flammable relationship

At this moment, it was lunch time in the school, and most of the teachers in the office fled to the embrace of the cafeteria.Since the establishment of the school in the 50s, the city has consistently adhered to the principle of absolute fairness and equality for all. Small cooking stoves are prohibited in the cafeteria, and the meals of the faculty and staff must be made in the same pot as the students’ madein. The only privilege that can reflect class is that there is Then a special lunch window is convenient for the old teachers whose legs and feet are not as flexible as the students, so that they will not be crowded in the students' queue for too long and cause physical exhaustion and loss of appetite.

Teacher Fu has always been not very keen on eating, and he is not picky. He finishes the task at hand in a leisurely manner, and then walks to the cafeteria in two steps and three shakes. He eats whatever is left, and eats it slowly He's not in the habit of rushing to take a nap after dinner anyway.

After talking with Wei Ran, he put down his cell phone, bent down and pulled out a wooden box under the table, which contained a whole set of coffee utensils flown back from France.

Teacher Li Dingli at the next table heard him fiddling with the pile of porcelain again, and he held his chin and tsk-tsk twice: "Is hemp troublesome? I think Nestle instant is also very good."

Teacher Fu was in the usual literary and artistic style, shaking his index finger and smiling: "Is it coffee? No, it's art."

"You can pull it down." Li Ding gave him a blank look, "What we lack most in mathematics is artistic talent. I can understand the human language teacher planting flowers to make a pot of tea. If you do it like this, it is easy for others to think about it. Math teachers are a species that misunderstands."

"Your thinking is fixed, let's label it." Fu Yiheng picked up the thin-mouthed coffee pot, "Mathematics teacher is a profession. I can be a teacher or an engineer. I can be qualified for any profession, but I can only be Fu Yiheng. understand?"

The hot water at 91 degrees Celsius slowly slides from the surroundings to the center, touching the finely ground coffee powder in circles and moistening the flannel filter. At that moment, the soul of the coffee is truly awakened.

Fu Yiheng pointed the tip of his nose, and hummed a few tunes that could not be heard from the lyrics.

"You can't say you can't say you can't say you, I'm so confused. You don't teach Chinese as a part-time job." Li Ding surrendered, then he came over to drink coffee with a thermos cup in his hand, and sipped his lips in satisfaction. So freshly cooked, it is fragrant and mellow."

Fu Yiheng shrugged his eyebrows proudly: "Is that so? As long as you put in the effort, you can achieve something."

Teacher Li nodded in agreement, and humbly asked for advice: "Then why did I put in so much effort, and all the bastards in the class still got a little bit of score in the exam?"

Teacher Fu looked up to the sky and blinked, but stopped talking.

Li Ding looked at his speechless look and said cheerfully: "Look, hard work may not always be rewarded. Don't talk about this, what snacks did you bring today?"

If you really want to study it carefully, Fu Yiheng is a person who lives very delicately and has a good accent. In other people's words, he is hypocritical. He especially pursues the quality of life, and he is not afraid of trouble. If he has nothing to do, he will make coffee now and make some baked pastries by himself. , The cakes are divided into small portions and packed in small cartoon-shaped bags to bring to the office.

The other teachers followed suit and made a habit of coming to the corner after lunch to beg for snacks.

The teachers' seats in the office may seem random, but they are actually very particular.

The deeper the qualifications and the stronger the ability, the closer the desk is to the area facing the sun and spring blossoms. On the contrary, it can only be arranged in the corner.Fu Yiheng came to teach here during the postgraduate internship stage, and it took less than four years. Although he has outstanding ability, he lacks experience. Compared with those veteran teachers who have been teaching for more than 20 or [-] years, he can be regarded as a newcomer at best.

The existence of Xinrui, sharpened sharply in the first few years, may start to dull at some point.

And Fu Yiheng really can't afford to be called a newcomer, he never meant to show his sharpness to poke anyone, he was happy to spend his life in a corner in a low-key manner, making coffee and sharing small biscuits.

But today there are no cookies.

"I didn't bring it. I've been busy with batching test papers and talking about test papers these two days, so I don't have time to do it."

Teacher Li patted his belly and groaned, moved back a little disappointed, and continued to study the lesson plan.

Fu Yiheng rubbed the center of his brows with his ring finger, he would do this little trick every time he lied.

In fact, he did bring a small bag of chocolate chip cookies with him today, and he made a stock in the refrigerator two days ago, but it was prepared to be given to Wei Ran at night.

That child is poor, and he doesn't know if he can eat on time every day.

Fu Yiheng laughed, he felt that he was overflowing with sympathy, like a careless old father, and he was not familiar with the wild son he met halfway, let alone, the other party was still an unreliable and habitual liar.

The little liar is young, but he doesn't want to admit that he is young, and even makes up some ambiguous words to confuse the public. Unfortunately, no matter how clever his deception is, the string of numbers on the ID card will not help fool people.

It’s no wonder that Fu Yiheng peeked at his ID card. Last night when we checked in at the hotel, the lady at the front desk saw that Wei Ran was unconscious and was afraid of something going wrong. She wanted to check his ID card even if she said anything. Teacher Fu searched him all over. I took out the half-new and not old ID card from the interlayer inside.

It is clearly written on the certificate that Wei Ran's child will not be officially full in half a year, so he is really a minor at this moment.

Fu Yiheng didn't expose it on the phone just now, just to see how long this kid can hide it, and for what purpose he couldn't help but want to hide his real age.

Teacher Fu couldn't figure it out, Wei Ran was like a cloud of fog, with too many little secrets to see through.

In the evening, during the second period of evening self-study, I went to wander around the class at the end. Several students asked Fu Yiheng to ask questions. Teacher Fu felt that this question was not explained thoroughly in class, so he took a few minutes to go to the podium and write on the blackboard. Write down the idea of ​​​​solving the problem, and dial a few sentences.

If you want to ask which is better in the race against time, the math teacher will not give up.Especially when the math teacher was still the class teacher, the goddess of luck had long since abandoned the miserable children of the sixth class.

After the topic is finished, the whole body is comfortable.

Teacher Fu pinched the end of the chalk and looked at his watch. It was a quarter past eight.

"Teacher, hurry up if you want a date! Your watch is already blooming!" Liu Yingchao in the back row was instigated by the girls in front and behind, and joked loudly.

Fu Yiheng was not annoyed, he patted the dust off his hands: "You know what I'm going to do now?"

Liu Yingchao shouted at the top of her voice, "I'll figure it out! The old man counts, we're going to have a mistress soon!"

As soon as the words fell, the whole class rioted, and the whistling of trouble came and went.

Fu Yiheng was so angry that he laughed, and made a gesture to throw a chalk tip at him: "If you have such supernatural powers, why do you take the college entrance examination? Setting up a street stall to tell fortunes is your way out, young man."

"Oops." Seeing his gesture, Liu Yingchao quickly buried her head and covered her face, her mouth would not stop, "Fu Ban became so annoyed at being told about the central matter, and even used chalk to embarrass me! Tsk, it really hurts, it hurts me to death."

Fu Yiheng exposed him: "Blind, just don't go out to set up a stall with your acting skills. I'm afraid you won't be able to fool people and you will be beaten. The chalk is still in my hand. Tell me, where does it hurt you?"

The whole class laughed together.

This laughing and fussing took a lot of time, it was already past 08:30 when Fu Yiheng drove the car out of the school gate, no accident, it was more than enough to arrive at the Japanese grocery store before ten o'clock.

The premise is that there are no accidents.

Halfway through the drive, a phone call came in, cutting off the first Jacky Cheung's "Autumn".

Fu Yiheng pressed the answer button, and Zhou Ao's voice fluttered out like a pigeon that could no longer be kept in a cage: "Hey, bro, when are you coming back? I can't bear it!"

Fu Yiheng was still a little unaccustomed to the two foreign greetings at the beginning, and he reacted after two seconds, and said in surprise: "Zhou Ao, you boy is still at my house? It's already this point, don't tell me you just woke up."

"Damn, what's your concern? Shouldn't you ask me what's wrong first, so you can't stand it anymore?" Zhou Ao roared, "It's not about why I'm still at your house, the problem now is, fuck The question of why your ex-boyfriend is at your house is still holding me alive and not letting me go. If I have to give an explanation, I can give a fucking explanation. I am just drunk on your sofa Stay overnight...Damn, Jin Chen, what do you mean, do you want to fight? I'm warning you..."

"Don't touch him yet." Fu Yiheng lowered his face and slammed the steering wheel, his voice was as cold as if he was fished out of a cold pool, "Wait for me to come back."

The Volvo champagne-colored SUV shone with glazed brilliance under the street lights, slowed down and changed lanes at the intersection of traffic lights, cut off the night, turned left and turned around, and merged into the opposite direction of traffic.

The author has something to say: the cannon fodder ex-boyfriend still has to take a walk...