Unreasonable

Do it.But writing an article seems simple, but it is difficult to do.Although I can be considered relatively talented, but a lot of accumulation is essential.So, small achievements, but a long way to go.Ah, by the way, I still have to visit teachers one by one, and I have to go to my friends' gatherings.But don't worry, I will definitely come to you after the National Day. "

Younan had a delicate expression when he heard Zhiling say "learn to write".

He remembered that when he was in high school, almost every teacher would beam with pride when they mentioned Ling, as if the name had been stamped with gold, and it would shine everywhere.

The most frequent sentence that the teachers said was: "Students, you must work hard, learn from Zhiling, and add glory to the school and the country!"

And Dudu Chinese teacher Zhou, who also happened to be Zhiling's Chinese teacher back then, gritted his teeth every time he talked about Zhiling, and stomped his high-heeled shoes until the ceiling downstairs was covered with dust.

Teachers who have taught Zhiling said that Zhiling is good in everything, but there is something missing in Chinese.

When Younan came to the office and pestered him asking "what do you owe?" Zhou Fen took out a small key from his satchel with a blank expression, unscrewed the lock of the cabinet under the desk, opened it, and then unlocked the combination box in the cabinet, carefully. He took out a composition paper and patted it in front of him.

Younan fell into deep complexity and confusion after reading it.

"Zhiling is different from other children. He loves to write, and when he writes, he puts them on my desk, and insists on me writing comments." Younan saw that Zhou Fen, who was caught in memories, was full of vicissitudes and haggardness.

"Ah~ Zhiling's composition." A math teacher next to him raised his head from the question.

"I really miss the time when I could get a piece of Ling's composition from Mr. Zhou's desk every now and then."

"That's the only source of happiness under tremendous pressure." The English teacher adjusted his glasses and commented pertinently.

He also heard Zhiling say that he would definitely come to see him after the National Day, and unconsciously his eyes were a little warm and wet.

When he came back to his senses, it happened that Zhiling murmured softly, "Younan, I'm really sleepy."

He sat on the ground with his head resting on the crook of his arm in a chair and yawned.

"Then you hang up."

Zhiling slid his hands onto the chair, leaned back and closed his eyes.

Younan watched the duration of the call increase second by second, and couldn't take his eyes off it.

There was no sound from the other end, and Younan waited for 10 minutes before tapping the red circle lightly with his fingertips.

He raised his head.

The sky was empty, thick and black like lacquer, without any light.

The mobile phone in the palm is hot.

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Meet Countdown 7

13. No.13 unreasonable trouble

◎Give you sugar◎

Zhiling fell asleep lying on the chair last night.

When Su Yu brought the breakfast, he saw Zhiling sleeping sideways on the chair in front of the computer desk by the window in the bedroom, with his face pressed against the chair and one hand resting on it, holding the phone, the other hand naturally hanging down ground.

The legs are bent, one leg resting on the other.

Su Yu put down the dinner plate, turned around and went out, went to the second floor to pick up the guardrail in front of the sky, and shouted to Zhixun on the sofa:

"Zhixun, Zhiling fell asleep on the ground, come and take a look."

Zhixun put down the computer and followed her up to the third floor.

He curled up two fingers and stuck them to Zhiling's arm, which felt cold to the touch.

"He slept here all night?"

Su Yu shook his head: "I don't know. Will he get sick?"

Zhixun shook Zhiling: "It's not so fragile. - Ling Zi, wake up."

"Then why every time I kick the quilt, you act like I'm going to the ICU ward immediately?"

"Girls are different from boys."

He shook Ling's shoulder again, "Lingzi, get up."

Zhiling turned his head away, retracted his hands, and slowly opened his eyes, still in a daze.

"Why did you fall asleep on the ground last night?"

Zhiling's face was buried deeper into the crook of his arms, and his voice was so soft that it was hard to catch, only a name could be vaguely discerned, and it suddenly became vivid in the clean and clear voice that was kneaded into the sleepy bones.

He said, "There is Nan..."

Zhixun didn't hear clearly, but just said to him: "Lingzi, I'll send your mother to learn baking, so you get up early to have breakfast, and then wash the dishes."

Zhiling buried her face in the pillow.

"There are also pots, chopsticks, and the stove. It's best to mop the floor too."

Zhiling pulled a quilt to cover himself completely, turned over and turned his back to Zhixun.

Zhixun smiled, sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled down the quilt.

He rubbed Zhiling's hair and smiled: "When did you learn to sleep late? When I was a child, I never got up past eight o'clock. Now, look, it's almost ten o'clock."

Zhiling opened his eyes, dazedly, but also so clean that there was no trace of impurity.

"Who do you think your eyes look like?"

Another dream.

Younan yawned, rubbed his eyes, and opened the door with his bare feet on the ground.

What catches the eye is the empty living room, with white tone, log decoration, and artistic style.

The light gray curtains fall high and hang down on both sides, allowing the morning light to pour in unobstructed. In the huge space, there are sofas, tea tables, dining tables, TV cabinets...

Everything looks small.

Small and empty.

He heard himself calling "Aunt Lin" crisply, rubbing his stomach and saying that he was hungry, but there was no response.

He walked barefoot to the restaurant and saw a piece of bread and a glass of cold milk on the table.

Because he was really hungry, he stood on tiptoe and grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

After eating, seeing his greasy hands, he remembered that he ate without washing his hands, and frowned in distress.

Aunt Lin said that washing hands before meals is a good boy.If she was there, she would definitely be angry.

But her anger is all fake.She always said, "Younan, if you are disobedient, I will ignore you." "Younan, if you are angry with me, I will leave."

But she just talked about it and never realized it.

He quietly wiped the oil from his hands on the fabric of the pants behind his buttocks, giggled twice and started looking for someone again.

"Auntie Lin?"

"Aunt Lin, where are you!"

"Aunt Lin, I can eat by myself!"

"Aunt Lin..."

"Aunt Lin..."

Younan circled back to the dining room, squatted down beside a table leg, and hugged his knee.

"Can't cry can't cry can't cry..."

As he spoke, he burst into tears with a "wow".

……

You Nan frowned slightly, slowly opened his eyes, and stared at the ceiling in a daze for a long time before he calmed down the long restlessness and emptiness.

He sat up and frowned, wondering if he kept dreaming about the same person recently.

After a brief wash, he went downstairs, and entered the dressing room according to the message sent by Xia Tian.

Compared with Younan's confusion, Xia Jiu, who just arrived on the set, was proud of her spring breeze, her toes were high, and she found Xia Tian who was rushing to the dressing room with great arrogance.

He dragged his two little friends with their hips in front of Xia Tian, ​​spreading his hands together: "Where's the red envelope?"

Xia Tian was still frantically typing to his wife in the WeChat dialog box, and the content was nothing more than ten or eight sentences. Trying to deceive one of the best people in the world to him, his dad, that he didn't have liver games, really made him very painful and very sad, and he felt extremely guilty for his neglect of education.

Seeing Xia Jiu coming to block the way, he was very impatient: "It's still early in the Chinese New Year, why are you asking for red envelopes?"

Xia Jiu went to pull his phone, but he hurriedly avoided it.

"What are you doing!"

Shocked by his ruthlessness, Xia Jiu reprimanded him loudly in disbelief and full of pain: "Do you know how much effort we have put into deceiving Younan into your hands? He hesitated even if his tongue was numb when he was deceived." You're tall, you're colluding with performances and planning behind your back, you're physically exhausted and mentally exhausted, don't you even give a red envelope?"

Xia Tian pressed off the screen, frowning and looking into his eyes in distress:

"I'm really poor lately..."

Before he finished speaking, he was stunned by a QR code for payment.

Xia Tian scanned the QR code with a disheveled face.

After the three of them left, Xia Tian clicked on the dialog box with his wife and started typing while walking towards the dressing room.

-Yuanyuan, I'm really sad.Just now, the son I was most proud of did something that made me feel heartbroken, and made me feel that no matter what, I could never forgive my dereliction of duty in this education.

-speak English.

-Xia Jiu's son of a bitch blackmailed me severely, I can't get enough of it!

- Well, I just saw a bag, when will it be delivered home, and when will I help you pack Xia Jiu.

- [Shake Hands] [Shake Hands] [Shake Hands] Send me the link and place an order immediately.

Xia Tian stepped into the dressing room.

"Younan, have you read the script?"

"seen it already."

"how do you feel?"

"I think the script is very good, I think the characters are very complicated, I think the lines are beautiful, and I think, feel..." He stretched "feel" very long.

Xia Tian looked at him with both eyes: "What do you think?"

With no expression on his face, You Nan said, "I don't think I can act."

Xia Tian laughed twice, did not reply to his words, and asked the makeup artist: "How is it?"

The make-up artist tilted her head, her voice was cold and dry: "The frame is okay, but it's too thin, it doesn't look comfortable."

Xia Tian glanced at You Nan in the mirror, "I just want this effect. You don't need to cover up, what you want to highlight is this thinness."

Saying that, he patted Younan on the shoulder, "I believe in you!" and hurried to leave.

"Hey!" Younan stopped him.

Xia Tian turned her head, her eyes vigilant, "You won't regret it, right? Let me tell you, you must be honest, you can't do whatever you want..."

"Here you candy."

Younan stretched out his hand, opened it, and there lay a few Luo Han Guo throat lozenges quietly in the palm of his hand