Did Professor Yang bend today?

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After the meal, Yang Zheng wanted to drive Qi Yang and Chen Nian'en off.

Walking to the door, Xu Mingze and his parents also came out.

Another troublesome farewell.

Xu's father and Xu's mother stared at Yang Zheng and the others' backs and said, "This Professor Yang is pretty good, but I don't know what kind of friends he made."

They are talking about Qi Yang.Qi Yang dyed his hair and dressed in gaudy clothes.

Xu Mingze opened the car door: "She was sitting with another person, that person might be there for dinner." He looked back at Yang Zheng's back.

Yang Zheng got into the car, and for the first time she felt that Xu Mingze was in the way.

Chen Nianen and Qi Yang squeezed in the back seat.

"Professor Yang, the time has not yet been set." Chen Nianen said expressionlessly.

"I don't have any special requirements, you can decide." Yang Zheng started the car.

Qi Yang patted Chen Nianen's thigh: "Then tomorrow. How do you say that sentence... It is better to hit the sun than choose the day."

Of course Yang Zheng agreed. Looking at Chen Nianen in the rearview mirror, she always felt that she was in a bad mood at the moment, even though her complexion was normal.

Qi Yang went back to Yueyin's studio first.Chen Nianen followed Yang Zheng back to Linda.

Yang Zheng glanced at the rearview mirror again and asked, "In a bad mood?"

Chen Nianen hummed.Find reasons in your head.

"My dad doesn't agree with me participating in the talent show."

"Do you want to stand under the spotlight and sing a song that only belongs to you?" Yang Zheng said with a smile.

"En." Chen Nianen's voice was very low.

"Your father must have his own considerations." Yang Zheng avoided the illegal U-turn vehicle in front of him: "But in the end, you are the one who decides what to do. You should have a steelyard in your mind."

Chen Nianen hummed again.

The car fell into silence again, and just arrived at the dormitory building.

In the rearview mirror, Chen Nianen had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, heroic and gentle.The way she bowed her head in thought reminded Yang Zheng of another person.

Yang Zheng's eyes darkened.

Every time she thinks of that person, her mood will also become very bad.

Chen Nianen got out of the car to say goodbye to her, Yang Zheng looked at the back for a few seconds, and then drove away.

The tall sycamore trees on the campus road in the evening are drawn into long shadows by the dim street lights.Yang Zheng's profile flickered between the shade of trees and street lamps.

……

After going back that day, Yang Zheng was not much better than Chen Nianen.

Perhaps it was because Yang Zheng tossed and turned too much during the day and did not fall asleep at night.

She opened the phone album and flipped to the last photo.

It was a photo of Yang Zheng and that person on the day of high school graduation.

The girl in the photo is smiling faintly at the camera against the sun, the broken hair on her forehead fluttering in the wind.She held Yang Zheng's arm and stood under the sculpture in front of the school's third-year teaching building.

Yang Zheng smiled happily at the camera, but if you look carefully, there are tears in the corners of his eyes.

Yang Zheng stared at the pair of eyes on the screen, the eye circles a little astringent.

Ten years,

Yang Zheng felt that he had almost forgotten her,

Or almost forced himself to forget her.

When I first saw Chen Nianen at Guofeng Restaurant that day, the emotions that had been hidden in my heart for many years erupted instantly.The feeling of loss that was about to be overwhelmed made Yang Zheng unable to catch his breath for a long time.

Yang Zheng knew that Chen Nian'en was not her, even though they looked so similar, their names were only one letter different.

But Yang Zheng knew - she wasn't her.

The phone screen gradually dimmed, and the entire room was pitch black.

Yang Zheng turned over and lay flat, looking at the ceiling.

Yang Zheng himself felt hypocritical when he said it.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, Yang Zheng caught a glimpse of Chen Nian in the examination room, looking at him for a thousand years.

At that time, Yang Zheng just thought that this girl was very good-looking and cool, like a high-cold student in an intensive class.

Three tables are placed together, Yang Zheng is on the far left, and Chen Nian is on the far right.

Yang Zheng clearly remembered that it was a geography test, and the test paper was very simple.For the students of key high schools, it is just a piece of cake.Less than half an hour after the exam started, some students finished their work one after another and fell asleep on the table.

When Yang Zheng was writing the test paper, he dozed off to the point of sluggishness, closed his pen and lay down on the table, but was inexplicably awake.

She changed a comfortable position and lay down on the table, from which angle she could just see Chen Nian's profile.

Chen Niangao has a thin nose, thin lips, and fair skin. Even now, she looks like a very fashionable beauty.

Compared with Yang Zheng's black hair, her hair was a little yellowish and the ends were a little rough.

Yang Zheng watched her take off her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose.

Her hands are also pretty, Yang Zheng thought.

For Chen Nian, Yang Zheng has never been stingy with compliments.

When she returned to work, she sighed with her tablemate for a long time about Chen Nian's appearance.

The deskmate said with a smile: "You haven't seen Li Yutong from Class 3, that's really good-looking! Her boyfriend is also so handsome!" The deskmate patted her on the shoulder again and said, "Of course, you are also very good-looking, just now I also heard a boy from behind praise you."

Winter goes to spring, and another semester has passed.

It's time to classify.

Yang Zheng is very poor at science.The head teacher commented on her——the partial subjects are too serious, Qingbei's Chinese, Mathematics, and English, and the second book's physical and chemical students.

Yang Zheng originally wanted to be a surgeon, but now it's all over.

She communicated with her parents and finally chose liberal arts.

One day in mid-March, Yang Zheng pushed open the door of Class 23 with a big stack of books in his arms.

The class is almost full.

Yang Zheng was very annoyed - she should have come earlier so that she could choose a better seat.

The liberal arts class of this key high school has almost brought together science scumbags from all previous classes.With the attitude of being transparent, everyone forgets to exclude the middle and the last.

Select the position in the back row.

Yang Zheng thought the same way before entering the door.

She walked in the aisle, carefully watching every position.

When he reached the third row, Yang Zheng paused.

She saw the girl she met in the final exam room.

After a semester, she never thought of her, but when they met at this moment, she was sure it was her.

Subconsciously, Yang Zheng asked with joy, "Is anyone sitting here?"

Chen Nian quickly waved his hands and said, "No, there is no stool."

Are you cold? Not cold at all.It's kinda cute.

Yang Zheng put the book on the table, followed by the two girls who were running errands followed by the book.

Yang Zheng thanked them one by one, then went to the empty classroom to pick out a good stool, and brought it back.

"My name is Yang Zheng, and I used to be in Class Nine."

"My name is Chen Nian, and I used to be in Class Five."

Sometimes, in retrospect, Yang Zheng still feels that they are very destined.

Yang Zheng curled his lips in the black paint.

In my heart, I complained that I was so old and still in middle school, sad Qiuyue, it was really pretentious.

Listen to music if you can't sleep.

Yang Zheng opened the music software and clicked on Private FM.

The song recommended today is very quiet, and the guitar sound in the prelude is very clean.

Yang Zheng closed her eyes and prepared to sleep.

The singer's deep and vicissitudes of life sounded.

"You're not wrong, you just don't love me

I can't help it, I blame you for being too indifferent

You're not wrong, it's just not suitable

I have to admit that such a result

I like you so much, I say this in my heart

Unhappiness is finally over

......"

Hell, really!

Yang Zheng turned off the phone angrily.