Every time Fang Yan came back, he would be warmly received by Sister Li.
"Mr. Fang, you're back?"
"Mr. Fang, are you hungry? I made your favorite Salt and Pepper Spare Ribs today … "
"Mr. Fang, come and eat some fruits. I saw that the grapes were very fresh today, so I bought a few catties … I've already washed them. You can wash your hands and eat … "
…
The delicacies and the temptation of a beautiful woman made Fang Yan's enthusiasm for the beautiful courtyard inside the school that Lu Chaoge lent him decreased a lot.
Fang Yan was in a lot of pain and was also very conflicted.
In terms of living environment, the small courtyard of Lu Chaoge and the small house that he was renting with Sister Li were worlds apart.
However, if Fang Yan moved in, who would make him sweet and sour pork, prawns, pork belly, radish, steamed oyster, white melon and sea white soup every day? Who would prepare apples, oranges, bananas, grapes, durians, and dragon fruits for him every day?
Live? Food?
We common people often talk about basic necessities. That is to say, subconsciously, we think that wearing clothes and eating are ranked before living and traveling.
It was also because of this reason that Fang Yan had never opened his mouth to tell Sister Li that he wanted to cancel the lease.
Therefore, while enjoying Sister Li's attentive service, he also had to bear the corresponding responsibility.
Under the light, Jiang Qin was bright and beautiful. Because she had just taken a bath, her black hair draped over her shoulders, adding a little womanly flavor to her. She was young and inexperienced, and there was a fresh milk fragrance on her body, making people feel relaxed and happy.
She was wearing big-mouth monkey cartoon pajamas, and her chest … Pui pui, what chest?
Fang Yan looked at Jiang Qin's sleepy little face and said, "Let me tell you a joke."
Jiang Qin became a little more energetic. She rested her chin on her arm that was lying on the table and asked in a lazy voice, "What joke?"
"I saw it on my phone," Fang Yan said with a smile. "A few years ago, she abandoned me and married a country bumpkin who drove a Passat. I secretly made up my mind to return the humiliation I suffered to her in the future. A few years later, when I appeared in front of her in a Mercedes-Benz, she was surprised and even invited me to her house. "
Jiang Qin's mind was completely attracted by Fang Yan's story. Her big eyes stared at him without blinking.
Was this an inspirational story of a loser who was abandoned by his goddess and then worked hard to succeed?
"Do you regret it now? What were you doing earlier? Of course, I also rejected her decisively because I still had to go to the company to pick up my boss from work … "Fang Yan continued.
"Ahahaha …"
Jiang Qin laughed out loud, his limp body rocking back and forth.
"It's so fun. Why is this person so despicable … Mr. Fang, I think he's like you, hahaha … "
Fang Yan smiled as well. However, as he smiled, he couldn't smile anymore.
What do you mean by this person is so despicable? Mr. Fang, I think he's like you? How am I despicable? I've been influenced by poetry since I was a child. I polished my body with medicinal herbs and tempered my muscles and bones with Tai Chi … I'm the successor of Fang's Tai Chi. Didn't you notice a kind of temperament in me called Immortal Style?
"How am I despicable? If you don't respect me, I won't tutor you. "Fang Yan said angrily.
"If you don't tutor me, my mom won't cook delicious food for you." Jiang Qin was still laughing. Her nose and eyes were squeezed together. She looked cute and funny.
Fang Yan was furious. You dare to threaten me?
"Girl, let me make it clear to you. I tutor you not because your mom cooks delicious food for me …"
"Then you'll eat outside tomorrow?"
"… Let's continue with the tutoring." Fang Yan said. "This story is very funny, right? But have you ever thought that as long as you change one word in this story, it will become a very warm and romantic love story? "
Jiang Qin's eyes widened and she said, "Can it be like this?"
"Why don't you try again?" Fang Yan laughed. "See if you can find the word that needs to be changed."
Jiang Qin habitually bit the shaft of the pen in his mouth as he pondered seriously.
"Changing one word will become a warm and romantic love story?" The little girl murmured. "Which word should I change?"
Fang Yan looked at her with a smile, waiting for her answer.
Jiang Qin was obviously not a patient person. She gave up after three to five minutes.
She threw the drool-stained pencil on the table and said irritably, "It's so annoying. I can't think of … which word should I change?"
Fang Yan looked at her with a smile and said, "Everyone has a soul. Every text has a thought. These words are alive. They are a whole. You have to find a mole from this whole … This mole is very small, but it is also very conspicuous. If you can calm down, you can find it. "
"I'm already very calm." The little girl said coquettishly. She kicked Fang Yan's calf with her bare feet under the table and said, "Mr. Fang, tell me quickly. I'm really curious. "
"If you change 'boss' to 'wife', just changing one word and changing the identity, will the meaning of the story be completely different?"
"Ah?" The little girl exclaimed. She didn't think that the change would be so simple.
However, after the change, the soul of the story immediately underwent a subversive change.
In the previous story, the male protagonist was a loser, but he still failed to counterattack successfully. After changing one word, the male protagonist not only proved his ability in society, but also remained loyal to his wife. The 'ex-girlfriend' lost a potential dark horse who was serious and responsible for his feelings.
"Think about it seriously." Fang Yan said.
Jiang Qin nodded and agreed, lying on the table in silence.
Fang Yan didn't pay attention. He held a copy of "The Classic of Tea" alone and read it with relish.
"I have a picture in my mind." Jiang Qin said aloud.
"What?"
"The picture of the man and his ex-girlfriend. The picture of the man and his current wife … He is really a good man. "Jiang Qin said.
"Like me?"
"Different from you."
"You don't respect me again."
"Isn't it enough for my mother to respect you?"
"…"
"Mr. Fang …" Jiang Qin looked at Fang Yan with bright eyes.
"What do you want to say?"
"I understand what you mean." The girl smiled proudly, her smile was sweet and soft.
"It's good that you understand." Fang Yan also smiled. "Every paragraph of text has a door of life. If you can find its door of life, there will be no problem that can baffle you."
"Life is the same." Jiang Qin giggled.
"This is too big."
"Once you understand it, you will understand it everywhere. You are so stupid. "Jiang Qin said coquettishly.
…
…
Fang Yan rushed to the school by bus early in the morning and found that the school gate was overcrowded. A large number of students gathered together, pointing and chattering, not knowing what happened.
Fang Yan quickly ran towards the crowd, pulled a boy's school uniform and asked, "Student, what happened?"
The boy turned back unhappily and said, "Please, can't you see it yourself?"
"The front is blocked, I can't see it."
"What does it have to do with me if you can't see it?" The boy said and turned back.
"Students these days really don't know how to respect their teachers." Fang Yan thought angrily in his heart. He patted the boy's shoulder again. The boy turned back angrily and found that the annoying guy was looking at him with a smile.
"Student, what happened in front?"
"Are you crazy?"
"I have a card." Fang Yan waved the Rosefinch Secondary teacher card in front of the boy.
"Fang Yan … Teacher?"
"Call me teacher or Mr. Fang." Fang Yan said with a straight face. "Class is about to start, why are you crowding at the school gate? Go back to the classroom and prepare. … What happened in front? "
"Mr. Fang … Someone is looking for you."
"Looking for me?"
"Yes. They … said you hit someone. "The boy stuttered. The children of leaders like Zheng Guodong could ignore the teacher, Fang Yan, but if an ordinary student insulted the teacher, the consequences would be very serious. The boy was really scared now.
"I hit someone?" Fang Yan was stunned for a moment and laughed. "How could I not hit someone?"
Fang Yan was a Tai Chi master. He practiced with his brothers at home every day. How could there be no injury in a competition?
He not only hit someone, but he was also beaten. The knowledge he learned was very comprehensive.
"…" The boy was even more scared and wanted to hide as far as possible.
"Mr. Fang … Mr. Fang …" Someone pulled Fang Yan's clothes from behind.
Fang Yan turned around and saw the security guard, Baldy, looking at him anxiously with a bald head and said, "Mr. Fang, you are here. These people have been blocking the school gate for more than half an hour. They can't be driven away. Talk, talk, talk … "
Baldy paused for a long time and finally said, "They said blood for blood."
"Blood for blood? Whoever took their blood should return it. "
"They said you took it," Baldy said.
"Why did I take their blood?" Fang Yan laughed. "I don't know them."
"You know them," Baldy said. "They're here for you … They even put up a banner saying that debts must be paid, and murder must be paid with one's life. And … and there are reporters interviewing them. "
"Baldy, clear the way," Fang Yan shouted.
"Okay …"
Baldy agreed and shouted, "Make way, make way, make way, let the security team handle the work." Then, he led Fang Yan out of the crowd and cleared a path.
Fang Yan was elated when he saw the person who was surrounded by the crowd.
He really knew these people. They were Brother Wolf and his gang.
The last time Brother Wolf brought people to stop Fang Yan, they were scared away by Fang Yan.
Why did they come again this time?
Brother Wolf was not there, but there were a few of his men holding a big red banner. On the banner was written: Violent teacher hits people. Blood for blood.
There was a stretcher on the ground, and on the stretcher was a little blonde.
The blonde's head was wrapped in gauze like a mummy. Blood was still seeping out of the gauze. His face was full of blood, and he looked terrible. He did not have long to live.
Fang Yan was angry.
He took a big step forward, grabbed the banner, and threw it on the ground. He scolded, "I can tolerate your revenge, but I can't tolerate you writing wrong words on the banner."
He squatted down and used his finger to touch the blood on the blonde's face. He added a side to the "taste" of "blood for blood."
"Blood for blood," Fang Yan said to the blonde seriously.
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