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Wei Yang had a fight with a boy in their class, but it wasn’t really bad, it was just a small fight between the boys, who scratched a bloodstain that looked a bit scary on the other’s face, and it was the other’s parents who kept asking Wei Yang to apologize , Wei Yang refused to let go, so the teacher called Xu Zhile over to negotiate together.

Xu Zhile hurried to the teaching building, where he also studied in elementary school, went upstairs and found the teacher's office with ease, opened the door and felt the tense atmosphere inside.

"Wei Yang." Xu Zhile walked up to him, looked him up and down, "You didn't get hurt anywhere, did you?"

"Where is he going to get hurt? If he hit someone, he still doesn't know how to be honest and apologize and get over it quickly."

This tone made Xu Zhile frowned slightly, and felt uncomfortable: "Fighting is a problem between two people, why should Wei Yang apologize alone?"

The bloodstains on the child's face were still wet, and his expression seemed to be aggrieved. He argued, "Wei Yang did it first, and he pushed me to the ground and beat me, but I didn't fight back..."

Xu Zhile almost didn't say a word because you are too good. He rubbed Wei Yang's head, then squatted in front of him, and met Wei Yang's reddish eyes. He seemed to be stunned, with a stubborn expression .

But everyone in this room was against him, and Wei Yang didn't shed a single tear.

"Yangyang, tell me what's going on, and I'll believe you alone."

Wei Yang's eyelashes fluttered slightly. No one told him whether he believed it or not, from the time when his classmates came to persuade him to fight and the teacher came to adjust him.

But Xu Zhile asked him what was going on.

"He berated me."

The child who was fighting instantly exploded, jumped up and shouted: "I didn't scold him!"

Xu Zhile touched Wei Yang's cheek, and asked softly, "What did he scold you for?"

"He said my basketball was stolen."

In fact, at the beginning, the kid wanted to ask Wei Yang to borrow a new basketball to play with, but Wei Yang didn’t want to, saying it was a birthday present and he didn’t want to lend it to others, which made him sneer, saying that Wei Yang didn’t even have a mother, so how could anyone give it to him? Buying a birthday present, Wei Yang was so angry that he threw him to the ground on the spot.

Wei Yang's tone was indifferent, and he told the story slowly. This was the first perspective that the teacher heard from Wei Yang since the fight happened. :

"Both of them had problems in the fight today, so I apologize to each other and shake hands, okay?"

Wei Yang hummed lightly from his nose.

"I did nothing wrong."

"Mr. Xu, look at this..."

Xu Zhile leaned forward slightly, with a cold expression: "Slandering others casually, when you grow up, you will be imprisoned for doing this kind of thing."

The other parent's expression became a little ugly. She protected her son. She felt sorry for the wound on his son's face when she had such a trouble. In the end, not only did she not get an apology, but she also lost her reason.

"What are you talking about? Do you teach children like this?" She looked Xu Zhile up and down, "I am still a little kid, and the child is only this old? Now I really have everything."

Xu Zhile didn't want to get entangled with her, so she turned her head and asked, "Teacher, do you think he needs to apologize first for this matter?"

As he spoke, he slowly softened the lines of his face, and spoke softly to the head teacher. He was a good-looking young man after all. His skin was so tender that it could be squeezed out of water, so he reasoned softly in front of himself, the head teacher They all froze for a moment, and said slowly:

"Indeed." She patted the little boy on the shoulder and said, "Wei Yang's mother works abroad. You shouldn't say such things to your classmates. It will hurt the friendship of your classmates. You apologize first."

The little boy blushed, reluctantly saying sorry.

Wei Yang snorted again.

"Then he has to apologize too?" The other parent felt embarrassed and stood up and pointed at Wei Yang.

Xu Zhile stepped forward, blocked Wei Yang behind his body, and said: "We can't apologize, you have this time, you might as well teach your son that you should be sincere when you want a classmate's toy, instead of being angry and swearing at each other .”

Wei Yang's eyes were all attracted by his tall and straight back, and his eyes widened in shock at Xu Zhile's words for a moment.

Xu Zhile originally held back a few more ugly words, but considering that the other party was a middle-aged woman after all, he didn't want to continue cursing in Wei Yang's class teacher's office.

"Teacher, I'll take Wei Yang back in the afternoon and send him to school tomorrow."

"Okay, talk to him more, children are prone to emotional defects if they don't live with their mothers."

Xu Zhile nodded thoughtfully.

Wei Yang stood in the office for an hour or two, just listening to the parent messing around. He leaned against the car window and fell asleep. Xu Zhile put his head on his shoulder. Glancing at Xu Zhile, he fell back into a drowsy sleep.

After arriving home, Xu Zhile carried Wei Yang upstairs, the black schoolbag that Wei Yang picked was still hanging around his neck, and the basketball bag was still hooked on his fingers.

He put Wei Yang back on the bed, and then went to the kitchen to cook by himself.

Xu Zhile's culinary skills have improved a lot. He can cook a few home-cooked dishes with gusto, but children tend to get tired of eating, so he has to learn new dishes step by step with his mobile phone recently.

The food is ready, but Wei Yang is still awake.

Xu Zhile entered the room and lifted Wei Yang's quilt.

"Wake up and eat."

Wei Yang murmured twice with his eyes closed, but he was about to get up.

Xu Zhile raised one leg, took off the shoe, and lightly kicked Wei Yang's ass.

"Get up quickly."

Wei Yang reluctantly opened one eye, then moved under the bed as if he had no bones, slowly put on his shoes, and then stood up a little bit, Xu Zhile urged him to wash his face, and was ready to eat after he woke up.

Xu Zhile's food more and more suits Wei Yang's taste.

"Then do I still go to class in the afternoon?" Wei Yang asked.

"Go again tomorrow, you finish your homework at home."

Wei Yang nodded: "What about you?"

"I don't go to work anymore. I have nothing to do today. You finish your homework early and I will take you to the supermarket later."

Wei Yang held the bowl and obediently ate the food that Xu Zhile put into his bowl, and even if he didn't look carefully, he also had a small bruise on his forehead, probably because he was hit during a fight.

Xu Zhile narrowed her eyes lightly, and asked, "Did you feel wronged today?"

Wei Yang was stunned and didn't speak.

"If someone bullies you, you must fight back, but you can't cause trouble to yourself. Just like today, not everyone will stand by your side to help you reason, you know?"

"But isn't there you?" Wei Yang asked.

Xu Zhile was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but smile after realizing what he said.

"Yes, anyway, I will only stand by your side."

After Wei Yang finished speaking, he was also a little embarrassed, and he buried himself in eating seriously.

In the afternoon, Xu Zhile called Tang Lu and learned that Tang Lu had found Jimang in South Korea, but he had no plans to return to China to sign a contract for development. Xu Zhile gave Tang Lu some names and asked her to wait for Jimang When signing the contract, I brought these people back by the way.

The weather was getting colder, Xu Zhile used to spend the winter alone at home, but this time he was accompanied by a natural heater, so the bed was warm every day.

Xu Zhile bought a Volkswagen after the driver's license test, and sent Wei Yang to school every day. When Wei Yang came back, he would order takeaway at home when it was cold, or follow the online tutorial to make hot pot. Near the end of the year, Tang Lu also came back. Call Xu Zhile and say let him celebrate the New Year together.It seems that winter is not such a difficult season.

Xu Zhile, who had been alone for a long time, looked at Wei Yang, who was holding a firework stick in the dense smoke and was not enthusiastic, went up and rubbed his head. How high to go.

"Wei Yang, happy new year."

Wei Yang buried his red face from the cold into his clothes, and replied angrily, "Happy New Year."

Xu Zhile took out a red envelope from his pocket. On it was a pattern he drew, a child holding a basketball. The drawing was ugly, but the words were a little more beautiful: Happy New Year, grow up healthily.

"New Year's money."

Wei Yang glanced at him, pursed his lips and said, "My mother told me not to accept your red envelopes."

"Just don't tell her no."

Wei Yang's cheeks were bulging, and he turned his head: "No."

"Take it, keep it, if you don't collect the lucky money, you won't grow taller."

I don't know where I heard the rumors from, or maybe Xu Zhile coaxed him to make them up, but Wei Yang was simple-minded and believed it to be true.

Every year from then on, he would save the New Year's money that Xu Zhile gave him in a piggy bank, as if it was some kind of recording method. The last time Wei Yang was drawn on the desk, Wei Yang would be one year older.