This teacher still has the same problem. Catching someone who is worse at chess than him is like a cat catching a mouse. He has to play with it. "You don't want to cook? And, the script?"
"Fine."
Father Li was still unfinished, "You read the script here and leave as soon as you finish reading it."
Student: "Teacher, I also want to try your eel noodles."
"Get out of here right away after reading this!"
As soon as Li's father took pictures of the script, he said, "You've already eaten three meals. If it wasn't to entertain you, I wouldn't know how to cook."
He has a high status in the family.
and--
He wanted to stretch his muscles after dinner.
Father Li went to cook.
The student sighed and spread out the script called "Twelve Citizens".
to be honest.
The teacher really doesn't know how to comfort people, so he probably uses his only ability to coax his wife.
However, the student accidentally glanced at the script and saw that eleven people were in favor of guilt and No. 8 alone was in favor of innocence——
This script is somewhat interesting.
He became fully focused.
"...If you hold the right to kill in your hands, but you kill an innocent person, what is the difference between you and the murderer?!" When No. 8 said this, he couldn't bear it.
He kept slapping the table and applauding.
After seeing No. 7 crying and complaining that the school asked him to cooperate and he cooperated as a juror, but who cooperated with him, "...don't think I don't understand what this guy said. He said that he was just talking about the same thing for a long time.
Isn’t it? Doesn’t he just want me to understand that a child’s life is more important than a popsicle? I understand, I understand everything! But can you hear what I say? You will never hear it!”
The student probably understands why the teacher asked him to read this book.
Among the eleven jurors, each has his own motivation for doing things, some want to end it quickly, some have regional discrimination, some have their own experiences; some simply lack their own channels to express their opinions; and many others just follow the crowd.
, whether they are mathematics professors, old people or insurance salesmen, they are all accustomed to standing in most perspectives and do not think deeply at all——
This is the same as those who are talking about him.
Although he was not relieved, he got some encouragement in his heart.
Just like No. 8's line, "I feel that a piece of testimony that can kill someone must be so accurate."
Just like the teacher once said: "The truth is not in the hands of a few people, nor in the hands of the majority, but in the hands of those who are capable of thinking."
“It’s so well written.”
The student felt that the script was much more comforting than his teacher's words.
This script was really written into his heart, making him feel warm in his heart, just like a small boat, driven farther and farther away from the shore by the ocean current. Just when he was anxious, suddenly there was a warm current towards the shore.
I pushed him, and I felt an indescribable feeling. I don't know whether it was moved or something else. In short, a thousand words were combined into one sentence: "Teacher, you have found a good son-in-law."
He is worthy of being the devil’s husband.
"Keep your voice down!"
Father Li came out of the kitchen and felt relieved after hearing the sound of the piano in the piano room.
He acquiesced, but there was another who disagreed.
"This script is amazing."
The students think the teacher’s son-in-law is really good.
"good."
Father Li felt that just like that, the script still had flaws.
"Tsk."
The student understood it, and the script flattered his father-in-law to his heart.
Li's father told him: "After reading it, put the script there and don't spread it outside."
"I just sat there for two hours, talking about the script. What should I tell you?"
The student felt that the teacher was too contemptuous and said, "You are really good at forgetting your students when you have a son-in-law. If you leave, don't send them away. I won't eat your eel noodles. I'll go find my wife. My father-in-law and mother-in-law can treat me as a child."
precious--"
"Hey!"
Father Li looked at his back and said, "When did I treat you to eel noodles?"
He invited his wife to eat again.
At the dinner table, he said to Mother Li: "Your daughter sent you some science fiction novel that praises the teacher. Do you want to read it?"
Mother Li pulled her hair behind her ears, looking dignified and elegant.
Old Li Tou was fascinated by what he saw.
His wife was so fairy-like that she looked exactly like Lin Daiyu in Dream of Red Mansions, sitting in front of the piano. Her figure and temperament really captivated him at first, and she would be captivated for the rest of his life, especially when she cried. When she cried, Lao Li was stunned.
I can't help but feel pity for her.
His daughter is no good, she looks like Xue Baochai.
cry?
This is something that can only come about if you are moved.
The mother and daughter quarreled and became angry. As long as her mother cried, nothing happened to the daughter. She would even cook a meal of her own in the kitchen and then greet them: "Come, eat."
Sometimes her mother even suspects that she hugged her daughter wrongly.
But when it comes to talent in music, good guy, who dares to say that her daughter didn't come out of her belly, so who is she worried about?
This topic cannot be discussed.
Because at the end of the discussion, the blame lies entirely with his genes.
"never mind."
Father Li didn't wait for Mother Li to answer: "You don't like science fiction to begin with."
Mother Li said: "Let me take a look."
***
The cell phone rang.
"My dad's phone number."
The two kissing people separated, and Li Qingning almost whispered.
She got off Jiang Yang's lap, touched his head, and asked him to take a shower quickly. Jiang Yang had just returned from running and hadn't had time to take a shower yet.
There is one more person running today.
Teacher Wen also went there and wanted to compete with the uncle in blue clothes. However, he was not as good as Jiang Yang.
The old man in blue is still riding fast, and even seems to be getting more relaxed as he runs.
Thinking about it, one person is not enough to defeat him, so if he comes with another one, he will certainly run like a tiger.
When he came out of the shower, Li Qingning had already finished calling her father.
She was sitting on the sofa with a strange expression.
Jiang Yang: "What's wrong?"
Li Qingning: "There's something wrong with the old lady."
She actually read the novel and then gave it a pretty good review. This is very wrong.
Old Li Tou also felt that something was wrong with his wife.
They played chess last night, and his wife tortured him three times and actually let him win one. This is so abnormal.
Jiang Yang sat down, "That means my writing is good."
Li Qingning shook his head.
This old lady has a habit of beating her up. As long as she doesn't play the piano, the best evaluation she gets for anything she likes and gets good grades is "just like that", which is almost as good as unsatisfactory. This husband is also among them.
If you suddenly say something good, there must be a conspiracy.
She was thinking: "What's the conspiracy?"
Jiang Yang felt that she was thinking too much, "Maybe it's because she praised the teacher?"
"whispering sound."
Li Qingning was disdainful. She must find out this conspiracy and have endless fun fighting her mother.
After breakfast, Sister Xia drove them to the company and said goodbye in the parking lot. Li Qingning told him: "Don't keep playing games."
Jiang Yang reassured her that he was very self-disciplined.
Li Qingning shook his head and took Sister Xia to the elevator.
When Jiang Yang entered the company, it was not yet work time. Han Xiaoxiao and the others had just opened the door and were cleaning. Seeing that Jiang Yang had come so early, Han Xiaoxiao hurriedly checked the time on his phone and said, "That's right.
, there are still five minutes until work, I thought I remembered it wrong."
"Old Han, you are good at yin and yang."
Jiang Yang sat on the sofa, "Don't we have a cleaning lady in our company?"
Han Xiaoxiao: "You just know, do you think Lao Zhou will hire a cleaning lady?"
"This grandson should really hang up a street light. I condemn him for you."
Jiang Yang took out his mobile phone and said, "Mouse, hurry up, you are not active even when playing games, what can you do."
Zhou Hao quickly received the news, "I'm not doing my job day by day, just playing games, can I do something serious? Don't think that you can't work hard because you have some talent! Let me tell you, we must come up with ten plans today!"
Jiang Yang was surprised.
He looked back at Han Xiaoxiao, "He was walking further and further on the road where the street lights were hanging."
Han Xiaoxiao rubbed his temples, "I must not have woken up."
Ding!
Jiang Yang's cell phone rang and he got a 1 yuan red envelope.