was already past seven o'clock when Cheng Lang entered the community, and it was completely dark. If it weren't for the fluorescent green pavilion built next to the mail room, he would have hit it directly with low beams on.

He stepped on the brake and squinted his eyes to look over, and saw several aunts from the neighborhood committee working around the folding table in front of the shed.

Cheng Lang knew these aunts, so he stopped the car and poked his head out, "Aunt Zhang, what are you doing?"

"Ah," one of the aunts originally turned her back to him, but was startled by his sudden sound, and turned around, "Cheng Hong, are you off work?"

"Well, what are you doing? It's late at night, I heard that there is snow in the middle of the night, why are you still here so late, my grandson stopped making trouble?"

Aunt Zhang: "Hi, my daughter-in-law came back early today, and she brought it... that's right."

Suddenly, Aunt Zhang’s eyes lit up, she trotted a few steps over, and asked Cheng Hong from the window: “You live alone, do you want to donate clothes? Our neighborhood committee now has a ‘warm winter clothes’ event to donate to adults and children in mountainous areas.” As for the clothes, we are busy all day for this, if you can’t wear the clothes, donate them? It just happened to be packaged and sent over.”

Cheng Lang was a little surprised, "Is it just today?"

There is no doubt at all, his face was numb from the time he said a few words, and the possibility of him coming out after he gets home is almost zero.

Aunt Zhang probably also thought that he didn't want to come out, and she looked a little bit troubled: "Just today, in fact, it was notified several days ago. It seems that there are not many people who donate clothes, so the few of us gathered at the door Build a shed so that people passing by can see it. If you have something to do later, I will go to your house to get it, and I have to pack it tomorrow."

"Well," Cheng Lang sighed, "Don't come here, it's too dark, you can wait for me later, I'll leave the car and pack my clothes and send them here, is there time?"

After hearing what he said, Aunt Zhang beamed with joy, and happily reached out and patted Cheng Hong on the shoulder, "Okay! Okay! Then I'll wait for you later, try to pack as much as possible. It's a waste if you can't wear it. Do something for charity." How nice, feel at ease."

Cheng Lang smiled and nodded, drove the car into the garage, hurried home and packed two packages of clothes, wrapped them in down jackets and sent them to Aunt Zhang.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Auntie Zhang stopped him quickly. She felt like she was carrying several boxes of gold with her two bags of clothes, her eyes were narrowed: "Cheng Hong, wait a moment, you haven't registered! Name and address Contact information!"

Cheng Yan was shivering from the cold, and was still running back, ignoring Aunt Zhang: "Just write 'a handsome guy who does good deeds without leaving his name', and you can write the rest!"

Aunt Zhang and a group of old sisters laughed together, and took a pen to write Cheng Hong on the list stroke by stroke.

At the end of the day today, Cheng Hong was already sore all over. He took a shower just after eight o'clock, and at 08:30 after cleaning up, he was ready to lock the door and go to sleep.

But Uncle Cheng failed, and his wish was not fulfilled.

At eight forty, the door rang.

Cheng Lang had just turned the lock, looked up through the cat's eye, and turned it back again.

"Sister Jiang?"

Sister Conch made a surprise visit.

"Hey, Xiao Cheng, are you busy? I didn't bother you, did I?"

Cheng Lang waved his hand and stood by the door: "No, I'm not busy. I just got home. Would you like to come in and have a seat?"

"No, no, no," Sister Conch stood outside the door in home clothes, no makeup on her face, plain face, looking like a female college student, with a pink plastic bag in her hand, "I'll come over and say hello to you." Thank you, you were the one who sent Xiao Mantou and Xiao Thrush to mackerel yesterday, Xiao Mantou told me at night."

Cheng Lang was taken aback, a little surprised, but quickly reacted, and politely took the plastic bag handed over by Sister Conch: "It's okay, I stopped by, just happened to meet them, and sent them there directly, without delay."

He even sent Xiaodong to school.Didn't expect it.

"I heard Xiao Mantou tell me that this is my newly baked biscuit bread or something today. You can eat it as a snack. I heard the door opening just now, but when you knocked on the door, you were not there, so you went out temporarily?"

Cheng Lang: "Well, I went to donate some clothes."

"The one at the door? I also donated a lot of clothes. They seem to be kind people, haha," Sister Conch laughed. Go to work."

"Well," Cheng Lang called her, wondering what to say, thinking about his words, "Sister, is that Xiaodong... your son? I was a little surprised. I heard Xiao Mantou call him brother the other day. I didn't expect you to have another son." Such a big son."

Sister Conch paused, "Huh?"

"You mean little thrush?"

Cheng Lang was embarrassed: "Ah."

Sister Conch was stunned for two seconds, then burst out laughing, clutching her belly and laughing wildly, "No, he's my sister's son, named Jiang Xuan, who came to live with me that day, and I'm not yet forty, where can I find him?" Such a big son."

Cheng Lang: "Oh, oh..."

No wonder they look a bit alike.

Cheng Lang suddenly realized, only now did he realize that his previous guesses were a bit silly, all the guesses about Brother Ku had been refuted little by little, and he wanted to laugh.

In addition, there is an inexplicable freshness.

Sister Conch's family really couldn't raise such a son.

I'm a little curious about this cool guy.