Mao Yuqiu stood at the entrance of the school hospital. The health room was on the second floor. She hesitated here for a while and then saw her physical education teacher wandering out of the hospital.
"Hello, Teacher Gao." Mao Yuqiu raised his hand to say hello. The oil on his face looked like a big meat bun in the cafeteria against the setting sun.
"Oh, you're that one..." the physical education teacher scratched his belly, which was round and soft like a chiffon cake. He repeated "that one" for a long time, but in the end he still didn't recognize Mao Yuqiu. "My classmates are here to see Xiaolu too?"
I remember you seemed to be in the same class."
[Mao Yuqiu: You don’t know me, but do you know that I am Lu Zhengkang’s classmate? What the hell kind of answer is this.]
"Yes." Classmate Mao smiled generously, like a big meat bun with three or five wrinkles.
"Why are you looking for him? Oh, by the way, if it's a massage, you'll be late. I'm the last one he received today. He just finished pressing his little girlfriend and left. If you have anything, please
Find him quickly, otherwise it will be too late." The physical education teacher shook his beer belly vigorously, like a ramen chef shaking dough.
[Mao Yuqiu: Listening to what you said, is Lu Zhengkang doing a limited-time promotion? And teacher, why does your accent sound like you have lived in the Northeast for three years and then went to Sichuan for further study? Are you not a local?
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"Thank you, teacher. Can you tell me which health room he is in?"
"On the 12th, uh, it should be on the 11th now. Just go and ask the nurse. He knows everything about the hospital."
"Goodbye, teacher."
"Goodbye, so-and-so, I will definitely remember you next time in physical education class." The physical education teacher squinted his eyes and tried hard to see the student's face clearly through the stubborn luster of adolescence, but he failed and only remembered that the light was very thick.
, very oily, much like the soup flowing out of the meat buns under the canteen lights, making people's mouths covered in saliva and speechless.
[Mao Yuqiu: Do I thank you? 】
The little girl rushed into the hospital. Without the interference of sunlight, her face looked much refreshed under the cold light.
Walking to the second floor, she counted. In the health room No. 11, the door was closed. She leaned on the observation opening of the black sealed glass door and peeked in. Lu Zhengkang was standing by the bed relaxing Su Xiangli's back. Boy
She was very serious. The girl tilted her head and babbled. She couldn't hear the sound, but it could be seen that both parties were very comfortable.
[Mao Yuqiu: What is this sense of déjà vu like between an old couple? 】
Lu Zhengkang turned his head slightly and saw his classmate Mao Qiu looking outside the door. He quickly waved his hand and the sensor door opened silently. Mao Yuqiu was facing Lu and Su. The three little heads looked at each other. Suddenly, he felt like a three-room trial.
A wonderful sense of solemnity.
Lu Zhengkang hurriedly went to greet him, but after taking only two steps, his hand was grabbed by Su Xiangli. She gasped and helped Lu Zhengkang sit up.
Seeing this intimate gesture, Mao Yuqiu had just gained the courage to step in, but suddenly he couldn't help but hesitate.
Su Xiangli smiled and waved his arms vigorously, "Here you go, Maoqiu!"
"Hello, classmate Susu, I'm not disturbing you, right?"
Mao Yuqiu walked into the health room calmly. The huge room was divided by dark green curtains. Medical equipment was piled in the corner and no one cared about it. Only occasionally robots came to clean it. Such a place was so quiet.
, there is a sense of tranquility isolated from the campus, just like a silent stone platform standing in the noisy deep forest at night, suitable for saying some personal words here.
Wow, is this the sweet love in the legend? Mao Yuqiu looked at the green man and woman in front of him. Su Xiangli was generous and cheerful, and put his arms around Lu Zhengkang's shoulders. His expression was unconsciously joyful and gentle, while Lu Zhengkang was just lazy and wanton.
He looks like a funny big boy next door. They both belong to each other, otherwise how could they have such a peaceful posture.
So, "What does Mr. Lutou want from me?"
Lu Zhengkang moved a chair and the three of them sat down. "It's about the squad leader. Originally we were discussing forming a band, and she should have practiced drums, but that's not the point."
"..." [Mao Yuqiu: That's not the point? Real or fake? It's clear from the first listen that you want her to join the band.]
Lu Zhengkang stared at Mao Yuqiu with a serious look on his face. Suddenly he noticed that the sun was shining through the window of the health room, shining on her face, which was full of fat, as if she didn't touch the traditional famous dishes. He suppressed the thought of complaining in his heart,
"Well, I found that the squad leader seems to have encountered some trouble. Everyone knows her character and is very stubborn. When I spoke behind her back that day, her first reaction was to hit her with an elbow." Lu Zhengkang touched his elbow to indicate.
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Mao Yuqiu nodded, and the oily light also became trance-like. The dim pimples on her face slid in the paste-like halo, just like the red dots of a laser pointer drifting on a bowl of fat and fragrant chicken soup, "Yes, she
I don’t like people approaching me quietly.”
Su Xiangli tilted her head, "Why duck?" Her soft ponytail gently brushed Lu Zhengkang's cheek, making him purse his lips and smile.
[Mao Yuqiu: I tilted my head and subconsciously leaned on Lutou’s shoulder. Oh my god, I suddenly felt like I had turned into a light bulb. Why should I endure such pain? 】
"Hmm... I don't know, maybe it has something to do with her family. As you know, the divorce rate among many single families nowadays is so high." Bulb answered hesitantly.
When these words were spoken, all three of them felt a little emotional.
The current divorce rate is really too high.
The number of single-person households is growing every year.
It is difficult for modern people to have lasting love. There are actually only a few people like Zhang Yingxuan's parents. When one parent dies, the other parent can still love her. For the rest of the family, separation is separation and they will never see each other again in this life.
Lu Zhengkang's family is quite happy, but he doesn't know whether such happiness can be maintained forever. There are many divorced relatives, and once such a topic is discussed, the atmosphere will be very heavy, especially for children.
How can they comment on the matter?
Just like what Wan Qing sang, "The fisherman king still wants to continue to be the fisherman king, but the harbor has disappeared." In fact, everyone can experience this powerless sadness.
Mao Yuqiu and Su Xiangli were silent and stopped talking. Seeing this, Lu Zhengkang found it difficult to explain no matter how many questions he had in his heart.
"That's it for today, shall we?" Lu Zhengkang said incoherently.
Mao Yuqiu shook his head, "You want to form a band. The squad leader must be a good candidate. Her drum set is professional. But I don't know how to help you persuade her. She doesn't like playing drums."
If you don't like it, then there is a shadow. Since you don't like it so much, the reason is of course very clear to the children.
Su Xiangli understood, "I don't like ballet either."
When Lu Zhengkang saw them turning their attention to him, he was stunned and muttered: "I don't like, uh, formalism either?"
"Everyone knows this." Mao Yuqiu shrugged, "Actually, the school is fine. It won't give you too many weird tasks. Anyway, you can leave this kind of thing to me."
Chapter completed!