Raised by bigots, I ran away

In summer, Bar Street is very hot.

"A Solution to Thousands of Sorrows" is currently holding a beer competition. The bar is very popular and the business is booming. After two o'clock in the morning, some people are unwilling to leave, drinking and dancing in the bar.

Chen Ping walked around the bar holding a glass of red wine, and finally found Lin Yuemei who was resting on a single sofa.

Chen Ping shook the wine glass lightly, and said with a smile, "Are you tired?"

Lin Yuemei stood up immediately, a little embarrassed and uncomfortable: "Mr. Chen, I'm sorry, I'll go to work right away!"

However, Chen Ping grabbed her wrist and pushed her back onto the sofa, handed her the red wine in his hand, and said softly, "What else is there to do at this late hour? If you're tired, just take a rest, stay with me What are you being polite about?"

Lin Yuemei: "Where does this work?"

Chen Ping patted her on the shoulder: "It's fine if I say yes, is the bar yours or mine?"

Lin Yuemei was silent for a while, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Chen."

Chen Ping: "Are you being polite to me again?"

Lin Yuemei looked down at the wine glass in her hand, gently scratched the edge of the glass with her fingers, and said, "No."

Chen Ping smiled: "It's fine if you don't. Well, listen to me, go to bed after drinking this glass of wine, you are exhausted these days, I will give you a day off tomorrow."

Lin Yuemei raised her head: "Mr. Chen, no need."

Since Lin Yuemei came to work in "One Solution to Thousands of Sorrows", in order to facilitate work, she basically ate and lived in the bar. There are several staff dormitories on the third floor of the bar. She lives with a female colleague named Xu Yun. between.

And recently, ever since Chen Ping helped him solve Boss Liang's matter that day, he always came to her whenever he had something to do.

Lin Yuemei is more than 30 years old. From the beginning of love to now, there are countless men who have chased her. Chen Ping looked at her, and Lin Yuemei knew what he was up to.

But Lin Yuemei didn't have that much interest in Chen Ping, because first of all, Chen Ping's appearance didn't suit Lin Yuemei's appetite, and she didn't like Chen Ping's manner of speaking enough. I really don't want to find another man.

Chen Ping smiled slightly: "If I say use it, I will use it. By the way, my friend gave me two movie tickets. I will take you to see it tomorrow."

Lin Yuemei smiled and stood up: "Thank you, Mr. Chen, but I'll go to work tomorrow. As you know, I still have children to support."

Lin Yuemei drank the red wine in the glass in one breath, put it lightly on the table next to her, and said very alienated and politely: "Thank you, Mr. Chen, for the red wine."

After Lin Yuemei finished speaking, she turned and walked upstairs.

Chen Ping looked at Lin Yuemei's leaving back, and did not look away until her enchanting figure disappeared.

He smiled, picked up the wine glass that Lin Yuemei put on the table, slowly admired it for a while, then moved closer, and smelled it obsessively.

In my mind, more than ten years ago, the arrogant and disdainful young lady in a red dress appeared.

At that time, the eldest lady had just grown up, but her eyes and smile were already full of charm.

"Forget it, he can't afford to pay for a piece of clothing."

The eldest lady is high above, has no one in her eyes, never looks at people with straight eyes, and never knows how her words have beaten people's self-esteem to pieces.I never knew how many times her graceful figure disturbed other people's dreams...

Originally thought that he was someone who could not be touched when he was young, but he did not expect that once the feng shui took turns, the phoenix would turn into a chicken and run into his little nest.

That's not up to him...

Chen Ping smiled coldly.

Look down on me?Refuse me?

Lin Yuemei, I'm waiting for you to kneel down and beg me...

-

It took Su Nanchuan almost a month to finally learn how to swim.

In order to teach him how to swim, Yan Qingyang almost broke his heart.At the beginning, Su Nanchuan didn't dare to go into the swimming pool, but Yan Hanyang coaxed him to finally get him into the water. Standing in the water, Su Nanchuan was like a drowned kitten, hugged by a wet little person. Tightly, shouting in panic: "Brother, I can't, I can't."

Yan Yang: "How can a man say that he can't do it? Be good, come down, brother will teach you..."

Yan Qinyang almost coaxed and lied, and finally let the child stand in the water by himself, and when he started to teach later, he only had to breathe and taught for a long time.

When Su Nanchuan was finally able to swim twice in the water, the child's skin was a little tanned after being raised.But Su Nanchuan is amazing, although he tans quickly, he also returns to white very quickly.

A few days before leaving school, Su Nanchuan put away his playfulness and read books at home every day. When school started on September 9, Su Nanchuan was like a peeled egg, white and tender, and watery.

Yan Qinyang was surprised, and pinched his little face: "Why did you come back to nothing so quickly?"

Su Nanchuan twitched his lips: "My brother pinched my face again."

Yan Qin raised his eyebrows: "What? Why not?"

Su Nanchuan: "The elders in our village say that you can't pinch a child's face all the time. If you pinch a child all the time, they will drool."

Yan Yang: "Really? Come on, let me see how old this baby is, can my brother hold it?"

Yan Yang made a gesture to hug Su Nanchuan.

Su Nanchuan giggled and ran forward, running to the front and waiting for Yan Yang.

Yan Qingyang locked the door and gave Su Nanchuan a bottle of milk.

During a summer vacation, Su Nanchuan grew a lot taller, but Yan Kangyang also grew a lot taller. The two walked forward side by side, and the rising sun pulled their shadows on the ground.

Su Nanchuan looked depressedly at Yan Yang, who was much taller than him, and said, "Brother, when will I grow taller?"

Yan Qingyang: "Eat well, exercise well, drink more milk and eat more eggs, you will grow taller."

Su Nanchuan: "Can I grow as tall as you?"

Yan Yang: "It's not impossible to work hard."

Su Nanchuan: "Then I must drink milk and eat well in the future."

Yan Qinyang patted his head: "Well, the white and fat ones raised can just be slaughtered."

Su Nanchuan: "Brother!"

-

In the new semester and new school year, Su Nanchuan was promoted to the sixth grade, and Yan Hanyang was also promoted to the second grade.

One month before the start of the new term, there is no need to be too nervous about studying. Various activities of the school come one after another. The Third Primary School responded to the call of the city and launched many activities, such as various singing competitions, painting competitions, recitation competitions, and In full swing.

Most of the students in the second class of the sixth grade actively participated in various activities, except for Su Nanchuan.

After class, Teacher Xu specially called him into the office to do ideological work for him, hoping that he could exercise himself and actively participate in the competitions organized by the school.

But Su Nanchuan was timid, and he didn't know anything, let alone want to participate.

Teacher Xu earnestly said: "Su Nanchuan, students are not only in school for learning, but also for cultivating their own hobbies and all-round development. Think about what you like. If you like it, you might as well cultivate it and be yourself. interests."

Su Nanchuan has nothing to like. If there is anything he likes, it is that since he transferred to the third elementary school and took the art class, he still likes to draw, but he has self-knowledge. The students who studied were far behind, so he naturally didn't want to be ashamed, and he didn't want to be ridiculed by his classmates, so he didn't participate in the painting competition.

The first section in the afternoon is art class. This semester, the art teacher has been replaced by a newly transferred male teacher. The teacher’s surname is Li, and his name is Li Rui. He is about 35 or 6 years old. He often wears a white shirt and black suit pants. A pair of black-rimmed glasses looks refined.

Men like Mr. Li seem to be the kind of honest people. Of course, Mr. Li has a good temper. He usually doesn’t get angry when facing naughty students. little.

In fact, half-year-old children are between sensible and ignorant, and they will bully honest people, especially the better the temper, the more energetic everyone is, so Teacher Li's classroom discipline is generally very loose.

In this class, Teacher Li talked about sketching in a poor area he visited a few years ago, and showed everyone the paintings at that time, but there was a lot of noise in the class. Each had its own small meeting, and no one listened to anyone.

But in every class, there are always a few students who are very willing to cooperate with the teacher, and Su Nanchuan is one of those students.

Teacher Li talked for a long time and finally finished. He knocked on the podium and let everyone create freely.

Su Nanchuan looked up at the painting hanging on the blackboard, and the small village where he grew up immediately appeared in his mind.

No one knows better than him what is a school that can be made up of continuous hills, dilapidated villages, and a few thatched houses.

No one knows poverty better than him.

Su Nanchuan carefully sketched the appearance of his hometown in his mind. He was concentrating on the painting. When he noticed something, he suddenly smelled an indescribably sweet smell. When Su Nanchuan looked up, he realized that Mr. Li didn't know when He actually stood by his side.

Su Nanchuan was taken aback immediately, and his deer-like eyes showed panic in an instant.

Teacher Li was slightly taken aback looking at Su Nanchuan like this, then he smiled, pushed his glasses lightly, and said, "Student, what's your name? You draw very well."

Su Nanchuan was a little nervous, and whispered: "My name is Su Nanchuan."

Teacher Li nodded, picked up Su Nanchuan's painting and observed it carefully: "The painting is not bad, but there are still some shortcomings in the thin strips. Have you ever learned painting? Do you want to participate in the competition?"

Su Nanchuan shook his head: "No, I don't want to."

Teacher Li: "It's a pity."

Su Nanchuan didn't understand what was a pity, and he didn't understand how his paintings were so good. In fact, to put it bluntly, he didn't know what Teacher Li meant.But my brother said, when someone asks you to do something and you don’t understand it, you should refuse it first, and then discuss it with him when you get home.

So Su Nanchuan refused without even thinking about it.

Teacher Li said again: "If you want to participate in the competition, you can come to me, and I can guide you. If you want to learn painting, you can also come to me."

Teacher Li lightly pressed Su Nanchuan's shoulder, and the fragrant smell got closer in an instant. For some reason, Su Nanchuan suddenly felt a very uncomfortable feeling in his heart, but before he could think about it, Teacher Li has put down his painting and walked forward.

As soon as he left, Zhao Huihui at the front desk turned her head.

Zhao Huihui sat in front of Su Nanchuan this semester, and Su Nanchuan would sometimes say a word or two to her.

Zhao Huihui took a look at Su Nanchuan's painting, and exclaimed, "Su Nanchuan, your paintings are really good."

Su Nanchuan: "Thank you!"

Zhao Huihui: "You really don't want to participate in the competition? Maybe you will win a prize!"

Su Nanchuan was silent for a while, and asked, "What is participating in the competition?"

Zhao Huihui: "..."

So Zhao Huihui began to prepare for the Nanchuan science and art competition and the art competition.

Su Nanchuan shook his head after hearing this: "I'd better forget it."

Zhao Huihui said that learning to paint requires buying a lot of materials, and it costs a lot of money to paint and brush, and these things are consumables. Even if Su Nanchuan can afford these things, he can't afford them.

For a long time recently, Lin Yuemei seldom came back. Even Su Nanchuan knew that they might be running out of money no matter how ignorant they were.

But Zhao Huihui said, "The award-winning paintings are worth collecting as souvenirs." This sentence inspired Su Nanchuan, and Su Nanchuan suddenly remembered that Yan Yangyang's birthday was coming soon.