Back in high school, I attacked my rival

"Son, what are you doing standing there?" Zhou Aoqing raised his head to signal Jie Qingyang to come over.

"Mom, I'm full, I'm leaving," Jie Qingyang said without squinting, strode over, picked up his things and left.

He restrained himself from doing it until he had fully figured it out.

But it is a fact that He Zhixiu has appeared.

He Zhixiu: "Didn't you say that you are hungry and eat so little?"

Jie Qingyang turned his head and glanced at He Zhixiu, "I'm afraid I'll lose my life."

"..."

"What are you talking about, Xiaoyang, stop!" Zhou Aoqing went around the table trying to catch Jie Qingyang who was out of control.

"You don't go, I'll go."

Doesn't help, as stubborn as a cow.

He Zhixiu pursed his lips and watched without saying a word.

Jie Qingyang didn't stop until he was ten meters away from the restaurant, because he couldn't move the big suitcase and was carrying two big bags.

"Jie Qingyang! You don't have to be so blunt about fare evasion, at least find a decent reason. It's not good to waste money like this." Zhou Aoqing chased after him panting, "Come on, let's go back and pay for the meal."

"Mom, you don't know him," Jie Qingyang became angrier as he thought about it, and said through gritted teeth, "It's nothing but a beast, and your son was deceived by him, thinking that he was a good man." It turned out that his wife's first love was not a student , but college graduates, college students who come to the school for internship.

He Zhixiu must have seen Yan Jiajia at school today.

Take all precautions, I didn't expect the rival in love to be him.

All advantages are transformed into insurmountable heights.

Because at this time He Zhixiu was too attractive to a 16-year-old girl, with his looks, knowledge, style of conversation, and experience.

No wonder his wife cheated, that's all, who doesn't care, bah, who cares about this hypocrite who loves to seduce married women.

"What did he do? Son, I think he is very good, knowledgeable, temperamental, and personable." Look, women in their 30s can't escape, and they are so fascinated.

"Do you women only look at appearances?" "No, why is my mother such a superficial and vulgar person? Although we haven't been together for a long time, I think He Zhixiu is well-mannered, gentle and refined. He must have a good character and is worth entrusting."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Mom, please be sober, you have a husband and a son!" Horrible, terrible!A well-informed and intellectual woman like his mother can fall in a short period of time, so does Yan Jiajia still have hope?

"What are you thinking, I mean it's worth entrusting you to such a good teacher."

Zhou Aoqing led Jie Qingyang home, still feeling guilty in his heart that he left He Zhixiu in a hurry, whether it would create a bad impression, he was not afraid that he would wear small shoes for his son when he went back to school, but out of politeness, he worked so hard to help and treat him Have a meal.

"He's not my teacher. Do I have such a teacher? He just came to the school for an internship, and he'll leave in two months." Fuck, he's going to stay for two months, I wish I could let him go!

"Oh, what's wrong with him, you are so hostile."

Jie Qingyang waved his hand, he didn't want to mention this anymore, he was tired, "It's nothing, Mom, I didn't go back so late, so you and Dad are not worried?"

"Aren't you in a relationship, I thought you were dating," "I didn't!"

"Why don't you talk? She rejected you? It shouldn't be. You have good grades and are handsome. There is no reason to reject such an excellent boyfriend."

Jie Qingyang showed helplessness, "The child has no money, and is so poor that only knowledge and skins are left. Nowadays, nothing is comparable to others."

"Compared to who? Someone is also chasing Yan Jiajia? Who?"

"He Zhixiu, you say it's annoying, I just found out about it."

Every passer-by passed by, Jie Qingyang looked at it for a second very preciously, he enjoyed this moment, the crowd was turbulent and he was the only one from the future.

"Mom, why aren't you moving?" He turned around and found that Zhou Aoqing was standing behind him.

He packs big and small bags by himself, and as a mother, he doesn't have the slightest intention of helping.

"Xiaoyang, fortunately, fortunately," Jie Qingyang moved back with great difficulty, "Mom, if there is something important, let's go home and talk about it." He is exhausted physically and mentally today, and needs to return to his warm home to relax. Take a break.

"Fortunately, he is not the teacher of your class. Such a teacher is too scary. It's disgusting to like a student. Xiaoyang, it doesn't matter if you don't catch up. It's her loss. We will look for it later. Don't be with that kind of person. There is nothing to look forward to in the competition.”

"..."

Jie Qingyang didn't want to continue listening, even so, his mother was still looking at He Zhixiu!

These days are really hopeless. He finally understands why he had to work hard and was only obsessed with learning.

The so-called home is one of the most dilapidated streets in the center of the city. It seems to be a corner forgotten by this bustling city. His parents have worked hard to pretend to be poor, and this kind of corner can also be found.

Stepping on the wooden steps, it swayed badly and creaked. The iron railings were so old that a layer of rust had fallen off, and he dared not reach out to hold them. In the evening, the sun was shining outside, and the place was dark and quiet.

The child's head is numb, and the child does not want to be born again.

Zhou Aoqing took out a key from his pocket, inserted it into the rusty keyhole, and found that it wouldn't turn.

"Mom, is this our home?" Can people live there?

"Well, the child of the previous family moved away after he was admitted to Tsinghua University. The house is always old, but it is cheap. When you are in the third year of high school, you will do day school, and your mother will pick you up every day."

"No, no, mom, I still want to live and study," so he moved his things back today because he was lonely, wasting his energy in vain, and his brain hurts.

"Let me screw it."

Jie Qingyang held the lock tightly with his left hand, and turned the key vigorously with his right hand. He tried his best, and in exchange for the click sound of unlocking the lock.

One-handed iron ash.

"Son is great."

"Mom, where's Dad?" He pushed the suitcase into and out of this strange home.

It seems that there is such a thing in the impression, but there is no sense of familiarity.

"Going for a long distance, son, what do you want to eat, mom will cook for you." Zhou Aoqing turned on the lamp on the wall, showing a motherly smile.

"I want to sleep," it was obvious that this house had not been lived in for a long time, all the furniture was covered with a layer of dust, two steps away, the kitchen was covered with cobwebs, and I lost my appetite instantly.

"Son, go to rest. I've tidied up your room, leaving only the living room and the kitchen." Zhou Aoqing picked up Jie Qingyang's luggage at this moment and put it in a narrow room.

Jie Qingyang followed, and with a snap, the light came on.

He bumped his head against the door curtain, which was made of glass beads and made a tinkling sound, so back to basics and simplicity.

No matter how old and dilapidated the outside is, this room is enough to support the thought of a home.

The wallpaper is his favorite blue Doraemon at that time, there are plush Doraemon everywhere, on the bed and on the wall, dreamy and warm.

The desk is brand new, lamps, books, cups, comfortable wicker chairs...

The ground is a thin velvet blanket, stepping on it, it is soft and cool, obviously the hot weather has not invaded here.

"Son, are you satisfied with your new home?"

Jie Qingyang hugged Zhou Aoqing and poked around, "Satisfied, satisfied, as long as it is given by my mother, I am satisfied."

I'm used to living in luxury villas, it's not that I'm not familiar with it, but I've forgotten it a long time ago, obviously this is the best.

"But the room is kind of like a girl's."

"The one who lives here is a girl. She likes it a lot, and many of them haven't been unpacked yet," "..."

Jie Qingyang lay on the soft bed, finally able to rest.

After rebirth, I was in a hurry, couldn't keep up with my studies, my wife was about to fly, and I didn't have any money, and I still had 86 yuan left on me.

One year and two months left.

The days of prosperity are far away, and the days are like years.

The brilliance of the key maternal love is too suffocating.