After school bully of the nine-tailed fox stared at me

The checkout battle ended when Duan Miansong threw down a hundred-yuan bill and ran away, Feng Yu quickly caught up and stuffed 50 yuan into his pocket.

If one person pays half, the relationship will not break up (what).

"what."

It wasn't until downstairs in the community that Feng Yu remembered that Duan Miansong's suit was still hanging on the balcony of his house.

"I washed it this morning, but I haven't had time to iron it... How about I send it to your company another day, or express it to you."

Duan Miansong wanted to say it's okay, you can keep it, but remembering how Feng Yu fought with him for 50 yuan just now, he pursed his lips and swallowed.

"Okay. You are busy with work, just let Tangtang pass it on."

Feng Yu smiled, "I'll do it myself, it's more convenient."

Duan Miansong nodded and said nothing more.

Mr. Duan obviously didn't understand the meaning of "convenience".

In Feng Yu's view, he is not only an ordinary "student parent", but also a married demon.

Although it is said that the clear is self-clear, as long as you grasp the scale in everything, it will be fine.But Feng Yu has been used to being cautious over the years, and it is inevitable that he will over-consider when things happen.

Before Duan Miansong asked Duan Jingtang to bring him the coat, Feng Yu felt something was wrong.But Duan Miansong is very frank, so he can't say much, otherwise it will appear that his mind is impure.

The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and they are fine as they are now.

"Then I'll go up first, Mr. Duan. Thank you for taking me back, be careful on the way."

"Okay, Teacher Feng, go to bed early."

The voice-activated lights in the old community were not very sensitive. After the adult Lu Shu disappeared at the corridor entrance, it took a long time for the dim light to return to darkness.

Sitting in the car, Duan Miansong opened the storage box, hesitated for a moment, and then closed it again.

There was a half pack of cigarettes in it, which he didn't usually touch very much, only occasionally smoking one when he was too tired and irritable.

Duan Miansong didn't know what happened to him.

Tonight was obviously very relaxing and enjoyable.

Yes, being with Feng Yu made him feel very happy.

It was a subtle feeling that Duan Miansong couldn't describe.Even if it's just talking face to face, sitting together and eating at a roadside stall, the relaxed and happy mood is enough to soothe his tiredness for a day.

Duan Miansong leaned against the back of the chair and slowly closed his eyes.

Mr. Duan, Mr. Duan.

Feng Yu's last "Mr. Duan" echoed in his ears all the time, and with some rhythmic music, it could almost dominate the list of the ghost animal section of the video site, and it can be called a magic sound.

He could hear hundreds of "Mr. Duan" up and down this day, and there was never a single sound that could upset him so much.

It's just a title.Duan Miansong told himself, didn't he also call Feng Yu Teacher Feng, it's normal, it's just a title, it shows respect.

But he didn't like it.

Then what did he want Feng Yu to call him?

That night, the slender and soft man leaned in his arms, with his cheek against his chest, calling him sleepily, Mian Song.

sleep pine.

Duan Miansong was lost in the darkness for a long time.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and pressed his heart hard.

There seemed to be a hundred fawns shuffling their hooves and hopping repeatedly, stepping on his heart every time.

Heart beating violently, like beating a drum.

Duan Miansong quickly took out the Qingxin Pills in his pocket, poured out a handful, and suddenly paused.

He looked at the small black pill in his palm, and for some reason, he remembered the little tear mole in the corner of Feng Yu's eye.

Hand shakes.Crackling, black particles scattered all over the ground.

Duan Miansong threw away the medicine bottle and slowly covered his eyes.

crazy.

He is not premature heart failure.

He is crazy.

Feng Yu looked at the suit with a big hole on the table and thought he might be crazy.

He can also be distracted while ironing clothes, he kills himself.

The iron in his hand was still smoking. At that moment, Feng Yu wanted to just put his face on it and forget it.

His face should not be as valuable as this suit.

Turn on the image recognition function of the shopping software, and scan the suit.Feng Yu was holding the phone, looking at the string of zeros, his hands were shaking like Parkinson's.

Three months salary, smack, gone.

Feng Yu fell on the sofa, Lu Shu was weak.jpg.

This angle of view was facing the bookshelf next to the living room. Feng Yu stared at the spine of the row for a while, and then his eyes fell on the book in the farthest corner.

Ten minutes later, Feng Yu sat up and walked slowly towards the bookshelf.

How long has it been.

Feng Yu took out the booklet, and slid his finger over the dusty corner of the book, the cracks on the leather cover were clearly visible.

The golden font on it has faded a bit, but it can still be seen that what is printed on it is——

Kunlun High School's 86 graduation album.

That's right, Kunlun is his alma mater, and it is also the place that changed his life.

The head teacher at that time still had thick hair, but the current dean has gradually tended to the Mediterranean.He got bald and got stronger.

Feng Yu turned the pages one by one, with a calm face.There is no emotion of regretting the years, nor a smile immersed in memories.

The student days were not good for him.

If time has brought him anything other than a herniated disc, it is that after so many years, he can look at everything calmly.

Obscure, difficult, painful, and... sweet.

The hand turning the page suddenly stopped, Feng Yu lowered his eyes, his eyes flickered slightly.

It was a page of photos, one inch per inch of a graduate photo, eight in a row, eight rows on a page, more than 60 small heads neatly arranged together, white background, black and red school uniform.

Feng Yu is the second from the left in the last row, the corner in the corner, the most inconspicuous position.

Just like his demon.

The young deer Shu has not yet fully grown, and is as thin as a stunted bean sprouts. His thick bangs almost cover his eyes, his pale face and shrunken posture are so out of tune with the other youthful faces around him.

For a long time, Feng Yu hated him so much.

Now, he looked at the strange yet familiar boy in the corner, and smiled at him.

His eyes slowly moved up, passing by those faces that had long been forgotten, and finally fixed on the center of the first row.

Some monsters, from the time of their cubs, have always looked like upright and cold old cadres.

The smile on Feng Yu's lips deepened, and his fingertips involuntarily touched the boy's face.

The little nine-tailed fox who has just grown up, no matter in appearance or other things, is so dazzling that the demon dare not look directly at it.

He was born to be the proud son of heaven, and everyone admired him in every gesture. He is a demon with the sun living in him, and he is destined to shine brightly all his life.

It's the exact opposite of the little bean sprouts in the last row.

The gap between them is like the arrangement of the photos, the difference between heaven and earth, clouds and mud.

Feng Yu looked at that face for a long time and narrowed his eyes.

"It's so tender..."

The adult Lu Shu collapsed on the sofa holding the photo album, and let out the voice of an old hooligan.

"Abstinence, the eternal god."

Because it has been rubbed too many times, the three small black prints under the photo are a little blurred.

After 12 years, Feng Yu once again depicted the name that was engraved in his heart and behind his back.

Duan, sleep, loose.

The monster lives up to its name.

No matter how many midsummers have passed, he is still that tall and straight boy.

The boy who once turned his back on all the demons just to reach out to him.

the last time.

Feng Yu said to herself.

this is the last time.

Just like what he said to himself outside the demon's wedding 12 years ago.

He will always remember the appearance of this boy and everything about him.But miss so blatantly, this is the last time.

The moment he closed the photo album, he turned back into a math teacher at Kunlun High School.

Rigorous, serious, strict, and strict with self-discipline.

Feng Yu arranged her position clearly.

It was his little Nine-Tailed Fox that was on the bottom of his heart, and Mr. Duan, the student's parent, was eating at the roadside stall with him tonight.

And now, the ripped suits of the students' parents are still lying on his desk.

Feng Yu once again covered her head in pain.

Help, he is one step away from his senior nursing home.

The time limit for customizing high-end suits is really terrible.

After ordering a jacket of the same brand and model on the official website, Feng Yu sent a message to Duan Miansong while feeling pain.He made up a random reason, hoping to delay it for half a month.

But that's good too, they shouldn't have to meet again in the short term, and when the clothes arrive, he can just express them and it's okk.

On the third day with this thought in mind, Duan Miansong appeared in front of Feng Yu again.

Or he called himself.

"I'm really sorry, this parent meeting was rather sudden, and it's for some students. We only received the notice yesterday."

Feng Yu smiled in front of him, mmp in his heart.

What zz behavior, there is a parent-teacher meeting for a small mid-term exam, let's hold it, it is aimed at the parents of students who are in the last [-] grades, and the new vice principal is out of his mind.

Duan Miansong nodded, "I understand that Tangtang's grades have not been good, which made Teacher Feng bother. I heard him say that this time is No. 6 from the bottom, and he has improved compared to last time. I believe him."

The smile on Feng Yu's face froze, "Progress?"

Duan Miansong smiled, "That's right, he was the fourth from the bottom of his class in the last monthly exam, an improvement of two places."

As he said that, Mr. Duan even said "yeah".

Looking at those playful two fingers, Feng Yu suddenly couldn't bear it.

"That, Mr. Duan."

"Duan Jingtang's last No. 6 this time... is the grade ranking."

Duan Miansong: "..."

"In terms of class ranking, he is second to last."

Feng Yu also gave a trembling "Yeah".

Duan Miansong: "..."

Sometimes it only takes a "yeah" to bring down a group president.

"President Duan, are you alright?"

Duan Miansong supported the wall and took a deep breath, "I'm fine. I'll take back the full set of Darjeeling tea and perfume gift box as a reward for him when I get back."

Feng Yu: "..."

Darjeeling tea for two improvement?You are doting!

And why is it perfume!Isn't the complete set of math problem sets delicious? ?

The content of the parent meeting is nothing more than that.

Analyze the grades, analyze the grades of the poor students, analyze why the grades of the poor students are so poor, come to the conclusion that the effort is not enough, give the parents some chicken blood, and end the meeting.

When he came out of the large classroom, Duan Miansong's face had returned to ruddy, and he felt full of vitality.