Did Zha Gong get kicked today?

The sun is very dazzling, and people who are hot feel restless and bored.

This is the third day he has come out to look for a job, and the part-time job in the drunken bar is considered the highest source of monthly salary.

Because he had to run away, he lost all his work.

In two of them, because he thought about running away during this time, he forgot to resign and ask for leave, and the full attendance was deducted endlessly, so the boss fired him directly.

As for the Drunken Bar, he definitely can't do it anywhere, there are mixed fish and dragons.

In the past, he went to work in it because of money and Liu Feng.

Now that I know it's not safe there, of course I won't go back.

Wen Tingjun stood by the side of the road, looking at the job advertisement on the wall in a daze, when his cell phone rang suddenly.

The caller is: Teacher Jiang.

Nostalgia flashed in Wen Tingjun's eyes, "Teacher Jiang?"

"Xiao Jun, are you busy?" Jiang Yan'an asked with a smile while holding a cup of tea, with a kind tone.

"Not busy, not busy." Wen Tingjun also respected and felt ashamed of this teacher who taught him careers. He was troubled by a series of trivial matters after rebirth, and he didn't even think about his teacher and his few precious friends.

When you have the opportunity, you must get to know them again and watch them.

"not busy?"

Jiang Yan'an's wife pushed his wife's arm aside, and said in a low voice, "Then let Xiaojun come over for dinner, it's not going to be noon."

As for Wen Tingjun, the poor child's family, Jiang Yan'an's wife felt from the bottom of her heart that the child was really handsome, but his life was a little bit hard. That smiling face made people feel distressed.

Everyone likes a well-behaved and cute child.

So I let my man take care of the children more. Wen Tingjun is also a grateful person. If he has something delicious, he will bring it over. During the holidays, he is reluctant to buy new clothes and buy something delicious. He will definitely bring things to visit. Although the things are not It's expensive, but Jiang Yan'an and his wife can see their intentions.

It just happened that he was about the same age as my own child who left home to study abroad, so he treated Wen Tingjun as his own child, so he called Wen Tingjun to see if he was doing well.

"Come over for dinner if you're not busy."

"No, no, teacher, I disturbed you and your wife too much in the past." Wen Tingjun pursed his lips and said.

"Hey, do you look down on your teacher's mother's cooking skills? Come if you are asked!" Jiang Yan'an, 59 years old, was still a little short-tempered, and yelled directly, his voice was too loud, and his wife grabbed his ears again, " You speak softly, people and children are not deaf, what should I do if I am scared!"

When Wen Tingjun heard his teacher's concern on the other end of the phone, his nose was sore and his throat was a little choked, but his heart was not warm. It feels really good that someone cares and someone cares.

He died in the previous life, Teacher Jiang and his wife must be very sad...

"Hello, Xiaojun." The teacher's wife's voice came.

"Teacher...".Wen Tingjun shouted obediently.

Women are always more careful than men, and they asked worriedly: "Xiaojun, have you been wronged again? It's your stepfather asking you for money again?"

Once Liu Feng couldn't get through to Wen Tingjun because he owed too much money, and Wen Tingjun's mobile phone was turned off at school.

So, he went directly to Wen Tingjun's class to ask for money. In this way, the whole school knew that Wen Tingjun in Qiming University's top class had a gambling stepfather.

As a result, all kinds of sympathy, pity, sarcasm and other eyes fell on Wen Tingjun in private. Apart from being a little sad, Wen Tingjun was still very calm.

After all, people who have known Liu Feng's stepfather and his living conditions since childhood all looked at him with kind or malicious eyes...

In the following days of contact, Jiang Yanan and his wife realized that there are more scumbags in this world besides scumbags. A child Wen Tingjun has to work several jobs to support himself and pay tuition fees. I asked my stepfather to pay off the debt.

Reluctant to eat, reluctant to wear, poor thing, it made Jiang Yanan's wife feel distressed and flustered.

After all, he is just a child.

So when I had nothing to do, I made some food and asked my husband to prescribe a "small stove" for him to nourish his body.

"No." Wen Tingjun also knew that something was wrong with his voice, so he hurriedly adjusted himself.

"Then come over for dinner." Minhui said with a final word.

She knew that Wen Tingjun was a soft-hearted kid who was the worst at rejecting people.

really…

"Then, sorry to bother you, teacher and wife.

"Don't bother, don't bother, come early."

"Yes, teacher's wife."

……

Looking at the cash on his body and the time at 10:20, Wen Tingjun thought for a while, then turned and ran towards the bus stop.

Wen Tingjun, who drove home on the bus worth two yuan per person, opened the small refrigerator left by the previous tenant, and took out the fruit that Xiaoyan Mingfeng brought two days ago in the fresh-keeping layer to have a look.

The skin of the fruit is a little wrinkled, and the appearance is not good.

Put the fruit back into the refrigerator. He knew that if he bought expensive things for his wife, they would definitely not accept them. In order to save some money, he hadn't had time to eat the fruit brought by Xiaoyan Mingfeng. He wanted to see if he could carry it to his wife. It's been wrinkled after only two days in the refrigerator...

The refrigerator he uses keeps the fruit fresh for a week, isn't it?Then he thought, when he forgot that he was using a refrigerator, the tens of thousands of that kind of refrigerator was definitely not comparable to the hundreds of thousands of this kind of refrigerator.

I am a little annoyed, and hate myself for being poor now, so I hesitate to buy something for my wife and the others!My heart is full of helpless cursing at myself, I must work hard, you still have the knowledge in your head without Yan Mingfeng, even if you have no money, hands and feet, you will never live a life worse than your last life Hundreds of times.

……

"You child, come here if you are asked to buy something!" Min Huiru looked at the fresh fruit that Wen Tingjun brought, feeling helpless and distressed.

These also waste some money.

"Go sit on the sofa and talk to your Teacher Jiang. I'll call you two when dinner is over."

"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Wen." Wen Runjun said shyly.

"Sit." Looking at Wen Tingjun's favorite student, Jiang Yan'an patted the sofa.

"yes".He sat obediently by the sofa, waiting for Jiang Yan'an to ask questions.

"Have you earned your tuition fees this semester?" Jiang Yan'an asked directly without beating around the bush.

Wen Tingjun was taken aback, "No." In fact, he never thought about going back to school...

"That's it." He reached out and took out a brown paper bag from behind: "There is 2 yuan in it, you take it."

Quickly waved his hand and refused: "Teacher, no need," pursed his lips, "Actually, I plan not to go to school anymore."

"What did you say!" Jiang Yan'an's eyes widened upon hearing this, "How can you say you can't go to school!"

"Don't you want our money? It's okay, just treat it as if I borrowed it from your teacher's wife. You don't need to have any psychological burden. When you graduate from college and enter a good company, this money is nothing to you!" Jiang Yanan's voice was as loud as a trumpet.

Min Huiru, who heard the sound, came out with a persuasive expression: "Xiao Jun, although you, Mr. Jiang, are a bit of a braggart."

"Hey! Where am I bragging!" Jiang Yan'an, who was bearded and staring, said unhappily, "I don't know how good my own students are? When they leave school, everyone will rush to get them!"

"...".Minghui gave his wife a white look, "Xiaojun, you are still young, in this society you don't study, you don't have a diploma, and people with a little wealth and money look down on too many people. You, Teacher Jiang, are also doing it for your own good."

"Just accept it." There was kindness in his eyes, and words full of concern.

Wen Tingjun wanted to cry a little. He was wronged like a child. No one could support himself. When he met someone close to him, his eyes turned red, and he couldn't hold back his tears.

"Hey? Why are you still crying?! Who bullied you?!" Jiang Yan'an stood up, "Tell the teacher, the teacher will make the decision for you!"

My own students are being bullied, how can I ignore it as a teacher.

"Don't cry..." Min Huiru was also surprised, and picked up a tissue on the table to wipe his tears.

"What's going on? Tell me, Master will make the decision for you!"

The same words spewed out made Wen Tingjun cry even harder.

Usually too wronged to hide in the corner of the quilt and cry silently.

This time he was seen by someone, and he bit his lips tightly, not to let out an embarrassing choking sound. It was his last stubbornness, and he shook his head vigorously to show that he was fine.

……

After crying and eating, Wen Tingjun, who sat obediently on the sofa again, blushed a little. He was still crying in front of the teacher like a fool at such a big age, and his image was gone.

After talking for a long time, but never mentioning the teacher, Wen Tingjun escaped the teacher's preaching because he promised himself that he would definitely be able to earn tuition fees before the start of school.

"Since you don't want money, then take this number." Jiang Yan'an handed a piece of paper to Wen Tingjun.

"Teacher? This is?" Some doubts.

"This is my son's number," Jiang Yan'an said with a smile, "This brat is going back to China to go to school soon."

"He is one level older than you, he is your senior, and his name is Jiang Baixiu."Min Huiru answered, her tone full of smiles, "I'm sure you will meet when school starts, if you need anything, just call this brat to help you."

"I've already retired, and the school can't take care of you any more." Jiang Yan'an sighed.

"Thank you teacher." Taking the paper with both hands, Wen Tingjun's eyes were full of light.

It was really a blessing to see the teacher and teacher's wife again.

……

Standing on the side of the road and carefully inputting the number into the phone, Wen Tingjun smiled. In fact, the rebirth is really good. Today, he saw the teacher and his wife. He remembers that pair of friends who are now opening a pet shop.

He must also visit them when he has time.

Except for encountering Yan Mingfeng, everything else is good, isn't it?

The smile gradually disappeared, thinking of Yan Mingfeng, Wen Tingjun felt depressed again.

In the car on the opposite side of the road, Yan Mingfeng looked at the man through the car window, wanting to approach him but not daring to approach him easily,

As he approached again and again, he could clearly see Wen Tingjun's resistance.

Before letting him get rid of this conflict, he could only use Xiao Yan Mingfeng's identity to get closer.

No matter how much the little Yan Mingfeng who was "closed" in his heart scolded Yan Mingfeng, Yan Mingfeng listened to the investigation of the banquet report without moving.

"Mr. Wen went to see his university teacher Jiang Yan'an today. This couple loves Mr. Wen as much as a son."

……

Banyan finished the last sentence of the report with a blank face.

Why does he, a bodyguard, still have to be a stalker now, what a private detective should do.

Could it be that Young Master Yan was really moved this time, and threw that Xiao Bai away, and wanted to be with this one?

This matter should be reported to the old lady again.

He said Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, and he was very serious at the banquet.

After listening, Yan Mingfeng opened the door and got out of the car, with a little Yan Mingfeng's smile on his face, which looked a little brighter than his smile.

"Wen Tingjun."

"?" Wen Tingjun turned his head when he heard the shout, "Yan San?"

"Well, it's me, I just saw you passing by, what are you doing?"

"I, I'm going home." Smiling uncomfortably, Wen Tingjun's eyes flickered, seeing the exact same face as Wen Tingjun, he still felt uncomfortable.

Who made these two people look exactly the same, they were one person, even though they knew that Xiao Yan Mingfeng was different from him, he was still feeling bored and flustered.

"Then I'll see you off." Yan Mingfeng said positively.

The little Yan Mingfeng in his body scolded angrily: "It's really stinky and shameless!"

"No, no, I can go back by myself." Wen Tingjun refused, but was held back by Xiaoyan Mingfeng.

Wen Tingjun's body trembled and he broke free.

"Sorry, I," Yan Mingfeng lowered his head in frustration, "You hate me?"

"No, you are you, I don't hate you." Wen Tingjun softened his heart when he saw him like this.

After all, he did nothing wrong to him, but helped him a lot.

"The sun is so bright outside, let me take you back." Looking at him, Yan Mingfeng's eyes were very serious, and there was a hint of grievance from being thrown away just now.

It made Wen Tingjun a little guilty. His reaction seemed too big and too hurtful.

After all, he is not Yan Mingfeng, he is different from him.

He hesitated for a moment.

He obediently followed them into the car, but he didn't see the satisfied look flashing in Yan Mingfeng's eyes.

"Oh, do you want to face you, you pretend to be me, you think you can coax people back into your hands?!" Xiao Yan Mingfeng stabbed him word by word in his body, and Yan Mingfeng was indeed irritated by "myself", Shouting in my heart: Shut up!