While he was in a daze, Yan Xiaoyu took another step back, with a tendency to run away, but Jin Shaoyang grabbed his wrist. Jin Shaoyang had a surprising smile on his face, but Yan Xiaoyu could see that smile.
There was more anger and playfulness in it, with a hint of anger and laughter: "The promise we made together on Monday morning, the great movement we sang together, the moment we were under the wheel, the oath we took under the flag, I
Those promises you made? I have a bad memory. Teacher Yan, can you help me recall it? Hmm?"
He looked at Yan Xiaoyu with a smile, but Yan Xiaoyu took a step forward very domineeringly, and then a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, hey, do you think I am talking nonsense? I won't say something without any basis.
, that will expose your IQ!
So he looked at Jin Shaoyang's black pupils and spoke seriously and calmly: "Every Monday, when the red flag rises, we will make a promise to serve the motherland on the campus of Lixin Middle School and swear to become the next generation successor of the party.
, sang "March of the Volunteers" to the fullest to release the ideals in our hearts, and at that moment under the wheel, we witnessed the deep love between teachers and students and reflected the mutual friendship between the people of the motherland. Have you forgotten it? "
Okay, Jin Shaoyang admitted that at that moment he suddenly wanted to laugh, but in order to maintain his noble and cool image, he held back. He squinted his eyes and leaned forward to look straight into Yan Xiaoyu's eyes:
"I haven't forgotten, but can you tell me the purpose of telling me this?"
"Uh..." The purpose? The purpose is to protect the chrysanthemum from birds and beasts!
Yan Xiaoyu rolled his eyes. He had to say that what he did just now was a bit impulsive. After all, he shouldn't always appear next to Jin Shaoyang to attract his attention. Otherwise, sooner or later, his identity will be exposed and he will be
Cruelly driving home == He suddenly felt that he was a "well", both vertically and horizontally.
As if thinking of his own tragic fate in the future, Yan Xiaoyu suddenly sniffed and looked at Jin Shaoyang with particularly sad eyes.
"My purpose...my purpose is to talk to you about how to carry forward and cultivate the national spirit in the cultural construction of the 21st century!" After a long while, Yan Xiaoyu finally choked out such a sentence, which seemed particularly majestic.
High-spirited.
Although Jin Shaoyang tried his best to hold it back, he couldn't hold it back for a moment when he heard this sentence and suddenly burst out laughing == Yan Xiaoyu looked at him with a look of innocence.
Then he blinked his eyes, and the domineering attitude just now disappeared and he looked a little docile: "Classmate Jin, I'm sorry, it's my fault that I scared away the handsome boy just now. I am fully responsible for it. Can I sit down?"
Jin Shaoyang looked at him helplessly and could only nod his head.
The moment she sat next to Jin Shaoyang, Yan Xiaoyu cast a flirtatious wink at Caesar's seat, extremely charming but moreover still dismissive and arrogant.
However, Caesar just smiled fondly and raised the goblet in his hand.
Yan Xiaoyu drank a glass of wine when she saw his actions, and then looked back at Jin Shaoyang: "Carrying forward and cultivating the national spirit is an important task of our country's socialist cultural construction. We must use Marxism-Leninism, Mao Zedong Thought, Deng Xiaoping Theory and
Guided by the important thought of "Three Harmonies Represents", we must fully tap into the excellent traditional culture of the Chinese nation. We must fully absorb the excellent cultural nutrition of other nations in the world. We must persist in advancing with the times, combine the needs of the times and social development, and add value to the national spirit.
New and vibrant content.”
Jin Shaoyang held the wine glass and asked the sky silently: "..."
Yan Xiaoyu also picked up the wine glass and started talking to each other. In fact, all the teachers and students had nothing in common, and the same was true for Yan Xiaoyu and Jin Shaoyang.
The two of them kept drinking in silence. After what seemed like a long time, Yan Xiaoyu finally spoke again: "That's right! I remembered it!"
Jin Shaoyang raised his head and looked at him: "What did you remember?"
Yan Xiaoyu smiled harmlessly: "Young people should carry forward and cultivate the national spirit with practical actions. First, they must consciously accept the education of the national spirit with a positive attitude. Second, they must actively participate in social practice activities that promote and cultivate the national spirit."
Third, carrying forward and cultivating the national spirit is more about implementing it in daily study and life."
Jin Shaoyang: "......"
Looking at Jin Shaoyang's helpless expression with his mouth twitching, Yan Xiaoyu spread his hands: "Forget it, to tell you the truth, I really don't have anything to say when I see you. Let's just say a thousand words and a thousand cups can't be poured."
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In fact, in a sense, such spiritual development is inevitable. After all, Yan Xiaoyu is a teacher. As a student with some bad conduct, Jin Shaoyang certainly doesn't want to say anything to him. But in Yan Xiaoyu's view, this iceberg in front of him
It was directly linked to his own future. If he couldn't protect Shenma, everything would be lost, so he just looked at him affectionately and didn't say a word.
So the two of them drank and looked at each other until Yan Xiaoyu fell drunk and fell on the table.
The empty wine bottles they drank have already been set up on almost a table. Xiaoyu drank some with Wu Kong when they were in the city that never sleeps, and just drank a lot with Caesar. Now after drinking so much wine with Jin Shaoyang,
Even if he is possessed by a drunkard, he is helpless.
Seeing him lying on the table without any resistance, Jin Shaoyang suddenly smiled.
In fact, Yan Xiaoyu looked very cute when he was sleeping. He was no longer arrogant and arrogant, and looked very well-behaved. At this moment, he was held in Jin Shaoyang's arms, pouting as if all disguises had been removed.
Jin Shaoyang carried him to the private room upstairs, and then opened the door with one hand. However, at this moment, Yan Xiaoyu, who had been quiet because he was asleep, suddenly shouted like a sleepwalker: "Get up! I don't want to be a slave.
People!... Get up! Get up! Get up!"
His roar startled Jin Shaoyang, and then he trembled instinctively. Because Jin Shaoyang was maintaining the posture of opening the door, Yan Xiaoyu, who was held by one hand, remained free with a "bang" because of his shaking.
The body fell and rolled to the ground.
Yan Xiaoyu, who was already drunk, was obviously unprepared, so when his butt and waist were in close contact with the ground, he frowned and then cried out in pain: "Fuck, my waist!"
Then he subconsciously rolled to the side, and then his knee hit the door frame gloriously, making another "bang" sound, and then another national curse was burst out: "Oh my God, who touched my knee?"
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Jin Shaoyang watched in stunned silence as Yan Xiaoyu completed such a series of actions with his eyes closed, and then immediately picked up Yan Xiaoyu from the ground after regaining consciousness: "Yan Xiaoyu, are you okay? Did you break it?"
It seemed that the pain had passed. Yan Xiaoyu tilted her head on his shoulder, groaned twice and then passed out again.
Jin Shaoyang reluctantly put Yan Xiaoyu on the bed, then hugged his body and slept next to him.
I have to say that although Yan Xiaoyu looks very thin, she is very comfortable to hold. Her skin is extremely delicate and her body is extremely warm.
Jin Shaoyang buried his face in his neck, and what hit his nose was the smell of bath rub. He didn't know what brand it was, but it smelled good, so he took a few greedy breaths.
However, at this moment, Yan Xiaoyu suddenly turned her head and closed her eyes and shouted at Jin Shaoyang again: "Little Swallow, you wear floral clothes and come here every spring. I asked Swallow why you came, and Swallow said, here...
...Eighteen bends on the mountain road!"
The corner of Jin Shaoyang's mouth twitched again, but Li Xiaoyu continued to sing: "Yo... descendants of the mountains...
I love the sun. The sun loves people in the mountains...
The mountain road here has eighteen bends, the waterway here has nine links, and the folk songs here are arranged in rows. The folk songs here have eighteen bends, which lead to the Tujia people’s Jinyinzhai. The nine links lead to the Tujia people’s Jewel Beach. Yeah...
"
Jin Shaoyang looked at him with a petrified look. After a while, he suddenly raised a strange smile, and then very calmly picked up Bedside Yan Xiaoyu's socks and stuffed them into his mouth == While singing a song, he was suddenly interrupted by Jian Xiaoyu
Yu Yu was obviously a little unhappy. He suddenly raised his hand and said hello to Jin Shaoyang's face. Seeing his dazed look with socks stuffed in his mouth and eyes closed, Jin Shaoyang suddenly felt very funny. Damn, how can this guy be so funny?
?
Jin Shaoyang grabbed his arm and pulled it hard in his direction. Yan Xiaoyu fell into his arms: "Oh..."
Because she encountered another bruise on her waist, Yan Xiaoyu frowned and groaned, then opened her hazy eyes and raised her fist dizzily to hit Jin Shaoyang.
"That's really bad!" Jin Shaoyang frowned, but his eyes became surprisingly gentle, almost drowning, and his voice was full of doting that Yan Xiaoyu had never felt before.
As he spoke, Jin Shaoyang restrained Yan Xiaoyu's hand that was waving randomly, and then walked out of bed.
Brokeback End is a place he often visits. He also knows all the special facilities and equipment. Pulling out a cabinet under the bed, he accurately found a bunch of interesting props== He glanced at Yan in amusement.
He whispered, then lowered his body and took out a finger-thick hemp rope from the cabinet.
At this time, Yan Xiaoyu was still on the bed, throwing out his fists and kicks like a koala. Jin Shaoyang returned to the bed, and then pulled Yan Xiaoyu into his arms.
Both hands and feet were tied up, and his lightning speed showed how proficient and exquisite his binding skills were.
However, Yan Xiaoyu seemed to be born looking for abuse. After being tied up, he stopped making trouble. Instead, he twisted his body and fell asleep on the side in an orderly manner.
Jin Shaoyang fondly rubbed his hair and took him into his arms. His noble and cold image shattered to pieces, but it was a pity that Yan Xiaoyu was too fast asleep to see him.