tall rose

Chapter 38 XXXVIII

It turns out that the front of hatred can be stretched for so long.

Well, in fact, to some extent, this is also a truth.

It's just annoying, very annoying.

"I really don't understand. If I don't like it, I can directly mention it. I can even risk being demerited to fight with them again. Why do I have to play these dirty tricks in front of Lao Lu?" Yang Sheng buried his head in the pile of books on the desk. Behind him, he let out a long sigh.

According to his instructions, Haoyue pressed Jiang Yanxu on the seat and said, "Mr. Yang, you still have 5 minutes to complain to your heart's content, please hurry up."

"Sister Yue, Sheng'er, you just let me go, I promise not to fight with them!" Jiang Yanxu was still struggling a little bit persistently, but in fact Haoyue just pressed his shoulder.

Thinking of the fact that she is a girl and the strong wrist strength of a girl, Jiang Yanxu was really pressed to death on the seat.

"Shut up and listen to his complaints." Haoyue nodded with her free hand hanging in the air, and said with a dimpled smile.

And Yang Sheng did not disappoint her expectations, complained casually, raised his head and said: "But since it's done, then I will definitely make a big one, and live up to their efforts to revenge me."

"Calm down?" Haoyue asked.

"Calm down." Yang Sheng smiled, "What a big deal."

Jiang Yanxu, who has been turned into a puffer fish: "I'm very angry!"

"Then you complain for a while." The duo at the same table said in unison, "There are 3 minutes to class, hurry up."

Jiang Yanxu: ...don't disturb, I'm autistic.

"I said you two are at the same end!"

Things are roughly like this, the sports meeting is approaching, and the sports committee collects students' volunteers to participate in sports events in the class.

Due to the scarcity of boys in the fifth class, basically every boy has to choose two activities in order to register for the full program.

Yang Sheng naturally followed the habit of the previous two years, choosing triple jump and shot put.

These two are field events, and the advantage is that the activities can be over in just a few strokes, even if you fall into the bunker embarrassingly after each triple jump, but it only takes a while.

Anyway, both left and right can't make it to the semi-finals, so it's just to relax.

But track races are different. Yang Sheng is actually quite good at running; what he is good at means is that he has 80.00% ability to enter the rematch and [-]% ability to enter the final. To complete all the events, he will have to spend most of his precious time Games time.

This is absolutely impossible.

Between the sense of class honor and the sense of personal freedom, he should have chosen the latter; fortunately, there are sports students in the class who are serious about sports, and his talent for running is for the time being given to him by the flimsy atmosphere brought about by his excellent grades. Cover it up, no one can accuse him of not bringing honor to the class in the first two years.

But this year, in his third year of high school, the year when he least needs to pay attention to the sports meeting, his beloved triple jump and shot put have been replaced by 100 meters and 1500 meters.

When Lao Lu read out the name list to the whole class, Yang Sheng heard his own crackling sound.

His project was changed, and the sports committee happened to be one of the male classmates he beat up.

As soon as Lao Lu finished speaking, the trio at the same table understood what was going on.

"I have to say that Yang Sheng is really active this year. He signed up for 1500 meters. Usually, I was asked to designate the participants for this event." Lao Lu put down the roster and scanned the class with his eagle eyes as usual. Sheng Sheng looked up at the podium, meeting that sharp gaze.

"But this year, you don't have to work too hard for these competitions, you just need to participate. In the sports meeting, the most important thing is not to win medals, but the spirit of all sports."

Lao Lu, a first-line homeroom teacher with a very athletic spirit, is good at running and jumping and various ball games. In the sports meeting in the second year of high school, there was a teacher-student football match.

Lao Lu wore a snow-white jersey and became the most eye-catching MVP in the audience. In the end, the teacher team narrowly defeated the student team "3:2", and Lao Lu was the only contributor to this "3".

The old physical education teachers who had a good relationship with Lao Lu said that if Lao Lu hadn't loved geography deeply, he should be the most eye-catching physical education teacher in Yunshan High School now.

But now he is indeed the most eye-catching homeroom teacher and geography teacher in Yunshan High School. All the students in Class [-] and [-] wailed for him on the day of the football match, and because of this, Lao Lu gained a lot of fans in Class [-].

As for why there are no fans in class [-], according to Haoyue: "When Lao Lu changed his jersey and returned to the classroom to continue blowing water with us, my admiration for him traveled thousands of miles like the flood discharge of the Three Gorges Dam. .”

To be Lao Lu's fan girl?Let's wait until Lao Lu has passed the first-level Mandarin.

Among all the teachers in the class, only the old Lu Yi is old-fashioned and sticks to his Sichuan-Chongqing dialect teaching. The school has approached him several times to implement the Mandarin teaching, but he politely and politely repels him in the dialect.

Although such an approach is not worth advocating, Lao Lu who speaks the Sichuan-Chongqing dialect is quite cute; after all, his traditional jokes and bragging can only be obtained by listening to the dialect.

If you want to ask why Class Five likes geography class, the first three must be: Lao Lu's travel experience; Lao Lu's jokes and Lao Lu's dialect.

Yang Sheng wasn't stupid, he naturally knew from Lao Lu's words and eyes that he just ran around in this sports meeting, it didn't matter whether he won the prize or not, the key point was to arrange the time reasonably for reviewing.

So of course he has no reason to reveal the truth behind this to Lao Lu, just to cause trouble for others.

As a "good" student who finds work for Lao Lu every day, Yang Sheng occasionally has a pang of conscience.

But it is absolutely impossible to swallow this breath, Yang Sheng is most annoyed by people who play tricks behind their backs.

"So in order to earn back this breath, you plan to win prizes in both competitions?" After hearing his grand plan, Haoyue looked at him worriedly with "Are you mad?"

"Anyway, both sides are exhausted, so it's better to be decently tired." Yang Sheng twisted his sore neck and said indifferently.

"Then you will fight for the 100-meter event, and forget about the 1500-meter event." Haoyue sighed.

"No, Sister Yue, the 1500 meters is the most important thing to fight for." Yang Sheng said, "The Sports Committee also participates in this event. I remember that he can win the prize."

"He always won the second or third place in the first two years." Haoyue frowned, "If you want to beat him, you can only take the first place, but you must also know that he is a sports student, and he is not the only one in our grade I applied for the 1500-meter sports specialty student."

"Give it a try." Yang Sheng began to move his frozen arms, "If you can't run, you won't lose anything."

"1500 meters, you won't die from exhaustion." Haoyue said angrily.

"By the way, Sister Yue." Yang Sheng didn't care, "Where's Jiang Yanxu?"

As expected, Yang Sheng saw his good brother and members of the sports committee in the office.

Old Lu sat on his black-painted office chair with his legs crossed, with a bluish smoke in his mouth, patiently listened to the statement of the "guilty" of this individual, and propped his forehead helplessly.

Yang Sheng sneaked into the office under the guise of asking English teacher Liu Ge to correct the composition for evening self-study; so when he saw him coming in, Lao Lu only nodded symbolically.

Brother Liu drew a red line on his crooked practice composition, telling him to pay attention to writing.

Yang Sheng nodded in agreement with his left ear going in and out of his right ear. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Jiang Yanxu in the corner, and the latter compared him with a victorious "V" out of Lao Lu's sight.

A big fool.

Yang Sheng was speechless, very speechless.

In addition to brother Liu's nagging, he also vaguely pieced together the history of the bathroom fight from the statement on the other side.

Jiang Yanxu insisted that a group of people smoked in the toilet, but he refused to listen to his persuasion, and even pushed him. He had to do it out of self-defense.

Never mention the conflict between Yang Sheng and the sports committee.

As for Lao Lu, who was an old smoker, he naturally saw that those who went to the toilet from the Sports Committee were not doing serious business at all, so he favored Jiang Yanxu's side, punishing those people from the Sports Committee to write a self-criticism, and paid for the sanitation of the office for two weeks.

At the end, Jiang Yanxu raised an eyebrow at Yang Sheng before leaving the office, meaning "Brother is smart enough this time".

What else could Yang Sheng say, so he had to wave his hand to send him away, and then pretended to listen carefully to Brother Liu's grammar, nodding his head from time to time.

As soon as Brother Liu finished his work, Lao Lu on the other side opened his mouth as expected.

"Yang Sheng, please stay here for a while." Lao Lu put out the cigarette butt, and put it in the soil of the green plant on his desk.

So who gave Lao Lu a pot of orchid grass? Not to mention that Lao Lu has grown daylilies over the years, and the soil has been severely damaged by nicotine residues.

But what is amazing is that from the first year of high school to the present, this plant has made people lament the tenacity of life and Lao Lu's daily non-humanity.

Yang Sheng nodded to Brother Liu and said goodbye, and took his English composition text to Lao Lu's chair in a polite manner.

"What do you think of their fight this time?" Lao Lu casually took out another cigarette from the cigarette case, held it between his fingers and did not light it.

"Teacher, your health is important, don't keep smoking." Yang Sheng let out a breath and said slowly, "I often tell Boss Lu that, but because he is my boss, he has never listened to my employee's advice."

"Oh, it's not uncle this time?" Lao Lu threw the cigarette back to the desk and laughed jokingly.

"I shouldn't have lied to you, and of course you have not been fooled by me." Yang Sheng said.

"Then tell me, what do you think about this incident?" As expected of Lao Lu, who has been a front-line head teacher for many years, he was not distracted by Yang Sheng's tricks at all.

Yes, even if he blows water into outer space in class, he can use the force to bring the theme back.

"I think Yuan and the others shouldn't smoke in the toilet." Yang Sheng rolled up his English book and put his hands behind his back. "This seriously damages the health of the surrounding students."

"Are you pointing at Sang and scolding Huai?" Lao Lu smiled and tapped on the table with his fingers.

"Then don't take your seat according to your number." Yang Sheng counted the floor tiles with downcast eyes, thinking of the offices of the Sports Commission that had to be cleaned for two weeks, he couldn't help but feel happy.

"How are you going to resolve the conflict between you and Yuan Liquan?" Lao Lu changed the subject and spoke directly.

Yang Sheng didn't raise his eyes, "I plan to enjoy this sports meeting and not get entangled with them."

"I'll just say, you've always been smart." Old Lu Youyou said, he probably touched the cigarette, but he still put his hands on his knees, "Otherwise, Lu Jiaxiao wouldn't be interested in you."

"Because Boss Lu said that he won't talk to idiots for more than three sentences." Yang Sheng curled his lips, but he didn't want Lao Lu to answer: "Otherwise, the possibility of dementia will be exacerbated."

"I always mock him like this, but I don't want him to take it as a catchphrase."

Yang Sheng raised his eyes, and asked doubtfully, "Have you known each other for a long time, teacher?"

"It's not too long." Lao Lu said, "It's only about twenty years."

Yang Sheng, who is not yet full: "...it's been a long time."

"But Yang Sheng, most of the time there is not much difference between 20 years and one year or two years, because you live a life that is repetitive and uninspired, with more and less superposition, they are all the same. Time may be a ladder, which can help you I can see farther and wider places, but time is more like an endless tunnel, without any special scenery around."

"How to change time from a tunnel to a ladder, what you have to do is to jump out of time and see things outside this time period, such as your dream college, your dream job, and the person you dream of. Don't be bored by time This is what I want to tell you, and of course I may find time to talk about this in class."

"Well, it feels very philosophical and cannot be wasted."

The philosophical atmosphere that had just been brewed was ruined by Lao Lu's last sentence.

Fortunately, Yang Sheng understands these principles, and he also understands that Lao Lu doesn't want him, nor does he want Jiang Yanxu, Yuan Liquan and the others, trapped in the time trap, arguing over some trivial things that shouldn't have happened until they got into big fights.

"I will also tell my friend to calm down and think about the future." Yang Sheng said.

Old Lu smiled, with a hint of kindness: "It's never a bad thing to be smart, well, this sentence was said by your boss, let me borrow it."

"I don't think he would mind." Yang Sheng said, then lowered his voice and asked carefully, "Teacher, have you found the person you are looking forward to?"

Lao Lu didn't answer him immediately, nor did he reject him immediately. After thinking for a while, he said: "I lost it before, but now I found it."

In the clouds and fog, playing charades.

Yang Sheng didn't speculate too much, so he had to leave quickly after thanking him, and waved to Brother Liu who was pretending to be isolated from the world but was actually eavesdropping on the other side of the desk.

But Lu Shangyuan picked up the cigarette again after the student ran out of the office, got up and paced to the window.

"Mr. Qiao, can I open the window to smoke a cigarette?" When he remembered, he would still say hello to his young colleagues.

But now that he is getting old, he often forgets to consider the feelings of others when he is addicted to smoking. It is good for Yang Sheng to mention it, at least it reminds him, oh, yes, he is not alone in a small room.

"Yes, you can do whatever you want." Qiao Ziliu nodded. She is a new teacher who has been in the school for only two years and has always respected Lu Shangyuan.

Of course, respect on the surface is also respect.

Lu Shangyuan opened the window, and the cold wind came in; he didn't light a cigarette immediately, but said: "Mr. Qiao, if you are free during the two days of the sports meeting, please help me take care of the children in the fifth class."

"Just watch their games on the playground. Call me if you have anything to do. I'll deal with it when the time comes."

"Oh." Qiao Ziliu responded, "Then I'll be with Teacher Wang and the others."

Lu Shangyuan took out the silver lighter in his coat pocket, and fiddled with it for a while to see if it was lit.

There is no way, it came from Lu Jiaxiao, he is not used to it yet.

Isn't this the last time Boss Lu invited you to eat grilled fish, so he had to take something away to express his gratitude.

Lu Shangyuan breathed out a carcinogenic breath, remembering that the grilled fish in that shop was heavy on numbness and light on spicy, which happened to be in line with his tricky taste for many years.

"To be honest, I want to find out about your grilled fish restaurant sooner. I don't want to stop eating grilled fish for so many years. There is no one in Yunshan County that cooks fish to my satisfaction."

"Because their tastes are not as strange as yours."

"Then your store didn't close down because of the strange taste, which proves that there are a lot of people in this county with similar tastes to mine."

"Don't tell me, I lost money for two years before, and I barely made it back until now."

"Well, it must be because your location is too remote. I can walk from Yunshan County to the opposite Yangtze River Bridge with my eyes closed. You said that your store has been open for three or four years. I still don't know... ...Should Boss Lu reflect on himself?"

"After you found out, I have to reflect on myself. Who would have imagined that Yang Sheng's child is so unlucky to become your student."

"Hey, let me tell you, under my teaching, that kid has been in the top [-] in his grade. Don't make it sound like I misunderstood my son!"

"You're angry?"

"Oh, to be angry with you, I've already been lying down in the Seven Star Cemetery, and I didn't even die eating grilled fish in front of you."

"You've changed a lot."

Lu Jiaxiao opened a can of cold beer and pushed it in front of Lu Shangyuan, a little flattering.

Lu Shangyuan raised his eyebrows.

It was still autumn at that time, and the night was cool but not disappointing.

They sat on the second-floor rooftop of "A Cloud", facing the river; looking up, they saw the sky and mountains.

"I don't drink this brand of wine anymore." Lu Shangyuan continued to eat the fish with his chopsticks, and only glanced at the beer cans, "I didn't expect there are still some for sale now."

"In the past two years... I've been stocking up." Lu Jiaxiao smiled narrowly, "If you don't drink it, I'll go downstairs and get you a new one."

"Don't bother, that's all." Lu Shangyuan pressed the beer can, and at that moment, he seemed to press the shoulder of the person opposite, making him short of breath and unable to move.

"Why don't you ask me why I don't drink this brand of wine?"

"I probably guessed it." Lu Jiaxiao didn't follow his words to answer, but raised his chopsticks and pushed more fish towards him.

For a long time, all he did was poke the fish to open the beer, and he didn't move his chopsticks at all.

Lu Shangyuan also ate with peace of mind. He didn't invite others to eat or drink, so he picked the fat and thin by himself, and picked a whole fish.

It was a freshly killed sea bass, with few thorns and fresh meat, and the ratio of spicy and spicy taste was just at the point where he was picky. Lu Shangyuan still took a sip of cold beer to smooth his throat, and said, "Thank you for the hospitality."

Lu Jiaxiao gave him a complicated look, and said, "This meal is one hundred and eight."

Lu Shangyuan squeezed the beer can: "I dare you not to invite me to dinner because of guilt!"

It just blows up as soon as it gets aroused, and it's not as calm as it was when it was picking fat and thin.

Lu Jiaxiao's complex expression was mixed with a hint of a smile, but when he spoke, he was as coy as an adolescent girl: "Just... I'm used to it, I'll treat you to dinner, I'll definitely treat you to it, don't ask you for a hundred and eight."

He said it as if he was pitiful that he couldn't afford the one hundred and eighty meals.

Lu Shangyuan drank the remaining beer in the flat beer can and smashed it back on the table.

Probably a little drunk, he said, "The reason why I don't drink this wine..."

Lu Jiaxiao sat up nervously, as if waiting to be dealt with.

But Lu Shangyuan fell on the back of the plastic chair, and continued slowly: "It's because I didn't find any place to sell it. Can you guess the reason?"

"Then I might guess wrong." Lu Jiaxiao smiled, "Sorry, Shang Yuan, I..."

"Do you still want to collect money?" Lu Shangyuan frowned and asked back.

"No." Lu Jiaxiao supported the armrest of the seat and tried to get up, but it seemed that some force majeure hindered his action.

Lu Shangyuan covered his eyes in resignation, planning to go around to the opposite side after the alcohol passed, and see what his "old friend" who had been away for many years was going to do.

After trying several times, Lu Jiaxiao finally gave up, pushed the big red cigarette case over once again, and said in a low voice like the night wind, "I miss you very much."

Reluctantly admitting his mistake, Lu Shangyuan put down his arms and got up to reach for the cigarette case.

He took out a cigarette but couldn't find a lighter, so Lu Shangyuan handed the cigarette over unceremoniously, and took off his glasses that got in the way.

"Excuse me." He said, a pair of gray eagle eyes that had lost their sharp camouflage, plus decades of years but quietly dyed frosty white, exactly the same as the ignorant and bluffing little barbarian at the gate of Sichuan Master back then .

That was the first time they met, Lu Jiaxiao was leaning on the locomotive with an inferior cigarette in his mouth, helping one of his brothers and others.

Lu Shangyuan came from the school gate in the depths of the night, walking like a crab, with a pale cigarette pinned behind his ear, whistled playfully at Lu Jiaxiao, and said, "Brother, borrow a fire."

Lu Jiaxiao extinguished the cigarette in front of everyone, and seriously told this little barbarian whose hair was cut into holes, saying, "Minors are not allowed to smoke."

Hiss, the cigarette butt burned his hand.

Lu Shangyuan threw this small object into the nearest trash can with a three-point throw arc.

The girl Qiao Ziliu seemed to be listening to music, but the earphones were not plugged in.

So the melodious song echoed throughout the office, and the thick male voice sang in a low voice: "We were best friends

共同 分享 欢乐 悲伤

我们 总唱 啊 朋友 再见

还 有 莫斯科郊 的 晚上

如今 我们 变 了 模样

生命 依然 充满 渴望

假如 能够 回到 往日 时光

哪怕 只 有 个 晚上

假如 能够 回到 往日 时光

Even if just for one night”

The girl quickly plugged in the earphones and smiled at Lu Shangyuan apologetically.

Lu Shangyuan asked her: "What song is it?"

Qiao Ziliu glanced down at the phone, and said, "The one in the playlist I found casually is called "Once Upon a Time"."

Lu Shangyuan smiled softly and said, "Oh."

The author has something to say:

The lyrics are taken from "Old Days" sung by Qi Feng, written by Keming, and composed by Ulan Tuoga.

And this time I finally wrote Shuanglu's real name well.