Teacher Meng wanted to hit someone after hearing this

Nothing to do at home in the afternoon, Meng Yuan cleaned the inside and outside of the house, Jiang Lang stood beside him with his arms tucked in, watching him busy, interjecting a few words from time to time to chat.

Jiang Lang now feels that he has almost lost his horse since the incident in the bathroom last time, and his taciturnity, reservedness and melancholy are all fake.If we said that when he was with Meng Yuan before, he was filled with 80% of the water, but now he has basically drained 50% of the water.

Now just go with the flow.

He leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and said to Meng Yuan who was cleaning the glass of the balcony: "...are you really not going to the school?"

Meng Yuan knew that he was worried about his job, so he asked him again and again, directly or indirectly, and after thinking about it, he said, "You may not believe me, but I actually wanted to be an elementary school teacher more than a high school teacher."

Jiang Lang was taken aback, remembering the scene when he saw Meng Yuan for the first time. The man was standing tall in the empty and simple exhibition hall, followed by a group of half-person-tall little ones. what happened before.

"I believe it." Jiang Lang said calmly.

As soon as the words came out, Meng Yuan stopped what he was doing and stood on the balcony looking at him through the glass. The man was wearing a well-fitting simple shirt and looked at him with deep eyes.

Meng Yuan unconsciously withdrew his gaze, and continued to lower his head to wipe the glass: "I originally wanted to be a teacher in elementary school, but just happened to pass the high school teacher qualification test, and was persuaded by the surrounding students, so I went to No. [-] Middle School."

"Ordinary people may think that high school teachers are better." Jiang Lang said.

Meng Yuan said: "Actually, it's because I like children better, and the pressure to enter elementary school is relatively light. I don't need to marry a wife and have children, and I don't have those big ambitions. So I don't have the hard work of those teachers in high school, and it will be sooner or later that I can't continue." thing."

Jiang Lang was speechless in his heart, and immediately thought of a group of children chattering and making noise, and immediately felt that he really couldn't substitute Meng Yuan's thoughts this time.He nodded, thinking, as long as you are happy.

"Do you think I'm thinking like a 50-year-old man?"

Jiang Lang was taken aback, he really didn't think so.High school teachers may have more weight in the hearts of ordinary people than elementary school teachers. He does not mean to underestimate elementary school teachers, but the pressure that high school teachers have to face is not ordinary. Coupled with the current exam-oriented education system, high school has long been Been demonized.

In contrast, elementary school is still a part of children's childhood. Although the cram school has been filled by parents, it is still different from the environment of high school.

"No, I think it's good to have my own ideas. Like me, I have been confused since I was a child. My family helped me to apply for college as a major. I even painted to pretend..." Jiang Lang swallowed "bi" Throat, "Uh, I followed suit."

Meng Yuan suddenly said: "I don't think you are quite famous?"

Jiang Lang was stunned, thinking, lost his horse...?

He struggled: "Is it necessary to come out and rent a house together if you are famous?"

Meng Yuan smiled, and didn't say anything else, yes, I also wanted to ask you, what are you fussing about here?

He went to the bucket and squatted down, threw the rag into it, then fished it out to squeeze out the water, stood up and hung it outside the balcony.

Jiang Lang nervously watched Meng Yuan's every move, he felt that Meng Yuan should know his identity, after all, as long as he has nothing to do and searched on the Internet, he would reveal everything.Jiang Lang couldn't help but took out his mobile phone and wanted to search his name on Wandu to see if there was any murderous content.

As a result, as soon as he swiped open the phone screen, the doorbell rang suddenly. He got up and wanted to open the door, but Meng Yuan walked to the entrance one step ahead of him.

When the door was opened, it was the nurse who was selected this morning.

"Which one is Jiang Lang?"

"I am." Jiang Lang walked behind Meng Yuan, looked at the aging woman in front of him, feeling deeply deceived by the photos on the Internet.

Meng Yuan wanted to send him away. After all, he was idle at home anyway, and it was not so easy to find a job, so he might as well just let him take care of Jiang Lang.However, before he could refuse the other party's words, Jiang Lang stepped forward and said to the other party: "Tomorrow morning at the same time, you go directly to Tongyuan Hotel to find me. Today you go first, and the money will be settled."

When the other party heard this, he nodded in agreement without hesitation, turned around and left.

Meng Yuan: "It doesn't mean that I will take care of you."

Jiang Lang said lightly: "You are teaching. You shouldn't be serving tea and water to others at home."

Meng Yuan froze, looking at Jiang Lang's back, speechless.

Jiang Lang continued: "I've already found a place to live, and I'll move out temporarily for half a month." He had already made up his mind that his right hand would regain mobility in two or three days, and what he could do by then There are many things to do, in fact, moving out is a way for him to play hard to get, but on the one hand, he really doesn't want Meng Yuan to only help him with these things at home, he will feel that his injury will be a delay to him.

Three days passed quickly, and Jiang Lang went from Tongyuan Hotel to the Central Hospital early in the morning. Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the entrance of the hospital, he saw a familiar figure, Meng Yuan.

He remembered that Meng Yuan had said that he would accompany him to the hospital.

He walked up and greeted Meng Yuan: "You..."

"I agreed to accompany you for a review, let's go." Meng Yuan stretched out his hand and waved the nurse away, and dragged Jiang Lang into the hospital.

Jiang Lang was overwhelmed by the flattery, and followed Meng Yuan step by step, saying, "I can just come by myself, you really don't need to come here on purpose."

Seeing that he was still thinking about this matter for himself, Meng Yuan couldn't help but stop and turn around, patted Jiang Lang's head like a student, and said, "Just take care of yourself, I don't need you to worry."

Jiang Lang expressed that he was frightened by Mr. Meng's actions.

After the doctor's examination, Jiang Lang finally regained the freedom of one arm, and the blood returned from half to one quarter.

After leaving the hospital, Meng Yuan asked Jiang Lang, "Are you going home?"

Jiang Lang really wanted to say it back, but he knew that he would not be able to get out, he didn't want Meng Yuan to spend his days at home just to take care of him.

Seeing that Jiang Lang didn't speak, Meng Yuan knew he wasn't going back, so he put away his inexplicable disappointment and said, "Then I'll take a taxi to take you back to Tongyuan."

Jiang Lang said, "There's no need to take a taxi, I asked the nurse to drive here just now."

Meng Yuan felt a little surprised: "That aunt can still drive?"

Jiang Lang also smiled: "It's true. I was also shocked at first. She said that the company forced her to learn it, in order to be more competitive among her peers. Don't mention it, the driver's skills are better than ours before. much better."

While talking, they had already walked to the parking lot not far away, but the scene in front of them made the two of them stunned.

I saw the front glass of Jiang Lang's black Cadillac was smashed, the body was also scratched beyond recognition, and the rear of the car was splashed with strange-colored paint. It can be said that the appearance of the whole car is horrible, almost Said it was scrapped.

"...What happened?" Meng Yuan looked at Jiang Lang, "Who did it?"

Jiang Lang stepped forward, his face darkened, he stretched out his newly healed arm and touched the car body: "I don't know."

He didn't really feel sorry for Che, but this was slapping him in the face in front of Meng Yuan, Jiang Lang didn't stand up for others to bully.Some lists quickly flashed through his mind, and the people related to Lin Yuanshu first appeared, but they were quickly rejected by him because they had no position.Then he thought of Wu Qing again, no, it couldn't be him, he had already recognized himself that time, with the courage of that kind of person, he would be afraid after being beaten once, remember the lesson, and would not try to fight back and retaliate .

He couldn't find the answer for a while, worried that the saboteurs were still in the parking lot, and his combat effectiveness would decline, Jiang Lang dragged Meng Yuan away from the spot in a hurry.

Meng Yuan walked and said, "Have you bought insurance? Let's go to the police now, the hospital's parking lot must be monitored."

Jiang Lang pulled Meng Yuan to stop him: "No need, it's a personal grievance." People like them have such a large social circle, and their behavior is inevitably not as good as some people's wishes. Calling the police cannot solve the fundamental problem, although individuals have to find out who did it. I'm afraid it's really difficult, but he never takes this kind of trouble seriously, finds someone privately, and then handles it privately.

He called someone to have his car towed for repairs, kept this matter in his heart silently, and then said to Meng Yuan as if nothing had happened: "It seems that we still have to take a taxi."

Seeing Jiang Lang's indifferent attitude, Meng Yuan didn't want to say anything, but said: "Come home with me, it seems that the nurse is not a cheap lamp."

Jiang Lang was taken aback when he heard this, and there was no reason to refuse, and he replied softly, "Okay. Go home."

Arriving at Unit A of Hongye Community, on the fifth floor, Meng Yuan walked in front of Jiang Lang, opened the door, and a familiar smell came over his nostrils. Jiang Lang stepped into the door and saw his own painting nailed to the wall of the living room. , he felt a little disappointed.

As soon as Meng Yuan entered the door, he went into the kitchen to make lunch. Jiang Lang had been away for three or four days, and his feeling for home was very clear at this time. He felt that he did not succeed in trying to capture Meng Yuan, but instead buried himself deeper in the pit.

He walked slowly to the door of the kitchen, looked at Meng Yuan's back, his Adam's apple was rolling up and down, he opened his lips slightly and said a word, his voice was barely audible.

But Meng Yuan seemed to have a telepathy, suddenly turned around and glanced at Jiang Lang.Jiang Lang felt guilty for some reason, dodged his eyes for a moment, left the kitchen door immediately, and sat back in the living room peacefully.

The hissing sound of cooking was still being heard in the kitchen, and Jiang Lang saw that his mobile phone was on the coffee table in the living room with the signal light on. He opened it to check the messages, and immediately saw a text message from Zhang Wuyi——

"Except for your teacher Meng, you didn't hook up with anyone else outside, did you?"

Without hesitation, Jiang Lang replied, "Of course not." With the conscience of heaven and earth, he only thought about his family, Meng Yuan.

Zhang Wuyi quickly replied again: "That's easy."