Seeing that the old shirt in his jacket was completely colored, there was a patch under the collar, which was incompatible with the glossy appearance, and it was really bad for the scenery, he said, "Please pick another shirt and throw away the old one."

Lao Liao said: "No, this is my baby. I would rather lose my life than lose this shirt."

Murong Bingyu smiled and said, "Okay, let's take it back to your words and like to exaggerate them. Let's change it. It feels great to dress up carefully." Seeing that Lao Liao only changed his clothes and showed a completely different temperament from before, Feng strengthened his mentality of dressing up for him. When he continued to meet the director, he could not lose the face of her as the introducer.

The clerk also smiled beside him: "Sir, I think if you like to open your clothes, you might as well change into a new shirt."

Murong Bingyu ordered: "That's it, I'll choose for you. Madam, can you help me take the bright yellow shirt?" He said, pulling away Lao Liao's clothes: "You are so stupid, please change it quickly, don't worry, I will pay the bill."

Liao Xuebing blocked her hand: "I'm serious and I can't change it. Don't touch me, do you know?"

"Seriously, you're here! I'll change it if I say it. Don't embarrass me when I move to the set." Murong Bingyu, who had long been used to Lao Liao's way of speaking, pulled open his jacket without saying a word.

The two of them were pulling and suddenly hissed, and a hole was torn through the old shirt.

Liao Xuebing was stunned.

Murong Bingyu stuffed the shirt handed over by the clerk into his hand and said, "It's better if it's rotten. It's just right to throw it away. Please replace this new one."

"You broke my shirt?" Lao Liao's face was as dark as the sky covered with dark clouds, and terrifying blood appeared in his eyes. His whole body was trembling slightly, his fingers were grabbing his fists, and his joints were pinching.

Murong Bingyu was a little scared, so he insisted on saying, "It's just an old treasure, isn't it okay for me to pay you a new one?" He took out the label of the crocodile brand bright yellow shirt and said, "Look, 1,160 yuan, you should be satisfied now, right?"

Liao Xuebing glared at her without blinking, his face was sad and angry, and there was a hint of loneliness and sadness. The blue veins on his forehead kept beating. The two of them looked at each other for a moment, and he let out a long sigh. Murong Bingyu thought this person was just a little nostalgic, so he finally figured it out and said with a smile: "Change it." Because he was afraid that he would get angry, he actually had a hint of flattery in his tone.

Liao Xuebing put the new shirt back into Murong Bingyu's hand and said word by word: "You should never look for me in the future, otherwise I can't explain what happened." He walked towards the door with big strides.

The clerk did not recognize Murong Bingyu and thought to himself: "This person is really strange. He wants to break up with his girlfriend for an old shirt."

Seeing that he valued this shirt so much, Murong Bingyu was reluctant to cut off the subtle friendship between the two. He was a little angry and unwilling to accept it. He chased after him and asked loudly: "Is a torn shirt great? Is it okay to pay you a hundred pieces, right?"

Liao Xuebing looked back and looked both disdainful and cold, just walking his own way.

Murong Bingyu was angry by his attitude and stopped him in front and said, "I know you are angry. There should be a reason. What does it mean to be so little man's temper!"

"In my heart, you can't compare to the value of this dress even if you have ten thousand."

Murong Bingyu simply put her waist on her waist and posed for refusing to give up, "Okay, then what is the value of it?"

Liao Xuebing glanced at her coldly: "Since you want to ask me if you understand, I will tell you. What is this a thing that is not to be arrogant? This is the clothes my mother bought for me. The things she gave me may be garbage to others, but in my heart it is a priceless treasure."

Murong Bingyu's tone became softer: "Okay, even if I'm wrong, you shouldn't make a big deal. If your clothes are broken, you can ask your mother to buy another one. She must not bear to let you wear the old ones all the time, right?"

"My mother has passed away for many years. At that time, I was still in junior high school. She bought this shirt for me during the Chinese New Year. I was very happy at that time, but parents of poor families always like to buy large-sized clothes for their children. They hope that their children can still wear them after a year or two. Unlike now, children can wear new clothes every year, so later I grew up in junior high school and still can wear them." Lao Liao fell into memories and woke up again: "What's the use of telling you this? Don't bother me, I have never had anything to do with you. If you were not a woman, you would have died long ago."

Murong Bingyu was extremely shocked. Looking at his current twenty-seven or eight, he had been wearing old clothes for at least twelve years. In ancient times, even thirty years ago, it was nothing. But now, it is very admirable. A person is so old-fashioned.

From the words, you can read the feeling of sincere attachment to your mother, and put it on a shirt given to him by your mother. Now you can understand why he is so sad. Murong Bingyu regrets it very much. Just as he is about to say sorry, he saw that Liao Xuebing had already boarded a taxi and left.

It turns out that there is such an inside story. What should I do? No wonder I want to kill people in the store. If I were not so self-righteous. Murong Bingyu returned to the store dejectedly, feeling very depressed. I wonder if the clothes that were of great souvenir value to him can be repaired?

Liao Xuebing asked the driver to drive to the commercial bank to withdraw money, and there was a small pile of 80,000 yuan. He saved 60,000 yuan to enter the account of the Speed ​​Party. By the way, he used a text message to notify Nan Di, who was managing the gang economy, and put the other 20,000 yuan on himself and directly embezzled him.

What can I do if I say 20,000 yuan is too much or less? He has no shame to go to the car shop to get a bicycle. Anyway, that is not his. I went back to school and stumbled for an afternoon. There was a prize-winning guess at the forum, guessing what the fourth mode of transportation would be. Most people think that he would have nothing and could only take the subway to attend classes. The worst person is that he will sit and run to school every day in the future.

Some mobilizations were made for the art competition, but unfortunately there were very few results. Two or three people signed up, which was better than nothing. Could it be that Murong Bingyu's appeal had declined?

Lao Liao had no choice but to conduct an investigation, of course, the only people who were Li Yuzhong, Guan Muyun, Zhou An and others who were closer to him were Li Yuzhong, Guan Muyun, Zhou An and others.

"Teacher, you don't know that what your classmates like the most is fashion. It's just a little interest of Murong Bingyu. It has not become mainstream in newspapers, magazines, TV, and the Internet. Naturally, everyone will not pursue such troublesome hobbies as art. Art is a kind of culture and an art. Its interests are cultivated for a long time to be effective. You think of us too simply." Guan Muyun's speech was very constructive.

Liao Xuebing fell into deep thought: "What should I do according to your opinion?"

"Start with our class, set a theme, and call on everyone to hand in a painting regardless of whether they have a foundation or not, and then choose the potential of them to perform the second work. This influence will be spread from our class as a radiation point and spread out. When other classes look at it, oh, they are so enthusiastic that they seem to be pretty good. Why don't we come and participate too, so we want to go as big as the old mother's ball, and become a school-wide activity."

"It doesn't seem to be very good, and the idea is bad. Let me think about it again."

"It seems that my expression is not very clear. Li Yuzhong, please add it."

Li Yuzhong also has his own insights: "Guan Muyun is right, I find that everyone likes to compare, uh, still can't say it, haha"

Liao Xuebing immediately understood: "Comparison is to compare with people around him and familiar people. If that person is too far away from him or doesn't know him, then he will not be interested in comparison. At least most people are like this. In elementary school, there are those who compare schoolbags, those who compare pencil boxes, those who are father and mother, those who are junior high school, those who study, those who pick up girls, and those who are richer in high school, you can compare anything. Do you want to provoke students' comparison of art? You need to study this carefully."

He hesitated and said, "Teacher, you haven't been to my house for a long time. Xiaoxue said she missed you. When did you have time to sit there?"

"I'll be busy these days when the exam is over."

Li Yuzhong also sent an invitation: "Teacher Liao, since the last home visit, my old man has been obsessed with you. He wants to learn about the skills and artistic conception of calligraphy. Can you take some time?"

"Let's talk about it after the exam. Didn't you see that my pity was about to collapse?"

When the student Murong Bingyu was waiting for Liao Xuebing at the school gate, he was still a little worried, afraid of being gossiped about, so he grabbed Qiu Daqi. Murong Lanluo was not afraid. When he saw someone from afar, he met him and hugged his arm, walked together, took the subway together, and held him tightly, very intimate.

Lao Liao lived for half his life, but how could he get so green from women? Although I was so calm, I felt that the eyes of him on the road had become different. Someone said: A very compatible couple, he immediately straightened his back and was full of energy. When someone heard someone surprised that this father and daughter were very good! He lowered his head in remorse.

Although Xiaoxiao satisfied her vanity, she still had to face the problem: how to deal with the relationship between the two? This is absolutely important. If you take a wrong step and you no longer have to go to Tulip High School, then let it go. You can develop as you should. Anyway, I, Lao Liao, have been facing my life freely for twenty-eight years.
Chapter completed!