Private school two or three things

Late at night, the Songyang private school was quiet.

That's right, it's still the beginning of the year. During the day, the little devils are having fun and having fun, and at night they go to find Duke Zhou as soon as they touch their pillows.

However, in the dense night, there was still a little ghost who couldn't sleep. He looked up at the ceiling blankly, as if he had left his soul.As soon as the wig on the side turned over, a thigh pressed up.

He frowned, and just as he was about to make a move, his elbow was restrained.He turned his head, bit his arm with a big mouthful of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhThe owner of the mouth licked twice, and said vaguely: "It's so hard candy..."

"..."

Kicking off the wig, he stuffed the smelly curly socks into his own mouth, and the purple hair that he washed his hands in the yard calmed down the goose bumps all over his body.

The moonlight is like water.The whole land was shrouded in water light, shaking dimly.

The shimmering mountains and rivers are covered with gauze and brocade, showing an enchanting figure in the night.The villages on the plains are sleeping peacefully, sighing in the mist.Just standing like this is as if you are going to be immersed in the water moon, maybe you can see the koi swimming by flicking its tail when you turn around.

Zimao took a deep breath and slowly calmed down.

I used to think that the night I saw here was the real night.

Zimao took out a letter from his pocket.

Top-quality cowhide envelope, clean white letter paper.Can only come from one place.

home book.

Sent from that place.Can it be called a letter from home?

Zimao snorted, opened it and read it again.

It's nothing more than urging him to go back to the clan.They said that their identities did not match, and they said that their family was not allowed.

All excuses.

The Zong family has never lacked a master.

He crumpled up the envelope and threw it into the small river outside the private school.

The paper spun and heaved on the water surface for a moment, then disappeared in an instant.

Born in a wealthy family, he has seen enough intrigues in the deep house since he was a child.

With a slumped face, he walked past all kinds of greetings and beards, and watched the scenes with open eyes calmly.Although he is the eldest son, he has nothing to do all day long.Adults thought he didn't understand, and he didn't shy away from gossip.He felt nauseous, the sticky, clammy darkness behind all human hearts was driving him crazy.

Suddenly, an unsightly head appeared in front of his eyes.

At the age of seven, he put on a 70-year-old serious face, thinking that this would cover up the fact that he was an idiot. The ponytail behind his head was flicked back and forth, which was more annoying than flies.This idiot was singing and dancing in front of his eyes, just trying to pull himself into a private school for the common people.

"You care about status?" The idiot asked him.

Roll your eyes at the idiot.He wanted to see what was worth staying in that private school.

Zimao turned around in the moonlight and looked towards his teacher's bedroom.In the night, his face was hidden in the dark, only his eyes were bright.

Songyang Private School originally did not accept children from rich families, but Songyang made an exception for him.

He raised his head and asked why, only to get a soft smile from the teacher.

It didn't take long for people from the Zong family to come.

"How can the eldest son of the Takasugi family hang out in such a place!"

He clenched his fists and remained silent, his green eyes glowing coldly.

Forced by such gazes, no one moved for a moment.But no matter how sharp and penetrating a child's eyes are, can he shake the power?Can he tear off the shackles wrapped in huasatin with his newly replaced teeth?Can he use his tiny arms to prop up his future path?

When he was detained by his servants, he thought desperately that he would become like his father, in the center of power, calculating every step of the way, and benefiting at every step.

When he was young, his hands were torn apart like a chrysalis.

Then he saw the teacher, who had always been smiling gently, move his wrist slightly, pull it, turn it, and put it on the neck of the servant of the clan in an instant.

It was still that gentle face, as gentle as jade, but now it exuded the coercion of an emperor.

"Let go of my students." Songyang said.

He must have been rescued, he must have been rescued.

From now on, he can finally stretch his branches and leaves and truly live.

Those calculations, those interests, those money and desires never had anything to do with him.

The furry head knocked on the floor, saying every word: "Please teach me, teacher."

Zimao came back to his senses, shrinking his hands and feet that were a little cold.It was really cold after standing in the yard for so long.

So he rubbed his cold face, and trotted back to the dormitory.

So don't say that after many years, the governor who showed a crazy expression from time to time is so middle school, so horny, and so hard to think about.

You took the last cheese from the mouse, and it must bite off your finger.

Takasugi Shinsuke has always felt that it doesn't matter whether it is an invasion or a barbarian.In his life, buy a thing that is dispensable and all-encompassing.

He nests here, with teachers and companions, cherry blossoms and moonlight, and the catastrophe outside is none of his business.

Whether it is the main battle in the past or the current peace, whether it is the killing of heaven and man in the past or the slaughter of compatriots now.None of that matters to him.

But it should never have happened that the shogunate moved Yoshida Shoyang.Moved his last piece of cheese.

So he wants to kill the fish and break the net.This kind of madness to bite the enemy's throat with his last breath will be engraved on this little face that was frozen red in the future, many years later.

Teacher Songyang saved Zi Mao, the wig, curly hair, and all the children in the private school.

There was nothing about the salvation of the so-called home at the time that would lead to the divisive backlash it is today.

So what exactly is wrong.

It was Zimao, the teacher, the shogunate, or the entire era.

How much I hope time freezes before parting.

But at this moment, there are at most two or three years left before the fire of innocence.