He is from a fighting nation

Wu Liang cautiously persuaded him politely: "This is not good."

Zhou Xiangwan nodded, and said seriously: "Selfies are indeed too monotonous, post a few more of your emojis!"

Wu Liang said in a heartbroken voice: "...It's possible, but it's not necessary."

Wu Liang called someone to send the car over. Zhou Xiangwan is impatient, and he will do whatever he thinks of. Now he urgently wants to burn his beautiful selfie in front of Wu Liang's parents' grave, so that their souls in heaven can appreciate Wu Liang's selfie. The flourishing beauty of cool boyfriend.

Wu Liang couldn't handle him, so he had no choice but to take him to a living person's house for a walk first.When Wu Liang was in the fourth grade, he ended his homeless life and was adopted by his math teacher who taught him. He is not sociable, and his relationship with others is indifferent. Although he is very grateful, he only buys a house and a car for the math teacher every year. Spend a lot of money - he likes men, not to mention that Du Feng will never be able to deal with these things with him, he doesn't want to lie, and he doesn't want to disappoint his teacher, so he keeps avoiding it.

Wu Liang saw Zhou Xiangwan running around under the shade of the trees with Haha, and thought: "Zhou Xiangwan is different, it seems that standing next to such a radiant and open-minded person, it is definitely not good to like men." It’s going to be something shady.”

When the car arrived, Wu Liang immediately took Zhou Xiangwan to buy new year's goods and visit the math teacher.

It was the beginning of February, and the annual holiday had not yet ended. Most of the population of Shenzhen, which is bustling on weekdays, had lost more than half of its population. There were wisps of white clouds floating in the blue sky. Wu Liang was driving on the main road. It can make Zhou Xiangwan relax a bit, but Zhou Xiangwan still looks a little nervous.

Wu Liang asked: "You close your eyes, do you need me to open them more slowly?"

Zhou Xiangwan wondered: "I'm not nervous about the car... Your math teacher... Will he test my math problems? What if he sends me a math test paper on the spot? It's over, I'm sure I won't do well!"

Wu Liang: "...Why do you have this idea. Not everyone is like your grandfather..." Wu Liang wanted to say that he was abnormal, but he choked up, and said: "...Strict. Don't worry."

Zhou Xiangwan said nervously, "Why don't I pretend that I don't understand Chinese?"

Wu Liang said: "...he can speak Russian."

A math teacher who can speak multiple foreign languages ​​is the most deadly. Zhou Xiangwan was in a very rough mood along the way. click out the door.

"Math teacher!" Zhou Xiangwan couldn't bear to look back, "When I was in school in China, I was most afraid of the math teacher."

Wu Liang felt very surprised. Although Zhou Xiangwan was afraid of ghosts, people were not afraid at all. He asked strangely, "You actually have something to be afraid of?"

Zhou Xiangwan snorted and said: "When I first came to China, I was seven or eight years old, and I couldn't even recite multiplication formulas. My family found me a tutor. An old man, very fierce, obviously spoke Russian. , but together I don’t know what he’s talking about, I don’t know how, so he hit my palm with a board!”

Wu Liang smiled.He remembered that his teacher was also like this. Although Teacher Zhang is an excellent teacher at the provincial level, there are also some students who can't handle it. When he gets angry, he likes to hit people's palms. The beating is not heavy, and the sound of hitting the flesh is patter. It sounds scary.

Zhou Xiangwan actually met his math teacher at the funeral of Wu Liang in his previous life. He was in the car at that time, and he didn't see his face, only his back from a distance.

He was dressed in plain black, surrounded by his wife and children, and stood in front of the tombstone for a long time. Under the silhouette of the setting sun, he looked like a silent stone statue. Patting the tombstone was as gentle as raising a hand to rub Wu Liang's head.Because of Wu Liang's experience, he has never patted Wu Liang's head. He is a teacher, not a father.

Zhou Xiangwan wanted to know more about Wu Liang, and it would be even better if he could pry out the cause of Wu Liang's impotence quietly. He was sitting in the passenger seat, without closing his eyes for the first time, but looking through the car window Looking around curiously, "Where did you often play when you were young?"

Wu Liang wanted to divert Zhou Xiangwan's attention, so he detoured slowly across a sparkling river, pointed to the bridge across the river, and talked a lot, saying, "When I was in elementary school, there was still a bridge here. Xiaoqiao, summer is very cool, but winter is a little bit cold, there are fish and shrimp all year round, I will catch some and sell them in the vegetable market when I am free."

"There are purple, pink wild flowers, and golden rapeseed flowers by the river. Every morning, I will wrap English newspapers on the outside of the flowers, and sell them in small bunches. Cook it and eat it."

Wu Liang deliberately lowered his voice, and beautified what happened when he was living on the street into a small story for Zhou Xiangwan. Zhou Xiangwan couldn't imagine the pain that Wu Liang went through when he was ten years old, but only felt Wu Liang's experience. It is especially legendary and interesting. Before I know it, I don't feel the tension of meeting my parents soon.

The car was still moving forward slowly, and gradually entered a boulevard, the green was a straight one, with a blue sky above the head, green trees and red tiles on the campus, and the bell tower hidden among the towering old trees could be faintly seen.

Zhou Xiangwan asked, "Your primary school?"

Wu Liang nodded and said, "My math teacher has retired and lives next to the school."

Zhou Xiangwan asked sideways, "How did you get adopted by him?"

Wu Liang said, "Because I'm good at math."

Zhou Xiangwan: "..."

Wu Liang was adopted by his math teacher, Mr. Zhang, on the same day that he heard the theme song of Altman.Because he was said to be a psychopath and a murderer, no school would accept him. He didn't want to rot in the mud all his life. He wanted to be as bright and brave as Altman. Holding an Olympiad paper, he knelt in front of the teacher's door and begged him Give him a chance to participate in the National Olympiad that year.

Of course, there was no suspense in the result. For a person like Wu Liang, once he was given a rope to pull him, he would be able to forge ahead with a high degree of self-control and be invincible.

Wu Liang was about to drive through an intersection, Zhou Xiangwan and Haha looked out the window with their paws on, and were about to speak, when suddenly there was a huge inertial pull, he rushed forward, and was pulled back by the seat belt , was not injured, but was terrified.

Wu Liang stepped on the brakes that Zhou Xiangwan was most afraid of.

Zhou Xiangwan hissed, feeling his whole body ache, and saw vegetables, leaves and carrots strewn all over the car window, and a middle-aged aunt lying in the middle of the road, yelling.

Zhou Xiangwan: "...Pengci?"

Wu Liang nodded, took out his mobile phone and said, "It's okay, I'll call the police directly, and the driving recorder recorded everything."

Zhou Xiangwan said impatiently: "What a hassle to call the police! I called Tulip to come and drag her away! It's so annoying! I'm so annoying! I'm in a hurry to see my parents!"

When it comes to matters of principle, Wu Liang usually won't compromise with Zhou Xiangwan, so he patted Zhou Xiangwan, "Don't worry, the teacher can't get through on the phone, there is a high possibility that he is not at home."

The aunt on the ground was still yelling cursingly: "Bah! Murder! The rich man killed!!!"

Zhou Xiangwan's Chinese met another big hurdle in Cantonese, and said: "What is she talking about?! She must be scolding me!"

Zhou Xiangwan has a bad temper in the first place, plus he was taken aback just now, and now he is being blocked by a shrew in this way, it is simply fueling the fire, and he will get out of the car immediately to drag this shameless old man away , as soon as the car door was opened, the woman raised her face and looked in the direction of the driver's seat in disgrace.

The woman's eyes met Wu Liang's, and Wu Liang's expression froze.

At that time, if Zhou Xiangwan's eyesight returned to normal, he would be able to see the unimaginably complicated expression of the woman in Pengci the moment she saw Wu Liang.

Ecstasy, resentment, anger, forbearance, it's hard to imagine that a person can generate these extreme emotions in just a few seconds and express them on his face.

Through the thick car window, Wu Liang tightly gripped the steering wheel, with bulging veins on the back of his hands, his expression was gloomy, and he stared coldly at the woman on the road.

This woman is the younger sister of Wu Liang's mother. That year, Wu Liang boarded with her. She didn't have enough to eat or wear warm clothes. Sometimes she was in dire straits, and sometimes she was walking on thin ice. It was far less comfortable and happy under the bridge hole.

The woman suppressed the hatred in her heart, gritted her teeth, grabbed the vegetable basket and ran into the alley next to her.

Unfortunately, Zhou Xiangwan couldn't see anything clearly, and didn't even notice that Wu Liang's face was frighteningly cold, so he just said inexplicably, "Running so fast, it really pissed me off!"

Wu Liang hummed, not wanting to affect Zhou Xiangwan's mood, and continued to drive to the community where the teacher was, and said, "I'll tell Teacher Zhang about us first, don't be nervous."

Wu Liang didn't emphasize it, but Zhou Xiangwan's nerves tensed immediately when he emphasized it, but he really wanted to save face, and he clenched his fists and said aggressively, "I'm not nervous at all!" "One one gets one, one two gets two, the square root of 64 is 8, eight eight is 64, hey, Cantonese people seem to like eight very much, why don't I give you eight yachts?"

Wu Liang: "..."

Teacher Zhang has three sons, but he refuses to live with them. He lives with his wife in an old house. The outside of the old house is covered with lush dark green creepers. As soon as Zhou Xiangwan enters the stairs, he feels refreshing coolness.

Zhou Xiangwan climbed the stairs and always jumped in front of Wu Liang. Teacher Zhang lived on the third floor, and Zhou Xiangwan jumped over his head. Wu Liang called him, and then he ran down and stood in front of the door for a haircut. He straightened his collar, held his breath, and obediently stood with Wu Liang.

The doorbell rang two or three times, and the chain lock on the door was pulled open. An old man opened the door. He wore a polo shirt with black framed eyes, and held a cup of herbal tea in his hand. He had thinning hair and sharp eyes. He looked like Zhou Xiangwan in his memory. The scary look of traditional Chinese math teachers.

Wu Liang looked at Teacher Zhang for a moment through the door frame, and said in Cantonese, "Teacher, I... bring my boyfriend to see you... Would you like to let me in?"

Teacher Zhang kept his face sullen and said nothing. He glanced at Wu Liang, moved his eyes up, and fixed his eyes on Zhou Xiangwan's face. His old face twitched, and the drooping wrinkles were full of movement like waves.

Teacher Zhang squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "...it's you..."

Teacher Zhang felt that even if he was demented, he would never forget Zhou Xiangwan's face.

At that time, as a provincial excellent mathematics teacher who could speak Russian, he was temporarily invited to Beijing to give a supplementary lesson to a family of young masters.The task he received was to organically combine mathematics teaching with financial investment. The person in charge told him that the young master was a genius, and Mr. Zhang was not surprised.

Teacher Zhang talked enthusiastically about the law of large numbers for half an hour. Zhou Xiangwan looked up at his pretty face, and asked in a childlike voice, "Teacher, I have a question that I have been thinking about for a long time."

Teacher Zhang said kindly, "Say it."

Zhou Xiangwan: "Why doesn't eight times eight equal 81? I think it's very smooth!"

Teacher Zhang: "..." This is not the genius I imagined.

Later, Teacher Zhang realized that Zhou Xiangwan is indeed a genius in music and painting, but in the field of mathematics, he is not even as good as a pig. Although a pig is stupid, it is much more peaceful than him!In order not to learn mathematics, Zhou Xiangwan climbed trees, jumped off buildings, ran away from home, and rolled around on the 28-square-meter bed as soon as he was caught, almost causing Teacher Zhang to have a myocardial infarction.

During the one-month teaching, he and Zhou Xiangwan tortured each other, and ended with Zhou Xiangwan mastering the basic four arithmetic operations, but Zhou Xiangwan was still the only failure in Teacher Zhang's career.

Zhou Xiangwan was still young at that time, and after so many years, he did not recognize that this was the devil math teacher who taught him when he was a child. Seeing Teacher Zhang blocking the door, he looked very dissatisfied with him, and hurriedly Showing his cute side, he acted first, and said nervously and seriously: "Dad!"

Wu Liang: "!"

Dad's pronunciation is very similar to Baba, and Teacher Zhang is heartbroken. He never thought that after so many years, this little idiot has grown into a big idiot. to his old problem.

"It's equal to 64!" Teacher Zhang said angrily, "Zhou Xiangwan, stand at the door and do a math paper for me. If you fail, you won't be allowed in!"

Wu Liang: "..."

Zhou Xiangwan: "Puff... I knew it!"