wonderful friend

Jiayin flew to Beijing early in the morning in the third grade of junior high school. Jiayin has been outside for half a year and has not had much contact with the teacher. During the Chinese New Year, he specially brought a gift to the teacher’s family. Originally, the senior brother should also come here, but he wants Staying in the company on duty, Jiayin came over by herself and brought gifts for him by the way.

In view of the fact that although Jiayin has achieved a small amount of success in her career recently, there are not a few people who sing bad news. The teacher's protective personality makes it impossible for her to watch her students being inexplicably slandered and not speak out. The relationship between the two has also eased a lot.

"Brother Cheng, I'm here." Jiayin stood outside the gate of the teacher's residential area and called the teacher's son Cheng Xiuyuan.

"Wait for me, I'll pick you up." Cheng Xiuyuan hung up the phone and was about to go out. When Professor Song came out of the kitchen, he saw his son going out, and asked strangely: "Xiuyuan, where are you going after dinner? ?”

"Mom, good news is here, I'll go pick her up." Knowing his mother's awkward temper, Cheng Xiuyuan said hello and went out.

But Professor Song hesitated for a while, but went into the kitchen again, and said to the nanny Xiao Lin, "Xiao Lin, you can make that rabbit meat spicy."

"Okay, ma'am."

When Cheng Xiuyuan came out, he saw Jiayin fiddling with his phone with his head down, walked over and called her name, "Jiayin!"

"Brother Cheng." Putting down the phone, Jiayin wished him a new year: "Happy Chinese New Year!"

"Happy Chinese New Year." Taking the things in Jiayin's hand, "My mother has actually missed you a long time ago, and she is not in the mood to see you this Chinese New Year, even if she never says it."

"The teacher is also doing it for my own good. I know it in my heart, and I am self-willed."

Cheng Xiuyuan shook his head, and said: "You have done a good job. She didn't say anything during this time, but she is still proud of you in her heart."

"It's good not to disappoint the teacher."

"How long can you stay this time?"

"Just one day, tomorrow I have to fly back to South Korea." Jiayin also regrets that she has been busy every day and has missed a lot of opportunities to be with her relatives.

"Then don't leave tonight, my mother knows how happy you are to come."

"Brother Cheng, if you don't tell me, I will also rely on the teacher."

"My mother's temperament is still constantly arguing with you." Cheng Xiuyuan played the good news with one free hand, and asked, "How is your calligraphy practice?"

Zhang Jiayin knew that this must have happened to her when she came here, and said with a bitter face: "Brother Cheng, you also know that I am very busy, and I must not make much progress!"

"Then you are miserable!" Cheng Xiuyuan looked at Jiayin sympathetically, "My grandfather is also here this year. At the beginning you insisted that you were interested in calligraphy, but now you are the one who is left behind. My grandfather will definitely fix you!"

Just thinking about it, Zhang Jiayin felt that there was nothing to love about life. When she first became the teacher's student, she never thought that she would be so busy now, so she asked the teacher's father for a few words when she was interested in calligraphy. Whoever thought of it was strictly punished. I asked for it, I felt honored at the time, but now I just feel guilty, Nima deserves it if she has time to fall in love but not time to practice calligraphy!

When they got to the door, Jiayin did some mental training before entering the villa under Cheng Xiuyuan's playful eyes. When she walked into the living room, she saw the teacher sitting on the sofa watching TV alone. Jiayin and the others had no intention of turning back when they came in. Zhang Jiayin sat down beside her obediently, "Teacher, Happy Chinese New Year!"

Professor Song still ignored Zhang Jiayin with a cold face.

Zhang Jiayin pretended to be aggrieved and began to complain: "Teacher, there is a university teacher on the Internet who called me 'smearing the literati and degrading myself'! Am I really wrong?"

"Listen to her nonsense!" Professor Song was furious for a moment. After seeing the unstoppable smile on his son's face, he immediately sat back and said to Jiayin with hatred: "Can't you be promising? A sour remark scares me, let alone my student!"

"Yes yes yes! I know teacher!" Zhang Jiayin obediently agreed, and secretly gave Cheng Xiuyuan a small look of complacency.

With Jiayin holding the stage, Professor Song walked down and told Zhang Jiayin: "If you don't understand anything, tell your uncle, isn't Xiaosun also hanging out in Hangzhou? If he dares to cheat you, you can find him." Your uncle will report."

"Brother Sun took good care of me. He helped me build the building on my land, and he also helped me decorate the house in advance." Jiayin felt that he should explain to Sun Yong, otherwise he would not be able to do so much work. Complain that he should cry!

Professor Song nodded, and then said: "You have done a good job, don't be influenced by the outside world, and don't make yourself too tired."

"I see, teacher."

"How is it in Korea?"

"I have made great progress in Korean, and I am working hard to get credits recently. After graduation, I want to go to the United States to study business school."

Although Professor Song still regretted that Jiayin didn't continue to study literature, he was relieved. Hearing Jiayin's words did not make any difference. Instead, he nodded, "It's better to study more while you are young. You will know that you will benefit a lot in the future."

"Yes." Jiayin thought the same way, and what she learned was her own, so that no matter what she experienced in the future, she would have more confidence.

"Are you still writing?"

"Yes, but on the one hand, it's because I'm busy and my energy is limited. On the other hand, I don't plan to write novels that are too catering to the taste of the public like before. If I want to work harder, it will take a while to finish."

"That's fine, your previous works are indeed a little less artistic." The things that can really be handed down are those that can stand scrutiny. Although Jiayin's previous works are considered good at her age, they still don't have much precipitation.

Afterwards, the two discussed for a while about the novel that Jiayin was writing. Jiayin saw that Brother Cheng was no longer in the living room, so she carefully asked the teacher, "Brother Cheng said that grandpa was there, why didn't he see it?"

What does Professor Song not understand when he sees Jiayin's guilty look?Glancing at the time, he said, "Your grandfather and the father of the neighbor, Minister Chen, went to admire the plum blossoms! They will be back soon."

"Oh." The hanging heart still couldn't let go, Zhang Jiayin wanted to die early, but she didn't have a chance.But having said that, what the hell is looking at plum blossoms with Minister Chen's father? "Isn't that old gentleman a soldier? Didn't grandpa always say that he doesn't like to play with him? Why are we watching plum blossoms together now?"

"The old man is so old-fashioned that others can't stand him!"

Twitching the corners of her mouth, Zhang Jiayin was about to nod her head in agreement when she heard a sinister voice behind her: "Who are you saying is old-fashioned, you unfilial daughter?!"

The two people talking behind their backs looked at each other, and then turned around slowly. The silver-haired and energetic old man glared at the two. Zhang Jiayin thought that she would ask her teacher to help her say good things later, and took the initiative to attract the gunfire, with a cute face Happy New Year to the old man with a smile: "Grandpa, Happy New Year! I didn't see you when I came here just now. I heard from the teacher that you went to see plum blossoms! Is it good?"

"Clean you up later!" Mr. Song glared at Jiayin, then turned his gaze back to his daughter, "What do you think of me kicking you out of the house?"

When Professor Song heard this, his temper also came up. He sneered and said, "Water thrown out by a married daughter! Hehe, sorry, I'm already someone else's wife!"

"Okay! Okay! It's someone else's house now! Then, as a father, can I stay in someone else's house?" As he said that, he was about to leave. Professor Song saw that the old man had a lot of drama, and looked at him. Keep gesturing to Zhang Jiayin: Hurry up and stop the old man!

receive!

Jiayin hurriedly took Mr. Song's arm, and begged, "Grandpa, don't be as knowledgeable as the teacher, the teacher is hard-spoken and soft-hearted!"

Originally, old man Song didn't really want to leave, but he was stopped by Zhang Jiayin, and then he said to his young disciple: "Your teacher can't teach you, let's go! Go to the study and write a few words for the old man. I'll see." !"

a bolt from the blue! ! !

Being dragged by the old man to go upstairs to the study, Jiayin turned around and saw her teacher wanted to laugh and also cared about her distorted elegant posture, hehe~hehe~hehe~~~

Cheng's family has two study rooms, a smaller one is used by Professor Song's husband, Minister Cheng, and the other larger one is basically a public study room, and Cheng Xiuyuan, who was processing documents in the study room, saw his grandfather carrying Jiayin walked in with a bitter face, raised her eyebrows clearly, and asked her grandfather, "Grandpa, are you going to take a test of Jiayin's calligraphy?"

"Yes, I haven't seen Jiayin for half a year. Let me see how her handwriting is doing now." Mr. Song's attitude towards this grandson is not like that of his daughter. His attitude is quite gentle, but the words in his mouth are not so popular. After listening, "Your kid doesn't have this string like your uncle, just do what you want, and let you see that you can understand shit!"

Cheng Xiuyuan shook his head helplessly, the old man was swearing now, he looked helplessly at Jiayin, and then continued to look at his own files.

But Jiayin looked at Mr. Song's face at this moment, at this moment Jiayin only felt that he was cold and ruthless, walked to the table, and took a piece of ink to grind it on his own, stirring up good news round and round These darlings are all pulled together.

Stretching the head is also a knife and shrinking the head is also a knife. Jiayin polished the ink, dipped some ink on the rice paper with a brush, and said, "The sea is tolerant to all rivers, and it is big if it is tolerant; if you stand on a wall, you can be strong without desire." It must be beautiful, after writing these words, I feel that I haven't regressed, but I haven't made progress, so I feel a little uneasy in my heart, so I stand aside and wait for Mr. Song to comment.

There was silence in the study for a while, and Cheng Xiuyuan also raised his head to look at his grandfather's expression. Although Jiayin looked worried, maybe the old man's expression didn't look so bad?

"If this is an outsider, you will never get your handwriting in front of me."