: Working hard in front of the Patriarch’s door

For the first time, Zhao Mingyang had a sense of accomplishment as a teacher. Some classmates came to ask Zhao Mingyang how many WeChat accounts he had, and took the initiative to add Zhao Mingyang to WeChat. The classmates also created a group with Zhao Mingyang, hoping that Zhao Mingyang would send red envelopes in the group during the Chinese New Year.

Zhao Mingyang was also speechless for a while, but the students at least accepted and recognized him. Zhao Mingyang sent a red envelope in the group and said: "Don't let me send red envelopes in the future. I am losing blood. You send them to me. I want to take some, but I can't.

"It's a teacher. The school has regulations not to order them, but the teacher is poor and has no money to eat after giving out red envelopes. However, the students have to give the teacher some birthday gifts, and the school has no rules not to accept them. The teacher has his birthday next month."

The WeChat group suddenly became quiet. Someone suddenly sent a shameless emoticon to end the chat. Everyone clicked on Zhao Mingyang's red envelope and were speechless for a while. Each person paid five cents, so stingy.

Lin Shuqi sent a voice message in the group and said: "Teacher Zhao, you are too stingy. Teachers in other departments give out red envelopes worth two hundred yuan, but you only give out less than five yuan."

Zhao Mingyang replied: "The last thing I wanted to do since I was a child is to be a curling dog. I refuse to be curled up. Why don't you compare yourself with successful and famous students who repay their kindness and give teachers a house and a car?"

The group was quiet again, and soon a group of people made shameless expressions.

The Moments of this group of students are interesting. Some people posted in their Moments at noon and asked how they felt after finishing the class. Most of them replied that they will benefit from it for life. Some people posted in their Moments that Zhao Mingyang won’t teach well in the next class. Don’t blame me.

Wait for your class.

Zhao Mingyang was about to go home after get off work when he suddenly received a text message. This text message came more than once and was sent by Ren Jiani.

She always asked Zhao Mingyang if he had returned to Shencheng? Zhao Mingyang was too lazy to reply, but he actually sent it again this time.

Zhao Mingyang replied: I'm back.

Ren Jiani hurriedly replied that she wanted to come to Zhao Mingyang's house to meet him and give Zhao Mingyang a gift.

With his IQ, how could Zhao Mingyang not see that there was something fishy in this? Does this girl like to be abused? Does she like the feeling of being abused?

Isn't this another time to torture her and try to cause harm? Zhao Mingyang sent her an address. Zhao Mingyang didn't have anything else but a large family.

Putting away his mobile phone and walking around the campus, it really seemed like a different world from the outside. Zhao Mingyang looked at the students on the playground. The biggest difference between the School of Drama and other schools was that there were many people in the playground playing against each other, and sometimes security guards

When you see someone fighting, you think they are rehearsing.

Of course, there are not only those in the performance department here, most of the students are from other departments. The students in these departments are not so shining and look like ordinary college students, but these students are the majority of this school.

Zhao Mingyang recalled the love he had when he was a student. It seemed that when her name was called, he could not help but his heart beat faster, and then he could not help but look for her immediately. The first seat he saw after entering the classroom was never his.

, but hers.

Zhao Mingyang has almost forgotten his first love, but he can't forget that feeling. Maybe some things will only appear again at a specific time.

Memories are like this, life is like this, everything is like this, it seems that it has changed and yet it seems that it has not changed.

The campus always gives people a unique feeling and an unforgettable memory. Just like an old man said, he wanted to teach in his alma mater after retirement, but unfortunately it didn't happen. The world will be a little regretful after all.

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Zhao Mingyang picked up his mobile phone and took a photo of the scenery on campus. He posted the picture to his circle of friends: I like this kind of life.

Then I sent this copy to Moments on several WeChat IDs. Everyone liked it on each WeChat ID. Only Hao Ren said: Show off~

Tell me, look, all this beauty was broken by Hao Ren with two simple words. What is this kid's weakness? Zhao Mingyang wants to grasp his weakness and let him learn to please his boss.

But thinking about it, Zhao Mingyang couldn't help but laugh. He should keep Hao Ren like this, otherwise he wouldn't be able to recognize himself. Hao Ren is good like this. At least he will say some things you don't want to hear.

If others can't listen to anything bad they say about you, then you will lose your tolerance and will basically become a very selfish and stubborn person. Zhao Mingyang still has a tolerance.

Zhao Mingyang walked to the car and when he drove away, he met Xia Zhiqiu at the school gate.

She's amazing. She knows how to spot. She should know where Zhao Mingyang comes in and out, or she has an eye liner and knows where Zhao Mingyang goes out.

She waved when she saw Zhao Mingyang's car. Zhao Mingyang stopped in front of her and opened the window. Xia Zhiqiu looked at Zhao Mingyang and said, "Um~ Teacher Zhao, can I trouble you? It's too difficult to drive here. I'm in a hurry.

Can you give me a ride?"

"Of course, it's my honor to see Teacher Xia off. Let's get in the car. Where are we going?" Zhao Mingyang said with a flattering look on his face.

Xia Zhiqiu opened the passenger door, got in the car, fastened his seat belt and said, "Go here."

Zhao Mingyang looked at the address on Xia Zhiqiu's phone and squinted at her, "nursing home? You are really good at it. Do you know that I used hemp in this routine? You actually want to use it on me? I am just like Maori Kogoro, I am already immune to the word hemp."

Already.

"Do you go to the nursing home to see people?" Zhao Mingyang asked.

"Yes, could you please wait for me at the supermarket in front? I'll go buy something." Xia Zhiqiu said.

Zhao Mingyang was speechless for a while, thinking, did you buy milk when you arrived at the supermarket? Wouldn't it be better to try something else? It's not good for the elderly to drink too much milk.

Zhao Mingyang had no choice but to drive the car to a supermarket parking lot, and had to pretend to get out of the car and go shopping with Xia Zhiqiu in the supermarket.

Pushing the trolley, she saw Xia Zhiqiu going straight to the section selling dairy products. She took a few boxes of milk and put them in the trolley. Next, she would definitely buy oatmeal and black sesame paste for middle-aged and elderly people.

Sure enough, when Xia Zhiqiu went to that area, Zhao Mingyang really wanted to tell her that the elderly really didn't like to drink these things, so getting some Coke, beer, and some spicy sticks would be better than this.

I guess the elderly people in the nursing home are also numb. Why do they have these sets? Why can't they change them?

When checking out, Zhao Mingyang pretended to pay, but was stopped by Xia Zhiqiu. She asked Zhao Mingyang to help move these things to the trunk of the car and put them away.

Tea masters don't like to ask boys to pay the bill at the beginning, and they won't do it later. They always maintain a very independent personality that doesn't like petty gains, but they will ask for it in disguise.

The two returned to the car. Xia Zhiqiu opened the makeup mirror and began to put on makeup in front of Zhao Mingyang. While putting on makeup, he said: "Where do you live? Isn't it a long detour? It wouldn't be good if my family has to worry about it."

It’s really troublesome. What if there is no parking space when we go back? If not, you can help me find a place where I can easily take a taxi, and I can just take a taxi there.”

Looking at the words, does Zhao Mingyang know what information she wants to know? Does Zhao Mingyang buy a house or rent a house? Is there a parking space? Who does he live with?

"I live nearby. It's okay for me to go back alone. It's not in the way or troublesome. There is a parking space when I go back. I bought the parking space together when I bought a house a few years ago. It was really cost-effective to buy it early. I didn't think it was there at that time.

How many parking spaces are there? It’s really difficult to park now." Zhao Mingyang gave Xia Zhiqiu a satisfactory answer.

"It's amazing, Teacher Zhao. You bought a house here at such a young age. When will I have my own house?" Xia Zhiqiu already knows the value of Zhao Mingyang's property. The houses nearby are not cheap, and there are parking spaces.

The car looked new at first glance, probably because of my status as a teacher I didn’t dare to buy something too ostentatious, but it seemed to be quite valuable.

She scanned all the male teachers in the school and found that most of them didn't have houses. Those who had houses were mostly older people and they were all allocated houses by work units in the early days.

Most of the male teachers in the school are from average backgrounds. There are really very few rich second-generation teachers in this group of key university teachers. They are so rare.

"How can I have that strength? My family bought it for me." Zhao Mingyang once again gave Xia Zhiqiu a perfect answer. His family was well off.

You see, whatever answer Xia Zhiqiu wants, Zhao Mingyang can give her any answer. Is this considered sympathy? Is it considered a congenial relationship? Is it considered a tacit understanding?

"What do you do on Saturdays and Sundays? I feel like my life is too boring. I stay at home on Saturdays and Sundays and don't know what to do."

Zhao Mingyang said while driving: "I don't have much to do on Saturdays and Sundays. I just play tennis and the like. Occasionally I play snooker and bowling. It depends on the time. If you have more holidays, you will have plenty of time.

I like to go skiing, surfing and scuba diving.”

When Xia Zhiqiu heard this, his eyes lit up. In the early days, the four most expensive sports were bowling, tennis, golf and snooker. Of course, they are no longer there. Now they are golf, surfing, skiing and diving.

Especially diving, it really costs money. What Zhao Mingyang does is very expensive. It seems that Zhao Mingyang's family is not poor.

Xia Zhiqiu has one more question, and after asking her, she will be able to prescribe the right medicine.

"Did you teach after graduating from college?"

"No, I worked for a while and didn't like that kind of life, so I went to study abroad, and then came back to teach. I like campus life, not the noisy big dyeing vat in society." Zhao Mingyang said, giving Xia Zhiqiu a look again

The satisfactory answer is that he has little social experience and is a rich second-generation person who has been studying hard in school. He is good at cheating and simple, and he is a good man.

Xia Zhiqiu asked no more questions. She used her mobile phone's Bluetooth to connect to the central control unit of Zhao Mingyang's car and then played a song, an English song. Zhao Mingyang had already guessed what she was going to do next.

Sure enough, she pretended to put her phone on the center console without touching it, pretending to close her eyes and sleep, and the next song was the ambiguous must-have song [A Little Tempting]:

I'm a little attracted to you

But so afraid to look into your eyes

A little bit tempted and a little hesitant

Can't believe I can't help myself

I'm a little attracted to you

I don’t know whether the result is sad or happy

A little bit tempted and a little hesitant

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Xia Zhiqiu started humming along, but in such an atmosphere, two people are very close to each other in a closed space, and an ambiguous atmosphere will arise in an instant.

Master, if it weren't for Zhao Mingyang, if it were someone like Hao Ren, his heartbeat would speed up in an instant, his thoughts would run wild, and he wouldn't even be able to suppress himself anymore.

Zhao Mingyang also hummed along. This was a counterattack. I sang too, and you sang too. We didn't open our mouths to see who would rush first.

When the car arrived at its destination, Zhao Mingyang got out of the car and went to the trunk to get something. Xia Zhiqiu took Zhao Mingyang into the nursing home.

The guard greeted Xia Zhiqiu enthusiastically and said, "Miss Xia is here to visit the elderly again?"

"Yes, Uncle Wang, you are busy." Xia Zhiqiu said.

"Teacher Zhao, if you are busy, you can go back first. I can get it myself." Xia Zhiqiu looked at Zhao Mingyang and asked.

"You're not busy. Are you here to visit the lonely old man?" Zhao Mingyang looked at Xia Zhiqiu and asked. He had already noticed that the guard had probably received some cigarettes from Xia Zhiqiu, so he would cooperate.

"Yes, I come here to see the old people here when I have nothing to do. Everyone will grow old one day. I hope I can bring them more happiness. And I like to listen to the old people telling stories and spend time with these lovely old people.

Being together always makes me feel a little warm.

In this strange city, I always feel a sense of loneliness and indifference. This place can give me a little warmth. Otherwise, I would be too lonely here alone. It is more lively at school, but when I go home, I feel lonely alone. surrounded by old people, so I often come here after get off work to chat with the old people.”
To be continued...