Paper Plane

The final exam of the second year of senior high school was held on a sunny day in early July. The ceiling fans hanging from the ceiling of the classroom were blowing non-stop. With the whistling wind above their heads, the students were writing **** the test papers and scratch paper.

A few days after the exam ended, the school held a parents' meeting. Yang Chengchuan has now become a prominent figure in Runcheng, so naturally he would not show up on such an occasion, not to mention Yang Xuan's few blank papers made his face extremely dull .

Tang Xiaonian was very active, he took a taxi to Runcheng No. 1 Middle School after work, and sat in the classroom ten minutes earlier. Since Tang Junhe entered school, Tang Xiaonian has never been absent from his parent meeting, and it is the same this time.

Tang Junhe's achievements this time also made her proud, but this time the object of her showing off has changed from those neighbors with short parents to Yang Chengchuan who always protects the eldest son.

In the past two years, the province has promoted quality education from top to bottom, and Runcheng No. 1 Middle School, as the city's key point, is the key object of promotion. The report card was sent to the parents, and was quickly accepted, but Tang Xiaonian quickly took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the report card in its entirety.

After returning home from the parent-teacher meeting, Tang Xiaonian showed Yang Chengchuan the report card on his mobile phone, and said in a showy tone, "Is it okay? The second grade is only a few points behind Chinese and English. Other subjects They are all higher than the number one in that grade."

Yang Chengchuan looked at the score column on the screen, and boasted with two birds with one stone: "Jun He's grades have never been bothered by adults, he is a smart boy, just like you."

"That's not true," Tang Xiaonian was not modest at all, "I used to be poor and couldn't afford to go to school, or why couldn't I be a college student?"

Yang Chengchuan wanted to restrain himself first, and said with a smile: "I believe this, it's just..." His words circled the back of his tongue twice, and then he expressed his thoughts for the past few days, "I think this child has some psychological problems. Let Xiaosun find a psychiatrist, and ask her to enlighten Jun He in a few days..."

Tang Xiaonian looked at him vigilantly: "What psychiatrist? What kind of psychological problem?"

"I think about what happened last time, and I feel a little scared," Yang Chengchuan explained, "The main reason is that he is afraid that his cleverness will not be used in the right way..." He has been thinking about this matter for a while, thinking of what Tang Junhe said at the time Yang Chengchuan couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat with the look on his face when he wanted to kill Zhou Lin—if Yang Xuan hadn't stopped this incident, not only his youngest son's future would have been ruined, but his own official career would also have been ruined. When things are exposed by the media in turn, the old account of their family will be stripped naked by reporters and the public.

Because of this matter, Yang Chengchuan regretted it for a while, why did he choose to marry Tang Xiaonian at that time. It is true that Tang Xiaonian can be said to be beautiful from the outside, but he is an uneducated shrew on the inside. Once she is angered, he will pour out swear words all over the body—the son Tang Xiaonian taught is the same as her. They are exactly the same, looking obedient and beautiful, but apart from the outside, they are a real little devil.

Yang Chengchuan asked himself that he has been good to Tang Junhe all these years. He has stuffed money and gifts into his hands during the New Year and holidays, but this child has never confiscated it once. He has never called him dad since he was a child. white-eyed wolf. He didn't expect Tang Junhe to take care of him until the end of his life, but if he really got a little sick in the future, I'm afraid Tang Junhe wouldn't show him a little bit of filial piety.

"You have a mental problem," Tang Xiaonian snatched his mobile phone from Yang Chengchuan, and cursed, "The rabbit bites even in a hurry. If he didn't tell me, I would have stabbed Zhou Lin to death a long time ago." Why don't you let him live until now? You mean I have mental problems too? Yang Chengchuan, stop pretending to be smart, relying on your good appearance and good background to force yourself to be a deputy mayor, you really think of yourself as a He's a character. If you say that being smart doesn't mean you're on the right path, no one in Runcheng dares to recognize you as the second..."

As soon as Tang Xiaonian mentioned Tang Junhe, his thoughts of protecting the calf began to swell continuously, and he didn't let go of his anger until he counted Yang Chengchuan from the inside out. Yang Chengchuan was so scolded that he couldn't lose face, he couldn't get angry, and couldn't bear to scold her, he thought in his heart that he couldn't care about like a shrew, so he put on his slippers and went to the study by himself.

The matter was left behind like this, and since then, Yang Chengchuan never mentioned the matter of finding a psychiatrist for Tang Junhe.

Tang Junhe didn't know anything about this matter. He took the summer vacation and began to think about earning money. He used to want to earn money to buy a bicycle, but now his goal has changed. He wants to earn money to buy a birthday present for Yang Xuan. Yang Xuan's birthday is at the end of October, so he can take advantage of the summer vacation to work part-time to earn money.

After thinking about it, he felt that he could only learn—then teach others how to learn, Tang Junhe thought so, went to the computer in the study and wrote a small advertisement, listing his tutoring subjects, time and contact information. After writing it down, I typed out more than a dozen pages with a printer.

That afternoon, while Tang Xiaonian was at work, Tang Junhe took the dozen or so pages of paper and ran to a residential area one kilometer away to post small advertisements all afternoon.

After posting the small advertisement, he went home and did his homework while waiting for business to come to him. Waiting until the third day, when Tang Xiaonian was on holiday for the weekend, Tang Junhe still didn't get his first order. It was Tang Xiaonian who enrolled him in a class at New Oriental and asked him to attend a two-hour English tutoring class every morning.

Tang Junhe didn't say anything, he never disliked going to school. The next morning, Tang Junhe went to the remedial class with his schoolbag on his back.

When school was over at noon, someone was distributing the leaflets of the remedial class at the door. He took them one by one and held them in his hand. He read them as he walked, wondering why his small advertisement didn't attract business.

After reading it, he stuffed a stack of leaflets into the trash can, and went home to face his study and made a facelift of his small advertisement—he listed all his math scores in the senior high school entrance examination and the Olympiad awards he had won. above, and then printed out dozens of copies.

Waiting until the next day to go to the remedial class, Tang Junhe took advantage of the time when get out of class was over at noon, stood at the door of the remedial class, and together with the person who distributed the leaflets, put small advertisements in the hands of passing students' parents, attracting that person Frequently looked in his direction.

He didn't have many small advertisements in his hand, and he finished sending them out soon. Just as he was about to clap his hands and go home, a parent with a child walked towards him with the small advertisement he just sent.

"You teach?" The parent looked at him.

Tang Junhe nodded.

"Is it true that the high school entrance examination score is perfect?" The parent continued to ask, "Isn't it false propaganda?"

"I have the usual monthly exam papers to testify." Tang Junhe said seriously, then took out his student ID card from his schoolbag and showed it to the parent, "This is my student ID card."

The parent was a woman in her early thirties, with a shrewd face, looked at him with some distrust and said, "The grades are pretty good, but do you have experience?" She lowered her head and pouted her chin at her child, "Teach me She, my daughter, is in the second grade of junior high school."

Before Tang Junhe could speak, the little girl with the ponytail shook her mother's arm and whispered, "Mom, I want him to teach..."

"...Stop clamoring for my little brother to teach you because you look good-looking," the parent scolded her with his head down, "It's time to learn!"

"I promise to study hard." The little girl vowed and then glanced at Tang Junhe carefully.

"Go back and make a comparison," the parent said to Tang Junhe before pulling the little girl away, "I'll call you later if I'm sure."

Tang Junhe nodded and said, "Yes."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the mother was about to lead the little girl and turn around, the little girl cried "wow", clamoring that Tang Junhe must come and teach her, otherwise she would stay where she was and refused to go home.

Tang Junhe remained silent, standing aside and looking at her.

The mother scolded and coaxed, seeing that the little girl refused to eat, she had no other choice, so she turned her face and said to Tang Junhe: "Then you come and teach her, can you give a lesson first in the afternoon?"

Tang Junhe nodded: "Yes."

The little girl closed her mouth and calmed down, sniffed her nose, and looked at Tang Junhe triumphantly.

That afternoon, Tang Junhe went to give the little girl a trial lecture for an hour. Facing outsiders, he has always hidden his emotions very well, so when he was lecturing questions to the little girl, although some questions were indeed a bit idiotic, he didn't show any emotions on his face.

Naturally, there was no suspense in the end—the little girl worked hard to learn a class in order to let Tang Junhe stay as her tutor, and she was stunned to learn the topic that she hadn't figured out before.

Tang Junhe received 80 yuan, and he was in a good mood. He bought an ice cream on the way, and walked slowly towards the bus station while eating.

On a summer afternoon, the path leading to the bus station was clean and tidy. He walked under the dense shade of trees, and his eyes glanced at the street signs inadvertently. The bar that the whole class went to during Ying Hui's birthday last time seemed to be on this road, he suddenly thought of this, and couldn't help turning his head to search for that store.

He couldn't help guessing where Yang Xuan had been recently—when the summer vacation came, Yang Xuan's whereabouts became more unpredictable. He often went out in the afternoon and came back at night. Sometimes Tang Junhe had already lay down before hearing The sound of a door being pushed outside.

One day last week, Tang Junhe didn't wait for Yang Xuan to come back before going to bed, so he hid in the bathroom, wanting to wait until Yang Xuan pushed the door to come in, and then pushed the door to go out by himself, creating an illusion that they just ran into each other .

If he can't see Yang Xuan before going to bed, he can't help but think about Yang Xuan over and over again. He thinks about Yang Xuan too much, even in his dreams, he doesn't want to have any more spring dreams about Yang Xuan. He felt that his feelings for Yang Xuan should not be mixed with that dirty and ugly desire, although that desire did bring him unprecedented pleasure.

After eleven o'clock in the evening, Yang Xuan finally came back. Through the frosted glass window, Tang Junhe saw Yang Xuan push the door and walk in. He wanted to count dozens in his mind before going out, but when he counted to "6", he couldn't help but opened the door of the bathroom.

Yang Xuan was standing at the entrance, one hand propped on the wall to change his slippers, when he heard the voice, he glanced in his direction.

Tang Junhe pretended to have just woken up, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "You came back so late?"

Yang Xuan seemed to say "um", maybe not, Tang Junhe felt that he was a little far away and couldn't hear clearly, so he walked a few steps towards Yang Xuan, looked at him and asked, "Where did you go? "

Yang Xuan ignored him at first, changed his shoes, and started to walk towards his room. While opening the lock with his back bowed and his head bowed, he asked, "Wait for me?"

Now, it was Tang Junhe's turn to be stunned. He didn't expect his "encounter plan" to be seen through so easily.

Yang Xuan gave a low laugh, then opened the door and entered the room, leaving Tang Junhe standing there with a look of astonishment.

Thinking about the scene last week, Tang Junhe walked to the door of the bar called "Make it". From the outside, this bar doesn't look very big, and the eerie blue atmosphere at night is gone in the daylight. The bar was only half open, and it didn't seem to be the time of day.

"So early?" The waiter who was standing at the door that day saw the figure outside from the store and came out to ask. He had a good memory, and Tang Junhe had another impressive face. The man remembered him and asked casually, "Come to find Yang Xuan?"

Tang Junhe felt a strong feeling in his heart—Yang Xuan should be here, he looked at the man and said, "Yes."

The man raised his finger and pointed upwards: "Upstairs."

"What is he doing?" Tang Junhe asked.

"Upstairs in the billiards hall to watch the scene."

Tang Junhe thought for a while and said, "Then can I go up and have a look?"

"Go ahead," said the man.