Pure Love Guide ABO

The wood carving thing ended in a very dramatic way.Tang Zhuangzhuang told the story while Tang Jiajia's mother was playing mahjong, but Tang Jiajia's mother not only didn't care, but also gave him five yuan to let him play.

But my troubles didn't end there.

When I had completely forgotten about the composition contest, my grandpa suddenly received a call, saying that my composition had won an excellent award, and asked my family to give me an address so that the organizer could send the money.

Grandpa was very pleasantly surprised, but soon lost his face again.

Because he heard that the title of my composition is "My Mother".

Grandpa didn't scold me.But I could see he was angry.

In this family, my parents will always be a taboo topic.For several days, my grandfather hardly talked to me except for cooking.

I feel bad, but I don't know what to say about it.I like grandpa, but I have always been afraid of him.

This situation, once again, I can only look to others to find a solution.But the Tang Jiajia brothers and sisters who can be used are not good at all.Tang Jiajia became quiet after crying and running in the corridor that time, and became frizzy when she spoke, either "I don't know" or "whatever".

She is like this, I dare not continue to ask, let alone mention that matter.

And Tang Zhuangzhuang was very surprised by this, and asked me why I didn't have parents.He also asked me if I jumped out of the rock.

Good question, I would also like to know.

Worry to death.For the first time, I really realized what this "autumn mood" is like for most poets.

So I turned my attention to the strange netizen.It's just that I squatted next to the computer in the canteen all afternoon, and I didn't squat anyone out.

Finally, I bit the bullet and decided to do the same to Tang Jiajia's previous experience of seeking help-call Teacher Jiang.

Let Mr. Jiang intercede with grandpa on my behalf.It doesn't work well.

After all, he taught me Chinese, although he didn't teach the nonsense.

At that time, I had already become very anxious in the successive setbacks. As soon as the phone was connected, before the person on the other end could speak, I screamed into the phone:

"Teacher Jiang, I was wrong!"

Then the bamboo tube was poured like beans, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Teacher Jiang was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone. "You edited that composition? I read it before and thought it was well written."

I honestly answered yes, because I had no idea what my mother looked like.

Teacher Jiang was silent again.

"Your mother... I remember I read your household registration book." He paused, "The head of the household is your mother. I am very impressed, because your father is an Alpha."

I felt my breath freeze.my dad?Dad is Alpha?My mother is still there?

I grabbed the phone in a daze, my mind was in a mess, and I forgot to speak for a while.

"Song Chi, no matter what the reason is," Teacher Jiang's tone suddenly became severe, "It's not good to make up random things. If you want to get a good ranking, you should rely on your own strength."

I was a little confused.I didn't expect Mr. Jiang's reaction to the fact that my composition was fictitious would be so big.It stands to reason that since he taught our class, many people should have written blindly in every test composition. I can see it, and it is impossible for Mr. Jiang not to see it.

After all, it is impossible for everyone to have relatives die frequently. The uncle at the table next to me died three times.Fortunately, he doesn't have an uncle.

But it is true that I was wrong, and I honestly admit my mistake.I said, I shouldn't be like this, I just want to win the prize too much.

"Huh?" Teacher Jiang's voice sounded a bit vague, he seemed to be walking around, "Why do you want to win an award so much?"

I just opened my mouth to say that I want the 200 yuan bonus, but when I got to the point of my mouth, I suddenly felt that this was not good, and I seemed very worldly, so I decided to beautify it a little.Taking a deep breath, I said, because I like literature very much and want to prove myself, but I don't know how to write.In order to prove that I am not lying, I said that because of this I also joined the literary club.

As a result, Teacher Jiang was silent for a long time this time.When I thought he was too angry to continue talking to me, he finally spoke.

"Composition is not an example." Teacher Jiang's voice was very low. "If you really like it, just start with the basics."

I'm confused, what is this for?

"For example, "On Writing", "Introduction to Creation", these few books, I happen to have them at home, you can take them and have a look."

Help!I covered my mouth tightly with the hand that wasn't holding the phone to keep myself from screaming out of panic.

"Why, don't you want to watch it?" Teacher Jiang's voice was flat.

To be honest, Teacher Jiang has always talked like this.But this time my intuition told me that if I said that what I just said was all made up, Teacher Jiang would be very angry.Very, very angry—the kind of anger that would even be disgusted by the slightest carelessness.

I seem to have heard the sound of myself swallowing.I said, yes, Mr. Jiang.

But before hanging up the phone, I still haven't forgotten the purpose of my call this time, and asked him cautiously, what about my grandpa?He seemed to be in a better mood, and smiled.

"You and your grandpa are the closest. What do you ask the teacher about this kind of outsider? That's your parents. Even grandpa, you shouldn't hide it from you. If he is angry because of your fake, you just say The teacher has taught you."

Even if Mr. Jiang said it easily, I didn't dare to ask.

But knowing that my mother should still be alive, I was also inexplicably relieved.

So my evasive mentality immediately prevailed—just in time, I told my grandpa to go to Mr. Jiang's house to pick up books, and I didn't have to stay at home to face him.

That night, my grandfather called me to have dinner as usual. After I sat down, I didn’t rush to serve the bowl, but solemnly announced that I would go to Teacher Jiang’s house tomorrow, because he discovered my writing talent and valued me very much. decided to teach me.

I don't think there's anything wrong with these words, it's just that the order of priority is reversed, it wasn't him looking for me, it was I looking for him.But the result is about the same.I really like literature, but I don't have much talent.

When my grandpa heard about this, he sighed with the vegetables in his hands and didn't say anything. He only told me not to make the teacher angry.

I nodded repeatedly, and then early the next morning, with my schoolbag on my back, I rushed to Teacher Jiang's house, which I had been to once.

Along the way, the air-conditioned bus I took was on, so I didn’t feel too hot, so I walked straight into the cool apartment.This time, as soon as I arrived at the door of Mr. Jiang's house, I found that the door of Mr. Jiang's house was half closed.

So I pushed the door open and walked in, shouting at the same time:

"Teacher Jiang?"

What responded to me was a soft crash and the oncoming air-conditioning.

Looking up, I found that Mr. Jiang was lying on the sofa crookedly, and he threw a dozen of papers in his hand on the ground. His gray cotton T-shirt and trouser legs were all rolled up, one high and one low; Drooping, with a cigarette in his hand.

After I yelled, he looked at me sleepily.

I'm pretty sure he just woke up.

Because there are several empty beer cans lying on the table, it is the kind of brand that the neighborhood uncle likes to drink two cans when he is free.Looking at the ashtray again, countless cigarette butts are twisted together, like twisting twists.

And there were a lot of toilet paper balls thrown on the ground.Everything looks weird and dirty.

I was so shocked by this scene that I shut my mouth tightly, and the only sound in the living room was the sound of the air conditioner running.I panicked a little.As a student of Teacher Jiang, I seem to have seen this scene that I shouldn't have seen.

Am I coming too early?

"coming?"

Teacher Jiang didn't care about this, he sat upright on the sofa, put out the cigarette in the ashtray, stepped on the dozen papers and got up.

"The books are all there. You can find them yourself. If you want to borrow other books, you can take them away, but don't let me get them dirty."

As he spoke, he frowned and rubbed his forehead, raised his hand and pointed to the back room.

I wanted to ask if I wanted to change my shoes, but I could only watch Mr. Jiang walk into the toilet.

Ok.

I went straight into the study.The mahogany door of the study room was closed tightly, and I pushed it open with a little effort.

As a result, the scene in the study surprised me a little.

So clean.Compared with the chaotic appearance of the living room, the study room is like another world.The floor is also different from other places, with wooden floors.

To be honest, the study room is not that big, but there are four bookshelves in it.

Two are against the white wall, and two are standing in the room.

And those bookshelves are full of books.

Of course, it's not the kind of third-rate romance that I like, but classics, prose poems, etc. that are difficult to understand when you look at the spine of the book.

I can't help but think of Teacher Jiang just now.

He really doesn't look like a teacher.

I always feel that Mr. Jiang reminds me of the sentence I learned in the book, there are two faces.

When he calls himself a teacher, he is as infallible as some precision instrument.But when he called himself me, it became very strange, at least I couldn't understand it.

But the latter case is rare.I have been in junior high school for so long, and I have only seen it once or twice recently.

While thinking about it, I unconsciously pulled out a book from the shelf.

But before he opened it, Teacher Jiang's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"That's nothing to look at. It's just that the author's sense of boredom and loneliness coincided with the frivolity of young people after World War II, so it was sought after."

I subconsciously put the book back and glanced at the title by the way.

The forest in Norway?Is it promoting environmental protection?In fact, I didn't understand Teacher Jiang's words at all.

I hurriedly greeted Mr. Jiang.

"Mr. Jiang."

"You like his books?" Teacher Jiang came over.I found that there was no smell of smoke on him, but a nice smell.Like something emanating from a plant.

I still firmly remember the painful price of lying yesterday, and I have to tell the truth that I don't know this person, and I probably can't read his works.

Teacher Jiang walked to the bookshelf on one of the walls, "It's best if you don't know how to read."

I quickly asked Teacher Jiang, where are the books I want to borrow.

But what is suffocating is that because I was too anxious to speak, I choked on my saliva, and I couldn't stop coughing before I finished speaking.

"Cold?" Teacher Jiang walked over quickly, raised his hand and put the back of his hand on my forehead, "Why don't you say?"

I wanted to explain, but the cough couldn't stop at all, so I could only shake my head vigorously in an extremely embarrassing way.

Teacher Jiang was worried, and kept touching my forehead.His hands were neither cold nor hot, they were dry, just the right temperature to make people feel warm.

Fortunately, I can finally speak.

I gently took Teacher Jiang's hand and said that I was fine.Just an itchy nose.

It's better to pretend that something as stupid as being choked on by saliva never happened.

As a result, he withdrew his hand violently, as if he had been electrocuted.I immediately remembered Mr. Jiang's problem and expressed my understanding.

"...Song Chi, the teacher has no other intentions." Teacher Jiang turned his head away slowly. "The teacher will pour you a glass of water."

Said and left the study.