Be at the same table with the rumored boss

Su Gu was even more excited when he saw it, "Is it showing your face?"

Su Mianyang didn't bother to pay any attention to him. After putting down his chopsticks, he didn't say a word. He stood up and walked quickly to the stairs. Before going up the stairs, he stood where he was and waved to the dining table, "Xiao Lang, come here. "

Being called under such circumstances, Xiao Lang didn't have time to think too much. He subconsciously walked towards Su Mianyang. Yang."

Song Zhichun said hello, and she didn't show her temper until the two children went upstairs. The hand that was helping to straighten Su Gu's collar pulled his tie down, and she said angrily, "Strangle you!" An old bastard who can't speak, if you can't speak, don't use your presence all day."

When he walked to the room on the second floor, Su Mianyang no longer needed to hide his emotions. His mood deteriorated visibly. He pulled out the key chain from his trouser pocket and inserted it into the doorknob indiscriminately. Resisting the sound of "fuck".

Xiao Lang, who had been paying attention to Su Mianyang's emotions, bent down and picked up the key chain and handed it to him.

"...Thank you." Su Mianyang took the key and opened the door, walked to the window and sat down on the bed.

Xiao Lang followed behind him, sat on the chair in front of the desk, took out a collection of poems from his bag and looked at Su Mianyang, "Will you read Su Shi's collection of poems?"

"No, I don't understand." Su Mianyang sighed heavily, and he simply lay down behind him, stretched his arms and paralyzed on the bed, closing his eyes as if he didn't want to care about others.

Xiao Lang didn't speak, just opened the collection of poems and read quietly. Su Mianyang waited for a long time but didn't wait for Xiao Lang to speak first. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, and said for a long time, "I thought you were going to comfort me .”

"What's the comfort?" Xiao Lang turned back a page of the poetry anthology, "Comfort you not to be angry because of unfounded charges? Whose answer can you copy to be the first?"

Su Mianyang folded his arms behind his head, "Even the answer that you can see at a glance, but my dad can't see it."

In the face of Su Mianyang's education problem, Su Gu seems to be in the opposite direction. The more he tries to intervene in his life, the more he resents him. No matter how good he is, Su Gu can find shortcomings in it. I haven't heard a few praises from my father, as if everything I do is wrong.

"Tell me, it doesn't matter if I study well or not," Su Mianyang said, "Even my father doesn't believe me, so who should I teach?"

"This is your own life, and no one else needs to be responsible for you," Xiao Lang picked up a pen and wrote his reflections next to the poem, "Even if someone ruins your life with one sentence, the public will only think that you are willing Fall."

Suddenly hearing such alarmist examples, Su Mianyang subconsciously said, "How old are you..."

Su Mianyang originally thought that Xiao Lang was only 17 years old, and he had reached the age qualifications to see through the world, but when he thought of Liu Shilong who ran into him over the wall that night, and Xiao Lang's calm face admitting the stains of his past, Su Mianyang consciously swallowed. I finished the second half of the sentence.

Intuition tells Su Mianyang that Xiao Lang has experienced much more than him, and it is unwise to question the other party on this kind of matter.

"I just want to tell you that I understand your feelings." When Su Mianyang looked at Xiao Lang, the other party was about to turn over a new page, his thin and pale knuckles rested on the poetry anthology, and when he raised his hand, the back of his hand was close to the knuckles The position of the waist is sunken downwards, and the wrist is so thin that it can be easily crushed.

"I also tell you from the perspective of someone who has experienced it, it is really stupid to be angry with other people and ignore your own future. You have no way to influence other people's emotions."

Xiao Lang is qualified enough to answer this question. Xiao Ziqiang's image of a drunkard is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. He has been isolated by the people around him since he was a child. In junior high school, Pan Xueying is divorcing Xiao Ziqiang. Those aunts in the yard will tease him when they see him, "You Parents don't want you anymore."

This may be just a joke in the eyes of others, but no one realized how much impact this sentence had on Xiao Lang's heart at the time.

He had never counted on Xiao Ziqiang, and Pan Xueying would leave him after the divorce. No one wanted him, so what should he do in the future?

So he depraved, gave up on himself, and felt that his life was a mistake. Xiao Lang wanted to use this method to attract the attention of people around him, but found that it was useless except to make those people who were indifferent to him laugh at him.

He hated himself more and more day by day, Xiao Lang felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff for countless times.

Later, in a final exam, the meaning of the Chinese composition was "If you could go back in time, what would you do?"

At that time, I didn't think too much about it, maybe because of my rebellious heart, or maybe because I wanted to call for help in the end, Xiao Lang wrote only one sentence in the whole composition: "I want to prevent my mother from meeting my father."

But this composition was regarded as a zero-point demonstration. The Chinese teacher criticized him in front of the whole class, saying that his attitude towards the exam was not serious and his views were not correct. How could this kind of learning attitude be admitted to high school? It must be another disaster after society.

The whole class roared with laughter, and Xiao Lang could still clearly remember the expression on the face of his deskmate who was about to burst out of laughter.

It was afternoon, and the sun slanted in from the window, coating everyone around him with a layer of bright gold, but he was forgotten by the sun, huddled in the corner dejectedly.The sunlight that shone on the glass cover of the clock was refracted several times and landed on his book, hurting Xiao Lang's eyes.

As a result, the courage accumulated over the past ten years was wiped out in an instant.

Sometimes people are really fragile, just one sentence can completely destroy them, and the belief that they have always wanted to live well is so pale and powerless in the face of bad words.

That afternoon Xiao Lang secretly climbed onto the roof of the school. He stood on the edge of the roof and looked at the bustling crowd under his feet.

Many years later, when Xiao Lang thinks of this incident again, he always sighs with emotion that it is a blessing in disguise. It is sad that the last hope is shattered, but life is like this. There is another village where the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

If it wasn't for this composition incident, he would never have met Liu Ming, the person who changed his life.

When Xiao Lang raised his foot, Liu Ming stopped him and asked him a question: "How much is a glass of water worth?"

At that time Xiao Lang was full of guard and refused to answer.

Liu Ming said that giving this glass of water to travelers who are dying of thirst in the desert would be a life-saving straw, and if the water was poured into the sewer, it would only increase the storage of sewage.

The value of this glass of water itself has never changed, but if it is placed in a different environment, people's recognition of its value will naturally vary.

"So, do you want the glass of water in the desert or the glass in the sewer? Now the choice is in your hands, and you don't need to care about other people's eyes." Liu Ming asked.

Xiao Lang paused, and he stood on the edge of the roof and said, "I can't meet that traveler who needs my glass of water."

In the sunshine, Xiao Lang heard Liu Ming's voice behind him, which was somewhat unreal through the transmission of the wind, "I am, I really like you."

"This little classmate, I'm Liu Ming, the new substitute Chinese teacher. I've also read your composition. Maybe we can have a good talk?"

Xiao Lang turned his head to look at Liu Ming, his whole body was shining under the sun, just as dazzling as his name.

Liu Ming, the lumen that brings light to people.

Things began to change after I met Liu Ming, everything was developing in a good direction, there were more sunny weather, and the cicadas in midsummer were no longer noisy but like a summer sonata.

Xiao Lang got rid of all the bad habits, listened carefully to the lectures and studied hard, put away the spikes on his body, and tried to treat everyone he met gently.

Later, his grades were among the best and he was admitted to No. [-] High School. Later, the people around him began to play and fight with him. Later, Ms. Pan hugged him and cried and said that she would never leave him. Later...

It was Liu Ming who brought him to this lively and humane world, and let him know that happiness that was once out of reach was within reach, and the world was far gentler than he imagined.

Xiao Lang thought that this time he could really fall in love with this world again, until Liu Ming's death dealt him another fatal blow.

"Take me for example, what do you think of my grades?" Xiao Lang put the question on himself.

"It's okay to be a top student, occupying the throne of the grade." Su Mianyang replied immediately.

Xiao Lang's grades are really nothing to pay attention to. It is a legend in the first high school, and now he has become a god in the first high school exam. It will be surprising if he is not the first in the red list from a distance.

"Do you know that I used to be an unlearned scumbag? The kind who can only get [-] or [-] points in English." Xiao Lang said.

Su Mianyang raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Seeing Su Mianyang's silence, Xiao Lang continued: "It took me a semester in the third year of junior high school to catch up with them and overtake them."

Su Mianyang was really surprised. As soon as he had an impression of Xiao Lang, the other party was already a god who was shining all over his body. He thought Xiao Lang was such a dazzling existence that people couldn't ignore him since he was a child. "Do you want to talk to me?" What are you talking about? Your talent is good, so the progress is fast?"

"I want to tell you that the needs of the environment define how much a person's value can be. If you think the environment is good, you should look up to the people around you and become an equally good person. If you think the environment is not good, try to pull yourself together. Get out of that place." Xiao Lang said casually, but every word hit Su Mianyang's heart accurately.

"They bury you in the ground, but you have to know that you are a seed. They satirize you, slander you, and want you to disappear from now on. Ask yourself, are you going to let them do what they want?"

What he said made Su Mianyang's heart agitated. He felt that he was a dog that could swallow the moon and the sun.

"As expected of you..." Su Mianyang felt a little emotional, "Father Lang, it's a pity that you don't go to MLM with your eloquence."