Did Professor Yang bend today?

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Yang Zheng drove to the west of the city, and bought a family bucket and a cup of fruit tea on the way.

She parked the car near Lin'an No. [-] Middle School and checked her watch.

52:8 - [-] minutes before Yang Sheng finished school.

Yang Zheng didn't want to be crowded with the mighty parent group, but this was the first time she met her younger brother after returning to China. With Yang Sheng's piercing eyes, she might not know where to look.

There are a group of parents lined up on both sides of the north gate of the school, looking like celebrities walking the red carpet.The parents of senior high school students hold their lunch boxes and stare at the exit, for fear of missing their children.

Yang Zheng stood at the end of the line, across the road from the parents who delivered meals, with arms folded, with a look of loveless indifference—it was too noisy, everyone was talking about grades and how their children were studying, buzzing The buzz fills the surroundings, as if you are in a farmers market.

The seniors with blue school uniforms came out one after another, followed by the sophomores with gray school uniforms.

Yang Zheng focused his gaze a little, searching for Yang Sheng in the crowd.

When Yang Zheng came home at the end of last year, Yang Sheng had just reached 176, and after just half a year, he jumped to 180.

Her younger brother, Bai, usually likes to be smug, and he is quite conspicuous in the crowd.

Everyone else is in school uniform from head to toe, but he has to add a shirt under his coat. According to Yang Zheng's understanding of him, Yang Sheng must be wearing a short white T under his shirt.

Yang Sheng approached, Yang Zheng took a closer look, and it was true.This little kid still has his clothes open, and he is not afraid of freezing himself when the temperature cools down at night.

Yang Sheng walked up to Yang Zheng and was stunned for a few seconds. Just as Yang Zheng was about to speak, Yang Sheng walked forward directly.

Yang Zheng felt that the veins on his forehead should jump happily a few times.

Yang Sheng finally realized that something was wrong, and took a few steps back to look at it.The boy who was walking with him stopped him: "Don't be unable to walk when you see a beautiful woman, don't you feel ashamed."

Yang Sheng turned around in a daze and said, "This beauty looks like my sister."

Yang Zheng finally opened his mouth, and said indifferently: "Yang Sheng."

Yang Sheng was shocked: "Sister!"

Yang Sheng finally came to his senses, rushed over like a husky and gave Yang Zheng a hug, causing the surrounding parents to look sideways.

Yang Zheng endured it for a while, and pushed her idiot brother away.

It was so stupid that she didn't even want to admit it.

Relying on his height advantage, Yang Sheng put his right arm around his sister, and waving his left arm very embarrassingly said to the boy on the same road: "I won't go to eat egg-filled pancakes with you today, my sister will take me to a big meal! "

Yang Zheng looked at him, feeling a little warm in his heart.

She tugged Yang Sheng's sleeve: "The car is far away, come with me."

The smile on Yang Sheng's face never stopped, and he couldn't stop talking.

"Sister, I don't know why you came back, when did you arrive?"

"I arrived at almost one o'clock yesterday. You slept soundly. I can hear your snoring through the door."

Yang Sheng touched his nose embarrassingly: "I'm so tired, I didn't see your luggage this morning, I thought you'd come back in two days..."

Yang Zheng opened the car door, and Yang Sheng sat in unceremoniously, without any gentlemanly demeanor.

"Sister, I love you!" Yang Sheng looked at the KFC paper bag and smiled happily, "Mom won't let me eat this!"

"Ms. Meng is thinking about your health." Yang Zheng sat in the driver's seat, took out fruit tea and Coke, and signaled Yang Sheng with his eyes.

Yang Sheng struggled for a while, and said decisively: "Drink both!"

Yang Zheng really plugged the straws of Coke and fruit tea for him.

Yang Sheng gnawed on the finger-licking chicken, and saw the paper bag in the corner.Yang Zheng followed his gaze and explained: "I met a friend, and the friend gave it to me."

"Then I won't hang around anymore." Yang Sheng said, "I want to drink coffee too...there is a house over the school..."

Yang Sheng is especially good at pretending to be pitiful in front of Yang Zheng. When he was a child, he couldn't write his homework and went out too much, so he asked Yang Zheng to write it.Yang Zheng would refuse every time, until Yang Sheng used his trump card.

"elder sister……"

When he was young, Yang Sheng was white, fat, pink and tender, and his voice was glutinous, and Yang Zheng would be aroused with a kind sister-in-law, and would finish his homework mercifully for him.

Now that a 180-year-old prospective youth with a height of [-] calls her sister in such a sticky voice, Yang Zheng will be aroused with goosebumps.

"Stop." Yang Zheng rubbed his eyebrows: "I'll buy it for you."

Yang Sheng was not idle, and followed Yang Zheng with a hamburger and a tissue, feeling very happy - a child with a sister is a treasure.

With his long legs, he caught up with Yang Zheng in two steps and stood side by side with her.

"Sister, do you have headphones, I want to listen to music..."

"I want to play with my phone and just say it."

Yang Sheng swallowed what was in his mouth hastily: "No, no, recently I learned that there are songs on the Internet of ancient poetry and prose, and they all recite them by listening to the songs. That old man is old, I haven't recited it for the time being, and I want to listen to it... ..."

Yang Zheng didn't argue with her, and handed him the phone: "The earphones are in the car, you can get them yourself."

Yang Sheng ran away in a flash, and caught up with Yang Zheng in a flash.

"What time do you study by yourself late today?"

Yang Sheng checked his cell phone and replied, "Five 45, there is still half an hour."

When he arrived at the store, Yang Zheng ordered a Frappuccino for him, and sat on the high chair boredly watching the scenery.

Her long hair hung over her ears, covering half of her side face.Yang Zheng leaned against the bar, propped his chin, his brows and eyes were a little tired and lazy.

The high chair can reveal a person's figure. Almost all the customers around are sitting on low chairs by the glass. Yang Zheng just turned sideways, showing two thin and long legs. Even the waitress at the bar couldn't bear it. Can't stop looking at her.

Yang Sheng walked over, covered the sight of the two men beside him, and gave Yang Zheng an earphone.

"What is this?" Yang Zheng's voice was very soft.

"Song, is it nice?" Yang Sheng tried hard to suppress his voice.

Yang Zheng felt that the voice was a little familiar, and asked, "Who is the singer?"

"Yan Xiaoyan!" Yang Sheng leaned in front of her: "I think her voice is very nice, isn't it a bit harsh and gentle. I think her voice is very recognizable..."

"Well, Mr. Yang, your Frappuccino is ready."

"Okay, thank you!" Yang Sheng took off the earphones to answer the conversation, took the Frappuccino, and couldn't find the earphones again—Yang Zheng plugged both of them.

"Isn't it nice?" Yang Sheng's smile was a little queasy, as if he sang the song.

"Yeah." Yang Zheng replied, with no expression on his face.

Yang Sheng smiled even more complacently.

Not long after they reached the north gate, Yang Sheng waved to Yang Zheng, stood at the door and said, "Leave me a supper tonight!"

Yang Zheng took off the earphones and waved at him, watching his back gather in the crowd.

She tidied up the cable of the earphones and put them in the storage box, and put them in the windbreaker pocket together with the mobile phone. The song just now was in her mind.

Chen Nianen's voice is indeed unique, more magnetic and sassy than ordinary female singers in ancient style, not lacking in softness and cleanliness.

The song is so-so, but the singer's voice is really nice.Thinking about it, the scene of Chen Nianen Yueyin waving at the door of the studio came to mind.

Yang Zheng faintly began to look forward to the finished song of "Flowers Blooming".

It was rush hour and there was a lot of traffic.Yang Zheng had no choice but to abandon the messy things in his mind and focus on the road conditions and the steering wheel.

The phone vibrated, and Yang Zheng stopped to look at it after parking the car.The icon on the screen flickered, indicating that the game had been downloaded.

Yang Zheng didn't click to install, and decisively deleted the installation package.

Yang Sheng probably won't be able to borrow her sister's cell phone this month.

Ms. Meng was busy with a table of dishes for Yang Zheng today. It was Yang Zheng's heart and soul when he was abroad. Yang Sheng probably could only eat leftovers when he came back from self-study.

It was so dark, Yang Jingcheng was reading the newspaper at the door, but he didn't get up when he saw Yang Zheng getting off the car.

Knowing that his father was waiting for him, Yang Zheng took the initiative to press the newspaper he was holding: "Dad, it's not good for your eyes to be so dark."

Yang Jingcheng put away the newspaper, nodded, stood up, and went to help Ms. Meng with the plate. His shirt was crumpled and stuck to his back, and he didn't have the demeanor of an elegant scholar in the past.

Looking at his back, Yang Zheng felt even warmer.Maybe home is a place where people feel warm.

Yang Zheng helped serve a meal, and the family of three sat upright, as if performing a ceremony.

"Xiao Sheng is not at home today, so I think I will have a holiday tomorrow." Ms. Meng said with a smile, "Tomorrow I will make a bigger meal."

Yang Zheng took a sip of the juice: "Then I won't keep it for him, I'll pick him up at night."

"I'm almost an adult, just ride a bicycle by myself." Yang Jingcheng looked at Yang Zheng: "Mr. Shen doesn't know you're back yet, remember to go and see tomorrow."

Yang Zheng nodded.

The Yang family is used to eating without talking or sleeping. Although the meal is quiet, there is no lack of warmth that should be there.

At the end of the meal, Yang Jingcheng asked: "Have you communicated with the school? When will you go to class?"

"I will start working on Monday, and I'm going to close the dormitory tomorrow." Yang Zheng replied.

Before Yang Zheng returned to China, he had contacted Lin'an University. Lin'an University gave Yang Zheng the title of associate professor and the dormitory was properly arranged.

The tutor of Dr. Yang Zheng is a well-known humanities researcher abroad. He wanted to keep Yang Zheng to teach in our school, but Yang Zheng refused.

It's not that Yang Zheng's moral sentiments are so noble. The humanities have little impact on the country's high-tech development, and the country doesn't urgently need talents in this area, nor can it be said that it attaches great importance to research in this area.

Yang Zheng just wanted to be closer to home, that's all.

The academic atmosphere abroad and the salary are all good, but it is a pity that I have no family and no taste of my hometown.

The monotony of breaded cows was nothing but the comfort of filling her stomach.

She looks forward to the holidays every year and misses her mom's home-cooked meals every day.

Yang Zheng put down his chopsticks and felt that his eye sockets were getting hot.