Can it be made public?

Most of the pavements on both sides of the street have living rooms. The house on the corner was originally a garage. The rolling shutter door was raised, and a metal tricycle was pushed out.

The person pushing the cart was an old man, wearing a white vest, with his left foot slightly sloped. When he went out, he didn't pay attention. The metal wheel suddenly hit the threshold, making a loud bang.

The birds on the branch suddenly flew away, and Zhu Yi's pen suddenly left a long mark on the test paper. He couldn't hold back, and rushed out from the inside: "Didn't I tell you to keep your voice down!"

The old man finally pushed the little three rounds out, and he was also taken aback by his yelling: "Isn't it just a little noise? Why such a big reaction?"

"I told you earlier that I was doing my homework, and now my train of thought has been interrupted, what do you say?!"

"Isn't it because something hit the door? I didn't mean it. Besides, I came out and closed the door for you. How could you know that this would disturb you?"

"Didn't I remind you to be careful when you said you were going out to set up a stall? Didn't you agree?!"

"But I didn't remember all of a sudden, and who did I go out to set up a stall for? Isn't it for you? If it wasn't for you to study, I would still run out in such a hot day, old man?"

"Uh..." The hot air made people dizzy, and made people more flammable and explosive.

Seeing that the quarrel was about to develop in an uncontrollable direction, Zhu Yi took a deep breath, threw the pen directly, and ran out the door like the wind.

It ended up almost bumping into someone passing by outside.

He saw the person's face clearly, and suddenly froze: "Squad, squad leader?"

Ji Li was also taken aback, but he was not as uncomfortable as him, and greeted him in his usual tone: "Hello."

The old man not far away called Zhu Yi's name while pushing the little three rounds to this side.

Zhu Yi hurriedly lowered his head, ran back in a panic, and quickly disappeared at the garage door.

Ji Li withdrew his gaze: "Let's go."

The destination that Ying Yunsheng took him out for this trip was not far ahead, it was a Cantonese restaurant, and there was only an A4 piece of paper pasted on the door, with the name of the shop "Tangju" printed on it, which perfectly blended into the small advertisements on the surrounding telephone poles , for fear that others would find out.

The air conditioner inside was set at [-] degrees. The proprietress was wearing a shirt and a knitted vest, she put down the embroidery needle in her hand, and when she saw the face of the visitor, there was obvious surprise in her eyes: "Yunsheng? You...bring your classmates to dinner ?”

Ying Yunsheng gave a "hmm" and took the menu.

The store is not big, but it is very clean. There are a few square tables on both sides against the wall. The walls are covered with bright yellow wallpaper and framed embroidery is hung on it.

While walking, Ji Li looked at the embroidery on the wall, and unknowingly came to the window of the back kitchen, and heard faint conversations coming from the green curtain connected to the back kitchen.

"Yunsheng? Why are you here?"

"I'll pay."

"Come whenever you want, no need to pay."

"I'll put the money here. If it's not enough, you can find me again."

"After all, we are a family, you don't have to make the distinction so clearly."

Ying Yunsheng didn't answer this sentence, opened the curtain and walked out, and then saw Ji Li stopped at the door.

"How much is the meal?"

Ying Yunsheng was silent for two seconds, and said truthfully: "72."

If the two share it equally, it is just more than the price of the box of Dafu he gave him a few days ago.

Ji Li didn't make a sound.

Ying Yunsheng knew that he must want this, and he also knew that his calculation so clearly was actually pushing the relationship between the two of them.But if possible, he actually hopes that there will be no money relationship between them from the beginning.

As soon as the proprietress came out, she saw this scene: "The food is ready, you two are..."

Ji Li withdrew his gaze and walked back to his seat.

The other party didn't ask for AA, but Ying Yunsheng heaved a sigh of relief.

The proprietress took his reaction into her eyes and introduced me to Ji Li when the dishes were served: "I am Yun Sheng's aunt. If you don't mind, you can call him whatever you want."

Ji Li smiled: "Hello."

There were no other customers in the store except them, and the food was served quickly.

Ji Li usually goes out with others and rarely touches outside food, but Cantonese cuisine has always been characterized by freshness and lightness, and there is very little oil, salt and pepper in it, which unexpectedly suits his taste.

The two finished their meal peacefully. During the period, the proprietress hesitated to speak several times, but she didn't say anything until she sent them out.

Students in Qiaozhong do not have weekends and weekends, and the weekends are only Sundays since they entered school.Now that they are in the second year of high school, the students in the ordinary class can still enjoy a day off, but the rest time of the experimental class has been reduced to a frantic half day - they must return to school every Sunday afternoon to take the weekly exam.

Prophet Mao called this special treatment the honor of the experimental class.

Ye Ruhui called such an unnecessary move the practice of killing without trace.

Jian Mingyuan watched as Prophet Mao took the kraft paper bag and called Ye Ruhui directly to Ye Ruhui's head at the moment when the voice fell, and sincerely admired Ye Ruhui's persistent attitude in contradicting the head teacher.

The test this week is mathematics, two hours from 02:30 to 04:30.

Now that Ji Li lost his schoolbag, he first borrowed Jian Mingyuan's pen for the exam.

The temperature in September was high, and the rain in the early morning did not neutralize the heat of Qiuhu at all. The fan hanging from the ceiling was spinning creakingly, and everyone was sweating even the palms holding the pens. The more they wrote, the more dry they felt.

Until there was a "crash", someone walked up to the podium with an answer sheet.

Jian Mingyuan was shocked.

The students below were shocked.

Even the head teacher who invigilated the exam checked the time before asking, "Submit it now?"

Ji Li said "hmm": "Can I go out after handing in the test paper?"

Prophet Mao casually said, "You really don't want to stay in the classroom?"

"It's too hot in the classroom."

Prophet Mao was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded: "That's right, the weather is probably quite difficult for you." Then he made a decision, "The electric card should be inserted in the blue bookshelf on the left side of my desk. You can see, you can help me to pay a fee now."

When Ji Li used to face a table full of papers and pens, he felt that the other party might have misunderstood the phrase "can be seen at a glance".

10 minute later.

Ji Li returned to the classroom, inserted the electric card into the slot, and pressed the air conditioner switch.

The students sitting on both sides didn't need to say hello at all, they closed the windows in unison.The people in the first row were the first to benefit, feeling the cool air coming from their faces, looking at him as if seeing an angel: "Long live the squad leader."

Ji Li didn't stay in the classroom too long, he put down the remote control and walked upstairs.

The dean's office is on the fourth floor.

Ji Li knocked on the door, and after being allowed to go in, he found the desk of the dean, and saw the familiar fat figure behind the computer at a glance.

"Director Qiu."

Qiu Gu poked his head out from behind the computer, saw him, and raised his eyebrows: "Ji Li? What can I do with the teacher?"

"I lost a schoolbag at noon."

Qiu Gu stopped typing on the keyboard, leaned back on the back of the chair, and said in a stern tone, "Is it you who climbed the wall and ran out at noon today?"

Ying Yunsheng just stepped into the office when he heard this sentence, and subconsciously paused.

Ji Li: "It's me."

Qiu Gu was caught off guard by his candid admission. He didn't have a chance to say what he had prepared, so he held back for a long time before he could say: "Why go out?"

Ji Li: "Go home and have dinner."

Qiu Gu: "Why didn't you go back after school yesterday?"

"I had a conflict with my family yesterday."

"Why did you leave without finishing get out of class?"

"I can't catch the bus if I don't get there sooner."

"Why do you want to climb over the wall?"

"The school gate is not open."

Ying Yunsheng: "..."

If he hadn't been one of the witnesses, he would have believed all the reasons and consequences.

"boom--"

Qiu Gu suddenly slapped the table, and all the pen holders, pen holders, textbooks and small ornaments jumped up, and the sudden increase in voice startled the other teachers in the office who were eavesdropping: "You treat me as short-sighted at seven hundred degrees. You can’t tell how many heads a person has? Did you bring a girl with you when you ran? You have to drag your family with you to eat?!”

"Uh..." It turned out that the point of anger was here.

Just as Ji Li was about to speak, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "That person is me."

Qiu Gu turned his head stiffly.

In fact, Ying Yunsheng came here for the matter of noon, and without waiting to ask, he took the initiative to give the explanation he wanted: "But we just met by chance, and there is no puppy love."

Qiu Gu almost couldn't catch his breath.

The final result of this matter was that the two were fined a thousand-word self-criticism.

It is estimated that because of the bonus for the first offense, such a punishment is actually considered light.And Qiu Gu was probably choked up by that tone, and in the end he didn't remember to notify the class teacher when he started warning.

Ji Li took the pen and paper kindly provided by the teacher who was listening to the whole process at the next table, spread the letter paper on the marble fence, and wrote down the three words of self-criticism in the first line.

Then it stopped.

His Chinese scores are actually not bad. He has written argumentative essays, narrative essays, and explanatory essays in the past, but he has never practiced the advanced skills of writing a review.

This side is still thinking about how to start, but the person at the other end has already finished writing four or five lines.

Ji Li looked curiously, and even wanted to ask the other party for advice.

Ying Yunsheng probably also noticed the gaze on his body: "What's wrong?"

Ji Li asked, "Can you teach me how to write a self-criticism?"

"Uh..." Ying Yunsheng glanced at the blank space on his side, and looked away: "Wait until I finish writing."

The other party wrote with forgetfulness, Ji Li didn't ask any more questions, and waited while turning his pen, letting his thoughts go away little by little.

There is still a self-study period after the exam, and the whole teaching building is extremely quiet at the moment.But the wind in the high-rise building is very strong, rubbing the air and humming, hula hula rolled up the letter paper under his elbow and flew, until the get out of class bell suddenly rang.

A corner of the paper was suddenly pressed, and the huffing stopped.

Ji Li regained his senses and subconsciously looked at it.

With a little force from the fingertips that pressed it, the paper was gently pulled away, and then a self-criticism was pushed over.

Ying Yunsheng said: "You use this one."

Ji Li was taken aback.

Before he could make a sound, the other party stretched out his right hand again, holding a pen and signed his name on the blank space above the letter paper.

In just a few seconds, the other party withdrew his hand and lowered his head to write the second article.

The author says:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!