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"This sentence, Mr. Secretary, please bring it to Mr. Feng." After Tan Zhao finished speaking, he turned and went back to find Feng Xiulan.

The secretary was taken aback, he didn't expect the current high school class teacher to be so sharp, but he probably couldn't bring this sentence, unless he wanted to lose his job.

Tan Zhao didn't expect that the other party would really bring his words to bear. This irresponsible parent would not be stopped even by knives from the sky.

"Let's go, do you still want to be hospitalized?"

Feng Xiulan stubbornly leaned on crutches and was determined not to be a wheelchair. Tan Zhao had no choice but to let him walk back to Daping level slowly.Thanks to the elevator floor, otherwise climbing stairs would be a problem.

Tan Zhao delivered the people, put down the medicine, and prepared to withdraw.

As soon as he walked to the door, there was the sound of the crutches falling from behind him. As soon as he turned his head, he saw the little classmate looking awkward: "Ms. Su..."

"Ok?"

"If Teacher Su has no place to go, you can... you can come back and live."

Tan Zhao was taken aback, and leaned lazily against the door. His outstanding appearance gave him a different kind of radiance: "Mr. Su has somewhere to go, so why can't he come and stay?"

These words made Feng Dangdang's little classmate unable to answer.

"Okay, I'm not kidding you. Some time ago, the teacher was relatively tight on money. Now that the teacher is paid, what is it like to stay at the student's house? If you have something to do, you can call the teacher on WeChat, be good."

From birth to now, Feng Xiulan...was the first time to be coaxed like this. His ears were red and he didn't know what to say. When he saw that the person was about to leave, he blurted out: "It's not bad, I can rent it to the teacher."

"really?"

That afternoon, Tan Zhao took his suitcase and moved into the flat floor of the luxurious community again. The rent was [-], which was considered cheap. The schoolmates originally only charged [-], but although Tan Zhao didn’t know much about prices, I also know that one hundred is definitely not enough.

"Just celebrate the teacher moving to a new house, let's go to the restaurant."

As long as Tan has some money in his pocket, he wants to spend them. Anyway, if he has no money, he can still eat in the cafeteria. Of course he came here out of his temper.

After eating, the two walked back. Feng Xiulan was still leaning on crutches, but Tan Zhao walked behind him on the outside, and suddenly said, "The police station needs you to make a statement."

Feng Xiulan responded in a low voice: "Oh."

"Aren't you curious who bought them off to beat you?"

Feng Xiulan was silent this time.

After entering the door, Feng Juvenile suddenly said, "I know who it is, but it's useless."

It's useless, he was born with original sin, and those who know him think he was born with bad blood, but it doesn't matter, as long as a while, he will be able to leave here and go to a place where no one knows him.

As for Mr. Su... Feng Xiulan lowered his eyes, he is a good person.

This has obviously touched the heart of the young man. There are blood scabs on it, but blood is still oozing. The love and hatred of young people are always clearer. Even if he wraps up Feng Juvenile coldly, I am afraid that only Feng Xiulan knows what is going on inside. .

Tan Zhao didn't rashly tear off the scab for others.

The second day was Sunday, and Tan Zhao was going to go to the bookstore. After asking Feng Shaonian if he could not go, he went out alone.

But just as he walked out of the community, a person who looked like a bodyguard stopped him: "Excuse me, is this Teacher Su Jinglin Su?"

"I am, I don't know..."

"My husband treats you to a cup of tea."

The so-called tea has no good tea. Tan Zhao looked at the private car listening not far away. Although he didn't know much about cars, he could probably guess its good price: "Okay."

After driving to the teahouse, Tan Zhao finally saw the true face of this gentleman after passing through three gates.

Unexpectedly, it was a young man in his thirties. Of course, the other party claimed to be Feng.

Feng, this word passed Tan Zhao's throat, but he didn't take the initiative to say it.

"Mr. Su, Uncle is not at home. I heard that Xiu Lan injured her leg. I wonder what's going on?"

Feng Xiulan was born with delicate features, even though he has been growing wildly for many years, he can hardly conceal his handsomeness. This young man surnamed Feng has much rougher facial features, but there are two points of resemblance between his eyebrows.

It's Feng Juvenile's relatives, Tan Zhao shook his head: "Since Mr. Feng is concerned, why bother to ask me, an outsider, wouldn't it be better to go directly to Feng Xiulan?"

"..." I don't know what is good or bad, Mr. Feng's face flashed a trace of impatience, "Mr. Su doesn't know something. My Xiulan has had some conflicts with the family in recent years, and she doesn't want to see us relatives."

"Ah?" Tan Zhao expressed doubts in a timely manner.

This Mr. Feng was embarrassed for a moment, and immediately told Feng Xiulan's matter happily: "You are Xiulan's teacher, and I will not hide it from you, when Xiulan was born..."

After Tan Zhao heard it, his face was blank. He, who has been in ancient times for so long, is not superstitious like these people.

In fact, Tan Zhao had imagined that a stepmother would lead to a stepfather, and the two sons took over the family property, but in fact, the truth is far more absurd than the imagination.

Feng's parents are Feng Xiulan's biological parents, and from Mr. Feng's description, the two are very affectionate. They have two sons, and Feng Xiulan is the youngest son.

The longer the so-called business was done, the more superstitious it became. When Feng's mother was pregnant, she was pregnant with twins, but when she gave birth, only Feng Xiulan survived.

Mr. Feng asked Mr. Feng Shui about it, and he said that Feng Xiulan's horoscopes rushed to kill all directions, and he "robbed" his sister's nutrients in his mother's womb.

The Feng couple originally wanted a daughter, and after hearing such words, they immediately sent Feng Xiulan to grandma's house without even picking a name. It is said that grandma chose Feng Xiulan's name.

A few years ago, Feng Xiulan's grandmother died of illness, and it was considered "reasonable" to have died.

"Mr. Feng, I thought the feudal superstition was unnecessary for so many years. When I saw you today, I think the country is very farsighted." Tan Zhaoru said.

"you--"

"Since Mr. Feng has nothing to say, I'm leaving."

As soon as Tan Zhao stood up, a voice came from the opposite side, full of threats: "Ms. Su, as a high school teacher, shouldn't let others know that you are a bad gambler?"

Tsk, this threatening appearance is exactly the same as Brother Hu who runs an underground casino, and Brother Hu is now eating in prison: "Do you have any evidence?"

"I..." Of course there is evidence.

This is of course not finished, because when Tan Zhao said this, he crushed a teacup into powder lightly, just like threatening people in a martial arts novel: "Do you know who reported Brother Hu's casino? ? Young man, the news is not well-informed."

This Mr. Feng has already started to feel a little apprehensive. These days, the Chinese teacher is more handsome than him, but he has such a hard idea: "You, aren't you afraid that Brother Hu will come out to retaliate against you?"

Tan Zhao didn't sit down again, wiped off the powder in his hands, and pushed his gold-rimmed glasses: "Do you think he didn't do it?"

"Before you threaten someone next time, remember to ask more clearly. Mr. Feng, please remember that I am just an ordinary Chinese teacher, not a bad gambler." Tan Zhao straightened his sleeves, walked to the door, and added, " If there are any rumors outside, I will be more than happy to come to see Mr. Feng for tea, after all, I am alone, so I have nothing to be afraid of."

After coming out of the teahouse, Tan Zhao went to the bookstore, but no one invited him to drink tea this time.

This Mr. Feng talked so much with him inexplicably. He talked about Feng's father, Feng's mother and even a large group of relatives in the Feng family, but he didn't talk about Feng's eldest son.

Tsk, this family business is more troublesome than seizing the heirloom in ancient times, which is not very interesting.

Carrying the book back, he packed two vegetables and went back. It was already dark, Tan Zhao opened the door and went in, and saw a pair of dark eyes at the entrance in the darkness.

"Oh my god, you're trying to scare people to death!"

Feng Xiulan, who was originally in a daze, suddenly brightened his eyes: "Teacher Su?"

Tan Zhao turned on the light in the hallway: "If it wasn't for me, I could still be a ghost. I want you to do your homework well. What are you doing here?"

Feng Xiulan was stupidly carried to the sofa with one hand and stuffed with a cup of warm milk tea, then he blinked: "Did he...didn't tell you?"

Tan Zhaogang sent the book back to the room, and now returned to the porch to deliver the packed meals to the dining table: "You saw it, is he really your relative?"

The young man mumbled and didn't speak.

"I said something specious. You are the teacher's student. Although you fight and skip class and your grades are poor, the teacher believes that you are a good boy. There is no reason to trust him and not you?" Tan Zhao took out two sets of bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen, The words are easy and natural.

"what?"

"Ah, what, you hurt your leg and not your hand, do you still want the teacher to feed you?"

Feng Xiulan quickly refused, that would be scary, okay?

After finishing the meal with difficulty, he wanted to ask several times in the middle, but was blocked by the meal several times. After taking the medicine after the meal, Feng Juvenile finally couldn't hold back: "Mr. Su, those are all true."

"What's true?" Tan Zhao put the bowl into the dishwasher. Well, the dishwasher is really a great invention of mankind. "It's nothing more than the feudal superstition of the older generation. You say you are a young high school student." , If you don’t study hard and think about it all day long, no wonder your grades are so poor.”

"No, my poor grades are just because I didn't pay attention to the class!"

Tan Zhao stretched out his hand and rubbed the boy's head: "In front of the teacher, it's okay for you not to listen to the class well!"

"I..." I was speechless.

Tan Zhao's voice suddenly became warm: "You didn't do anything wrong, from the beginning to the end, so children, five years of college entrance examination and three years of simulation, understand?"

Feng Xiulan touched Mr. Su's eyes, though he was clearly through the cold glasses, but he still didn't dare to look at him. He was good at facing the malice of others, but he never knew how to deal with the kindness of others. After thinking about it, he still said He came up with his own idea: "Mr. Su, I don't want to study."