"Please ask Mr. Secretary to bring this to Mr. Feng." After Tan Zhao finished speaking, he turned back to find Feng Xiulan.
The secretary was stunned. He didn't expect the current high school teacher to be so sharp, but he probably wouldn't be able to say this unless he wanted to lose his job.
Tan Zhao didn't expect that the other party would really take his words to heart. If a parent becomes irresponsible, even a knife from heaven and rain can't stop him.
"Let's go, do you still want to be hospitalized?"
Feng Xiulan stubbornly used a cane and was determined not to use a wheelchair. Tan Zhao could only let him go and slowly returned to the flat floor. Fortunately, this was the elevator floor, otherwise climbing the stairs would have been a problem.
Tan Zhao sent the people there, put down the medicine, and prepared to leave.
As soon as he walked to the door, the sound of crutches falling suddenly came from behind. When he turned his head, he saw his little classmate looking awkward: "Teacher Su..."
"Um?"
"If Teacher Su has no place to go, you can... you can come back and live."
Tan Zhao was stunned and leaned lazily against the door. His outstanding appearance gave him a different kind of light: "Teacher Su has a place to go, so he can't come and stay?"
These words made little classmate Feng Taitai unable to answer them.
"Okay, I'm not joking. Some time ago, teachers were tight on money. Now that teachers have been paid, it's not like they live in the students' homes. If you need anything, you can call the teacher on WeChat. Be good."
From birth to now, this was... the first time that Feng Xiulan was coaxed like this. His ears were red and he didn't know what to say. When he saw that the person was seriously about to leave, he blurted out: "No, I can rent it to the teacher."
"really?"
In the afternoon of the same day, Tan Zhao carried his suitcase and moved into the large flat floor of the luxury community again. The rent was RMB 1,000, which was very cheap. His junior classmate originally only charged RMB 100. However, although Tan Zhao did not know much about prices,
I also know that one hundred is definitely not enough.
"Let's just celebrate the teacher's move to a new home. Let's go out to a restaurant."
Whenever Tan had some money in his pocket, he wanted to spend it. Anyway, if he had no money, he could still eat in the canteen, so of course he did it according to his temper.
After eating, the two of them walked back. Feng Xiulan was still leaning on crutches, but Tan Zhao was walking behind him and on the outside, and suddenly said: "Over at the police station, we still need you to make a record."
Feng Xiulan responded in a low voice: "Oh."
"Aren't you curious who bribed them to beat you?"
Feng Xiulan was silent this time.
After entering the door of the house, Young Man Feng suddenly said: "I know who it is, but it's useless."
It's useless, he was born with original sin, and everyone who knows him thinks he is born bad, but it doesn't matter, as long as he gives it a while, he can leave here and go to a place where no one knows him.
As for Teacher Su... Feng Xiulan darkened his eyes, he is a good person.
This has obviously touched the young man's heart. There are blood scabs on it, but it is still oozing with blood. The love and hate between young people are always clearer. Even if he coldly wraps up all the young Feng, I am afraid only Feng Xiulan knows what is inside.
.
Tan Zhao did not rashly tear open the blood scab for others.
The next day was Sunday. Tan Zhao was going to go to the bookstore. He asked Feng Juvenile if he wanted to go, so he went out alone.
But as soon as he walked out of the community, a person who looked like a bodyguard stopped him: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Su Jinglin Su?"
"I am, I don't know..."
"My husband invites you to have a cup of tea."
As the saying goes, there is no good tea. Tan Zhao looked at the private car listening not far away. Although he didn't know much about cars, he could probably guess its beautiful price: "Okay."
After driving to the tea house and passing through three doors, Tan Zhao finally saw the true face of this gentleman.
Unexpectedly, it was a young man in his thirties. Of course, he called himself Feng.
The word "Feng" passed through Tan Zhao's throat without taking the initiative to speak.
"Teacher Su, my uncle is not at home. I heard that Xiu Lan injured his leg. I wonder what the situation is like?"
Feng Xiulan was born with beautiful features, and even though he had grown wildly for many years, he could not hide his handsomeness. The young man named Feng had much rougher facial features, but there were two similarities between his eyebrows.
He is a relative of Young Master Feng. Tan Zhao shook his head: "Since Mr. Feng cares, why bother asking me, an outsider? Wouldn't it be better to go directly to Feng Xiulan?"
"..." Somehow, a hint of impatience flashed across Mr. Feng's face, "Teacher Su doesn't know something. My Xiulan has had some conflicts with her family in recent years and doesn't want to see us relatives."
"Ah?" Tan Zhao expressed doubts at the right time.
Mr. Feng looked embarrassed for a moment, and immediately told the story about Feng Xiulan: "You are Xiulan's teacher, and I won't hide it from you. When Xiulan was born..."
After hearing this, Tan Zhao looked blank. He, a person who has been around for so long in ancient times, is not as superstitious as these people.
In fact, Tan Zhao originally imagined something like a stepmother and a stepfather, a bloody drama about two sons taking over the family property, but in fact, the truth is far more absurd than the imagination.
The Feng family's parents are Feng Xiulan's biological parents, and from Mr. Feng's description, they are very loving. They have two sons, Feng Xiulan is the younger son.
It is said that the longer the business goes on, the more superstitious it becomes. When Feng's mother was pregnant, she was pregnant with twins, but when she gave birth to twins, only Feng Xiulan survived.
Mr. Feng asked a Feng Shui master to find out, and he said that Feng Xiulan's horoscope "attacked all directions" and "robbed" the nutrients of his sister in her mother's womb. If she was raised in front of her, it would definitely be detrimental to her relatives.
The Feng couple had originally longed for a daughter, but after hearing such words, they immediately sent Feng Xiulan to her grandmother's house without even giving her a name. It is said that Feng Xiulan's name was given by her grandmother.
A few years ago, Feng Xiulan's grandmother died of illness, and she was "naturally" considered to have died.
"Mr. Feng, the country has popularized feudal superstition for so many years. I thought it was no longer necessary. But when I see you today, I feel that the country is still very far-sighted." Tan Zhaoru said.
"you--"
"Since Mr. Feng has nothing to say, I will leave."
As soon as Tan Zhao stood up, a voice came from the opposite side, with a full threatening tone: "As a high school teacher, Teacher Su shouldn't want others to know that you are a bad gambler, right?"
Gee, this threatening look is exactly the same as Brother Tiger who runs an underground casino, and Brother Tiger is currently in prison and serving jail time: "Do you have any evidence?"
"I..." Of course there is evidence.
Of course, these words were not finished, because when Tan Zhao said this, he crushed a tea cup into powder with such understatement, just like threatening people in martial arts novels: "Do you know who reported Brother Hu's casino?
?Young man, you’re not very well-informed.”
Mr. Feng was beginning to feel a little scared. Even though the Chinese teacher these days is more handsome than him, he actually had such a tough idea: "You, aren't you afraid that Brother Hu will come out to retaliate against you?"
Tan Zhao didn't sit down anymore, wiped the powder off his hands, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses: "Do you think he didn't do it?"
"Before you threaten someone next time, remember to ask for more information. Please remember, Mr. Feng, that I am just an ordinary Chinese teacher, not a bad gambler." Tan Zhao adjusted his sleeves, walked to the door, and added, "
If there are any rumors outside, I will be very happy to come to Mr. Feng for tea. After all, I am alone and have nothing to be afraid of."
After coming out of the teahouse, Tan Zhao went to the bookstore. This time no one invited him to drink tea.
This Mr. Feng had inexplicably talked so much with him, talking about Feng's father, Feng's mother, and even a bunch of relatives of the Feng family, but he didn't talk about Feng's eldest son.
Tsk, this family business is more troublesome than fighting for the heir in ancient times, and it's not very interesting.
He went back with the book and packed two dishes. It was already dark. Tan Zhao opened the door and walked in. He saw a pair of dark eyes in the darkness at the entrance.
"Oh my god, you are scaring people to death!"
Feng Xiulan, who was originally dumbfounded, suddenly his eyes lit up: "Teacher Su?"
Tan Zhao lit the light in the entrance hall: "If it weren't for me, I could still be a ghost. I want you to do your homework well. What are you doing here?"
Feng Xiulan was carried to the sofa with one hand a little stupidly, and was given a cup of warm milk tea. Then he blinked: "He... didn't tell you?"
Tan Zhaogang sent the book back to the room, and now returned to the entrance to deliver the packed meals to the dining table: "You saw it, is he really your relative?"
The young man was quiet and didn't speak.
"You said something specious. You are the teacher's student. Although you got into fights and skipped class and got poor grades, the teacher believes you are a good child. There is no reason to believe him but not you?" Tan Zhao took out two pairs of bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen.
Speech is relaxed and natural.
"ah?"
"Ah, what? You injured your leg, not your hand. Do you still need the teacher to feed you?"
Feng Xiulan quickly refused, that would be terrible, okay?
After finishing the meal with difficulty, he wanted to ask several times, but was blocked by food several times. After taking the medicine after the meal, Young Feng finally couldn't hold it in anymore: "Teacher Su, those are all true."
"What's real or fake?" Tan Zhao put the bowl into the dishwasher. Well, the dishwasher is really a great invention of mankind. "Their older generation just has feudal superstition. You are a young high school student.
, if you don’t study hard and think about this all day long, no wonder your grades are so poor.”
"No, my grades are poor just because I didn't pay attention to the lectures!"
Tan Zhao reached out and rubbed the boy's head: "In front of the teacher, it makes sense for you not to listen carefully to the class!"
"I..." I was speechless.
Tan Zhao's voice suddenly became warm: "You didn't do anything wrong, not from the beginning to the end, so kids, let's simulate the college entrance examination for five years and three years to understand it?"
Feng Xiulan touched Teacher Su's eyes. Even though they were wearing cold glasses, he still didn't dare to look at them. He was good at facing other people's malice, but never knew how to deal with other people's kindness. He thought about it and said
He expressed his own thoughts: "Teacher Su, I don't want to study."