How to raise the president

Su Ziqiang was taken to the interrogation room again. Unfortunately, there were two people sitting in the interrogation room that he didn't want to see at all.

God really knows how to play.

Su Ziqiang expressed his desire to leave.

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An Ziyu and Fang Youyi sat next to each other on the side of the table, as if they wanted to stick together.

Seeing someone standing at the door, they raised their eyes together, even looking out of the door, their eyes and movements were in sync with each other.

I saw that Su Ziqiang stopped before stepping in, looked at them as if he had seen a ghost, and wanted to run away immediately.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, Jiang Fei and Yan Cheng came up and stood in front of him.

"Is the monitoring off?" Jiang Fei stretched his muscles.

"Closed." Yan Cheng said lightly.

"You, what do you want to do?" Su Ziqiang was frightened to death, his legs trembling, "Don't, don't mess with me! I, I have important people waiting for me! I don't want to die, I don't want to go to jail ahhhhhh ! She's waiting for me! She's waiting for me! She's waiting for me..."

Su Ziqiang cried directly, with tears and snot in his nose.

Jiang Fei and Yan Cheng looked at each other, feeling a little puzzled, but they still took his arm and dragged him in, and then pushed Su Ziqiang onto the chair.

An Ziyu sized up Su Ziqiang, who sat across from him with great reluctance and was crying to death for a while, feeling guilty and sympathetic. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't get it out of his mouth.

Su Ziqiang was really beaten up by Fang Youyi just now. His face was bruised and purple, and some ointments were pasted on some places. Among them, cotton was stuffed in his nostrils. When he moved his mouth a few times, he was so painful that he burst into tears. soar.

He couldn't speak clearly when he wanted to speak, and he hissed and whimpered after every sentence.

"Teacher Su." An Ziyu greeted Su Ziqiang by another name, "I'm sorry to disturb you again."

Su Ziqiang stopped crying and was in a daze for a while.

"teacher?"

Gradually, Su Ziqiang's eyes began to turn red, he choked up several times, and two lines of tears fell down his face full of vicissitudes.

It is false to say that there is no pain, and it is false to say that there is no grievance. The constant self-comfort is just to escape, not to touch the bloody scar, to curl up to death, to protect myself in this way, but the reality is always Break his shell one at a time.

All the copper and iron walls that had been built were destroyed by An Ziyu's "teacher" and all were shattered.

In an instant, he suddenly remembered.

It has been a long time since anyone called him a "teacher". He has already forgotten that he was once a teacher, a teacher who taught and educated people.

A large number of fuzzy images kept appearing in Su Ziqiang's mind. Those were the classes he had attended, the classrooms he had walked through, the homework and papers he had corrected, and the students he had taught.

It's just that he really can't remember.

I can't remember how many children I have taught, how many students I have watched grow up little by little, and how many students I have watched get admitted to my ideal university.

I can't remember how many students said to him:

"Teacher, thank you!"

"thanks for your work teacher."

Too long, too long, so long that I can never go back.

Memories and the present are like two thin and long fishbone stuck in the throat, unable to swallow or spit out, the pain is so painful that it is uncomfortable to breathe, and even the saliva can bring a bloody smell.

Su Ziqiang was extremely distressed and aggrieved. After holding it in for so long, in the end, it just turned into two lines of silent tears, which shed silently.

"Mr. Su, I'm sorry, we didn't mean to bother you." Seeing Su Ziqiang crying, An Ziyu panicked and didn't know what to do.

He thought about finding a tissue, but after looking around, he remembered that he was in the interrogation room of the police station.

The place is empty, and one can tell at a glance that there are only tables and chairs in the interrogation room, and at most the incandescent lamp above their heads.

An Ziyu gave up and waited quietly for Su Ziqiang to finish crying.

Su Ziqiang cried very heartbroken, and An Ziyu was also heartbroken looking at it, and his eyes couldn't help turning slightly red, and he even felt that something was blocking his chest.

What kind of truth is it that forced a teacher who teaches and educates people, the great father Su Yun said, to be like this?

After finally crying, Su Ziqiang sobbed for a while before he recovered, but he still didn't say anything, just stayed there quietly.

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