Yang Xinwu has been so restless these two days that he has forgotten his lyrics several times in class: either he stands blankly on the podium without saying a word, or he forgets what to write when the chalk touches the blackboard. The students all say that Yang
The teacher has lost his soul.
Yang Xinwu was indeed "lost". This emotion started when Yuan Ziguang told him about Lin Xiaoya's death with a strange expression. As Yuan Ziguang's close "gay friend", he was the only one who knew other than Yang Jihong.
At least he thought only these two people knew about his relationship with Lin Xiaoya.
As Yuanlao Su said in his forensic report, the relationship between Yang Xinwu and Lin Xiaoya is completely innocent, so innocent that every minute they spend together could be played on the street if it were made into a video.
Lin Xiaoya herself is not amazing in appearance - certainly much prettier than his maid Yang Jihong - the first time I met Lin Xiaoya was purely to satisfy Yang Jihong's small request. After all, Yang Xinwu was an ordinary modern man who was groveling for help from women.
With little resistance, Yang Jihong agreed to Yang Jihong's request to help his "sister" as soon as the pillow wind blew.
After meeting her several times, Yang Xinwu began to admire this girl, not only because she had a sense of youthful liveliness that many maids did not have, but also because of her clear understanding of her future and her wisdom in trying to change her.
Compared with the maids who think about how to win the favor of the senators, how to give birth to children for the senators as soon as possible, and how to "secure their favor" by various means all day long, Lin Xiaoya thinks more about how she will behave in the new world under the rule of the Senate.
To stand out. Similar girls in another time and space are full of pitfalls, and are so realistic that they are annoying. But in this time and space, such girls are rare.
Needless to say, few maid students have a clear understanding of the concepts of junior primary school, senior primary school, vocational training classes, and A, B, and C diplomas, but Lin Xiaoya found out clearly - this is not a secret. In newspapers and books
There are instructions in the pamphlet of the museum. However, few students read and understand it seriously. They completely adopt the attitude of "I will do whatever the leader wants me to do, and I will learn whatever the leader wants me to learn."
―Such a naturalized citizen student is rare even in Fangcaodi.
After meeting Lin Xiaoya for the second time, Yang Xinwu not only agreed to recommend Lin Xiaoya to Fangcaodi High School and sponsor her tuition, but also expressed his willingness to fully sponsor Lin Xiaoya's living expenses.
The next thing went smoothly. His recommendation letter played its due role, and soon all the procedures were in place. On August 31, Yang Jihong proposed that in order to celebrate Lin Xiaoya’s upcoming enrollment, Yang Xinwu held a farewell banquet at home.
He readily agreed. For this reason, he even deliberately left work early and asked Yang Jihong to specially order some high-end food and low-alcohol fruit wine that girls loved to drink from the farm teahouse.
Lin Xiaoya is very lively and can talk. Although there are only three people eating, the atmosphere is very lively. Looking at her bright eyes, Yang Yuanlao inevitably has some thoughts in his mind.
But the idea is just a few ideas. Although the elder knows that legally it doesn't matter what he does to the girl. But he is not such a beast after all. The happy time is always short-lived. When Lin Xiaoya proposed to go back to school
, Yang Yuanlao found that it was almost ten o'clock.
"It's so late!" Yang Xinwu remembered that Lin Xiaoya had said that her leave time was only four hours, and the access control started at nine o'clock in the evening. "Will I be punished if I go back to school now?"
"No." Lin Xiaoya made a face, "There is a bamboo forest outside the wall. Everyone thought it was impassable. I built a path inside so that I could walk all the way to the wall: I hid a broken ladder there.
, enough to circumvent the wall.”
Yang Xinwu couldn't help but laugh, it reminded him of his student days.
On the contrary, Yang Jihong was still more nervous: "Where is your roommate? I have to check the dormitory tonight."
"I live in a rest dormitory now - a few days ago I swallowed a piece of soap, foamed at the mouth, felt nauseous and vomited - I don't have roommates, and I don't check in at night."
"So..." Yang Jihong opened his eyes wide in surprise.
"I jumped over the wall and didn't ask for leave." Lin Xiaoya winked mischievously. "I have already used up the number of leave requests for this month. But it is still too late now. It will take more than half an hour to go back. I can't give it.
I saw it during the night watch."
Yang Xinwu laughed, but Yang Jihong looked helpless and worried.
"Don't you have a pass issued by me? Can the school allow you to use this to ask for leave?"
"This is not good. You have already recommended me to go to school. What will others think if I use this to ask for leave? It doesn't matter that I am a student, but you are an elder. Besides, this is using your power to break the rules set by Elder Dong.
, she is not happy in her heart either."
Yang Jihong sent Lin Xiaoya out, and Yang Xinwu went back to the study alone to prepare lessons - Fangcaodi's work was particularly heavy. In addition to ordinary teaching tasks and administrative work, he was also responsible for the education work of accounting vocational training. In addition to teaching work
In addition, he also edited the teaching materials and teaching aids currently used in the accounting vocational class at Parkview.
Yang Yuanlao graduated from a second-rate local industrial and business university with a major in finance. After graduation, he taught for a few days at a lower-tier vocational school. After failing in the postgraduate entrance examination, he applied for a job in a large state-owned bank and went through the process from teller to accounting supervisor.
During his work history, he moved to a large joint-stock commercial bank and started corporate credit business. His career was booming and his relationship was prosperous.
Yang Yuanlao is usually "as pale as a chrysanthemum" and seems to be extremely satisfied with his current life. Only he knows that deep down he has the turbulent heart of a middle school boy.
However, turmoil was turmoil, and he did not intend to take the risk of changing his life trajectory. He originally participated in the training camp just for fun. In his own words, it was to "watch the brainless people". However, when Mr. Wen showed the wormhole,
, Yang Yuanlao panicked on the spot. After reacting, he immediately fled with a group of wavering elements.
As soon as he returned, he received a call from his best friend in the same field: He had taken out a steel trade loan amounting to hundreds of millions in order to get a high rebate from a customer. As a result, the customer's capital chain was broken - the loan was overdue, and the whereabouts of the customer's family were unknown.
, not only was his career in jeopardy, but he might even have to bear legal responsibility. As a result, Yang Yuanlao's life path was rewritten.
After D-Day, although he was more interested in the military, it was only at the level of a hobbyist. He was neither proficient nor interested in developing in the military system. Although he called himself an "industrial party", he was a financial professional, and he had no involvement in the industry.
Until the establishment of Delong Bank, Minglang saw that he had experience in bank accounting management, and originally planned to appoint him to be responsible for Delong's accounting work, but Yang Yuanlao refused to do so, which made Minglang very disappointed.
Face. It wasn’t until Zhang Zhixiang’s strict management in Fangcaoyang forced away a group of veteran teachers who were greedy for comfort and wanted to pick up female students, causing a “teacher shortage”, the organization office continued to transfer him because of his experience in teaching in schools.
It was packed into Fangcaodi - this time Yang Yuanlao happily took office.
"Teaching and educating people is fun." Just as he raised his eyes and saw the calligraphy works hanging on the wall of his study room - which he drew up himself and asked Liu Dalin to handwrite - he suddenly heard a loud noise outside.
When I opened the window, I saw that the soldiers on guard duty on the periphery had entered the city and set up a cordon. Some maids and senators had arrived downstairs and were discussing something loudly.
Lin Xiaoya's sudden death shocked him greatly. A young girl who was joking with him less than an hour ago suddenly fell to her death. What made him even more worried was that Yang Jihong refused to speak out after she came back.
Why didn't Tilin Xiaoya go to the station, but died downstairs at the service center less than fifty meters away from her home?
The police took away the body, the cleaners cleaned the floor, and the elders and maids who watched the excitement returned home. At dawn, everyone went to work, and life in Bairen City returned to normal.
From that day on, Yang Jihong became trance-like. Although she continued to run accurately like a precisely manufactured machine: taking care of housework and serving the elders, she became taciturn. She usually spent time alone in a daze, and even
She rarely talked to him. Only when she woke up at night, she would hug Yang Xinwu tightly, her face wet.
Although he knew from various signs that Yang Jihong and Lin Xiaoya's death were inextricably linked, he could not imagine that such a close relationship would happen between two people: such a lively, cute, smart child, and her best friend.
, What reason does Yang Jihong have to harm her?
Yang Xinwu couldn't figure it out.
He tried to talk to Yang Jihong several times, but in vain: as soon as he opened his mouth, she would either cry silently, or suddenly burst into hysterical tears, unable to stop. He was helpless and made him worry day by day.
One day older.
Looking around in confusion, he realized that he had no one to discuss with. Although Yuan Ziguang knew about the relationship between him and Lin Xiaoya, he did not know that Yang Jihong was suspected of murder. As for the others, he did not know how to speak.
He wanted to find an opportunity to talk again. He thought that with Ran Yao's ability, it would only take a few days to find out the truth. What should he do if Yang Jihong was really involved in Lin Xiaoya's death?
"Lao Yang, what's going on with you lately? Have you been a little distracted?" The door of the office was pushed open, and Zhang Zhixiang came in.
"Ah, it's nothing, nothing." Yang Xinwu quickly covered it up.
"It's okay. If you have something to say, please tell me. Everyone, please don't hold it in your heart and make you sick." Zhang Zhixiang said and took out a letter from his pocket. "This was just sent by the correspondent. The general office has an appointment with you tomorrow."
Go talk, I have arranged the time for you, and I will find someone to take your place in the class."