Human ladder

The principal, dean, and homeroom teacher's eyes all cast their eyes on Wen Yan. Even though Wen Yan's face is super thick, he still can't figure out why he has to meet so many eager eyes.

So I decided to take the lead in admitting my mistake: "Principal, director, teacher... I was wrong, I was wrong, I didn't have a sense of collective honor, and I ignored the honor of the school, but you can't make me pay for the gymnasium."

This time Wen Yan was really aggrieved and wrinkled his face. Standing there with a height of 1.8 meters, he didn't mind poking at the top of the door. The gas is gone, and it looks like a brat who accidentally spilled the soy sauce.

After all, it's because of his good looks that it's pleasing to the eyes that he can't see clearly his presumptuous eyes when he lowers his head.

It's just... Wang Bo looked around at the embarrassing leaders around him with a headache, and was poked in the back. Seeing the dean winking at him, he had to bite the bullet and laugh first: "Wen Yan, the teachers just found out about you. .”

Bobo himself felt wronged when he took the lead. He rubbed his palms with difficulty, almost speaking nicely to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan's eyelids twitched, and when he heard the words, he realized that something was wrong, his expression immediately darkened, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Er Yan..."

Wen Yan had an older brother who had a miscarriage during a mission when he was five months pregnant.

Except for Wen Yan's parents, almost no one knows that Wen Yan has this nickname.

So Wen Yan stood there in a daze, turned around with difficulty and lowered his head but did not dare to look up at the source of the voice.

"You never told me you were like this at school."

While scolding several teachers in the office, Wen Yan retorted in a low voice: "I didn't do anything out of line."

I saw the young man's complexion that had just sunk down suddenly brighten up, and he smiled flatteringly before saying anything: "Mom, this time there was no fight, no overcoming the wall, just snoozing for a while~"

Wang Bo held his lighted head, curled the corner of his mouth in disapproval, and really wanted to complain: This guy has been greedy for most of his high school time.

Because Wen Yan's reputation has been bad since before he was promoted to high school, he entered this high school as a back door for a rich young man, and bad people are bad everywhere, so no one paid attention to this kid. What was it like before.

Wen Yan lived up to expectations and raised the banner of rebellion. As soon as the school started, the freshmen in the first grade were besieged. Hearing that the hooligans outside the school found someone to come to the school, they immediately started fighting in the class.

The previous principal cried and clamored to expel this person, but when he learned that it was a disturbance outside the school, and Wen Yan was also one of the victims, he immediately choked on his breath and waved his hands on the office chair.

Some intuition came from somewhere that made Wang Bo always feel that this child was not bad in nature, but when he thought about it carefully, which one of them at this age was really bad?It's just that the cognition of this world is still vague, and the three views are not yet sound. I probably only know the great good and the great evil, murder and breaking the law, how can I manage so many small things in life?

But I don't think that it is precisely at this time that the cognition of the small things and small things in life is the stitches and threads that weave the big net of the Three Views, and then cover the whole life of a person.

Anxious to draw a line with everything around you, learn to smoke, fight and drink to be a cool person, what is there to understand and forgive?It's not just being a fool, not knowing the world.

"We just want to persuade you, so we realize that you have always been good at studying before high school?"

Of course they had their own considerations, the principal probably used this relationship to get close to today's leader surnamed Fan, and wanted to gain a level of personal acquaintance.

On the one hand, I also heard that Wen Guochao, who died in the line of duty in the explosion a few years ago, held a grand memorial ceremony in the whole city, and many people on the street even spontaneously organized to send the hero on his last journey.

How old was Wen Yan at that time?

where is he

It seems that no one has noticed that there is such a boy?At that time, it seemed that the whole city suddenly became busy, and the circle of friends and the media were busy mourning and commemorating.

Maybe it was Wen Yan's mother who was here, so Wen Yan still stood there honestly, but he didn't even pretend to cooperate, stood there sternly and shook his legs and said: "Ah? I'm not bad now ah."

"Wen Yan!"

Wen Yan cast his eyes on his mother, and saw that she still had neat short hair for more than ten years, her coat was draped over her wrist, and she was carrying a lunch box in her hand.

It should be seaweed egg drop soup.

Wen Yan's mood immediately improved when he thought of this, as if he had already smelled the fragrance.

In fact, Wen Yan's mother, Sun Yi, is also a son of a high-ranking official, but her mother's family is far away, she is still a pure northerner, she speaks a lot of words, and she is also a policeman who worked on the front line, but the police uniform has been taken off After several years, that short hair has become a habit.

His whole body still gave people a sense of competence, his delicate eyebrows were often frowned habitually, and there seemed to be a trace of hostility in dealing with various gangsters and murderers under his pupils.

Wen Yan just stood up straight in cooperation, playing with the phone with his hands in his pockets.

The light in the room was not particularly good, and Sun Yi was still standing in the backlight. He could only hear Sun Yi explaining to the teachers over and over again: "I'm sorry, teacher, I didn't teach this child well, you continue."

When I was in school, I had such an annoyance that I would call my parents for everything I did.

Wen Yan spat secretly, thinking, can't I be responsible for what I do?

Principal Song could only say kindly and politely: "No, no, it is the responsibility of the school and the family to teach children well. That little Yan, you are not too old, you should stop playing."

This long-lost address caused Wen Yan to feel a sense of familiar disgust for no reason. He wanted to open his mouth, but he saw Sun Yi's restraining eyes, and angrily swallowed the choking "Who are you calling?"

"After all, your father is also a very respected hero, so you can't lose his face, right?"

"Yes, yes, you are different from others, you are not an ordinary person, you have to make great achievements to make your father feel at ease, right?"

Wen Yan really couldn't help it this time, the corner of his mouth was raised, and even his eyes became sharp: "I go out with my dad's name?"

He paused, and sarcastically said, "There are still heroes these days?"

Principal Song was so choked that he couldn't speak, his face wrinkled into a bitter gourd face, and he almost cursed that little bastard who turned from embarrassment into anger.

Wen Yan finally remembered where this familiar feeling of disgust came from, and suddenly he didn't want to leave, he just wanted to spit out the words he didn't say when he was young because of his stupid mouth, like revenge. unhappy.

"He was his hero and no one stopped him, and I shouldn't stop me as my bastard, right? He didn't want us, but he wanted me..."

"Snapped--"

So proud that he forgot his mother was still there.

Wen Yan forgot the pain in his face for a while, and his brain only grasped this thought, and saw that Sun Yizheng was blushing and glaring at himself, his chest was heaving violently, gritting his teeth, he seemed to feel that the slap was still unrelieved, and Wen Yan should be slapped. Yan kneaded it into a ball and stuffed it back into his stomach.

I never dared to say these words of disapproval in front of Sun Yi... I am still too proud today.

Wen Yan suddenly felt that their family had not been let go by the world, and they would take it out from time to time to see what happened to the rest of the girls, did they have the correct three views and felt that his father's death was worthwhile? Positive feeling proud of his father, her husband.

From time to time, people who have been turned into bones have to be taken out to correct their injustice, and to be inspired.

They pushed that person to the altar, and even the son and wife who were family members had to look up.

Wen Yan felt that the flesh and blood that had been torn open the wounds of their family for so many years might appear on Wen Guochao's bones again with flesh and blood.

Thinking of this, Wen Yan stared at Sun Yi with bloodshot eyes, and finally couldn't help complaining: "Isn't it? What kind of person does my father want me to be?"

He was ignorant when he was in the third grade of junior high school, and he believed what adults used to deceive children.

Don't do bad things, if you do bad things, uncle police will arrest you and put you in a dark room.

So he tried to do bad things too, and his police dad didn't come to catch him.

Sun Yi opened his mouth, and when he was about to say something, someone knocked on the half-closed milk-painted wooden door a few times.

No one said a word, but the atmosphere full of sex was inadvertently broken up by the knock on the door.

He heard that voice also said slowly: "Excuse me, I'm here to deliver medicine to Wen Yan."

The gunpowder was pressed into a deep pool, spreading all the gunpowder smoke in the room in circles, revealing Lu Congqi's clear eyes.

Wen Yan couldn't take it anymore, he followed Lu Congqi out in anger, and slammed the wooden door loudly before leaving.

In my heart, I just want to grab those old men and beat them up, and I don't care about respecting the old and caring for the young.

"It's fine to talk back to them, but why did you talk back to your mother?"

Wen Yan didn't know how long Lu Congqi stood outside, he just scooped up a handful of cold water to extinguish the anger in his eyes tiredly, then shook his wet hair and smiled: "What can we do? This one hates iron but not steel, what is the difference between my mother and them?"

Lu Congqi pursed his lips, and he unconsciously pulled out the folds of his baggy school uniform.

He knew that Wen Yan had seen the leaflet, so he naturally knew where his wish was.

But this reaction was unexpected for him, and he wondered when did Wen Yan control his emotions like this?

In fact, he thought that Wen Yan would definitely be angry, and it would be fine to get angry if he was angry, but he didn't know that Wen Yan's emotions were so complicated at this time that his poor vocabulary could not describe it at all, and he still hadn't vented his anger until now. Happy, now seeing Lu Congqi's hesitant to speak expression, and seeing him very calm and silent, I feel even more frustrated.

Wen Yan approached Lu Congqi, seeing that Lu Congqi was in a daze, he stretched out his hand itchingly to touch Lu Congqi's warm face.

Lu Congqi was stunned when the water-stained fingers came over, he was stunned for a while before he backed up unsteadily and hit the wall, pretending to be calm and said: "What are you doing? "

Wen Yan shook his head amusedly, shaking his hair like a cat that just took a bath at Lu Congqi, and all the water stains on his hair were sprinkled on Lu Congqi's body.

"Stop making trouble... Haha, Wen Yan."

Lu Congqi laughed and dodged, but his movements were so gentle that he didn't even dodge seriously, so conniving that Wen Yan felt that he was acting like a baby.

Wen Yan closed his eyes, stared at Lu Congqi seriously and said, "I really hate the police."

Lu Congqi's smile froze for a while, but fortunately he was not the kind of expressive person, so he just wiped off the water stains on his face, bent his eyes and said in a low voice: "I know, I'm sorry Wen Yan, this is me. dream."

"Why didn't I know?" He suddenly felt strange, for a while he felt that Lu Congqi had always prepared for this, and for a while he felt that this choice was sudden.

"It's very early, before I met you, there was."

Wen Yan realized that there were other emotions hidden under Lu Congqi's amber pupils, but when he smiled, it was clean and harmless.

It seems that he is only smiling at you intently, looking at you gently and seriously, trying to infect you with this smile.

He could only smack Lu Congqi's words for a while, and suddenly remembered the first time he met Lu Congqi in the busy office of the Municipal Bureau.

This is not a good memory, but it inexplicably collided with today's scene, which made him feel a strange and terrible sense of fate.

It was as if the strong but temperatureless sunshine in the third year of junior high hit Wen Yan again, bringing with him the familiar ridicule and jokes around him...