I, Yan Xiaochang, have always wanted to live like an ordinary person, without being discredited by others. I think this is the reason for my family background. When I was a child, I was different from most ordinary children, and I was neglected or paid attention to by some strange perspectives.

I never like others to say that I am an orphan, it seems that I am a special place.

So when I become an adult, when I can choose my own life, every choice I make is pragmatic and beneficial to myself, and sometimes it seems unprincipled, but I never intend to hurt anyone without any means, nor allow others to hurt me.

I have my own idea about Chen Feiyang getting money from his mother. After all, it is his parents’ money. Although his parents are not short of this money, and only this son, he will eventually get his money back, but I will pay it back.

Inexplicably, I have this confidence, and I feel that I will not live a bad life in the future, at least in terms of income. As for Chen Feiyang, I don’t expect him.

Regarding the quota, I have to go to Wang Zhaoyang with a thick face. I washed my face under the faucet. Now I have no makeup on anymore and I am not afraid of getting wet.

I patted my face and cheered myself up. Thinking of this, if that was not Wang Zhaoyang, but just an ordinary school leader, and his subordinates asked his leaders for help, it would be so normal. Who wouldn't have to be a grandson when he was put on his face and pretended to be a grandson? Who wouldn't have come from his grandson?

I don’t know when to find Wang Zhaoyang. He is the director, but he usually has to substitute classes. It is a history, not a main subject, and it is relatively leisurely.

I don’t know whether he is in the director’s office or not.

As the fourth class in the morning was about to end, I was wearing a simple white T-shirt across the playground in the afternoon of June.

As the final exam approaches, the whole school is quiet.

The school is indeed a place that makes people feel at ease. I like this environment very much. I am willing to be a professional teacher who is not afraid of losing my job. I will not let down the responsibilities given to me by this industry. I will do my best.

Now watching my beloved disciple Xiao Sasha grow up day by day, only I know how satisfied I am.

It was very hot, and all the doors were open. Wang Zhaoyang was sitting in the office, flipping through books. I knocked on the door, but he didn't look up and "In."

So I went in, cleared my throat slightly, and sat down on the old sofa a few steps away from him, a little cramped.

Wang Zhaoyang looked up and looked at me. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes. Then he smiled, closed the book in his hand, and looked at me seriously.

At that time, I had an idea, and I wanted to ask, "Wang Zhaoyang, why are you not old?"

It was simply a matter of calculating. He was thirty-one now, and he looked a little more vicissitudes than he had at 25. His dressing style and spirit were basically not changed much, but he just looked a little mature.

But I didn't ask, I sat very well, even a little cramped, and my legs were slightly apart to my knees, my thighs were tightly clamped, which was a bit suspicious of pretending to be pure. This sitting posture was unconsciously posed.

With my hands on my knees, I was a little hesitant, "That, the qualification exam is about..."

He smiled, his arms were placed on the arm of the swivel chair, turned toward me, slightly tilted his head, "Did you figure it out?"

I grinned a little, and I felt a very stupid dry smile. I blinked, I was so embarrassed.

He was very calm, "I have reported it to you."

It was as if he had expected that I would figure it out. Of course, Wang Zhaoyang knew me very well, and he knew very well that my pragmatic sketch was too clear.

Then I didn't know what to say, so I lowered my head and didn't dare to look at him. Oh, I remembered something, and then raised my head, "That money... I have to give it to you."

Wang Zhaoyang blinked and reflected on what money, "Oh, do you have it?"

I nodded.

He: "Yes, just give it to the principal."

I blinked again, feeling a little itchy throat, and I couldn't help coughing. Wang Zhaoyang looked at me and ignored me. The scene was stunned for ten seconds, and I was stunned and said again, "Is this over?"

He smiled again, very kind, "What else do you want?"

Hahaha, I don’t want to do anything, this level was too easy. I hurriedly stood up, nodded, and smiled and said, “Thank you.”

He smiled and was doting, as if the teacher looked at the students back then, and said nothing, just watching.

I still squeezed my smile, "Then I'll leave."

He nodded.

The bell rings after class, and I went out on the ringtone. The students who were preparing to have lunch were generally flowing out of the teachers. These thirteen or fourteen-year-old junior high school students, the vigor that was flooded all over their bodies, actually makes people feel so good.

I was in a good mood and jumped up, with a ponytail and a little white T-shirt. I was shuttled through the abortion created by students. I suddenly felt that I was actually very young, as young as them.

Then I asked the principal to talk about some details, handed over the money Chen Feiyang got, and waited for the exam during the summer vacation, and then I became a vocational teacher who was in the system.

It seems that my life has a main line, and I no longer have to make trouble.

I thank Wang Zhaoyang, really, thank him from the bottom of my heart. I never regretted getting to know him and saying goodbye to him. That was my greatest luck before getting married.

Although I could not predict where the torrent of time would push us to, gather and part, the current state is actually quite good.

He didn't bother me too much, saying he was gentle, he did what an old acquaintance did, never overdoing it.

When facing Xiaoyin, I feel a little hypocritical. I said before that I had a way to go, but I really went to it today. But this is how life is. Any competition is more or less mixed with hypocrisy. If you want to live ordinary, it will be difficult to get out of it.

The final exam was over and the students were on summer vacation, but I did not leave school because I wanted to take Xiao Sasha to prepare for the competition. The school’s dance classroom was open for me.

Professional dance competitions require more professional dance teachers. Xiao Shasha's family actually does not pay attention to Xiao Shasha's dance education. They just think that multiple talents are OK, but they have no intention of investing money in this regard. I want to train them well, but I don't have the extra money to help Xiao Shasha hire a better teacher.

Shao Siwei's holiday was also on vacation, so he had to ask Shao Siwei to help him with it for free.

The school during the holidays is really quiet. Shao Siwei and I took Xiao Shasha to practice here for four or five hours a day. When the game is approaching, we will probably have to attack.

Chen Feiyang still comes to pick me up every day. When he sees Shao Siwei, he still doesn’t look very good. He just says hello and never chats.

Shao Siwei mentioned to me, "Your man looks at me strangely."

When he said this, I was shocked. Damn Shao Siwei is a gay. He felt that a man looked at him strangely. I stared at him, "Shao Shao, are you dizzy, sisters' men, do you have any ideas?"

Shao Siwei looked at me disgustedly, "Fuck, that reckless man, you can only look down on me."

I expressed a little distrust and looked at him with disgust.

I still didn't take this to heart.

Xiao Shasha's mother would send her over in person every day and say to me, "Teacher Yan, thank you for your hard work."

I glanced at Xiao Shasha, "Sasha is a good seedling. After training her well, she can go this path. She is talented."

Xiao Shasha's mother said politely and kindly, "We don't expect her to achieve anything, but the child likes it now. Next year, she will be in the fifth grade and will be in junior high school soon. It's still important to study."

I understood this. Her mother might think that I took Xiao Shasha to dance and delayed her study. She smiled slightly, and I haven't figured out how to tell her about this problem yet.

Dancing may affect some cultural lessons, but dancing is not a bad thing. Many things have gains and losses. There is no such thing as Chen Feiyang loses the opportunity to learn culture when he practices boxing.

But I think the choice lies with Xiao Sasha himself.

I comforted Xiao Shasha's mother, "Don't worry, you can win the prize in the competition."

Xiao Shasha's mother explained to me a few words and left.

The day Xiao Shasha got her final report card, I gave her a day off and gave herself a day off. I really felt that I was not in good health recently, and Shao Siwei said that I still have to take a proper rest.

But once a person moves, it is not easy to get idle. Chen Feiyang went to the boxing gym to work, and Wu Yuqing started washing the sheets again. When I helped her pull the sheets, I accidentally pulled off the extremely precious cloth bag she used to put on the bedside.

I carried the bed sheet to Wu Yuqing, and I came back and picked up the cloth bag, touched the things inside, and it was a mess. I suddenly became a little curious.

Anyway, it was shaking and had to wrap it again, so I opened it. There was a pair of silver earrings inside, which my father used a silver spoon at home, probably the only thing he gave Wu Yuqing. A dead grass was pulled from her grave last time we accompanied Wu Yuqing back to her hometown.

The other messy things are nothing special, there is a piece of paper, because the cloth bag is placed under the pillow all year round and pressed, the paper turns yellow and even dyes the red cloth color.

I opened the paper and saw the words written on it. How could the handwriting be so familiar?

"I am borrowing Wang and what is 30,000 yuan as the tuition for the adopted daughter Yan Xiaochang University, the borrower..." The following is Wu Yuqing's signature. Although she is illiterate, she can still write her name, but she is only at the level of a primary school student.

Obviously, the words written in front are someone else, what is the king, what is the one I don’t know, but I can’t understand them at all. Are these Chinese characters? Every stroke and stroke look like a talisman, and it seems that people are intent on not being able to understand them.
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