I heard that his love rival fled to the street

The third class is biology. The teacher is the kindest teacher among all the teachers in the sixth middle school. He looks like a Maitreya Buddha. He smiles at everyone he sees. He doesn’t have any airs on his body. He is almost 60 years old, a little old man. In class, they can occasionally pop up vocabulary that they only have at this age, which is deeply loved by all the students in the Sixth Middle School.

"Hey, let's make the hero absent for this class?" The little old man stood on the podium, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and glanced at the last position in the second group.

Let you do everything in a hurry, and people run fast. Last time, the little old man left his homework in the office in class, so he asked the one who went to the toilet to let you bring it back. The boy's speed is as fast as a [-]-meter race. There was still a gust of wind when the homework book stopped in front of him.

After that, the little old man teased Jean and called him Ren Daxia.

Although Rang He sat in the last row, he was tall, half a head taller than others when he sat down, so standing on the podium, he could tell at a glance whether he was present or not.

The mouse was thinking of a reason to excuse her, when Yan Qingzhi's voice sounded from the front of the classroom, "He's not feeling well, he's gone to the infirmary."

The little old man didn't bother about the truth of this statement. The main thing was that Yan Qingzhi had never lied before, and his credibility among the teachers was extremely high. Of course, this may also be the buff brought by the long-term residence at the top of the study. The little old man nodded. He nodded to indicate that he understood, then opened the book and started the class, "We talked about mitosis in the last class, and in this class we..."

The little old man's voice was warm and slow, just like today's weather, very comfortable.

It's just that the mouse is not calm anymore, and there are dozens of other students in class three who are not calm with him.

They were probably wondering when the two people who were incompatible with each other became such a relationship of skipping class and helping to cover up.

Mouse's heartbeat was the same as that of an M4 that went off fire. He secretly took out his phone and sent a message.

There is no gossip that I can't dig out: I'm sorry I take back what I said before, the Sixth Middle School is not going to change, it has already changed!

Emotions play with me in the palm of my hand: ? ?

The scumbag asked for ultimate evolution:? ?

There is no gossip that I can't dig out: I always thought that Brother Rang said that he wanted to be in love with Yan Ba ​​was his unilateral idea, until today I saw Yan Ba ​​who was covering for Brother Rang to skip class!I haven't been doing this job!Before I could think of anything, Yan Ba ​​said he had gone to the infirmary!

Emotions play with me in the palm of my hand:! !

The slag requests ultimate evolution:! !

There is no gossip that I can't dig out: and when I entered the classroom just now, there were only the two of them, who knows what they did!

Emotions play with me in the palm of my hand: Let's let Rang grow up and start to learn to bear the burden of humiliation?Decided to go deep into the enemy's rear and destroy them in one fell swoop?

The scumbag asked for ultimate evolution: Who was the one who said that there was Yanba in the sixth middle school but not him, and there was no Yanba in the sixth middle school!How long!Why did it turn upside down!Is the school bully so dishonest in his words!

The three of the four brothers chatted enthusiastically in the group, only the other ID remained silent.

The main reason is that I don’t want to make a sound, so I dropped my phone in the garage in the morning. The screen of the small Apple SE model that has been out for a few years is shattered like a spider web. The screen is on, but it is useless. almost.

Not to mention the cracks all over the place, at first glance, the cracks can still reflect a piece of colored light under the sunlight, which is no different from a low-end version of the kaleidoscope.

Let Xi sit on the top floor, with a cigarette between his fingers, he put the scrapped mobile phone into his trouser pocket, and exhaled a smoke ring from his mouth.

When the wind blew, the white smoke was blown away, leaving only a faint smell of smoke in the air.

Rang He has been smoking for several years, since he entered Ye's house, since the days and nights when Rang Hua left him and he couldn't sleep, he just sat on the bed and smoked one cigarette after another.

After smoking, I have to open the window overnight to disperse the smell.

Rang Hua doesn't like men who smoke, so let his own father smoke. In the only remaining memory, Rang Hua will always frown and scold the man with a cigarette, and then tell him, don't learn from your father, Smoking hurts his lungs, and he will feel better when he gets old.

Then his own father would gasp at Rang Hua with his smoked mouth, and then hug him to avoid Rang Hua's chasing and beating.

It's just that their family broke up before the one in Ranghua's mouth got old.

Let Xi extinguish the butt of the cigarette to the bottom, took out the lighter and lit another one.

Another puff of smoke rose, hiding her face behind the gloomy white mist, and the sun slowly slipped into the clouds. Without the sunlight, the boy's already white complexion seemed to have lost all blood, and he looked icy and cold. It's like there's no temperature.

After Rang Hua got divorced, he fought for his custody rights. His own father didn't want anything, and left with a few clothes, without even looking at him when he left.

So many years have passed, except for the regular and fixed reminders of the living expenses on the card on time every month, I almost forgot that I still have a real father.

But in fact, it’s not much different, except for the cigarette in his mouth, I can’t remember the man’s face anymore, the man’s face in my memory is covered with a cloud of white mist, no matter how hard I try Pulling, can't dispel the fog.

But it's not all, let you still remember some small details, such as the man who loves to laugh, has a hearty voice, plays the guitar well, and likes to wear a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, which is not at all the same as Ye Yu.

But there is nothing else besides these.

She couldn't remember the man's face at all.

Let Huadu have a new home, and it must be the same for that man.