Eastern Star Spot

Liao Dongxing heard it, and frowned and glanced at Shen Jiu, looking a little gloomy for some reason.

Pu Jie could see that he was unhappy, but Shen Jiu didn't notice it, and continued to babble a few joking words, a little too much.

Seeing that she didn't intend to stop, Liao Dongxing suddenly spoke out in a not very kind tone:

"shut your mouth."

"What about me has anything to do with you?"

"Eight mother-in-law."

Shen Jiu was dumbfounded by what he said, and when she came back to her senses, her neck was red all the way to her ears: "You are not happy to say that you are handsome? Why are you pretending to be coercive? Are you already happy in your heart?"

Liao Dongxing stood up and approached: "I don't hit women, but you don't have to."

Shen Jiu stiffened his neck and didn't move back, but quietly clenched his fists: "You hit me—"

"Okay, Shen Jiu." Pu Jie took her shoulders and pulled her back.

Someone persuaded: "On the first day, let's all calm down."

Shen Jiu rolled her eyes.

Liao Dongxing licked his molars, and said mockingly, "Shen Jiu, right? Do you want to turn you into Shen Shiba?"

"Fuck you!" The hairs all over her body exploded.

After 10 minutes, Ye Ban carried the two of them into the office, one on each side, looking worried.

Teacher Cai, with an expression of "I'm right!", nestled behind his desk to watch the play.

"Tell me, why are you so noisy?"

No one spoke.His gaze fell on Shen Jiu's face, motioning for her to speak first.

"I praised him for being handsome. I said he was a cutie. He came up to find fault." Shen Jiu didn't even want to look at Liao Dongxing, and his impression of him was so bad that it was in outer space, and his disgust was so vivid.

Ye Ban nodded to show that he understood, then looked at Liao Dongxing: "What do you want to say."

silence.

silence.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

"..."

Ye Ban's head hurt so much, he said, "You go out first."

Liao Dongxing walked out of the office without saying a word.Ye Ban didn't speak, but looked at Shen Jiu.

She told the ins and outs, without concealing anything or exaggerating, and the office was quiet for a while after she finished speaking.

Even though Shen Jiu was big-hearted, she was still a little nervous at the moment, and couldn't help but argue: "We didn't do anything, we just quarreled for a while, and I ran away when he came up..."

Ye Ban laughed angrily, and said, "So you broke the glass window?"

"...I threw a thermos over there." She whispered, "Who knew that the windows of the studio are so fragile, no wonder they are not usually soundproof..."

Ye Ban said: "Then what do you think you did wrong now?"

She said nothing.

He sighed, stood up and put his hand on her head and patted her twice - it was supposed to be on the shoulder, but the child was really too short.

"You shouldn't talk about what other people look like in public."

Shen Jiu immediately retorted: "I'm praising him, it's because he reacted too much."

Ye Ban said: "It's not even a compliment. If you think a person is beautiful, you can appreciate it in private, but once you comment on it in front of the public, it means that you take this thing as a talking point and put it on the stage, and things are seen. There must be shadows behind the light. How do you ensure that others have the same views as you. Although they don’t express it on the bright side, they may deny your views in their hearts, such as ‘I don’t think he is handsome’, ‘that’s That’s it’, they bring their inner thoughts into the attitude of getting along, maybe unconsciously, it’s your cause and effect.”

He said flatly and gently: "He didn't do anything, because you have been given a negative definition for no reason because of your unintentional, even seemingly praiseworthy words, and this is your responsibility."

Shen Jiu was not convinced after hearing him say a long paragraph.She raised her head and said, "But he is recognized as handsome."

Ye Ban said: "Then do you think I'm handsome?"

She replied without hesitation: "Handsome."

He smiled: "I don't think it's handsome."

Shen Jiu showed a look of disapproval again, so Ye Ban said again: "Look, we had differences in aesthetics before, so what you said is generally accepted, who is the 'gong'? Most of them? The remaining small part Woolen cloth."

Shen Jiu lowered his head, and Ye Ban smiled lightly: "The word 'democracy' originated from Greece, and it originally meant: to manage the country according to the principle of equality and the minority obeying the majority. Democracy cannot guarantee everyone's democracy, let alone other ——Okay, you go back, I will bear the cost of the window this time, and you will be fined five assignments each. You call Liao Dongxing over. "

Shen Jiu went out of the office door, and after a few seconds, she suddenly came back, holding the door frame to reveal her head, "Can teacher add a friend?"

Ye Ban was stunned for a moment, and nodded without laughing. The two added WeChat friends, and she left happily.

After returning to the classroom, Pu Jie looked worried: "Are you okay?"

"What's the matter!" Shen Jiu bounced around in place, with his short hair flying up into the sky, "Smart people don't whisper! I want to call him dad, and I am over eighteen! I have low intelligence! I am not big! There is no difference in gender! He If I want a daughter, I am a daughter, if I want a son, I am a son!"

"..." Pu Jie was speechless, worried in vain, and couldn't help mocking, "Are you going to show some face?"

"No," Shen Jiu said seriously, "You have to be sincere when you recognize your father, and you have a flimsy face—the one over there, my father told you to go to the office." She said to Liao Dongxing.

When Liao Dongxing entered the office, Yeban was making tea, hot water poured into the cup, and a bitter but fresh smell of tea stems wafted out of the cup.

It's awesome to have a fan girl out of one conversation, Liao Dongxing thought.

Ye Ban put the teacup on the table and asked, "Why don't you like to be called handsome?"

If you don't like it, you don't like it. Why are there so many.

"Speak." He didn't even urge him in a hurry.

Liao Dongxing curled his lips: "There's no reason, I'm ugly, and saying that I look like you is just mocking me, okay?"

Teacher Cai, who was watching secretly, laughed out loud.

Ye Ban showed no expression, and said, "If you talk like that again, I will punish you for your homework."

Perhaps because of the previous chance encounters, he had a good impression of this handsome guy.He is not a bad temper himself, so he appears more gentle and patient.

"..." Liao Dongxing had to correct his attitude, but he didn't feel awe of the teacher, and he was frank and chatting, "...do you have any strengths that you particularly hate?"

Ye Ban was caught off guard by his rhetorical question, thought about it seriously, and said: "Is life so logical?"

Liao Dongxing said lazily: "Mr. Ye, you owe me too much. You haven't worried about it. My son's life is really good, and everything is arranged by someone."

Ye Ban understood what he meant, so she smiled and said: "I really have never suffered a lot, you are right... Then what's wrong with you, people still call you handsome? Or is everyone loves you, causing Mental burden?"

Just now, he was a bit like Kuang Chenjiu, that silly kid, and like Liao Dongxing, maybe he really couldn't find a few people who could say that he was not handsome without conscience.

Liao Dongxing smiled with his mouth open: "Isn't it just that everyone loves me?"

Seeing that he doesn't eat oil and salt, Ye Ban can only let him go back to punish his homework, the days are still long, and there is plenty of time to communicate.

Liao Dongxing didn't want to go back to the classroom, so he breathed in the window, and smelled a faint smell of smoke, and went to the corridor to have a look, and it turned out to be Pan Guomao, a dog friend who skipped class together.

He stretched his legs and sat down on the fourth step from the bottom. Pan Guomao was a few steps above him, his ears sank, and he had a cigarette in his mouth.

Liao Dongxing took down the cigarette, didn't smoke, just held the cigarette butt to play up and down, and said casually: "Are you going to make money at night?"

Pan Guomao seemed to be waiting for his words, and immediately responded, "Go."

Obviously it was a game booster, but they said it was like they were going to do some illegal business.

Liao Dongxing curled his lips and lowered his eyes, and threw the cigarette back to him: "That's fine, it's done."

"09:30, the old place." He pressed the cigarette on the steps and smiled ecstatically just like Liao Dongxing just now.

"Fuck." Liao Dongxing wiped his face with his hand, his facial features filled with despair, "Can you stop laughing like this?"

"..." Pan Guomao gave him a wink, "That's how you laughed just now."

"Fart." He muttered, "How can I be so ugly."

"It was supposed to be..."

"Besides, I'll beat you—"

The two walked out while talking, and opened the window of the corridor before leaving. The wind in early July was hot and dry, blowing away the smell of smoke in the corridor.

It was still early in the evening, and Liao Dongxing was so angry that he climbed over the wall familiarly, took the bus for eight stops, and went home.

He walked through the long small streets of Qingshi Lane, through the study with parrot cages, and stopped in front of the next door, and crossed the threshold with the diners who came next to him.

This small restaurant is called "Minghe No. [-] Home". The boss is brave enough to hang such a sign in Minghe Town. Fortunately, the cook is very similar to that: fried, fried, fried, sweet in the south, salty in the north, spicy in the east Western acid, there is no one who can't.But the best he makes is the egg soup. When it comes out from one end, it is light yellow and green onion, and it almost slides down the throat in one bite.

Liao Dongxing often came to help the cook when he was a child. There is only one waiter in this restaurant, and he is also the boss.Not only the kitchen, he went wherever there was a shortage of people. After six or seven years, the cook and the boss regarded him as his own, and he was settled here for breakfast and dinner, and he could get a little extra salary.Life will not be difficult after his father is gone.

The older and more outstanding he was, the more willing his boss was to let him hang out in the lobby.The boss is a native of Minghe, with a low level of education. He is over 40 and has no companion or children for some reason. Whenever he sees Liao Dongxing entering the kitchen, he will yell at him, "You go to the lobby and beat me, the gentleman is far away." Bao Chef, if you have nothing to do, don't come to the boiler, your face is blackened."

The cook would come out helplessly, still holding the spatula in his hand, and said: "That's the gentleman who cooks far away, I stay by the stove every day, have I become Bao Gong?"

Sometimes the boss would become angry with embarrassment, sometimes he would not, and would often push him back with disgust, "It's all right, you're the whitest, go stew your eggs and don't come out and show your eyes."

In fact, the cook is quite upright, with the face of a middle-aged handsome uncle, but he cooks pots and pans every day, and Xi Shi smells like firewood after a long time.Liao Dongxing was raised by them as their half-son, but the three of them didn't realize it. The boss felt that he just used this kid as a tool to attract customers, and when he put this boy in the lobby, there were a few more tables for people to eat.

There were not many customers today, so the boss leaned against the accounting counter and pressed the calculator after serving the dishes. The keys were tuned to the sound of an electronic organ, and he was typing "Twinkle Twinkle Shiny".

When he saw Liao Dongxing, he looked up at the clock on the wall, and then asked, "You don't have class at night?"

Liao Dongxing said without changing his face: "Teacher has something to do, it's a holiday."

"Putting Nong Niang's stone bullshit," he frowned, "did he skip class again?"

Liao Dongxing didn't say a word, and went around him to serve dishes in the kitchen, but he stopped him, "Wait a minute, I don't have to work on you today, go home and do your homework, you're already in your third year of high school, so you need to be smarter." He yelled into the kitchen With a voice, "Chicken hearts and pig brains are cut? Let Xing Xing take home some fried dishes to eat."

Half a quarter of an hour later, Liao Dongxing was kicked out of Minghe No. [-] Residence with a bowl of stir-fried brains, and the parrot in the study next door watched him squeak.This is a broken-billed parrot, who listens to three aunts and six wives chatting on the street every day, and hears a lot of gossip from the neighbors, but his brain is limited, and he can only repeat a few syllables.It can't be heard or told, so it hates humans every day, and yells when it catches people, making people suspect that it is a crow.

Liao Dongxing whistled at it, and walked back to the place where he lived along the road.

The landlord's house stands along the river, facing the water in the south, and half of the foundation is built of stones, which is called "Shibakan" in dialect, which is unique to Jiangnan water towns. Green leaves; a few stone steps protruding out are specially reserved for washing rice by the river (although it is a new washing machine and sink now), the landlady often stands on it to mop, this is the downstream, so few people talk about her .

The window of Liao Dongxing’s room is open to the river, and the view from the south is good. Sunshine and moonlight will shine into the room, and he can hear the human fireworks on the other side of the river—he is facing his window on the street across the bank, and behind him is “Sweet Wine Noodles” , "Mouse Candy Ball" shop, often little girls call friends to buy.

But these are the past few years.

He looked at his window and frowned: the curtains were drawn there, and he hadn't.

I ran around the stone bridge and went back to see that it was the landlord's grandson who had come. His door was locked, and the landlady said that the grandson was "jet-lagged."Those who study in the province next door, don't know why there is jet lag.All his things are placed in the storage room, there is no shortage of things, but there is little space. At first glance, there are too many things, messy and crowded.He lay down on the small gray bed for a while, suffocated and panicked, and called Pan Guomao to go to the Internet cafe.