He is from a fighting nation

Zhou Xiangwan was deeply aware of what public execution was.

Aunts and uncles at the stairway, neighbors coming and going, Zhou Xiangwan was completely exposed to their probing eyes, and he sat on the small bench aggrieved, with a book on his knees and a snow-white math test paper on it.

The uncles and aunts talked a lot: "Little boy, are you from the side?" (Where are you from, young man?)

Zhou Xiangwan sat on a small bench and raised his head to look at people. Although he was irritable, when no one provoked him, he was always very well-bred and answered every question: "Can you speak Mandarin? I can't understand it. .”

Uncle and aunt said as a matter of course: "What I'm talking about is ordinary fa!"

Zhou Xiangwan: "..."

Fortunately, Zhou Xiangwan had a face that couldn't understand Chinese, and the uncle and aunt didn't get a response, and they didn't care, and they chatted on their own.

"Old Dirty became a beast, and he is also a fan of exams. This handsome boy must be his big monkey!"

Aunt is a retired teacher. She glanced at Zhou Xiangwan's test paper with lowered eyebrows, and laughed, "It's still a primary school test paper..." (It's still a primary school student's test paper)

The grandpa and aunt surrounded Zhou Xiangwan and were made to laugh together. The grandpa was holding a thermos cup, and the aunt was carrying a vegetable basket. With a kindness like a fascination, she said a few words to Zhou Xiangwan that he didn't understand, and walked away happily. up.

Zhou Xiangwan: "..." I don't fit in with the painting style of the whole Guangdong.

The sunlight slanted down, and green and soft vines hung down behind him, and with the gentle breeze, sifting off pieces of swaying gold stars on the test paper—it was as if the confusion in Zhou Xiangwan's mind had been materialized.

Why does a dog run back and forth between two people, A and B? Both the person and the dog are moving, so how can we find the distance between the two places!

Zhou Xiangwan's eyes couldn't see clearly, his brain couldn't use it well, he bit the tip of his pen, held the test paper close to his face, stared hard at his blue eyes, and unconsciously passed the test paper, as if he could only rely on his face to barely maintain A scumbag in life, winkingly hinting at Wu Liang——Xueba takes me!

Wu Liang: "..."

Both Wu Liang and Teacher Zhang are people who don't talk much. They sat on the table, each with a cup of herbal tea, and looked at each other for a long time. Wu Liang stopped and said, "Teacher, let him come in to do the test paper."

Teacher Zhang took a sip of tea and said, "You should protect him. This kid is very willful. According to your temperament, you won't be bullied into the dirt by him!"

Wu Liang: "...He also let me."

Teacher Zhang put down the teacup heavily, looked at Wu Liang, both helpless and worried, and said softly in Cantonese: "Do you recognize him?" (Did you recognize him?)

Wu Liang didn't say any unnecessary provocative words, but simply hummed, his tone was light, but his expression was extremely solemn.

Teacher Zhang sighed softly. He understood Wu Liang's temperament. A piece of pajamas could be worn for more than ten years, not because he was frugal, but because he was unwilling to change something once he was certain of it.

The pajamas are torn and can be patched, but this world is impermanent and people's hearts are changeable, what can be used to mend it?Zhou Xiangwan was unreliable, but Wu Liang was so stubborn. The more Mr. Zhang thought about it, the more worried he became, and he couldn't help frowning.What Wu Liang was most afraid of was disappointing the teacher, so he curled his fingers and said in a hoarse voice, "Teacher, I'm sorry."

Teacher Zhang: "I'm sorry for what?"

Wu Liang took a deep breath, his eyelashes fluttered, and said softly: "I'm gay, I let you down."

"You let me down." Teacher Zhang said lightly.

Wu Liang's face turned pale, and he didn't say a word, as if he had acquiesced.

"I'm disappointed that you haven't come back to see me for so many years, I'm disappointed that you didn't do theory with me, but went to real estate to waste talent...I'm disappointed, you are ashamed of being gay!"

Wu Liang choked for breath, and his eyes turned red.

Teacher Zhang's tone softened: "Wu Liang, you never have to say sorry to me because of your sexual orientation. Before love, all love is equal. If you can bring your boyfriend back and tell me, I, Zhang Zhangzhang, will be proud of you."

After Zhang Zhangzhang, the people's teacher, finished speaking clearly, he looked at Zhou Xiangwan again with heartache, and said in his heart, "But, it's not good for you to find this kind of street boy. Do you have a three-year-old son?"

Wu Liang quickly seized the opportunity to shape the image of Zhou Xiangwan as a witty young man, saying: "There is a ruler, but an inch is short. Although he is not good at mathematics, he is very talented in art."

Teacher Zhang said: "I know, he can also play suona." After a pause, he said quietly: "Do you know how he learned it?"

Wu Liang: "..." A familiar bad premonition welled up in my heart.

"A seven or eight-year-old child, in order to drive me away, went to learn the suona. He learned how to make birds and phoenixes in one day. Every night in the middle of the night, he would sit in front of my window, puffing out his cheeks and beeping..."

Wu Liang inexplicably imagined that scene in his mind. The seven or eight-year-old Zhou Xiangwan must have grown much smaller than he is now, a child like ice and snow, eccentric, jumping away, with his hands clasped in front of the window. Showing a pair of blue eyes, puffing out his cheeks and playing the suona, playing the birds and the phoenix requires a lot of lung capacity, Xiao Zhou Xiangwan's face was flushed, but he still played like a hooligan, it can be said that it was to avoid I worked really hard at math.

"...Why doesn't he memorize a few more formulas when he has that skill?"

Zhang Zhangzhang was about to point out Zhou Xiangwan's unreliability, but he saw Wu Liang's eyelashes drooping, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Zhang Zhangzhang had seen Wu Liang's polite and alienated smile, restrained and reluctant smile, shy and touching smile, but he had never seen him smile like this.

Zhang Zhangzhang is quite old, and he didn't know that his situation was called by contemporary netizens as being caught off guard and being stuffed with dog food, but he strictly judged that Wu Liang was blinded by love.

"Zhou Xiangwan." Zhang Zhangzhang took out a red pen from his old polo shirt, "Hand in the test paper."

Zhou Xiangwan: "!"

The author has something to say: Hundred Birds Chaofeng is a very good work, but Wanmei insists on blowing it up so badly, ah, he was really a bear when he was young (: