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Yuantian Middle School in Yanping County, with a white wall, a green iron gate, and a fluttering national flag.

Xing Ren stood at the trash can on the left side of the door, taking his last sip of cigarettes for the day, and when he was done, he puffed hard, puffing out clouds like a drug scene.

Xing Ren stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can, and walked up the stairs with a mint in his mouth.

Yuantian Middle School is Xing Ren's alma mater, and the gatekeeper is still the same as before. Xing Ren wanted to show his face to go in, but he was ruthlessly rejected by the gate.

Uncle said blankly, "ID card."

Xing Ren, a communist propagandist who looked like a good young man in a suit and leather shoes, said with a smirk, "Uncle Li, you don't remember me!"

Abo's eyelids rolled up: "What are you doing to me with a face that has been adjusted? ID card!"

Xing Ren, who "had his face corrected", took out his ID card silently.

Uncle's gaze was like a banknote detector for verifying his identity, going up and down between the two three times before unlocking the sliding door: "No wonder you look familiar."

I am really thankful to you, I am familiar with you as if you are interrogating a prisoner... Xing Ren smiled and said: "The background is still there."

Uncle Li ignored his insinuations and locked the door: "The principal is waiting for you upstairs."

The principal's office is on the second floor, and Xing Ren is here for an interview.

Xing Ren stood in the spacious place under the office building, looking around, every student who left school seemed to meet the fate of renovating the school as soon as they graduated.

It had been six years since he had last been here, and the tree was the same, but not the garden surrounding it.

Xing Ren swallowed the thin mints that could break when touched, and the coolness spread along his throat, fighting against him with some inexplicable emotions.

Xing Ren turned and walked into the stairs, only the sound of his footsteps in the silent space.

The principal's office is still in the old place, but the door from more than ten years ago has also been renovated along with it.

Scarlet vermilion.

It made him embarrassed to knock on the door heavily.

But the voice inside was unambiguous at all.

With a heavy weight in his hand, Xing Ren pushed open the door with great heaviness.

Sitting behind the desk at the entrance of the eye is a kind old man with gray temples and glasses.

The old principal was like a child who saw himself away from home for many years, and said kindly: "You are here."

Xing Ren smiled: "Principal."

The principal beckoned to him: "Come and sit."

Xing Ren turned and closed the door, went to sit down opposite the principal.

The headmaster said with a serious expression: "I have read all your materials, and there is no problem with the school, what about you?"

"It just so happens that neither do I."

Hearing Xing Ren's words, the headmaster put away his official business sign and smiled, drooping his eyebrows.

In fact, the principal has already passed the retirement age, and the Education Bureau has repeatedly advised him to retire from the front line to enjoy the rest of his life, but the teachers and students of Yuantian Middle School have long regarded him as the treasure of the town school, and have been reluctant to let him retire, so the principal has nothing left. Its use remained.

Originally, there was no need for the principal to come forward for this interview, but the two of them were not only future subordinates, but also former teachers and students.

Not seen for many years, the principal misses him very much.

Just looking at his face, the principal is a blessed person. He has been a teacher for many years, which makes him exude an unmatched elegance, as quiet as water, and as gentle as the sun.

Today, he looked at his proud student, as if he had finally returned to his hometown, a taste of his long-cherished wish for many years.

Holding his breath of relief and frustration, he stretched out and said, "Xingren, you have grown up."

Xing Ren suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

The principal taught him Chinese for three years, and he made a person who couldn't even understand the part of speech of "Hua Zhe" feel uneasy because of the sentence "You have grown up."

He couldn't help feeling a little thankful that he didn't return what the principal gave him.

"Two years to thirty."

The principal said with emotion: "Yeah, that kid in my family is already a father... Have you ever returned home?"

"Go back, my dad won't see me."

The principal laughed and said, "Do you still want him to yell out 'my son is back'? You were the one who left without saying a word."

Xing Ren couldn't answer.

"Then do you plan to live at home or at school?"

"School, I don't have much money to support teaching these years, and my father is so angry that he has no money to pay for hospitalization."

The headmaster looked at a certain filial son who 'discovered his conscience' with a smile.

There are more than 30 teachers in the school, and the dormitories are all well-equipped. Xing Ren inherited the "real estate" of the previous teacher and lived in the lower courtyard of the teachers' dormitory building.

The layout of the dormitory building is still the same as it was more than ten years ago, like a straight line, one vertical and one vertical, with five rooms connected in parallel, but the outside of the bungalows is painted with a layer of whitewash, which symbolizes that they have changed their appearance.

Xing Ren lived in the second room of the fifth column, and there was a lush loquat tree in front of the room.

The bungalows with white walls and gray roofs have a carefree meaning of "drunk in the east garden and drunk in the west garden, picking all the loquats and one tree of gold".

Shit... the fluff on the loquat leaf can cover his face.

Xing Ren said to the aunt who manages the dormitory keys: "Do I have any other options?"

The aunt looked at the person who was about to resist and said, "I accept the shared rent."

Xing Ren took the key obediently: "You can't take advantage of me just because I'm young."

"I see you are handsome."

Xing Ren was speechless.

The aunt said: "Teacher Fang doesn't often live in the dormitory, you can discuss it with him."

The corner of Xing Ren's mouth twitched: "Beauty is indeed the most basic bridge for communication between people."

Then he got the phone number of Teacher Fang by relying on the bridge built with Hue.

It's a local number. When Xing Ren was thinking about asking in local dialect, it was already connected.

The other side spoke first: "Hello."

Xing Ren was taken aback, not because the voice was familiar, but because the low but unrefined tone reached directly to his heart.

Xing Ren came back to his senses, and said in Mandarin: "Mr. Fang, hello. I'm Xing Ren who reported today. I'm sorry to bother you. I want to discuss some personal issues with you. Are you free now?"

He said in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Xing Rendao: "I want to change dorms with you for personal reasons."

"are you in school?"

"Ah."

The other side said: "I'm going over now, you wait for me for a while." Then hung up the phone.

Xing Ren frowned at the phone screen, why did he feel that Teacher Fang was more anxious than him?

Xing Ren didn't know, so he put the bag aside and sat at the door waiting for someone.

Teacher Fang was really in a hurry, and 10 minutes later, he appeared in front of Xing Ren in a dusty manner.

On a sunny afternoon, the scorching sun streamed over the eaves, casting a shadow in front of Xing Ren's eyes.

Xing Ren raised his head and met his eyes. For the first time, he realized that beauty is really not a good thing.

The information was wrong, and Xing Ren ran headlong into the enemy's wolf den and tiger den with all his innocence, and was caught in a proper urn.

Xing Ren's heart skipped a beat, as if his viscera were turned upside down, and he lost his breath for a moment: "You..."

Fang Zhongyao, who had a delicate face, smiled lightly: "Student Xing, long time no see."

Enemy had a narrow road, and the trivial matter of changing dormitories was blown by the wind of former love and old hatred, and turned into a tornado storm of "you won't give up until you give me an explanation".

The author has something to say: Before writing "One Two One Two Hey", let's have an appetizer first, and the little fairies will see if they want to collect it first.