After chasing wife crematorium HE, double gave birth

"Fang Xiaoling, you're awesome! I read it right, did you piss off Zhao Shun?" Tan Feizhou clicked his tongue twice.

Fang Ling didn't answer his words. After leaving the dining hall, Tan Feizhou had said this three times.

He suddenly felt that Tan Feizhou seemed to be displeased with Zhao Shun at this moment.

Look at the excitement of the child.

They are students of class 9, and among the teaching buildings connected by sky bridges, class 9 of senior high school is on the third floor of West Block A.

Climbing up to the third floor in one breath, when Fang Ling and Tan Feizhou walked towards the classroom, Zhao Shun, who had returned to the classroom one step earlier, took his own water bottle to fetch water at the end of each floor.

There are several faucets connected to the drinking fountains, and both hot and cold water are supplied.

Seeing Fang Ling approaching, Zhao Shun's brows twitched, and at the moment the two of them staggered, Fang Ling heard a moderate hum.

Fang Ling stopped and looked back, only to see Zhao Shun's tall back.

The boy who was still wearing short sleeves walked towards the drinking fountain without looking back.

Fang Ling slowly looked away.

During Fang Ling's turn around, Tan Feizhou had already advanced into the classroom.

Fang Ling still had an impression of the classroom in Class 9 of Senior Three, but he really couldn't remember where he was in the class in November of Senior Three.

I just remember that he was sitting in the back row of Zhao Shun, and he almost watched the back of Zhao Shun's entire senior year.

Fang Ling stood at the door of the classroom, planning to wait for Zhao Shun to fetch water.

Zhao Shun did come back soon, but this guy didn't enter through the back door which was closer to him and beside Fang Ling.

He crossed Fang Ling and walked through the front door.

Fang Ling stood at the back door, watched Zhao Shun come in from the front door, and then walked to the seventh row of the first group.

This person's seat was obviously closer to the back door, but he decided to come in through the front door and return to his seat in a big circle.

When Zhao Shun was about to take his seat, he seemed to have a feeling and turned his head. His movements were so fast that Fang Ling had no time to look away.

The eyes of the two met.

Zhao Shun raised his long eyebrows. His facial features have always been fierce, and now his eyes are also fierce, as if he was saying what you are looking at.

Fang Ling raised his eyebrows, he felt quite new to Zhao Shun who was like a wolf cub.

"Fang Ling! What are you still standing at the back door, go in!"

There was a roar like a mouthful of phlegm in his throat, familiar and unfamiliar, which made Fang Ling feel dazed for a moment.

He turned his head and saw a middle-aged man with a beer belly approaching aggressively.

He walked like flying, and the cool wind in the late autumn blew the few remaining hair on his head.

Fang Ling was no stranger to this face. He and Zhao Shun visited Zhang Zhiguo five years ago.

At that time, Zhang Zhiguo was gray-haired and nearly 90 years old. Like all elderly people, he had long since lost the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers at this moment.

"What are you looking at, you stinky bastard? Go in and get ready for morning reading!"

The head was slapped, and Fang Ling, who was already in his 50s mentally, regained consciousness in an instant.

To be honest, it feels kind of subtle.It's been a long, long time since anyone called him a brat...

"Hahahahaha."

A schadenfreude burst out over there.

The laughter was so familiar, the corners of Fang Ling's mouth twitched, even if he didn't turn his head, he knew it was Zhao Shun.

It was indeed Zhao Shun, who was sitting sideways watching the fun, and arrogantly put one arm on Fang Ling's table.

Seeing Fang Ling being scolded, Zhao Shun was inexplicably happy.

But in less than two seconds, the flames of war came over with lightning speed.

Zhang Zhiguo glared, "Zhao Shun, what are you laughing at? You don't sit down, why don't you sit down and take out the book quickly. You two didn't work hard in the third year of high school, are you planning to be brothers in the fourth year?"

Zhao Shun was like a rooster whose throat was strangled, unable to laugh for a moment.

What an international joke, how could he study for another year, and still be a brother with Fang Ling?

He wouldn't be a brother to a nerd.

Fang Ling smiled at Zhao Shun, who snorted and turned back.

Zhang Zhiguo, the class teacher, has absolute authority in the class. As long as he says something, even a thorny person like Zhao Shun who has an indirect attack will obediently obey him.

But the reason why I listened to him was not that the head teacher had a powerful family. On the contrary, he was just a teacher from a mediocre family.

He was willing to spend his salary to add food to students from poor families, and he was willing to spend a lot of time writing comments of hundreds of words on the composition of each paper.

Zhang Zhiguo was always the first one to arrive at the classroom office and the last one to leave after the class he led entered the third year of high school.

Students like to call him Bald Zhang, although it is a nickname, but there is a little bit of Tsundere intimacy in it when calling him.

There is a place in Zhang Zhiguo town, and the morning reading in class today is much louder than usual.

"... Here are lofty mountains, luxuriant forests and bamboos; there are also clear streams and torrents, reflecting the left and right..." [1]

Fang Ling read with everyone, trying to get acquainted as soon as possible.

This "Preface to Lanting Collection" is to be read and recited, but after 37 years, he has long lost the ability to recite "Preface to Lanting Collection".

The sound of reading loudly resounded throughout the campus, and when the bell rang for the end of the morning reading, someone suddenly yelled.

"Ah, it's raining outside, it looks like you don't need to do morning exercises today!"

Like announcing good news, cheers erupted in the classroom immediately.

The happiness of high school students is as simple as that.

There was no need to do morning exercises, and there was a lot more time for extracurricular activities, but Fang Ling didn't go anywhere, just staying at his own place.

He was in a daze, or he was thinking about a very absurd but realistic problem.

That is him who has returned to high school, do you want to chase Zhao Shun again?

He pursued Zhao Shun for ten years, and finally achieved a positive result. After the two were together, Fang Ling seldom recalled the past.

What Tan Feizhou said yesterday was correct. Back then, chasing people was like going to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures. It was difficult, maybe more than that.

The well-prepared gift appeared in the trash can, the teasing by the other party's group of cronies, and Zhao Shun's hurtful words...

Zhao Shun, who hadn't enlightened himself, was a stupid straight man in the eyes of Fang Ling later, he was terrible at dog competitions, and could vomit blood when he was angry.

Fang Ling was able to walk towards Zhao Shun without hesitation, without bumping into the south wall and without looking back.

But he is not real now, but the soul of an old man in his 50s living in the body of eighteen.

Can you expect an old man in his 50s who has gone through thousands of sails to have a passion, as well as the loneliness and innocence of his youth?

impossible.

But at the same time, Fang Ling couldn't forget the happiness after marrying Zhao Shun.

The days and nights of nearly 30 years are worth remembering, that is the real Mili Tiaoyou, and every bit of it is worth remembering.

dilemma.

"Ah~" Fang Ling sighed in embarrassment.

Zhao Shun in front suddenly turned around and stared straight at Fang Ling. He had a fierce face, and many people would subconsciously look away when he stared at him.

Zhao Shun found that Fang Ling was very different today. He remembered that they looked at each other in the past, and the other party immediately looked away as if they were on fire, and they were very timid.

Today I am so courageous that I dare to play tricks on him!

Fang Ling's eyes moved slightly, "What are you doing?"

Zhao Shun didn't speak, just stared at Fang Ling, Fang Ling didn't say anything when he saw this.

The two looked at each other silently.

Looking at it, Zhao Shun suddenly felt that this man's eyes were quite beautiful, shaped like peach petals in full bloom in spring, with thick and slightly curled eyelashes, and the clear black pupils were slightly covered by half-closed eyelids, which looked lazy. There is a bit of indescribable gentleness.

A boy with such long eyelashes is so sissy!

Zhao Shun muttered in his heart.

"Jingle Bell--"

The school bell rings.

Zhao Shun regained his senses and turned back.

Fang Ling withdrew his gaze lightly.

The physics teacher walked into the classroom at this time, holding a stack of papers in his hand, and while dividing the papers into four parts, he said: "This class is a random quiz!"

Pass one by one, and the papers are quickly passed down from the front.

Zhao Shun's deskmate gave the paper to Zhao Shun, and after Zhao Shun took his share, he naturally turned around.

Sitting directly behind him, Fang Ling opened his hands when the paper came, waiting to take it.

But Zhao Shun turned his hand that was about to put it down, and gave the stack of papers in his hand to Fang Ling's deskmate.

Fang Ling's deskmate was Wen Ze, the representative of the English class, a quiet boy wearing glasses, suddenly a stack of papers was stuffed in his hand, and Wen Ze was also in a daze.

After stuffing the test paper, Zhao Shun swished back.

Fang Ling took out a pen from the drawer, and——

He froze.

A physics test paper with multiple choice questions on one side and experimental questions on the other side.

The questions and pictures on the paper seemed to have turned into monsters with teeth and claws, which was extremely scary.

Fang Ling has been a college chemistry teacher for so long, and now if he is given a biology or chemistry test, he can get full marks.

But physics...

His physics was already weak in high school, but now that it's been so many years, how can he still do it?

The older female teacher stood on the podium, her eyes were as sharp as laser lights, "Do it well, don't turn over the book, don't whisper!"

After a cursory look at the questions, Fang Ling found that one head and two big.

It's okay if the difficulty is shallow, he still has an impression.But he really doesn't remember the difficult ones, those that need to be calculated by formulas.

But thank you, there are many physics multiple choice questions, Fang Ling thinks he can try his luck.

Catch the ducks on the shelves.

In the sound of brushing and writing, time passed quickly.

Five minutes before the end of get out of class, the physics teacher raised his voice and said, "It's time, stop writing!"

One or two classmates were still writing, and the female teacher raised her eyebrows, "If you stop writing for the college entrance examination, you must stop writing. It's your own problem if you don't finish writing. Now, exchange test papers at the front and back desks."

Fang Ling was slightly taken aback.

The number of rows of seats in the classroom is an even number, and it is possible to exchange papers back and forth.

Fang Ling knew very well that he was sitting in the last row, in other words, he could only exchange papers with Zhao Shun.

"Hey, I've given you my test paper." Zhao Shun in front turned around, put down his own test paper, and walked away with the test paper on Fang Ling's desk.

There is a projector in the classroom, and the physics teacher directly projects the correct answer.

Fang Ling held a red pen and looked at each question.

Only the wrong ones will be crossed out, and the right ones will not be left untouched. After reading the multiple-choice questions throughout, Fang Ling only crossed out one multiple-choice question.

The test paper was turned over, and every experimental question was written.

Another pair of answers, whether it is the formula or the final figure, is correct.

Fang Ling recalled that Zhao Shun's physics was really good. In his third year of high school, this guy even won a prize in a national physics competition.

"Tut tsk tsk tsk." Someone's voice came from the front.

Fang Ling's eyelids twitched.

Physics teacher: "Hurry up, let's talk about the papers in the next class."

We have a physics class today, and the next class will be a physics class.

Zhao Shun took the paper and turned it around again, "20 points, only four multiple-choice questions were correct. If you want to ask me, I can consider teaching you."

Fang Ling was in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to the time when he married him and they were sleeping on the same bed. This person also said in this kind of embarrassing tone, "Wife, please beg me Ah, I make you happy."

Zhao Shun raised his chin slightly, and said gloatingly, "Little Fatty, I guess you are the only one with a low score in the class."

Fang Ling: "???"

Where is his durian shell?

The author has something to say:

Xiao Zhao: Bookworm, sissy, boring.

Old Zhao: Wife, look at me!

[1] From "Lanting Collection Preface"