The floating world sinks slightly

The weather was getting colder, Mo Chengshen looked at the white mist from the hot air in his mouth on the window, and drew random shapes on it with his hands.

It's time for a holiday again, he thought quietly.

Listening to Li Haoyu's narration, the goddess teacher's wedding is roughly around the Spring Festival. She and her husband invited many people to witness their happiness together.

Mo Chengshen also wanted to take a look. It would be a lie to say that he wanted to witness happiness or something. He just wanted to take a look and see the world. If possible, it would be okay to send blessings.

To be able to walk hand in hand with the goddess teacher for a lifetime, oh no, the times have changed a long time ago, so let's go through a journey side by side.What kind of outstanding demeanor is that person, and how is he compared to Mr. Xia.

Of course, he could only think about it, Meng Xiuyan didn't know him well, so naturally he couldn't be qualified to attend her wedding.

As for Teacher Xia, Teacher Xia has such a good relationship with her, so she will definitely go.Then Teacher Xia, what kind of mentality would he go there with?

Mo Cheng didn't know about it, and of course he didn't know that Mr. Xia just followed suit, wrapped a big red envelope in advance, and then claimed to be sick on the wedding day, so he didn't attend.

Another new year is coming, the new year is a time to congratulate each other, all kinds of text messages and phone calls are flying all over the sky, and the complicated text and voice can be summed up, but it is just two simple words, happy.

Mo Chengshen was holding his mobile phone on New Year's Eve, wondering whether he should send Teacher Xia a text message of blessing.

After thinking about it for a long time, it was estimated that the other party did not have his own mobile phone number, so he typed four simple words on the screen, Happy New Year.There is no punctuation, no signature, and no extra sentence of repetition, just sent it over.

I was a little apprehensive when I sent it, Teacher Xia, will you block all text messages and calls from unfamiliar numbers?

You too, happy new year.Mo Chengshen didn't think about it for long, and soon Teacher Xia's reply message was sent.

Mo Chengshen jumped for joy in an instant. Although he knew that the teacher might just answer politely, he still wanted to lie to himself once. The teacher must know that it was his blessing. He accepted it, and then turned around to wish himself that everything was fine. good.

It's so fake.

So what is real? If it must be so serious, it must be that the teacher and I are listening to the crackling of firecrackers outside the window at this moment.

Mo Chengshen admires the Chinese people's obsession with setting off fireworks and firecrackers on New Year's Eve and New Year's Day. This thing pollutes the environment and confetti flies everywhere. Apart from a burst of crackling noise, I really can't hear anything else. On the contrary, there are often news about children being injured in bombings.

It is said that such a thing that has all kinds of harm but no benefit should have been buried in the dust of history long ago, but it still exists tenaciously, expressing the original excitement and joy with the most simple voice, Mo Cheng is deep in his heart. If you are dissatisfied, what ability will you have to stop the happy family reunion of thousands of families outside?

People have been used to it for thousands of years. In this era, it is said that the changes are fast, but there are some things, even if the tall buildings collapse, the country changes hands, and the country cannot be a country; all there.No matter what earth-shaking revolutions, earth-shattering changes, or eras that change the past and open up the present are created, it will still be here.

What great and lofty characters and heroes, what laws and regulations for national celebrations, what repeated orders and prohibitions are useless, everything will fade, only it will be passed on, and it has been passed on forever, as if it is integrated into everyone's blood and blood, branded for generations. Immortal traces.

After the start of school, Mo Chengshen's life is still running around in classrooms, canteens and dormitories at three o'clock and one line, but spring has come, and the grass and trees have begun to sprout.

Probably one of the most notable characteristics of spring is that people's hearts are easy to float, and then they are more likely to fall asleep.

What do you think is the least important subject for high school students? Obviously, it is Chinese.

This answer has no distinction between literature and reason, and everyone agrees by default. The accumulation of Chinese language is high, and the score improvement is slow. Even if it takes a lot of time, it is difficult to have obvious results at 01:30.

So living on laurels has become the main normal state of everyone, Zhang Fen's temper is still irritable, no matter how well she conceals it.

It is understandable for one or two children to fall asleep, maybe she will feel a little bit distressed.

But one-third of the class was on the ground, the other one-third was doing science questions, and most of the remaining one-third had dull eyes. Few of them really followed her train of thought. What the hell is this?

She still got angry, and the birds on the branches outside the window flew away in fright.

The students raised their heads and looked at her nonchalantly. What else could they say? Zhang Fen was a little discouraged.

She is trying to calm down her anger, you guys go to sleep, it would be good to wake up at night and do a few more theoretical questions. It is also the honor of her class teacher to raise her total score a bit.

Mo Chengshen was still awake and did not do anything else. Although he also thought that learning Chinese was a waste of time, out of respect for the head teacher, he would still give some face in class.

When I saw the goddess at the beginning of school, she was no longer slender and slender, and the loose spring clothes could not cover her slightly raised belly.

Married with a child, she fainted at the beginning was really because of this child, but she naively thought that there was another reason. The most stupid person has always been me.Mo Cheng thought deeply.

And he will never forget what he heard that day, "Get a divorce, Xiuyan, if I marry you, the child will be born and I will raise it."

"Don't be ridiculous, Mr. Xia, are you dreaming? Even if I divorce him, it's impossible for the child to be born to you."

Cold and distant.They were as close as lovers in the past, but now they have come to this point, and Mo Chengshen also feels sorry for them.

Like a female student in junior high school, he made up a big drama in his head.For the sake of power and wealth, the young female teacher abandoned her boyfriend for many years, and decisively clung to the olive branches offered by other men, and finally got her wish by marrying her son.

I always forgot to mention that the goddess married to the son of the director of the Provincial Department of Education, named Wang Seyuan.

Mo Chengshen knew that people of their age would have too many unavoidable things of their own, but no matter what, a woman shouldn't be so unfeeling.

It's been so long, has Teacher Xia not come out of the shadow of broken love?

Mo Chengshen didn't know, and he didn't have any position to know.