I'll tell you when I get back

Cloudy to sunny on April [-]

In today's last class, the head teacher walked into the class with her high spirits and announced a very annoying thing to me.

There will be a three-day holiday for Labor Day, what!I hate vacations, it means I have to go home, and going home means I have to live with my parents.

From being thrown abroad when I was four years old, with only one nanny to accompany me, until I was 18 years old, I didn't seem to have that kind of tender feeling for my parents.

I have wanted to express my thoughts countless times, but my parents pretended that we were busy and sent you abroad because of the good education conditions abroad. They never seemed to listen to my thoughts.

Looking at the students around, they were already happily discussing where to go.I felt inexplicably irritable.

Looking at the foggy weather outside the window, it was as bad as my mood.

That set of eyes looked over again, but I already knew who it was, maybe I was upset, so I ignored him and continued to stare out the window, thinking about what to do so as not to go back.

After school, there is no Wen Jing this time, probably because he went home on vacation. I heard that his family is in the countryside, so he has to go home early.

Tsk, I seem to be more irritable.

The flowers on the road have faded in the foggy weather. I plan to go to the restaurant across the street to eat noodles.

The signboard of the restaurant is very old, but it is very old and smokey. The tables and chairs inside have some small gaps, but they are wiped clean. The owner is a southerner with a strong southern accent, but he loves to laugh.

As I write here, I can't help but sigh that Qi Yang's writing is so good that I can write flowers in my diary.

I ordered a bowl of Chongqing noodles and added a spoonful of chili oil. I can't take spicy food, but when I'm irritable, I always want to make my mouth numb, so I don't have time to take care of my mood.

Just as I was eating hot and spicy, there was a burst of cursing from the restaurant next door.

I ignored it at first, but I heard a familiar voice, with a little trill in its stubbornness.

I walked over and saw Wen Jing, a man with a big belly grabbed his hand and said viciously to everyone.

The words probably said that Wen Jing was their new waiter, but his hands and feet were not clean, and they planned to call the police.

Bah, writing this, I can't wait to spit on their faces, it's really shameless, if I didn't believe in Wen Jing, and I learned from Wen Jing afterwards, I really believed in your evil.

Obviously he didn't want to pay Wen Jing's salary and bully one of his students, so he directed and acted in such a play.

Of course, the man failed to call the police, and Wen Jing's salary was not paid.

Afterwards, I wandered with him to the park, found a chair and sat down, not far or near, I could smell the scent of soap on his body, which was drilled into my nose bit by bit.

The sky cleared up and my restlessness dissipated.