The music class was taken over again

Teacher Yan's expression was almost unstoppable, but the leader is someone who has seen a big scene. Mount Tai collapsed before her expression did not change. In less than a second, she said calmly: "First, that's mine. The ownership of my belongings in the house is in my hands. Second, I am at home and do not have to be bound by any regulations except the law. Let alone not making quilts, even if I burn it, others are not qualified to say three things to me. Road four!"

Qiao Zheng: A big boss is a big boss, and he is so confident without folding the quilt.

Why did Yan Ze reason with Jiang Huan later? Qiao Zheng didn't listen anymore, because Qiao Deqing called her, but the phone was muted and didn't answer.

Qiao Zheng remembered that it would be Qiao Deqing's birthday in a few days, and Qiao Zheng had marked her parents' birthdays on the calendar of her mobile phone, and set a special reminder that the bell would ring to remind her the week before.

She called her father back, and there was a second answer.

"Little Qiao, let's go home and have a meal in a few days." Dad's voice was hoarse, with the aging of a middle-aged man.

"We must go back."

"I heard from your brother that you live in a friend's house, and the family's conditions are quite good." Qiao Deqing asked.

Qiao Zheng said: "It's my colleague, but if he is a leader, his salary is of course higher than mine."

Qiao Deqing was so frightened that his voice changed: "Leader, what leader? How can you live with the leader? Do you count... what?"

Maybe the word "leadership" is a neutral term in the eyes of ordinary people, or it may have more or less derogatory meanings.

"What, it's the teacher in our school who teaches culture classes."

Only then did Qiao Deqing feel relieved: "Then you are a very loyal friend, get along well with others and don't be coquettish."

When it was Dad's birthday, Qiao Zheng ordered a cake first, went to the supermarket to buy chicken feet with rattan pepper, bought some red grapes, and went home.

As soon as she got home, she heard her brother's noisy voice: "Cakes are just flashy things, so greasy, don't buy them in the future, parents don't like them, they're all sugar."

"I eat it, my niece eats it, you guys are really lenient, and it's not at your expense." Qiao Zheng stared her eyes like copper bells, and snapped back unceremoniously.

Qiao Deqing opened a bottle of home-brewed wine sent by his cousin, which was more rustic and sweet than the products on the shelf.

Qiao Zheng is greedy for drinking and likes the handmade taste, her cheeks burn when she drinks it.

Parents in traditional families don’t do too many tricks. They don’t share the cake together, blow out candles and make wishes, and don’t sing birthday songs together. The ceremony is completed by saying a few words of blessing together.

When Qiao Deqing cut the cake, he only cut it in half, and he was very careful, for fear of making the other half's decorations and fruits unattractive.

Only Qiao Zheng and her little niece were eating the cake. Zheng Lanxin said that she has gotten fat from drinking water recently, so she only ate a little bit of the cake embryo below.

After eating, everyone else went to watch TV. Qiao Deqing suddenly called Qiao Zheng into the room. Qiao Zheng was at a loss, not knowing what his father was going to tell him.

Qiao Deqing took out a tea box from the bedside table, inside was a neatly folded hand towel, Qiao Deqing took out a bank card from it, and said: "The password is your birthday... On the other hand, I don't have much savings, this you Take it, there are [-] in it..."

Qiao Zheng could hear her own breathing very clearly, something seemed to be blocked in her throat, and she couldn't make a sound. Qiao Deqing handed over the bank card and wanted to stuff it into Qiao Zheng's pocket.

Qiao Zheng could feel the sharp corners and hardness of the card, and she carried it in her clothes, as if she was wearing something she shouldn't have. It was so hot that she would burn her flesh.

The contradiction in her heart is that her salary is not high, and she doesn't know how to manage a family. She always finds reasons for her spending money. She has wine and is drunk today, and young people have a lot of time. Without a house, it's not a bad idea to think about it.

Qiao Deqing was afraid of his daughter's refusal, so he patted the place where he put his bank card, and said lightly, "Take it."

There are many emotions intertwined in the father's eyes, blame, worry, concern, helplessness...

Qiao Zheng nodded with tears in her eyes, and held the square card, her palm hurt from the hard edge.

"I heard that you live for nothing, girl, there is no pie in the world, and you have to pay back all the favors you owe. If you really want to rent a house in Fanhuajinyuan, I'm afraid you can't afford it without eating or drinking for a month. Your friend has this kind of friendship, you are lucky, but you must not rely on luck for everything, listen to me, take out 1 yuan and give it to your friend, remember?"

Qiao Zheng pursed her lips and thought for a while: "I think so, she might not accept it."

"No... I'm really puzzled, is she doing charity?" Qiao Deqing raised his eyes in disbelief.

He said again: "Your colleague, right? Wait...not the principal? If the principal, move me out immediately, it's a matter of style!"

"Oh, our principal is a greasy old man, how could I... Well, it's a female colleague who teaches mathematics, and I don't live in vain. She is busy with work, so I can do all the housework at home, okay?" Qiao Zheng explained.

Qiao Deqing pointed at his daughter's nose, and said in a muffled voice: "I tell you, don't collude with the officials. They can be in that position, and they will be able to tell the truth."

Qiao Zheng muttered in a low voice, Teacher Yan is not a big official, he only cares about two thousand little kids.

Qiao Deqing went out with her hands behind her back. Mother Qiao was peeling an apple in the living room, and raised her eyelids: "What are you two talking about?"

"I'm training her, my daughter is not sensible outside, a father needs to be educated." Qiao Deqing said in a deep bass.

Before Qiaozheng left, Qiao Deqing insisted that she bring the other half of the cake: "Give it to your friend, you know?"

Qiao's father raised his eyelids suddenly, as if an officer ordered his subordinates, rather than a father ordering his daughter.

"I see." Qiaozheng really didn't know whether Teacher Yan liked to eat this. In her impression, she didn't particularly like to eat, nor did she particularly like to eat, and she was a particularly boring person.

When she returned home with the cake, Teacher Yan hadn't come back. In the third year of high school, it was really one test after another. Just taking a breath, I was about to win the next battle. The children were like soldiers who had no time to take off their armor. Same, training, killing the enemy, strategy, adjustment, exercise, until the final decisive battle.

The winter in the north caught people off guard. When I opened the window, a gust of cold wind rushed in, and the coolness seeped into my skin. Qiaozheng thought it was raining again, so I opened the window a little wider, and stretched out my hand to try the rain. It fell so much, but in the end, she didn't feel the rain, but unexpectedly found a drop of crystal water on the palm of her hand. The light of the small town that is not prosperous fell into this crystal drop, and the lights of thousands of families gathered in the palm of her hand. If you look closely, you can even see the reflection of Yizhong, on the curved surface of the water droplets, like an ancient dark castle.

A few more thin white flakes floated onto his hand, and the temperature of his palm quickly melted them into a puddle of water, and the shadow inside also collapsed, becoming a flat plane.

The first snow of this year came in a lukewarm manner. The city began to fall asleep at 09:30. Some people must have not realized that it was snowing. The light snow was not a climate, and it melted as soon as it fell to the ground. Wet, and the next day, everyone thought it was a light rain.

Qiaozheng put on a snow-white coat, ran downstairs with an umbrella, and pushed open the heavy unit door. Her thin body was crooked by the incoming wind and snow. As soon as she went out, the wind knocked the iron door open. It closed with a bang, and Qiao Zheng was shaken. She touched her pocket, and found that she had the key.

The snow looked mild and peaceful in the house. She didn't expect the wind outside to be so strong that her umbrella was overturned. Qiaozheng turned three sides to the direction of the wind and clearly felt the strong resistance .

The lights went out one by one, leaving only a dark window. People began to fall asleep and walked out of the community. The teaching building of No. [-] Middle School was brightly lit. It's the same, looking at this majestic and open school all the way, it's really snowy and majestic.

At this time, the school bell rang, but she was separated by a road, and she could only perceive the grand occasion of school dismissal through the sound.

After a while, the first group of people swarmed out from the school gate. The snow was unexpected. Everyone didn’t bring umbrellas or clothes. They all wrapped up their coats and shivered. Some parents came to pick up their children, while others didn’t So lucky, riding a small electric car in the wind, and the cyclist has to fight against the headwind.

Qiaozheng knew Teacher Yan very well. It was impossible for her to come out so soon. After all the day students had dispersed and the school buses parked at the western intersection started their engines one after another, she walked out of the school gate with long legs. There is a teacher and two people are talking.

Yan Ze came out with Teacher Du, who taught English, and these teachers walked with the director. After walking 100 meters, 90 meters were complaining, and the remaining [-] meters were used for breathing.

"I'm so angry that I have a headache. I don't know what to say. I'm already in the third year of high school. If I don't know, I think I'm in the third year of junior high school. How many times have I said the non-predicate verb? I asked what the non-predicate verb does in the sentence." Ingredient is actually a predicate! English is not good, can’t you even understand Chinese!”

Ms. Yan is used to the constant complaints from her teachers. She also has a lot of anger every day, but no one will listen to her. After all, no one wants to hear such words. Mourning is contagious, so she should keep it in her heart and digest it.

Teacher Du's husband came to pick her up by car, "Director, my partner is here, do you want me to give you an umbrella?"

"Oh, no need, my house is just ahead, just a few steps away."

Yan Ze said goodbye to Teacher Du, buttoned the top button of her shirt, and walked forward steadily. Snowflakes were floating on her face, and she didn't even bother to brush them with her hands, like a robot without feeling.

The snowflakes were suddenly blocked outside, and the wind speed also dropped. Yan raised his eyes and saw that there was an extra umbrella on top of his head.

The person beside her was dressed in snow-colored clothes, the soft down filled her neck, and a faint white gas was exhaled from her diamond-shaped pink lips.This snow-white girl reminded her of an elf, a high-value creature in Norse mythology, a mysterious spirit between heaven and hell, on a winter night in a snowy town, the girl's whole body was exaggerated with a mysterious atmosphere, and fainted. The miserable street lights and the disgraced streets have a very eye-catching sense of conflict.

Even though the things in her mind are beautiful and poetic, and she uses a lot of rhetoric, but when Teacher Yan speaks, she is still the math teacher who can spoil the scenery.

Teacher Yan looked down at her legs and was taken aback: "Why did you come out without pants on?"

Qiao Zheng almost missed the umbrella: "This is called stockings, Mr. Yan!"