After chasing wife crematorium HE, double gave birth

Fang Ling was barely happy at home this weekend.

Fang Wei was ashamed and ran away. Granny Fang, who had planned to spend a weekend at Fang's house, couldn't stay any longer, so she ran away, and the house was instantly quiet.

On Sunday afternoon, Fang Ling packed his schoolbag, and after dinner at home, he was going back to school for evening study.

Ms. Ye was in a good mood today, and it was rare for her to send her son out. She even said a few words, "Although you are now a senior in high school, mom doesn't want you to put so much pressure on yourself. Just listen to what your dad has to say, and don't take it to heart. , As long as you do your best in the college entrance examination, it doesn’t matter where you go to study.”

Seeing that Fang Ling was silent, Ms. Ye smiled and patted her son on the shoulder, "Of course, you performed well in the exam. Mom believes you can go to University A."

Fang Ling nodded.

Ms. Ye: "OK, let's go to school."

Seeing Fang Ling still not leaving, the glamorous and heroic woman raised her eyebrows, "Is there anything else?"

Fang Ling's eyes dimmed, "Mom, the school sports meeting next weekend, the school will not be on holiday, and I won't be back until next week."

Ms. Ye crossed her arms, "Okay, next week I'll ask Aunt Li to make soup and wait for you to come back."

Fang Ling pursed his lips, showing rare hesitation.Ms. Ye saw that her son seemed to have something on his mind, so she didn't urge him.

After a while, Fang Ling let out a heavy breath, "Mom, when I come back next time, I have to tell you something."

The woman is not in city A, so it will take some time to get her information.The first half month, plus the next two weeks, happened to be the time Uncle Zhou agreed with him.

He planned first and then acted, he wanted to kill everything with one blow.

Ms. Ye snorted and said, "Could you be talking about a girlfriend, kid? Mom, let me explain first, I'm not old-fashioned, but this is on the premise that it doesn't affect your grades."

Fang Ling shook his head, "It's not a girlfriend, I'll tell you about it when I get back."

After saying goodbye to his family, Fang Ling went back to school. He ate and took a shower at home, so Fang Ling went directly to the classroom after returning to school.

Open the physics notes and start chewing.

The wall clock on the wall was ticking, and after [-]:[-], the number of people in the classroom diary gradually increased.

Some students came to the classroom and immediately brushed the papers, had communication problems with each other, and of course some chatted with others.

"Dadong, you must run fast with such long legs, come and sign up, sign up for the men's 400 meters, and win glory for the class!" Ding Dayan, the sports committee member, took a form and was doing mobilization work.

The classmate in front of him was hesitating, "I was the one who ran the men's 400 meters last year. Big Goose, I couldn't get a place."

Ding Dayan patted him on the shoulder with a broad palm, "How can it be the same? I remember that you caught a cold last year, and your condition must have not adjusted. This year will be different. I believe you can do it~"

The boy finally filled in his name.

Ding Dayan, who successfully pulled a classmate into his group, grinned. Just as he opened his smile, he saw a tall figure walking in from the back door.

"Brother Shun, you came just in time!" Ding Dayan hurried over.

Zhao Shun was the deputy squad leader. This was Zhang Zhiguo's direct name. After all, Zhao Shun's grades were very good, and some activists in the class listened to him. With him on top, the monkeys below were not so presumptuous.

In this school sports meeting, the squad leader and several other squad leaders are responsible for the camp layout and other work, and the Sports Committee reports to the squad leaders from time to time.

Zhao Shun took the list from Ding Dayan's hands, and immediately became dissatisfied, "Why are there so many vacancies in men's track and field?"

Ding Dayan laughed, "Brother Shun, you haven't written your name yet. One person can report up to two items. You have one item for the 200-meter sprint and one item for the [-]-meter sprint."

Zhao Shun squinted at him, "You have already thought about it."

This is what it means to come down.

Seeing this, Ding Dayan quickly wrote his name on it, and then asked, "Brother Shun, what about the 3000 meters, no one really signed up for this, and everyone said that 3000 meters is too long to run."

Zhao Shun frowned, and suddenly he took back the list again, and walked back to his place without saying a word.

Ding Dayan: "?"

Going back, Zhao Shun turned back and faced Fang Ling.

Zhao Shun put the list on Fang Ling's desk, "Fang Ling, how about reporting for 3000 meters? I see that you often run."

He likes to play basketball, and every time he finishes his lessons for the day, he will try his best to spare some time to play basketball on the playground.

Later, he gradually noticed that his back desk was running every day, running laps and laps around the playground. Sometimes he finished a quarter of the game, and Fang Ling didn't stop.

If you can run like this, it will definitely be no problem to run 3000 meters!

Fang Ling, who was reading his physics notes, raised his eyes, "I was just jogging."

Zhao Shun: "That's much better than others, let's report 3000 meters, listen to me, you can't go wrong."

Fang Ling twirled the pen between his fingers, "I'll think about it."

Zhao Shun clicked his tongue softly, "What's there to consider, Dayan, what did you say earlier?"

Ding Dayan: "To win honor for the class, who else can I have!"

Seeing that there were other pens on the table, Zhao Shun took them over and wrote Fang Ling's name on the list, "We're going to go shopping on Friday, come home with me when the time comes, and I'll get it for you." My old physics notes."

Fang Ling is the representative of the biology class, but with his good handwriting, he also works part-time as the entertainment committee member.

The third year of senior high school has a tight schedule, and there are not many times when we need art committee members, and this school sports meeting is an exception.

For the school sports meeting, the comparison is of course the momentum of the athletes and cheerleaders, and some decoration and cheering gadgets are indispensable.

After writing the name, Zhao Shun heard the silence in front of him, he stopped writing and looked up at Fang Ling.

But he saw the boy in front of him looking at him with his head propped up on one hand, while the other hand was dispensably playing with the pen between his fingers.

Those eyes shaped like peach petals were bent, lying silkworms emerged under his eyes, drawn to the end of the eyes, lazy and beautiful, like a cat with its belly turned out by the sun.

The moment Zhao Shun met those eyes, he was shocked to feel that there seemed to be a tiny electric current going up along the tailbone, and he was so shocked that he even tightened his breathing.

Zhao Shun subconsciously waited for him to speak, and the other party said yes, but...

"Oh."

Fang Ling uttered a single syllable, then lowered his head and continued to read his notes.

Zhao Shun's face showed a bit of confusion.

What does "oh" mean?

Zhao Shun wanted to arrest him for questioning, but from the current point of view, the other party was obviously more interested in the notes.

"Brother Shun, give me the list. I saw Tianmei. I'll call her to sign up for the high jump." Ding Dayan said suddenly.

Zhao Shun handed over the list casually, and Ding Dayan took the list and ran away.

Without the list, and the work was done, Zhao Shun slowly turned back.

The life of a senior high school student can be said to be exciting and wonderful, but also boring.

Classes, quizzes, commentary, review.Everything is embedded in the gears, repeating precisely as the gears turn.

It is not a pleasure to review the past to learn the new, and to make breakthroughs in continuous review.

Fang Ling has recently become a frequent visitor to the office, and the English teacher of biochemistry came to him happily, giving all kinds of encouragement and compliments.

The mathematics and physics teacher also came to him, but he explained to him the danger of partial subjects and asked him to allocate more time to weak subjects.

What can Fang Ling do?

He could only agree earnestly and helplessly, promising that he would make progress in the next exam.

***

Amidst the sound of reading aloud and the impassioned lectures of the teachers, the time slowly came to Friday afternoon.

After class ended on Friday, a group of students left school with leave slips.

This group of students included Fangling Zhao Shun, monitor Weng Ruo and sports committee member Ding Dayan.

Since Fang Ling and Zhao Shun had to go back to get their notes first, they made an appointment with Weng Ruoding and Dayan at the Golden Circle Mall at [-]:[-].At that time, everyone will have a meal together, and then go shopping after the meal.

As for why Fang Ling went back with Zhao Shun instead of the class leader's sports committee, it all started with Ding Dayan's budding boyish heart.

The boy's body and mind were flustered, and he wanted to be alone with his goddess, so Fang Ling, the light bulb, was taken away by Zhao Shun.

There was a mission on this trip, and he didn't come out alone, so Zhao Shun didn't ride his mountain bike.

He swept a small yellow car with Fang Ling alone, and rode back to the No. [-] Dijing mansion.

The doorman of Mansion No. [-] was very skilled at recognizing people, and the two went in directly.

Fang Ling deliberately slowed down, as if he didn't know where Zhao Shun's house was, turned left and right, and finally the two small yellow cars came to a villa with a particularly large area.

"My house is here." Zhao Shun braked.

Zhao's father loved ancient culture, and his house was built in a Chinese style. There is a long corridor in the front yard of the house, and there is a gurgling stream next to the wide and exquisite corridor.

It is grand and elegant, revealing the dignified and dignified heritage of a wealthy family.

Fang Ling and Zhao Shun have been married for almost 30 years, and he doesn't know how many times he has been to Zhao's house. He and Zhao Shun even lived here when they were newly married.

If it wasn't for Zhao Shun's clamoring to go out and live in the world of two people, he would have stayed for a long time.

Coming here now, in Fang Ling's opinion, is no different from going back to his own home. He has a very peaceful mind and doesn't look around.

The two went straight in, without noticing that someone on the second floor was standing on the small balcony outside the house watching them.

This person was Zhao Yao who had returned home from get off work.

The author has something to say:

Zhao Yao: I like gentle men.

Lao Zhao: No, you don't like it! (cover mouth)