I asked you to take your sister to school, and you fell in love with the teacher.

After the separation, Jiang Ning was in trouble.

Let's talk about Jiang Ning.

After he separated from Zhang Mengqing, he did not leave the school directly, but contacted his former high school teacher.

When the high school teacher learned that Jiang Ning had returned to school, he was very happy to invite him to his home.

Coincidentally, the teacher Jiang Ning was going to visit was also surnamed Zhang, full name Zhang Shanhe, and was also a Chinese teacher.

"Teacher Zhang, I'm downstairs in the family area, but there are too many buildings here. Which one is Building No. 8?"

Jiang Ning held the phone in his hand, looked up at the densely packed buildings, and felt that he had no idea where to start.

Because when he was in high school, he only moved around in the teaching area, and this was the first time he came to the family area where the teachers lived.

"You're here so soon. Wait for me here. I'll come out now."

Not long after the phone call was hung up, Jiang Ning heard someone calling his name.

It was a man over fifty years old, wearing a green striped shirt, black trousers, and a bunch of keys hanging around his waist.

Standard middle-aged male teacher's outfit.

After not seeing each other for a few years, Zhang Shanhe's appearance has not changed much, except that there are some age spots on his face and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are deeper.

Old Zhang used to have black hair that made teachers of the same age envy him, but now he can only find black hair among white hair.

After five years of reunion, when Jiang Ning saw Zhang Shanhe again, a thought flashed through his mind: Old Zhang is really old.

His back is not as straight as before, and his pace has slowed down.

As Jiang Ning's generation gradually matures, the previous generation is also slowly getting old.

"Teacher Zhang, I know you like to drink tea, so I brought some tea."

"It's not expensive, it's a specialty of my hometown, I hope you like it."

Jiang Ning handed the gift box prepared in advance to Zhang Shanhe.

When he was in school, Zhang Shanhe always kept a cup of tea in his hand, and every time he said a few words on the podium, he would drink a cup of tea and rest for a while.

So it's right to give Zhang tea.

"You kid, come here if you want, why are you still taking things?"

Although Zhang Shanhe's tone was full of blame, he couldn't stop smiling on his face.

He has devoted his whole life to the cause of education, watching batches of students go ashore, and it can be said that his students are all over the world.

Unfortunately, most graduates never contacted him after leaving school, and there were very few students like Jiang Ning who were willing to come back to visit.

Zhang Shanhe was not happy that he received tea, but that it was rare that there were students who remembered him.

"Let's go. I've made tea at home. Let's drink and chat." Zhang Shanhe patted Jiang Ning's shoulder vigorously, feeling a little emotional.

After not seeing each other for a few years, the naive child has now become a mature adult.

...

Zhang Shanhe's home is on the third floor. There is no elevator in this family area, so you can only walk up and down the stairs.

Fortunately, the third floor is not difficult to climb. If it were the sixth or seventh floor, it would be a bit overwhelming.

Click.

Zhang Shanhe turned the door handle, pushed the door open and walked in.

The house assigned to him by the school has three bedrooms and one living room. Everything in the house is neatly arranged and in order.

There are also two pots of green plants on the balcony, which looks pleasing to the eye.

Jiang Ning seriously suspected that Lao Zhang had obsessive-compulsive disorder, otherwise how could he clean the house so cleanly without any mess.

When Zhang Shanhe returned home, he first turned on the TV to make some noise at home, and then took out a set of pure silver tea sets from the cabinet.

A set of tea sets like this costs a lot of money, and it can easily cost four or even five figures.

Generally speaking, this kind of tea set is bought home for collection and is rarely used.

It can be seen that Zhang Shanhe attaches great importance to Jiang Ning as a guest.

"Jiang Ning, sit down casually, don't be restrained, just like you are at home."

"Okay." Jiang Ning responded, but still sat upright and very polite.

"Teacher Zhang, how are you recently?"

"Not bad, I went through the retirement procedures last year, and now I go to the park every day to take a walk and play chess."

No wonder Zhang Shanhe asked Jiang Ning to come to his house to sit, it turned out that he had retired and did not continue to teach at school.

"That's good, after retirement, I have more time, and I can discuss going out for a trip with my teacher's wife." Jiang Ning joked.

Zhang Shanhe's opinion is the same as his: "I do have plans to travel recently, but I haven't decided yet."

"It's mainly because you

The master's wife hasn't confirmed it yet. She's been busy decorating her new house recently. "

"Teacher Zhang bought a new house? Congratulations!"

Zhang Shanhe said with a smile: "The main reason is that the children at home are getting older, and we as parents have to help prepare the wedding house in advance. That's why your master's wife is so concerned about the decoration."

Jiang Ning nodded in approval: "House decoration is a major event in life. There are too many twists and turns in it. If you are not careful, you will step on thunder. It is better to have someone watching."

"Jiang Ning, you seem to have a lot of experience in decoration. Are you working in a decoration company now?"

"No, my current job is to write online articles, which is the so-called home squat." Jiang Ning teased himself.

"Really? Then congratulations, you have successfully realized your original dream."

"I didn't expect Teacher Zhang to still remember this. "Jiang Ning was very surprised.

When he was in high school, his dream was to write a novel. He just mentioned it to Zhang Shanhe in the office at that time. He didn't expect that Zhang Shanhe still remembered it now.

"Of course I remember it. I have taught so many classes of students, but you are the one who impressed me the most."

Zhang Shanhe said while brewing Kung Fu tea, and the whole living room was filled with rich tea fragrance.

"I still remember that every time we took the Chinese exam, other people wrote three-paragraph essays, but only yours was a novel."

"I even called you to the office to talk about this. Do you remember it?"

"I remember it." Jiang Ning nodded.

"At that time, you said that I had good writing skills, but I just didn't want to write well. I always liked to write some illusory things."

Zhang Shanhe responded: "I said that because I wanted to help you improve your Chinese grades. Young people don't know the good intentions of the elderly! "

In fact, Jiang Ning understood the truth. Writing argumentative essays in the Chinese language exam will definitely get higher scores than writing novels.

Back then, he was like an alien who was out of tune with the world. Zhang Shanhe tried hard to bring him back to the mainstream.

Hearing Zhang Shanhe teasing him that he was an old man, Jiang Ning shook his head: "Teacher Zhang is not old. To be more precise, he is still sharp as a sword."

"As expected of a great writer, he speaks so nicely." Zhang Shanhe laughed.

"You speak so nicely. Do you have a girlfriend now?"