flammable relationship

On the second morning, there was originally going to be a running exercise during the big class break, but it was cloudy and rainy, so the running exercise had to be suspended, and the students clapped the table to cheer and celebrate with the class.Looking around, those who went to the toilet together, those who lined up to make coffee at the water dispenser, those who walked in the corridors and talked nonsense, and those who flirtatiously engaged in underground romances, all of them were happy to steal a quarter of an hour of leisure from ear to ear.

Except for the four men in the 402 dormitory who were invited by the head teacher to the office to share their wall-climbing experience.

These bastards like Liu Yingchao, with poor grades, undisciplined and troublemakers, are hard nuts to crack in any class, the kind who don't want to bend over even if the sky falls.Most teachers who unfortunately encounter this type will either give up directly, or turn a blind eye and let him fend for himself. If he makes a mistake, he should be punished and should be suspended from school. Few of them are as caring as Fu Yiheng.In winter, it was so cold that I was suffocating at night. I went outside in my pajamas to find someone and didn’t say anything. When I found it, I didn’t say anything serious.

Where can I find such a short-term teacher?

Liu Yingchao is just a hard rock in a latrine, and should be warmed up by now.

"Although the matter has been kept secret for the time being, you have stayed out for no reason to hang out in Internet cafes to fight and fight. The circumstances are quite bad. It is a firm fact that you violated the school rules. I am a person who protects the outside world. If I close the door, I will be punished. Otherwise, you will not be punished." Long memory. In this way, from now until the end of this semester, the four of you will be responsible for cleaning the blackboard after each class."

After speaking, there was no answer.

Teacher Fu raised his head from the hill of test papers, and found four big boys with their hands behind their backs and their waists hooked, their heads buried in their toes, and their toes rubbing against the floor, not to mention how docile they looked.

Fu Yiheng rolled up his mouth, took off his glasses and knocked on the table with the legs of his glasses: "Why don't you speak, do you have any objections to this punishment? If you have any objections, just raise them, Liu Yingchao?"

"No! No objection!" Liu Yingchao stood at attention, not daring to look directly at the head teacher with small eyes, scratching her head embarrassingly, "It's just... I just didn't expect it."

"What didn't you think of?"

The brother behind him recovered from his trance, poked the arm next door, and squeezed out a low voice through his teeth: "Oh shit, the punishment is so light? I thought at least the parents should be invited. Why? What, am I dreaming?"

Fu Yiheng heard it, and snorted: "Isn't this dream quite real? You haven't woken up after two classes? Or do you really want to invite your parents to drink tea? Especially Liu Yingchao's father, who talks to me every day. Make a phone call and express your willingness to cooperate with the teacher's education work. If there is anything wrong with the child, just tell him, he has plenty of ways to go back."

Liu Yingchao shuddered on the spot twice, and slapped her foot on the foot of the brother behind him. The latter covered his mouth with a yelp, and then bowed under his neck. Classmate Liu has a strong desire to survive, and he deserves to be licked by a dog. Very comfortable: "Thank you, Teacher, for not killing me. All members of 402 are grateful, and I will definitely wipe the blackboard clean in the future. The light can be used as a lesson! Guaranteed to be as bright as Lao Li's forehead in the next class!"

"Stinky boy, I can hear what you said!"

Li Ding poked his head out from under the table. He was just squatting down looking for information, so Liu Yingchao didn't see him. Suffering from hair loss, Teacher Li gradually lost control of his expression, staring and shaking his eyebrows: "Xiao Fu, what's the name of this classmate? The sarcasm behind his back Teacher, making fun of the teacher's image is simply disrespectful! Wait! Don't run away if you have the ability, man, do you have the guts to say that you don't have the guts to admit it?"

Fu Yiheng held the thermos cup and pursed his lips and smiled, Li Dingfei rolled his eyes and pointed at his nose: "You are used to it!"

Teacher Fu persuaded him: "Mr. Li, recently there is a hair growth product in my circle of friends that seems to be very popular..."

Li Dingchu was furious: "Teacher Fu!"

After that, the 402 men's day group stopped a lot, dozed off in class less deeply, and didn't hate the teacher when they had nothing to do. Teachers of various subjects came to complain less frequently, Fu Yiheng was very satisfied, and suddenly felt a sense of professional well-being that has been peaceful for years.

The happy state lasted for more than half a month, until Liu Yingchao returned to school on a monthly vacation. Liu Yingchao's father and Fu Yiheng exchanged the child's recent situation, and mentioned that Liu Yingchao secretly took the fucking card to withdraw money. After his mother found out, the couple discussed it. After a while, without a word, he picked up a feather duster and played a fierce and deep mixed doubles.

Father Liu was spitting all over the phone, describing the scene of the doubles in a vivid, violent and bloody way, almost like the 3D effect of a blockbuster fantasy movie.

During self-study on Monday night, Fu Yiheng thought about it, but couldn't hold back, and called Liu Yingchao to the office.

"What do you want money for?" Mr. Fu cut to the chase, "As far as I know, your dad puts enough money into your meal card every month to make you a fat man of two hundred catties in the school cafeteria and canteen."

Hearing this, Liu Yingchao first touched her growing belly, then hugged her head angrily: "My dad has filed a complaint with you again, right? Why does he have to report to the head teacher about the bigger things? I still have No more privacy? It's really annoying."

Fu Yiheng didn't speak, and when he finished complaining, he crossed his fingers on the table: "You know, he's doing it for your own good, and doesn't want you to suffer like him without education."

The young man's expression was not good, he stuck his neck and didn't say a word. After a while, he rubbed his fingers and explained: "No matter how much money is in the meal card, it can't be changed into cash, and it can't be withdrawn until the end of the semester."

really.

Fu Yiheng leaned forward and repeated: "What do you want money for?"

Liu Yingchao glanced at him, lowered her eyelids and said nothing.

Fu Yiheng could guess without saying a word: "You stole the money from the family to give it to that boy named Wei Ran that day, right?"

Liu Yingchao crossed her arms, her micro expression said it all.

"You want to pay the usury for him?"

Liu Yingchao spread her hands: "I'm going to do both for my brother."

"It's quite loyal." Fu Yiheng narrowed his eyes, and continued to ask deeper, "He ordered you? Or in other words, he asked you?"

"No." Liu Yingchao denied, "Brother Ran never speaks to us."

"Really?"

"real."

"Has he ever complained to you? In a more subtle and subtle way..."

Liu Yingchao felt something was wrong, raised her hand to interrupt Fu Yiheng, and opened her eyes wide: "Mr. Fu, what do you mean?"

Fu Yiheng leaned back on the back of the chair with a serious expression: "I mean you are still young, very simple, and you are not well-versed in the world, so you will often be taken advantage of by those who want to."

Liu Yingchao understood, he stood up abruptly, tripped over the chair because of his excessive movements, with a hint of anger on his face: "I understand what you said, to sum it up, don't you just suspect that I am an idiot? Playing as a gunman? Let me tell you, first of all, I am not an idiot, and secondly, Brother Ran is not such a person. He had his own mother lying on the bed waiting to die, and he had to raise surgery fees and his sister’s tuition fees. , I didn’t open my mouth to our group of unconscionable friends, I would rather bow my head to borrow usury, work several jobs a day and be constantly pressed for debts, hide and suffer all day, just for 8 yuan! , I’m wrong for stealing money, but I can’t stand it and want to help him, is that wrong? Could it be right to let him have nowhere to go?”

When it came to the end, the Great Demon King was so sincere that he almost cried.

The air froze for a while.

Fu Yiheng remained calm on the surface, but there was a huge wave in his heart. He was stunned for a while, then silently patted the young man's shoulders trembling with grievance and excitement, and said, "You are right. The teacher is wrong. The teacher shouldn't presumptuously judge you. My friend, I apologize to you."

Liu Yingchao grew up so big, never thought that the head teacher could apologize to him?He was so startled that his eyeballs could fall out, he hastily restrained his anger, and faltered: "No, no, no, I don't blame you, I just..."

"About your friend surnamed Wei." Fu Yiheng smiled at him and asked, "Can you contact him for the teacher? Just say find a time to come out and meet, and sit down and think of a way together."

Liu Yingchao blinked her watery eyes, suddenly realized Fu Yiheng's kindness, took out her mobile phone from her pocket on the spot and called Wei Ran, but no one answered even after calling three times.

"what happened?"

"No one answered." Liu Yingchao scratched her head anxiously. "He is too busy. He said he found a new part-time job and works at night. I rarely get in touch with him now. I have to watch it if I can't talk to him." fate."

"It's okay, don't worry, we can always get in touch."

There are still a few days left in the one-month deadline.

Fu Yiheng sorted out the lesson plans on the table, and told Liu Yingchao not to play with his mobile phone during the self-study to pay attention to the influence. When he returned to the classroom, he asked him to bring the corrected exercise book over, and told the students that he would teach the wrong questions in class tomorrow.After using people as class representatives, he sat in a daze again, spinning the pen quickly between his fingers.

This is a problem that Mr. Fu has had since he was a student. It seems that if he does not turn his pen when thinking about something, his brain circuit will be blocked.

On a winter night, the young man sat on the steps with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders shrunk. The cold wind poured into his thin cotton-padded jacket from the neckline that exposed the back of his neck.

The lonely figure kept flashing back and forth in front of my eyes, like an old-fashioned videotape with the replay button pressed, and the footage was just two or three frames, scrolling endlessly.

With a soft slap, the pen fell on the table. Fu Yiheng took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, found the head portrait of a cat that was pressed down by countless chat boxes, and clicked on it.

The conversation stopped at the confirmation message that the 2000 yuan had been collected, and then there were a few words of greetings that were kind and descriptive, which could not be more concise.

The tabby cat in the head portrait is really ugly. When it yawns, it shows its sharp fangs. You can see the barbed pink tongue inside. Its nose is dirty and its beards are long and short. Qi, from color to posture, is very ugly and unique.

What Fu Yiheng couldn't understand was that, since he had Wei Ran's contact information and could have a direct conversation, why did he ask Liu Yingchao to convey his kindness on his behalf?

This roundabout way is not like his style at all.

Before he could think about it carefully, a phone call urging someone to make an appointment came in.

"Ms. Fu is still dawdling in school, isn't he?" The voice from the mobile phone was hearty and generous, revealing an air of idleness, and the noisy background sound was full of electronic sounds, drums and laughter, "Old friend's It's not kind to be absent from the welcome banquet, is it?"

Fu Yiheng smiled and stood up, putting a glove into the sleeve of his coat: "Don't you think that educators and nightclubs are very inconsistent?"

"Damn it, you can't play disco anymore when you're a teacher? Which law stipulates it? Can't you love music and dance?" You are the most prodigal boy in the village! Why, now that I am getting older, I want to take care of myself? It’s okay to accept it. Brothers raised their hands and feet in favor, but not today! It’s hard to save today, so I have to come, don’t come break up!"

After the chattering, before Fu Yiheng could utter a word from the tip of his tongue, a busy voice came, and the other party hung up the phone in a hurry.

Half of Fu Yiheng's woolen coat was hanging in his arms, and half was still dragging on the ground. He looked at the darkened phone screen with a smile, and thought, when did he become the most prodigal boy in ten miles and eight villages?

The author has something to say: Wei Ran: Langzi, hehe :)