Chapter 57

It was not easy to send her aunt away. Su Jian was full of blood and revived. Every day, she continued to water the flowers of her motherland with boiling water.

Sister Su used to stipulate that students must hand in a weekly record every week, and the class representatives collected it naturally and dutifully. At first, Su Jian thought that it was a tiring job to batch so many homework, but after reading several books, she thought that this job was also very loving.

I don't know if the former sister Su is so gentle and amiable that she looks like a confidant. The students like to remember some of their own secrets in Zhouji and tell her about their own small concerns. 17-18-year-old children, the small world is monotonous and monotonous, but it is rich and rich, and the things in their minds are simply strange.

Su Jian opens a weekly record at will, only to see the title of the weekly record is a few big words: seventeen years old, I am old and rotten.

Su Jane's heart is a Tucao: "you make complaints about your child when you are seventeen years old." Do you want to be so exciting!

Suddenly a thought came into her mind. Su Jian took out her mobile phone and smilingly sent a message to an Yize.

"I read an article today, and I think it's very suitable for you to read it, uncle Ann." Then I took a picture of the old girl's article and attached it.

In a better mood, Su Jian picked up the red pen and continued to watch the colorful lives of the cubs as if they were reading the memorials.

make complaints about math problems in math class.

Another one is to sigh that the dishes in the canteen are becoming more and more unsavory, but the taste of fried chili moon cakes is actually good.

Another one is to express the sadness that mom and dad quarrel with each other and mom's ferocity makes dad and dad's son train like a dog to be a man.

Another one is from Lingsi. Su Jian glanced at it and found that it was the mood of early love, to the effect that he liked a girl. The girl was beautiful and gentle, which was the goddess in his heart. So he always paid attention to her, wanted to get close to her, and even dreamed of her. However, unexpectedly, the girl had a boyfriend, so the boy's heart was broken into pieces.

"The wound in my heart can't be healed in this life. Tears slide down the cheeks, the cold heart no one can touch. I can only look at her back deeply and bear the pain of fate silently. I wish her a happy life. " Zhou Ji's last words.

Su Jian gently rubbed the goosebumps on her arm. Thinking that Ling Si has been doing well recently, she never seems to fail to hand in her homework again, so she felt that it was necessary to give him a little warmth at the painful moment when he was lovelorn.

So he called Ling Si and praised him: "he has done well recently!" After thinking about it, he encouraged: "life is so vast, the forest is so vast, and a man's vision must be long-term. Never limit your vision to a tree!"

Lingsi looks at him with complicated eyes and colors. He shouldn't ask, "teacher, how are you feeling with your husband?"

Su Jian suddenly mentions this topic. She thinks it's inexplicable. She thinks about it. It's estimated that the child is lovelorn, so she wants to find some hope, so he slowly has an idea. The child has just been hurt by his feelings and is disappointed in his feelings. At this time, it is necessary to give him some confidence in love so that he can know that the village has passed and there are shops in the village. So Su Jian said sincerely on her face, "OK! We have a very good relationship! Actually, we didn't know each other for a long time, but when we met, we fell in love at first sight! After that, it was just like glue. I didn't want to leave for a moment! You see, my experience shows that there is true love in the world, and there is true love in the world! So, have faith! "

Lingsi murmured "um" and looked even lower: "thank you, teacher. Teacher, I'll go first. "

Su Jian nodded and encouraged, "come on!"

Ling Si: "..."

when I got off work, it rained suddenly.

An Yize couldn't come to pick him up after working overtime this day, and Su Jian didn't let the driver come. She planned to take her own car back. But I didn't expect to get out of the subway for a long time. Suddenly it began to rain.

The rain was not small, and Su Jian had no umbrella, so she had to find a building door to shelter from the rain. It's just that when I came here, I was already drenched by the rain. My hair and clothes were wet.

Su Jian is patting the water drops on her body. Suddenly, a shadow covers her head. Then a soft and hesitant voice rings in her ear: "Jane?"

Sue Jane looked back.

Behind him, a young man is holding an umbrella. The umbrella is leaning towards his head. When he looks back, the man's face is moving. His eyes are indescribably complex, hesitant, uneasy, affectionate and gentle.

"Jane Jane, is it really you?"

In addition to the former Soviet mother sometimes called him "Jane", only an Yize would call him this. Now she is called this way by a strange man. She can't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

"Do you know me?" she hesitated

The man said, "Jane, you..."

"I'm sorry, I lost my memory. I don't remember people I used to know," she said. Do you know me? "

"Amnesia?" The man's face was complicated. "You really don't remember anything?"

Su Jian nodded and looked innocent.

The man's eyes are deep, his expression is more gentle, even with a trace of sadness: "Jane, you don't remember me?"

Su Jian said, "excuse me, are you..."

The man looked into his eyes and said slowly, "my name is Lu Chenghe."