fall in love with me 15 years later

The doctor is applying red medicine to Yang Hao's wound.

It was painted in a large area of ​​red, and it looked very serious. Yang Hao had already held back his tears when passers-by carried him to the hospital.Sitting next to Yang Hao was a four or five-year-old boy, holding his broken arm, staring at him curiously with his round eyes.

Feeling too shameful to shed tears in front of children, Yang Hao bit his lower lip and held back, his expression looked particularly funny. "Doctor, is my leg really not broken?" Yang Hao asked pitifully after applying the potion, still clutching the hand of the kind passerby.Zhang Shiqian pouted at the side, and rolled his eyes silently in his heart. The two of them had never let go of their hands on the road, and they didn't know who this little fool Yang Hao knew better.

"It's not broken. It's okay. It's normal for young people to bump into bumps. When you go back, be careful not to get water on the wound. Go back." The doctor threw away the cotton swab and knelt down to look at the child's wound.

"Ah... ah... okay, thank you doctor." Yang Hao stood up tremblingly, holding the hands of passers-by tightly, probably recovering, and he was embarrassed to ask someone to carry him again. Bounced out of the consulting room.Zhang Shiqian sighed, picked up his schoolbag and followed him out.

The passers-by probably feared that he would fall, so they followed him closely and jumped for a while, Yang Hao probably lost his strength, leaning against the wall and gasping for breath, "I can't... I... it's too strenuous to walk on one leg. "Zhang Shiqian is in a bit of a dilemma. They are on the second floor now. Although he is taller than Yang Hao, Yang Hao has more flesh than him. With his small arms and legs, he is afraid that he will fall down if he is not supported when he goes downstairs. .He looked at the passers-by with some embarrassment, and the passers-by naturally understood what he meant, "Hold it firmly." Before Yang Hao could react to what to hug, his eyes blurred, the passers-by had already picked him up, and Yang Hao's hand had already conditioned reflex He hugged the passerby's neck tightly, and was carried downstairs with a dumbfounded expression.Xiao Zhang, who was holding a schoolbag next to him, somehow felt uncomfortable in his eyes.

A passer-by stopped a taxi for the two of them, and after closing the door, Yang Hao came to his senses, leaned against the window, and asked loudly: "Brother! What's your name? Can you give me a call! Treat you to dinner another day! Thank you!" "

The passer-by waved to him with a smile on his face: "You don't need to remember my name, just call me brother, see you again when you have a chance, goodbye." As soon as the words fell, the taxi driver followed the oncoming traffic and rushed out.

Yang Hao kept looking back, until the car turned a corner, he turned his head reluctantly, and sighed: "Oh! It's so powerful, must you have seen it! The muscles on his arms! Fighting so hard!" Zhang Shi Qian could see the stars in his eyes, but he was also quite envious in his heart.

In the hearts of boys of this age, a man who fights well is always more desirable than a man who is good at solving problems.

The two of them were not far away, and the car was parked in front of Yang Hao's house.Mother Yang, who opened the door, was startled when she saw her son's knee, and quickly helped him in.

"Haohao, what's the matter? Shiqian, are you okay?" Mother Yang asked anxiously.

"Auntie, I'm fine, Yang Hao, he..." Yang Hao gave him a wink from the side, "He accidentally fell down while picking up a ball for a kid in the park." Yang Hao handed over an 'OK Brother's satisfied eyes.

Mother Yang was a little skeptical, looking at her son, Yang Hao nodded vigorously, it seemed that she was hiding something.Mother Yang didn't ask too much. It's normal for a boy of this age to have bumps and bumps. His knees are scraped and there are no other injuries on his body. It doesn't look like he was fighting.Yang Hao and Zhang Shiqian had a good time, and they knew each other well. Shiqian was a very sensible kid.Mother Yang didn't ask further, seeing that the wound had been treated, she cut fruit for the two of them and started preparing lunch.

Seeing that Yang Hao had concealed it, he breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back, and slumped on the sofa to eat grapes, without throwing up the skin or seeds.Pat the sofa cushions so that Zhang Shiqian can also lean on them.Seeing him like this, Zhang Shiqian didn't move. He was still sitting upright. He took a piece of cantaloupe from the plate and bit it down. It was sweet and watery.

Every vacation without homework always flies by.

Yang Hao's leg injury has healed, and he was alive and kicking when school started, but there were still some white marks on his knees.Zhang Shiqian found out that they were assigned to the same class again. He wondered if Yang Hao's father had tampered with it, but Yang Hao refused to admit it, and took Zhang Shiqian's hand with a serious face and said that everything was fate.When reporting to the class, he happily sat next to Zhang Shiqian, then pretended to suddenly notice the person next to him, turned his head and said, "What a coincidence! Classmate! I think you look familiar! Is your name Wan Wan?" Zhang Shiqian felt so stupid, ignored him, and turned his head to look out the window.

This time the location was still the same as in high school, Zhang Shiqian chose the window seat, the classroom was on the third floor, and the parking lot next to the garden was below.A car came to the parking lot, stopped steadily and got off a person. Zhang Shiqian felt familiar. When the person walked to the teaching building, he found that the person was the passerby that day. .After a while, passers-by appeared in the classroom.

"Come on, students find a seat and sit down. Let me introduce myself, I am your new class teacher, my surname is Zhong, Zhong Qilan, everyone can call me Teacher Zhong from now on." After speaking, he looked around the classroom with a smile.Teacher Zhong felt a particularly fiery gaze, and when he met the gaze, he was a little surprised that the two children he saved that day turned out to be his students.

Yang Hao was even more surprised, Mr. Zhong was his teacher who fought so hard!Looking at Zhong Qilan's eyes was a little more worshipful.But this kind of admiration didn't last long. After knowing the subjects taught by Mr. Zhong, Yang Hao's eyes became a little strange.

"Chinese!! He actually teaches Chinese!!" Yang Hao gritted his teeth with a ferocious face.

"Why can't he teach Chinese?" Zhang Shiqian was writing the name of the new textbook that was handed out, with a sharp pen.

"I...my Chinese is so poor, I'm ashamed." Yang Hao lay on the table, rolling a round eraser with his fingers, feeling hopeless.

"That's right, let him make up your lessons and see if you can recite a few more poems." Zhang Shiqian didn't even lift his head.

"Oh, you don't understand, I still want to recognize him as a big brother, teach me to fight and build muscles... or something." Yang Hao buttoned the Chinese paperwork again.

"..." Looking for a teacher to learn to fight?Zhang Shiqian felt that his deskmate was mentally retarded more than once.

Teacher Zhong is very gentle, with gold-rimmed glasses, elegant and handsome, wearing a white shirt and black trousers to give lectures, which made the little girls in the class see the charm of adults for the first time.I am full of energy and concentrate on every Chinese class, and I am afraid that I will not be able to answer Teacher Zhong's questions.The male students also felt that Mr. Zhong was very knowledgeable and listened carefully in class.Except for one person.

"Yang Hao, tell me which question to choose for this question?" Mr. Zhong had an encouraging smile on his face, and Yang Hao stood up with a troubled face. This question asked to choose the group with the correct phonetic notation.Yang Hao was secretly praying below just now, don't call me, don't call me...but it didn't help.

After carefully reading it several times, but every pinyin seems to be correct, Yang Hao gritted his teeth, "Choose...C!"

"Are you sure?" Teacher Zhong smiled softly.

Yang Hao was unsure again, "Then choose...B?"

"...Are you sure this time?"

"...Let's choose C."

"..." Teacher Zhong smiled a little stiffly, nodded and let Yang Hao sit down with a sluggish face, "Students, choose A for this question, let's look at the first option..."

The villain in Yang Hao's heart was crying, and his eyes were desperately writing and drawing on the test paper.He is good at other subjects, only Chinese, barely enough to reach [-]% in the senior high school entrance examination, Yang Hao was thinking during the holidays, I hope the Chinese teacher in high school is a gentle big sister, not like the Chinese teacher in junior high school, the old man is always fierce It is said that his composition is like a fly's dinner.

The Chinese teacher in high school is indeed very gentle and nice, but the image of him fighting is always in Yang Hao's mind. Yang Hao always feels that if he answers incorrectly, he will be thrown out.

But Teacher Zhong has never been mean to him once, and even offered to help him make up lessons after school. Yang Hao was very moved, "Mr. Zhong, I..." "I don't mind if you call me brother. Teacher Zhong smiled softly, and Yang Hao remembered how he was crying that day, holding Zhong Qilan's hand until he hiccupped and blushed.Cautiously raised his head and looked at Zhong Qilan for a few times, Zhong Qilan was inexplicably embarrassed by the fanatical gaze, and was about to speak when he heard Yang Hao say, "Teacher...I..." Yang Hao swallowed He spit and worked up his courage "Can you teach me how to fight?"

"..." Teacher Zhong felt a little disappointed inexplicably, but was more surprised at how Yang Hao made this request, and suddenly remembered the day he met Yang Hao in his mind.Teacher Zhong thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Yes, but you have to complete the task I assigned you first."

On the other side, Zhang Shiqian, who left school first, was sitting on the bus with songs playing in his earphones.He got off the car at the commercial street. Today, there are new books in the bookstore. Zhang Shiqian came to see if there was any book he wanted.It was evening now, the crowd was bustling, and the sweet aroma wafted from the cake shop next to it. Zhang Shiqian passed by all kinds of people.The office workers who just got off work are talking on the phone, not knowing who they are talking about, and frowning slightly; the well-dressed girl walks by with a smile on her arm; the young couple hugs and tie their hands after dinner Xiao Zhuang's daughter came out for a walk, and the child smiled happily holding a candied haws.

Zhang Shiqian likes this kind of atmosphere very much. Everyone lives in a real way. Everyone has their own troubles and joys, but time will always change everything.

When the light turned green, Zhang Shiqian took off his earphones and prepared to cross the road.Putting the earphones into the bag, when he raised his head, his eyes inadvertently met with a man walking across, Zhang Shiqian was stunned, and an inexplicable feeling surged up from the soles of his feet, holding him back when he was about to move forward. steps.