Full of regrets, he looked here and there, and took the opportunity to drink some oil. Soon, Zhang Yang walked to school in less than an hour.
"Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang..."
Zhang Yang, who was planning to climb over the wall, decided to go through the gate openly. At this time, he could easily be misunderstood by the security guards and beaten up.
"What are you shouting for? I've been waiting for you for almost an hour. I heard that you went to work in the provincial capital during the summer vacation?" A thin, bespectacled old man walked out of the guard room wearing underpants.
"Hey, hello, Uncle Wang! Yes, yes... I was just a few days late just to get my salary. Uncle Wang, did you have a good time this summer?"
Zhang Yang tried to please the old man with a flattering smile on his face. Although Zhang Yang didn't like to talk, he didn't dare to be disrespectful to the old man who was the janitor at all. He usually needed the old man's mercy when he went out to go to school.
"What's the point of being happy or unhappy? I'm alone..."
The old man sighed and opened the iron door. The hinge of the iron door made a heart-wrenching friction sound. Zhang Yang had been hearing this sound for several years. He didn't understand why the old man didn't deal with it. It was just a simple matter of dripping a few drops of oil.
There was a lot of used engine oil in a motorcycle repair shop.
"Hey, Uncle Wang, it's time to find a wife." Zhang Yang perfunctoryly lowered his head and walked inside. This old man's wife died young and he is lonely. He likes to hold students and talk to each other, even by candlelight, and Zhang Yang often does this.
One of the victims, the most depressing thing is that he has to listen to the old man talk about the revolutionary history "back in the day" with a smiling face.
"Hey, I have a goal..." Speaking of his wife, the listless old man suddenly became energetic.
"Oh, yes?" Zhang Yang had to stop. This old man would never offend him. If he left when he was in the middle of a conversation, he would probably hate him for the rest of his life.
"Yes, yes, Professor Li, who taught Chinese, is dead." The old man said happily.
"Professor Li is dead?" Zhang Yang knew about Professor Li, but he really couldn't figure out what the connection between Professor Li's death and the old man looking for a wife was.
"Hey, his wife is about the same age as me..." The old man heard Zhang Yang's confusion and said shyly.
"Ahem..." Zhang Yang sweated profusely and was speechless.
"Hehe." The old man seemed a little embarrassed and said with a smile: "Go to bed early. You are tired after riding the train for several hours. By the way, why did you come so late? I am on the same train with you.
A female classmate of mine has been here a long time ago."
"Oh...it's okay anyway, I came here on foot."
Zhang Yang suddenly felt as if he had received an amnesty, and left in Dotou. He had already guessed that the girl had returned to school. Otherwise, the old man would not have said that she had been waiting for him for a long time, and the girl would have told the old man that he was here too.
"Ah...Uncle Wang?"
The old man's arm blocked Zhang Yang, and Zhang Yang couldn't help but froze and stood still.
"That girl is nice, why don't you pursue her?" the old man asked.
"Ahem...I don't even know her..." Zhang Yang secretly scolded this damn old man for being such a mess.
"I don't know her, so why did she ask me to tell you that she has something to do with you?" The old man asked suspiciously, staring at Yan Yang.
"Oh... I forgot my money... stuff at her place." Zhang Yang pretended to pat his head and said.
"That's it. Then go to bed early. Remember, don't do those voyeuristic things next time. It's very embarrassing. You should find a girlfriend seriously. Men, at your age, it's
There is a need." The old man said meaningfully.
"Well, thank you for your concern, Uncle Wang. Good night, Uncle Wang. I'm going to bed." Zhang Yang ran away as soon as the old man's hand loosened.
…
"Hey, what a good kid. In order to save a little taxi fare, you actually walked for an hour. Unfortunately, you are just a little timid. The girl obviously likes you, but you don't dare to pursue her. Instead, she spends the whole day doing nothing but peeping.
, you are just peeping, what are you doing on the Internet if you have nothing to do? Now things have become more serious, expulsion, detention and probation... Hehe, this kid is quite smart, he actually knows how to use a digital camera to peek into the girls' dormitory, I
Why didn’t you think of pinching when you were young?”
Looking at Zhang Yang's disappearing figure, the old man muttered, with regrets and annoyance on his face. Finally, he sighed and slowly walked into the guard room with his hands behind his back, and began to think about how to pursue Professor Li.
's wife.
Zhang Yang spent a lot of time entering the dormitory door. This old man was not as easy to talk to as Uncle Wang.
The boys' dormitory looked very heavy in the night, and the light bulbs in the corridors looked particularly dim in the pre-dawn darkness. Zhang Yang quietly slipped to the fifth floor. His dormitory was on the fifth floor, which was also the highest floor. It was ventilated and facing the sun.
Zhang Yang spent several happy years here.
It was on this fifth floor that he secretly took thousands of photos in the past few years, and the target people were all the beauties in the girls' dormitory building behind...
Fortunately for Zhang Yang, the door of Room 512 was left open because of the hot weather. In fact, because of the hot weather, many rooms were left open for ventilation at night.
Zhang Yang quietly walked into the room and climbed onto his bed. The bed was still the same as when he left. There was a mattress on top of the plank. When he touched it with his hand, he felt a lot of dust, but Zhang Yang didn't care about it and lay down on it.
At this time, if you wake up your roommates while doing cleaning work, you may be in danger of being beaten into the last eunuch in China.
In a daze, Zhang Yang thought of the sharp serrated dagger dripping with blood, the smooth and white skin, the delicate and flowery face, and the soft warmth... He recalled the train ride in his head like a movie.
What happened on the Internet, in the end, Uncle Wang's orange-skinned face occupied the entire space in my mind, slowly getting bigger and bigger, getting bigger and bigger, as big as a fried pancake...
Finally, Zhang Yang drooled and fell asleep. He was too tired.
It seemed that in just a moment, or just a short while, Zhang Yang was woken up by the noisy sound. He opened his fluffy eyes and saw that his roommates were washing their faces and gargling and making the bed in a hazy state.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Yang sat up in a daze and asked.
"Well... our prince is back..." A guy ran out of the toilet with a toothbrush in his mouth. [Don't forget to vote and collect]