I am in high school and is a critical period. My mother refused to let me sacrifice her schoolwork to take care of her. The last way to come out is to buy a lot of steamed buns and put them in the refrigerator. When she was hot and put on the bedside in the morning, she would eat pickles when she was hungry.

But in a few days, she didn't eat pickles. She was dried up and dried up, because she had to drink water when she was salty. No one at home, she couldn't go to the toilet, so she could only minimize drinking as much as possible, to go to the toilet, and always endured the little girl to go home at four in the afternoon.

My mother ate steamed buns, but we couldn't bear to eat, and once wanted to teach the little girl to cook. But the younger sister was only nine years old at that time, and even the knife could not be moved. I couldn't bear it. I asked Zhaofeng's classmates and parents to pack some rice and cool dishes that I didn't sell that day.

Fortunately, the other party was very good to speak, not only bringing me back to rice and cool dishes, but also fried one more hot dish for me every day. But in this way, the matter of making up lessons is not easy to quit, after all, eating people's mouth soft.

I go back every day very late, and the little girl and mother are waiting for me to be late. When eating, the mother can also take care of her appearance, and the younger girl gobbles throughout her, as if she can't wait to eat the bowl.

At this time, I am always sad.

If my dad is still alive, if I do n’t learn the instrument that spends money so much, if I can learn better, if I can get the scholarship ...

Countless of the black clouds that turn into a black cloud in my mind.

The school's guarantee places were delayed, and Ran Qingzhuang and Lin Sheng appeared in front of me at that time, the place, and that way. As if the apple that Eve took off, the first neck that the hidden bite prompted me to make the most wrong decisions.

I thought I told them before because my greed and my jealousy, but now I remember all this, and I think that may be revenge.

Revenge Ran Qingzhuang's ignoring and indifference to me, revenge him ... I did not respond to my hand that stretched out.

Ji Ning's memory may be short, but it is not wrong. In addition, even the memories that are remembered are not necessarily a complete memory.

Chapter 23 I haven't taught it well

I am far more mean than I think.

"Ji Ling? Are you okay?" Zhaofeng shook his hands in front of me, "Did you drink too much?"

I looked at him and remembered him completely.

"It's been a long time ... no see." I said.

When Zhaofeng saw me finally remembered him, his eyes showed joy: "You haven't changed at all, I recognize it. What are you doing now?"

It is also fate when it comes to it. However, there is no clean place here. We can only chat in the toilet.

"I am teaching children's cello recently."

"Teacher? This profession is suitable for you. Do you come here to play?"

"Yes, and ..." I just wanted to say that they came with Ran Qingzhuang, and when they came to their mouths, they remembered that they had not dealt with before, so they changed their mouths, "Come with friends. How about you?"

Zhaofeng pointed to the other end of the corridor, and said, "Our company is building today."

Fortunately ... I was relieved in my heart.

His dressing was too much like the two young boys with Ran Qingzhuang, which caused us to have the imagination of whether he was a laughed in the college entrance examination.

"Thanks to your tutoring that year, I was admitted to a specialty of Chonghai and entered a popular major. Now he is planning in an advertising company." He briefly said the overview of the past few years and took out his mobile phone, " Give me your contact information now, let's find the opportunity to gather, I invite you to dinner. "

From the past, it is not like the present, binding a social software, no matter how you change your phone contact, you will always be there. In the early years, there were mobile phone numbers in the mobile phone card. When changed card, or lost mobile phone, the contact information disappeared.

In the first semester of university, my mobile phone was stolen. Because it is the second phone I used by my mother in itself, the card is also in the name of her name. When I go to make up, I simply use my own ID card to change a more favorable new card. At that time, in addition to my mother and younger sister, no one would use the previous number to contact me, but I forgot Zhaofeng.

I hurriedly reported my phone number, and explained to him the stolen.

Zhaofeng quickly entered the number with one hand. After a while, the phone in my pants pocket sounded. I took out and modified the name of the call person.

Zhaofeng shook my phone, and two dimples laughed on the cheeks: "Okay, remember to contact!"

I promised that seeing that he was looking at the faucet and preparing to wash his hands, he said that he took a step first.

Zhaofeng said a series of "goodbye" until I walked out of the toilet and stopped.

I still have less than half a year. Before he died, he was able to meet his hometown and see him with the previous side. God is not thin. Maybe I regret it sincerely, and the return of active atonement.

As soon as the box was opened, the face was full of smoke and alcohol. The guessing fist was mixed with the laughter of men and women, which was more noisy than music.

I took a deep breath and walked towards the original card.

"Teacher Ji, why did you go for so long? I thought you didn't like the handsome guy I chose for you, and I ran away." Kong Tan pushed away the beauty around him and put the two whiskey glass with ball ice on the table. Fall to the eight points, "Just come back. Come on, I respect you for a cup, and I will pay you for the last thing. You do n’t remember the villain, do n’t take it at your heart." Then he lifted up Two glasses of wine, handed one of them to me.

I took a step forward, looked at Ran Qingzhuang, and found that he was also looking at it, but did not mean to stop.

"Where, Brother Snake also works according to the rules." I stared at the wine in the cup, and my stomach began to twitch.

The orchestra does not flourish the wine table culture, and everyone often takes care of the performance. Even if it is entertaining, drink at most two glasses of wine. I have never drank this whiskey, I only know that its degree is similar to liquor, and it is also a kind of spiritual wine.

This cup is not afraid, I am afraid that I will lose their attitude and say something should not be said.