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Going home that night, Du Chengyi was worried about Lin Xiaoyuan, so he called him again and asked how his father was doing.

Lin Xiaoyuan said: "I didn't come back, but the matter is not resolved, I will come back anyway, I don't care, I can live a day is a day."

Du Chengyi didn't know how to comfort him, so he fell silent here.

After hanging up the phone, he clenched his fist and then loosened it, loosened it and clenched it again, and finally ran to find Luo Zijun "deng deng deng".

"Can you save Madoka, I don't want to see him being beaten to death."

In fact, in the final analysis, this is someone else's housework, and Luo Zijun shouldn't take care of it.But Du Chengyi grabbed the hem of his clothes, his face was earnest, and there was still a faint glint of water in his eyes, how could he let his baby down?

"Okay, let's save him." He touched the child's head.

Luo Zijun went to find Fang Yiting.

As the principal, Fang Yiting knows the affairs of Lin Xiaoyuan's family better than anyone else.But the adult world has a set of rules, just like Luo Zijun also considered the issue before, she thinks this is someone else's housework, the person involved has never asked for help, what position does the school have to intervene?

Besides, Lin Xiaoyuan's father gave the school a lot of sponsorship fees every year. For the sake of money, she could only turn a blind eye.

Luo Zijun said in a deep voice: "Fang Yiting, he is going to be beaten to death, he is still a child."

Fang Yiting stood up from behind the table and made him a cup of coffee: "" Everyone's fate is different. "

"Then you mean that he will accept his fate when he was born there?"

Principal Fang didn't answer.

Luo Zijun snorted coldly: "I only know that this child is dying, and my little boy is not willing to part with his friends. Whatever he wants to do, I will help him do it."

Fang Yiting stopped stirring the coffee, and turned her back to Luo Zijun with a wry smile: "You have to understand my position, I am the principal, and I can only choose what I think is the most appropriate method."

When it came to this point in the adults' words, both of them already understood in their hearts that it was impossible for each of them to take a step back.The room fell silent, Fang Yiting put the coffee in front of Luo Zijun, and the porcelain cup made a "click" sound when it touched the glass.

Luo Zijun suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Fang Yiting asked him.

"No, I suddenly thought, Senior Sister, you have always been a very serious person in college. You have planned carefully and never allowed yourself to make mistakes in any step, whether it is exams, activities or other things."

"Isn't it good to have a plan?"

Luo Zijun waved his hand: "It's not that it's not good, I have a friend who also likes to make plans, and he also has a small book, where he will list the things to be done in order, and cross out one after the other. "

Fang Yiting looked at him, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Then one day, he discovered that the plan could never keep up with the changes. Those things that were once listed in the notebook and never crossed out could only be slapped in the face over and over again."

"You are too realistic, who can guarantee that all the decisions in your life are the most correct? It would be boring not to give it a go."

Luo Zijun drank all the coffee in the cup in one go, got up and left without saying a word.

Fang Yiting stood at the window, watching him go to the classroom to pick up the child and leave in a hurry.Luo Zijun put his hands on Du Chengyi's shoulders, held half of his body in his arms, and rubbed his hair from time to time.

She suddenly remembered that the first time she fell in love with Luo Zijun was because her life in college was so boring. She set countless big and small goals for herself, went to class and finished class in a regular manner every day, and even Even the requirements for finding a boyfriend are listed clearly, and because of this, many people who pursue him are rejected.

And that time, she happened to pass by the lecture theater at night, and through the half-open door, she saw Luo Zijun, who was directing the actors to rehearse the play. A window was opened alone, shining brightly.

But in the end, she still didn't have the courage to go out from the closed house.

And this time, she knew that their lives would never intersect.

Without the help from the school, Luo Zijun had to find another way out. As for Du Chengyi's father, he originally wanted to ask the child's mother again, but because she had gone abroad and her mobile phone was disabled, it would be impossible to call again. Already empty.

It may be to bid farewell to their past completely, and some people can even give up their own flesh and blood.

Later, Luo Zijun went to the local archives of the old house, and wanted to start with the genealogy to find out about his ancestors. Unfortunately, the archives had very few things that could be borrowed by outsiders.

Several things were temporarily deadlocked at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, the autumn wind swept away, and it was the end of the year again.

The teacher in the class asked me to write an essay about how to celebrate the New Year at home every year, no less than [-] words.

The group of students who usually complain when they see writing essays, this time, they are all smooth and smooth, and they have changed their tricks to bring out all kinds of old things at home. On the day of reporting to the God of Wealth, it was not the same.

Lin Xiaoyuan flipped through Ducheng Yi's book, and without exception, it was his Uncle Luo who wrote about it. Children usually cook at home. When it comes to Chinese New Year, Luo Zijun is of course not willing to part with it. Those who have worked hard will be rewarded well at the end of the year, so Every year he changed the way to serve delicious food and drinks, and he booked a private room in a restaurant with a beautiful environment and authentic taste early on, and the two of them ate and drank a lot.Or just two people going out to play, from the playground to the zoo to the resort, there is nothing that Mr. Luo can't think of.

Lin Xiaoyuan curled her lips enviously: "Your life is really good."

Du Chengyi looked at his empty notebook, thought of his family's situation, and asked, "What are your family's plans for the New Year?"

"If you have any plans, thank God if my dad doesn't come."

Du Chengyi said: "Then you come to my house to celebrate the New Year."

Lin Xiaoyuan immediately thought of Luo Zijun's vicious eyes, and was a little frightened, shaking his head like a rattle: "You and your uncle, why should I join in the fun?"

Du Chengyi replied to him solemnly: "This year there are Xu Chen and Uncle Li Liang, so don't come and drag them down."

As soon as Lin Xiaoyuan heard that there was someone else, she got excited: "Then I'll go!"

On the first day of the new year, Lin Xiaoyuan ran to Luo Zijun's house early in the morning without fear of death, and slammed the door loudly. He was almost thrown out by Mr. Luo who took Duchengyi to set off fireworks all night and was catching up on sleep, but at least the child knew He brought some food and drink, and stood at the door in a red suit with a smile on his face, making a decent New Year greeting: "Uncle, Happy New Year!"

All right, don't hit the smiling man with your hand, and save his life.

Luo Zijun yawned and went to wash up. While making breakfast, Du Chengyi told Lin Xiaoyuan that a large group of cronies and friends were coming today, and he would introduce him later.

Lin Xiaoyuan was not a shy person at all, and he also met Xu Chen and Li Liang at the school sports meeting last time, so he happily agreed.

In the afternoon, Xu Chen and Li Liang really came first.

A few adults got together and chatted, Lin Xiaoyuan was a little bored at home, so he asked Du Chengyi on a whim: "Do you want to dye your hair?"

Du Chengyi blinked his eyes and didn't quite understand.

"Dye your hair! New year, new atmosphere! Hey, you don't know, yesterday I saw the classmate next door on the street, and said that it was Chinese New Year, and my mother took her to dye her amaranth red hair, with a little curly hair. Kind of, it’s as pretty as a doll!”

Du Chengyi listens and wrestles with a giant pomelo.

Banhua?who?Can not remember.I can't remember the name or face.

Seeing that he still didn't respond at all, Lin Xiaoyuan approached him reluctantly: "Oh, your uncles didn't come anyway, so hurry up and accompany me to dye my hair."

Du Chengyi was so entangled by him that he couldn't help it, so he yelled at the three adults who were talking on the balcony, regardless of whether they heard it or not, he stumbled and was dragged out of the house by Lin Xiaoyuan.

When they came back two hours later, the room was already full of adults, several pairs of eyes were staring at Du Chengyi's grandma's head, and no one spoke.

Du Chengyi was a little uneasy, and kept pulling at his hair until Luo Zijun came over and hugged his face and kissed him, then he asked cautiously: "The barber said this color is suitable...does it look good?"

"It's beautiful, very beautiful."

Teacher Luo's tongue is tied.

Not only was she good-looking, she was also gentle like an angel, and the dimpled beauty who often appeared in his dreams also had silvery white hair. At this moment, the faces of the two miraculously overlapped.

Du Chengyi pursed his lips happily.

Lin Xiaoyuan's eyes fell on a man in a turtleneck sweater leaning against the balcony.

She has beautiful short maroon hair, fiery red and eye-catching.