Tired Bird Knows Return

As soon as Chen Yanqing got home, he threw something into the washing machine. His mother followed him and looked at it. It was a schoolbag full of ink.

"I said buy a black one, but you insist on a white one, and a canvas one. Look, how do you wash it?"

Chen Yanqing was hungry, couldn't hear the angry tone, walked straight into the kitchen, took off the mosquito net, took a piece of sausage from the plate and fed it into his mouth, the salty and spicy taste quickly spread to the root of his tongue, he hadn't eaten for a day, This will feel that the cheeks are stimulated and very sore.

Tang Ping followed, "I called you back for dinner at noon, why are you ignoring me?"

"Didn't you see that I was forced to correct the test paper by Lao Yang?" Chen Yanqing put the mosquito net back, "Hot food, mom, I'm really hungry."

Tang Ping was going to say a few words to him, but she looked towards the living room through the small window on the partition wall. Chen Yanqing was slumped on the old sofa at home, her exhausted expression didn't look like a high school student at all, so she said Swallowing it back, he turned on the gas stove, heated the wok over medium heat, heated up a few dishes briefly, and finally fried flower rice with the leftovers at noon. When he came out of the kitchen with the dishes, Chen Yanqing fell asleep.

Tang Ping stood by the dining table, watched him for a long time, and then went to sit down next to him, stretched out her hand to brush away the messy hair on his forehead, "Yanqing, it's time to eat."

Chen Yanqing woke up reluctantly, and was half-supported and half-dragged by Tang Ping to the dining table.

Tang Ping went back to the kitchen and made him a bowl of egg soup, put it in his hand, "Drink this."

Chen Yanqing was chewing something, but didn't answer.

"If you can't get used to it, I'll say hello to Teacher Yang and tell him not to stare at you so closely."

Chen Yanqing heard it was funny, took a sip of soup and finally swallowed what was in his mouth, "Come on, I don't know what Lao Yang is thinking?"

"What is he thinking?" Tang Ping asked in a deep voice.

"He wants to quickly improve my grades, and then send me to a far away university in one breath, so that I can have a deep love with you."

Chen Yanqing's words are not nonsense. Since he became a child of a single-parent family in the first year of junior high school, Lao Yang has paid special attention to his grades, his movements, and his mother.

After being directly promoted from the attached middle school to the No. [-] middle school, Chen Yanqing was assigned to the class he taught, and was given "special care" to the point where everyone in the class thought he was Lao Yang's own son. Just thinking about it, Chen Yanqing felt sad. Yang Chang is so ugly, myopia, astigmatism and amblyopia can't be regarded as father and son.

You Shenjian didn't know what Tang Ping said. There was a knock on the door. Tang Ping put down her chopsticks and went to open the door. Chen Yanqing turned her back to the door without turning her head. Bar!"

"Hey kid," Yang Xiang'an really didn't come in, and looked back at Tang Ping, "Teacher Tang, the new principal is here, and everyone is downstairs, let's go down and talk."

"Ah, didn't you say you're coming next week?" Tang Ping subconsciously straightened her clothes, "Then, wait for me. I'll put on my coat and go down with you."

"Okay, no hurry."

Tang Ping rushed back to the room, Chen Yanqing drank the bowl of egg soup, put down the bowl and chopsticks, turned around, "New principal?"

Yang Xiangan nodded, "You don't know?"

"Where do I know where to go?"

"That's right," Yang Xiangan said, "The old principal has retired, and the new principal arranged by the Education Bureau will ask Mr. Tang to show you his face later, so don't offend him in the future."

"Tch," Chen Yanqing stood up, intending to take a shower, and said, "The principal doesn't wander around like the director. How can I touch such a big school!"

"Why can't you?" Yang Xiang'an stretched out his hand and pointed upwards, "People live upstairs."

"Okay, let's go," Tang Ping came out wearing a thin knit jacket, her hair seemed to be rearranged, "Yanqing, put away the bowl, I'll come back and wash."

"Ah."

Tang Ping followed Yang Xiang'an downstairs, Chen Yanqing went back to her room, got a change of clothes, came out, stood in the living room, raised her head for no reason, live upstairs?

This faculty building existed when the school was founded. Not to mention it is old, there is no elevator, and the old principal has never lived here. The new principal is quite unique.

After thinking about it, Chen Yanqing shrugged with an expression of 'do not understand', and went to take a shower.

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Tang Ping and Chen Yanqing had the same work and rest time, but they were about ten minutes earlier in the morning than him. Because they were in the sophomore liberal arts class, they had to go to the classroom for morning reading, and Chen Yanqing would leave first after waking up in the morning.

After Chen Yanqing cleaned up, the sound of the morning exercise broadcast had already begun. Tang Ping washed his schoolbag and hung it on the balcony. He glanced at it, and then found a non-woven bag filled with liquor in the kitchen as today's schoolbag. brought out the door.

"Hey Xiaocheng, bring your water glass!"

When Chen Yanqing locked the door, he heard this sentence. It was transmitted from upstairs. The key turned twice in the lock, and the footsteps coming downstairs were getting closer and closer.

When he took out the key, the footsteps stopped. Chen Yanqing turned around slowly, and the man stopped on the steps two steps away from the ground. He was wearing a gray sweater under his school uniform, and the hood was hanging loosely on his head. When Chen Yanqing looked from his feet to his face, he converged, and at that moment, he gave a very specific description to this person in his mind——

bastard.

There is only one upstairs, and it is the headmaster who lived in last night. Judging from the sound of talking just now, the sound of footsteps going down the stairs, and the time the two of them looked at each other, this person belongs to the headmaster's family.

Chen Yanqing remembered what Old Yang said, and took a small step to the side, "You go first."

The man didn't say anything, brushed his shoulder and hurried downstairs.

Class [-] of Senior High School is on the third floor of Building A. After self-study in the morning, Tang Ping came and took a bag of candy and stuffed it to Chen Yanqing, "The teacher in the office distributed the wedding candy to share."

"I don't like sugar."

"In case when do you want to eat?" Tang Ping was about to leave, but turned back and said, "Your class will have a new student today, do you know?"

"..."

"The son of the new principal lives upstairs from us. You should get along well with him."

"Mom, I treat him well, will the new principal marry you?"

"What are you talking about!" Tang Ping bit her lip, trying not to give her precious son a fist in the corridor, "Give me a good time to get along with him, who doesn't deal with people upstairs and downstairs?"

It's not that Chen Yanqing didn't understand the ways of the world, he just didn't think it was necessary, returned to the classroom, and just sat down, the bag of candies in red gauze was taken away with one hand.

"Teacher Tang is so kind, hehe."

This person is called Yuan Ye. As the name suggests, he is primitive and savage. Chen Yanqing grabbed a big white rabbit toffee and squeezed it in his hand, then went around the classroom, "Do you know that our class is going to have a newcomer?"

Yuan Ye nodded, "Isn't it the principal's son?"

"You know this as well?"

"There were rumors last week. Have you never heard of it or didn't care?"

Really didn't care, Chen Yanqing sat up suspiciously, more than half of the people in the class who went to have breakfast came back, when there were a few minutes left before class, the head teacher came and knocked on the open front door, the classroom was buzzing The voice of the voice went out in an instant.

"You sit in the back first." The class teacher turned his head and looked out the door, pointing his finger to the back of the classroom. "We will adjust the seats later."

After speaking, the man walked in, walked back through the alley between the desks, passed by a few girls, and also passed by Chen Yanqing, Chen Yanqing met him again, but the other party was the same as when he just left. , without extra emotion in his eyes, skipped him, and sat in the back row near the corner.

"Fucheng, write your name on the blackboard," the head teacher said after seeing him find a place, "I'll bring you the textbook later in class."

"En." Fu Cheng responded, and the head teacher left.

"The old class lied to you," Yuan Ye turned his head from the penultimate row, obliquely in front of Fucheng, "she doesn't know how to adjust her position, she just moves one row forward every week and to the right once every two weeks."

"It doesn't matter." Fu Cheng said.

"Okay, hey, my name is Yuan Ye," Yuan Ye pointed at Chen Yanqing who was directly in front of him with his chin, "his name is Chen Yanqing."

The passive Chen Yanqing closed his eyes and turned around, "Hello."

"Yes." Fu Cheng looked at him, "Neighbor."

Chen Yanqing quickly digested the word 'neighbor'. All morning, the word 'Fucheng' remained on the far left side of the blackboard. Chen Yanqing looked at it for a long time, and felt that Fu did not look like Fu, and the city did not look like a city.

There was no class from Lao Yang in the morning, and just after the last class, Chen Yanqing planned to go home for lunch. Yuan Ye knew that unless the teacher left him, Chen Yanqing would usually go back to eat, so after class, Yuan Ye alone An unmatched speed rushed to the cafeteria.

Chen Yanqing took the 'temporary schoolbag', and when he got up, he caught a glimpse of the person behind him still lying on the table, showing no signs of hunger, so he tapped twice on his empty desk with his fingers.

Fu Cheng woke up at the sound, but he just turned his face and looked at him sleepily, "What's the matter?"

"You...don't eat?"

"Not hungry." After finishing speaking, when Chen Yanqing was about to leave, he suddenly got up again, "Let's go together."

Chen Yanqing thought he had misheard, but Fucheng walked straight towards the back door, stopped at the door and asked him, "Aren't you going?"

"Oh." Chen Yanqing followed with strides.

"The package is good."

On the way back to the staff dormitory through the school with Fucheng, Fucheng looked at his 'school bag' several times, and finally gave this evaluation.

Chen Yanqing gave a dry laugh and told him, "My pen leaked ink in my schoolbag. This is my mother's grocery shopping bag."

Although Fucheng was tall, he walked slowly, and his voice was calm and indifferent. Chen Yanqing felt that such a person would definitely scare girls, but he didn't know why he thought about it.

"What class does your mother teach?"

"Chinese, sophomore year."

Fu Cheng nodded slightly, and the two of them walked all the way downstairs in silence, one on the eighth floor and the other on the ninth floor. Fortunately, the floors are not high, and climbing the stairs is considered exercise. Chen Yanqing stopped at the door and saw him take a step He kept walking up, and asked again, "Has your family prepared meals?"

Fucheng had already turned the corner, and now he was sticking to the fence and looking down at him, "Want to invite me to dinner?"

"...that's fine too,"

"So you want to come to my house for dinner?"

"No, no, no," Chen Yanqing waved his hands in fear, "Go back quickly."

Fucheng must have smiled, Chen Yanqing thought, if he heard correctly, it should be a soft snort of ridicule, opened the door and went in, Chen Yanqing stuck behind the door to give himself comfort, and told Tang Ping to come out from the door. I came out of the kitchen and saw, "Why are you acting like a ghost?"

"Because of hell," Chen Yanqing walked in angrily, "What are you eating?"