Luo Yang's curse words came to his lips, but Zhang Yong swallowed them down with a faint smile on his lips.

"Haha, your understanding is wrong. What if you change your boyfriend to a partner? In this case, I am two words, and you are three words, and each word is different." After saying that, Luo Yang looked at him with the same gaze.

Zhang Yong.

"It's boring to say that. It's just a trick played by children." Zhang Yong waved his hand as if he was dismissive. His reaction made Luo Yang very angry. This guy is too rogue. Who said it first just now? Now it's the other way around.

Has it become his?

The cigarette in his hand was almost finished. Zhang Yong threw away the cigarette butt and took out his Marlboro from his pocket and lit another one. It's not that Zhang Yong was ungrateful, because Luo Yang said before that he couldn't get used to the smell of Marlboro and it made him cough easily.

I wanted to smoke my dick, so I didn’t show any politeness this time. I lit it with a lighter and took a deep puff.

"Actually, one thing you didn't consider is that Xiaoyun is from Shanghai and I am also from Shanghai. You cannot make up for this advantage." Zhang Yong said calmly.

"Xiaoyun is still my classmate. We are both studying at Beijing Normal University. It is not an exaggeration to say that we get along day and night. How can you compare to this?" Luo Yang asked tit for tat.

"What about my classmates? If it's like you said, what does it matter to me now? Since you haven't won the classmate time for two years, it means you have no fate with her. Brother, you haven't even had a moon in the near water, how can you still

Don’t you want to wake up?”

Luo Yang's face was extremely ugly. Zhang Yong's words directly hit his weak point. Indeed, as Zhang Yong said, he and Li Xiaoyun had a very good relationship since they were classmates for two years, and they often played together.

, but I don’t know why the relationship has never reached that point even though it’s a good relationship.

Now, Zhang Yong directly pointed out this matter, Luo Yang didn't know how to answer for a while, and snorted coldly: "Do you understand romance and Platonic? Love is not as simple as you think."

"That's wrong. Isn't love just simple?" Zhang Yong said with a smile: "I don't understand what romance is, let alone what Plato is. Don't we understand that our parents didn't talk about these things in the first place?

Are you in love or not getting married? Brother, don’t complicate simple things. Love is nothing more than liking each other, then getting married, having children, and living together until old age."

"I'm a layman. I haven't gone to college and my education level is not high, but so what? I like the people I like, and the people I like also like me. That's enough."

Looking at Zhang Yong's confident look, Luo Yang's face was filled with uncertainty. He never expected that this opponent would be so difficult. He was originally planning to use his identity and knowledge as a college student to overwhelm the opponent, but Zhang Yong was uneasy at all.

Common sense came to play, and he lightly pushed aside his fist.

Just as Luo Yang was racking his brains to refute Zhang Yong's words, intending to compete with him, Li Xiaoyun's voice came from downstairs.

"Zhang Yong! Luo Yang! Where are you people? Where have you gone in a flash?"

"Here we are, we are on the rooftop." Zhang Yong quickly replied loudly.

"Why did you go to the rooftop?"

"What else can I do, smoke!"

"Smoking again! Can you men smoke for food? You two should smoke less! Come down, come down, let's play cards together!"

"Aren't you watching a cartoon? I went to the rooftop with Luo Yang because I was afraid that I would be intoxicated."

"The cartoon is over. One episode is shown every day. The TV station is not owned by your family. How can it be shown for one day? Where do so many problems come from? Come down quickly and play cards!" Li Xiaoyun urged impatiently,

Zhang Yong chuckled and threw away the half-smoked cigarette butt, then reached out and put his arm around Luo Yang's shoulders.

"Okay, brother, there's no point in talking. Let's compete fairly in this matter. Let's see who has the ability to take her down first. No matter who wins, friends should not hurt each other's harmony, what do you think?"

Glancing at Zhang Yong, Luo Yang didn't know whether Zhang Yong's words were sincere or deceptive, but no matter what, Zhang Yong's words made Luo Yang feel a little calmer. At least Zhang Yong didn't do anything rogue. Among men,

The competition between the two parties is fair competition, Luo Yang agreed with this point.

In this way, Zhang Yong and Luo Yang reached a private agreement in order to prevent Li Xiaoyun from seeing their confrontation on the rooftop. The two of them walked down to the rooftop with their arms around each other and were more affectionate than brothers. When they saw the two of them like this, Li Xiaoyun

She was also very happy. In her opinion, both Luo Yang and Zhang Yong were her friends. She sincerely hoped that the two friends could become good friends like herself.

On the third day after returning to Shanghai, Song Yuanchao made a special trip to visit Principal Zhou and Master Ma.

Principal Zhou retired a few days ago. In order to watch the graduating class graduate smoothly, Principal Zhou, who was supposed to retire in June, worked for an extra month until the graduating class was sent away before he officially retired.

After leaving his beloved teaching position, Principal Zhou felt extremely emotional. He has taught and educated people all his life. From youth to middle age, and then from middle age to old age, the school career has accompanied him for almost half of his life.

Before leaving, Principal Zhou cleaned his office, even the desks and chairs were spotless. Then as usual after get off work, he picked up his black artificial leather bag, stood up and walked out the door.

When he closed the door and turned around, Principal Zhou looked at the familiar displays in the office with emotion in his heart, and at the same time felt extremely melancholy.

After walking out of the office, Principal Zhou walked around the campus. He inspected every corner of the school as the principal for the last time.

Teacher's office, classroom, lounge, infirmary, table tennis room, corridor, garden, playground, and the huge sycamore tree located in the corner of the school playground.

Reaching out and stroking the sycamore tree, Principal Zhou couldn't help but think of what this tree looked like when he first came to school. In the blink of an eye, more than 30 years have passed. This already thick sycamore tree has become much thicker. It has grown much thicker since a hundred years ago.

It exists here, quietly watching the changes over the past century, watching the establishment of this school and the passage of time.

During this long period of time, Principal Zhou was just a passer-by, a hurried passer-by like his predecessors. After he left, there would be successors who stayed here like him, teaching and educating people, and enjoying the fragrance of peaches and plums.

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Patting the thick tree trunk, Principal Zhou said softly: "Goodbye, old man, I'll see you again when I have time..."

The breeze blew by and the leaves rustled, as if bidding farewell to Principal Zhou.

Looking up at the dense tree canopy, the sunlight was shining through the gaps between the leaves and branches. Principal Zhou stared blankly, and after a long time he smiled with relief.

When he came to the guard room, he was pleasantly surprised to find that all the school's faculty and staff were waiting for him at the school gate. They stood there, looking at him quietly. Although everyone did not speak, they represented the whole school with practical actions.

This showed their respect and love for the old principal.

"Okay, there is no such thing as a banquet in the world. I am retiring, not saying goodbye forever. I will come back to visit you often in the future. It is getting late, and the children are waiting at home. No more food to buy and cook? Let's go.

." He was extremely moved in his heart, but on the surface, Principal Zhou remained the same as usual. He even said this to everyone in a slightly serious tone, then raised his hand and waved, and walked through the crowd towards the gate.

When he stepped out of the door, a voice came from behind: "Principal, please go well, remember to come and see everyone!"

Principal Zhou couldn't help but stop for a moment. He wanted to look back, but his reason prevented him from making such an action. He raised his left hand and waved it back, and continued walking towards home, but when he took a step out

At this step, I couldn't help but shed tears.

When Song Yuanchao visited Principal Zhou, Principal Zhou had already retired at home for a week. After retirement, he boxed and played with flowers and plants at home, or like an ordinary old man, he would go to the market to buy vegetables in the morning with a vegetable basket, and he would also write in the study room at home.

Order something.

When Song Yuanchao came, it was his teacher's wife who opened the door. He told him that Old Zhou was writing in the study. Song Yuanchao was very surprised and asked what Principal Zhou was writing. His teacher's wife smiled and said that he didn't know this old guy was there.

What to write, it might be a memoir, but an ordinary principal really thinks he is a veteran cadre who has retired and started doing this.

After putting down the gifts she brought, the teacher's wife asked Song Yuanchao to sit down first, and then went to the study to call Principal Zhou.

The place where Principal Zhou lives is a former worker's village house. This kind of house is also called "Tongzi House" in the north. However, compared to the Tongzi House in the north, the house where Principal Zhou lives is slightly different.

This is a three-story house. Principal Zhou's home is on the third floor. When you go up the stairs and enter the corridor on the left, there are three households. There are also three households on the right side of the corridor. There are six households on one floor.

The kitchen is outside, that is, the public kitchen is on the left side near the corridor, and the door is on the right side of the corridor. This kind of house does not have a bathroom. To use the toilet, you can only go to a nearby public toilet, or use an old-fashioned wooden toilet at home.

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Principal Zhou's home is the first one in the corridor. There is no living room in the room. When you enter, you will find a large room of 14 square meters. This is the bedroom of Principal Zhou and his wife. There is a small door at the south end of the big room. This small door

It was originally a storage room of six square meters, but was later converted into a study room by Principal Zhou. When Song Yuanchao came, Principal Zhou stayed in it.

"Old Zhou! Old Zhou! Aid to Korea is coming!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door inside opened, and Principal Zhou's figure appeared in front of Song Yuanchao.

"Uncle Zhou, I'm here to see you." Song Yuanchao saluted respectfully to Principal Zhou. Seeing that it was Song Yuanchao who came, Principal Zhou was particularly happy. He stepped forward with a smile, took Song Yuanchao's hand and asked him when he would be back.

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"I came back the day before yesterday and didn't come over to see you immediately..."

"What are you talking about? Of course I have to settle down at home first when I come back. I'm very happy to be here. Come on, come on, sit around, old lady, there is still a frozen watermelon in the well downstairs. Go get it quickly. It's such a hot day.

Stop drinking tea and eat watermelon."

"I'll go." When Song Yuanchao heard this, he stood up quickly. Principal Zhou smiled and said that he could just let his wife go, but how could Song Yuanchao be willing? He immediately rushed out of the door and ran downstairs to remove the lid of the well.

I was stunned because there were several watermelons hanging in the well.

Fortunately, his wife followed him, otherwise Song Yuanchao wouldn't have known which one to take. He took the watermelon out of the well, carried it back upstairs, wiped it clean with a cloth, and then cut it open with a knife.
Chapter completed!