The secret war is silent

Half an hour is neither long nor short.

"Comrade Di Ting, we are all in the mountain city anyway. As long as we find time, there is still a chance to meet!" Mr. Wu took the initiative to end the conversation.

His time is also calculated carefully.

"Yes, I also want to have more opportunities to listen to Mr. Wu's teachings." Luo Yao said sincerely.

"There is a chance." Mr. Wu chuckled, and he could feel the sincerity in Luo Yao's eyes.

"It's almost time. It's time for me to leave. In this position, you must be cautious and thorough." Mr. Wu warned.

"clear."

After Luo Yao sent Mr. Wu away, he quickly erased all traces in the house, closed the door and left quickly.

…

In the car, Mr. Wu opened the document bag Luo Yao had just given him and took out a stack of documents inside.

Of course, the paper used is ordinary manuscript paper without any markings, which can be bought on the market. This kind of paper will not reveal any identity.

So does ink.

The beautiful and neat Song script came into view, and Mr. Wu couldn't help showing a hint of surprise. This was definitely handwriting, he could tell.

But he can write such beautiful handwriting in Song script. He has seen so much, but few people can do it. As expected, people who do intelligence work can't do it without special skills.

No information can be found on this paper, the Song font, or even the ink, because Song font is a printed font and cannot be investigated from the handwriting. The manuscript paper used is also common, and the ink is a common blue-black ink used for writing.

When Mr. Wu saw the contents on the manuscript paper, his expression changed slightly. Maybe it was because of the poor lighting in the car. He quickly stuffed the manuscript paper into the document bag.

Director Qian, who was familiar with Mr. Wu, saw the situation and immediately understood that the contents of the document bag handed over by Luo Yao were extremely important. Otherwise, Mr. Wu, who had always remained unchanged despite the collapse of the mountain, would not have changed like that.

After Luo Yao left, he quickly hailed a rickshaw.

Halfway through, he stopped again, put on his original clothes, rolled up the set of ready-made clothes he bought, and threw them casually to a beggar on the roadside.

Then, Luo Yao hailed a rickshaw, gave the name of the elementary school where Luo Nan went to school, and took him away.

Around ten forty.

Luo Yao arrived at the gate of the primary school where Luo Nan went to school, got off the bus and paid the fare.

Luo Yao breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see Luo Nan at the door again. At least the school hadn't done everything so well.

"Stop, who are you here? This is a school?" The school gate was closed, leaving only a small door for entry and exit. He was stopped by the guard.

"I am a parent of a student. The teacher asked me to come."

"At that age, which class are you in?"

"First grade deck, Luo Nan."

"Oh, are you Luo Nan's parent?" The guard's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Yes, I am her father."

"You look young, why are your children already in first grade?" The guard looked at Luo Yao and asked curiously.

"Maybe I look young?" Luo Yao chuckled. There was no need to explain, but he didn't look young either?

There's something wrong with this guard's vision.

"Okay, you go in. This girl Luo Nan is famous in the whole school. She, a little girl in the first grade, beat up the boy in the third grade. That was very satisfying. That kid is really not a thing. He often bullies other things. If not Relying on the power of the family, hey..." The guard was also helpless. What could ordinary people do when they encountered such a rich and powerful official's son?

"Thank you." After Luo Yao heard this, he felt at ease. People who are not related to him all say this, so you are obviously not his daughter's problem.

Luo Yao has only been to school once, outside the school, and he really doesn't know what's going on inside the school. Where is the first-grade classroom and where is the teacher's office? It's really a blur.

However, as a special agent, this was not difficult for him. He first went to Luo Nan's classroom to confirm where his daughter was.

Classrooms are easy to find. There is a sign in front of each classroom. Unless you are illiterate, as long as you can read, it will be easy to find.

The school should be in class at the moment, so most of the students are in class, and only a few who may have extracurricular physical education classes are on the playground.

Luo Yao quickly found the first-grade Class A where Luo Nan was. The children were taking Chinese classes. The Chinese teacher was a man, about thirty years old, who was teaching the children to read "Compassion for the Farmers". this poem. (I haven’t checked it. I don’t know if it is taught in the first-grade textbooks of the Republic of China. Everyone takes things seriously)

"It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil..."

This poem will naturally be deeply touched by children in rural areas, especially Luo Nan who has worked in the fields with his parents since he was a child.

As for children in cities, they don’t have that life experience and have no idea of ​​the hard work of farmers. Every grain of rice and every meal is hard-earned.

This is especially true now.

Looking through the classroom window, he saw Luo Nan sitting in the second seat in the middle of the front row. He was too familiar with that figure from behind.

The sound of reading aloud in the classroom reached his ears, and the sound of children's immature reading sounded quite relieving to Luo Yao.

Nice to hear.

Since class was going on, Luo Yao didn't want to be disturbed and quietly stepped back to avoid being discovered by the children inside and affecting the children's class.

"Hey, sir, are you a parent of a student?" A questioning voice came from behind. Luo Yao turned his head and saw a young woman wearing an apricot woolen coat and holding a few books in her arms. .

Judging from his temperament, he should be a school teacher.

"Yes, I am a parent of a student." Luo Yao nodded.

"Luo Yao." The woman suddenly pointed at Luo Yao and shouted, but Luo Yao was startled. He didn't seem to recognize him.

"Luo Yao, are you Luo Yao from the 33rd year of the Mathematics Department?" the woman asked again.

"Who are you?" Luo Yao was completely confused. He hadn't heard the title "Third and Third Class" for a long time. Could it be that the woman in front of him was his alumnus? If she was a classmate, he wouldn't be able to recognize her. The problem was, what was he talking about? The woman in front of me had no impression at all.

"Oh, I'm Zhou Ran, a graduate of the 32nd class, but I'm not a math major, I'm a music major." Zhou Ran explained.

"Music department?" Luo Yaoxin said. No wonder, mathematics is a science subject, and the music department is a liberal arts subject. However, he has not had much artistic talent since he was a child. He rarely interacts with art students in school, and basically does not know the girls in the music department.

However, it was strange that he had never been in contact with a girl from the music department. How could the other girl know him? He couldn't help but become wary.

This is an instinctive and natural reaction after becoming a spy.

"Hello, Miss Zhou." Luo Yao politely took a step back, keeping a certain distance.

"Why, you can't remember, don't you recognize me?" Zhou Ran showed a look of disappointment on his face, "Yan Feng, you know, he slept with you in school, and his girlfriend was in the same class as me, Hu Xiaoling, you You always know, right?"

Luo Yao was stunned. Of course he remembered Yan Feng. After all, he was his roommate for four years. In those green years, the purest friendship was not mixed with any other factors.

Yan Feng is different from him. He is the most unprofessional student in the mathematics department, and his grades are at the bottom of the class. However, he has a good face and is a famous figure in the school. He is also a member of the literary club, drama club, loudspeaker association, etc. There is his voice and shadow.

Luo Yao was a relatively honest person in school, with average academic performance and rarely participated in literary and artistic activities.

He is one of the silent few.

Occasionally, Yan Feng would drag him to participate in some activities, but basically he would be an audience member down there, serving as a head coach.

Yan Feng's girlfriend, Hu Xiaoling, whom he has met, is very beautiful, can speak and dance, and has a good family background.

Children from ordinary families cannot engage in art, and their stomachs are not full, so how can they have the energy to engage in those romantic affairs?

But this Zhou Ran, he didn't have much impression.

"I knew you must have forgotten me. At the graduation ceremony of the senior brothers in the 24th year of the Republic of China, we performed together. It was a large chorus, and I was one of the lead singers. During rehearsals, you were always out of tune. Later, , Yan Feng thought of a way for you to just open your mouth and make no sound, so that others can't tell whether you sang or not..."

Luo Yao remembered this embarrassing incident. It was one of the few things that made him feel embarrassed in college. He once wanted to stop the performance. Anyway, there was not much more than him in the chorus, but Yan Feng It was a rare opportunity to have him appear on stage together.

The lip-syncing incident eventually spread and became a joke for a while, but he was so thick-skinned that he managed to survive it.

He's a math major, so it's no problem if he can't sing.

But when someone mentioned the embarrassing things in the past, he felt a little embarrassed. Who would want others to remember these things all the time?

"week……"

"Zhou Ran, do you really not remember me at all?" Zhou Ran repeated his name again.

"Sorry, I came to the school to find a teacher. My daughter studies here." Luo Yao said casually, he didn't want to continue the conversation.

"Your daughter, you already have a daughter?" Zhou Ran was shocked. This is a primary school, and the youngest first-grade girl must be six years old. If you think about it this way, Luo Yao got married and had children when he first entered college?

Have you never heard anyone mention this before?

Could it be a hidden marriage?

These days, it is not uncommon for people to get married at the age of seventeen or eighteen. Some people are young and have several children.

"Yes." Luo Yao is not afraid of misunderstanding. There is no difference between the adopted one and the biological one.

"This is Class A of the first grade. Isn't Luo Nan your daughter?" Zhou Ran's eyes suddenly widened and he asked with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Yes, I am Luo Nan's father. Something happened to her at school two days ago. Let me handle it." He was already pointed out, and he couldn't admit it. Anyway, he had to meet his daughter soon, and he had to take care of it. If you want to see the homeroom teacher, the news only needs to be spread, but not the entire school will know about it.

Zhou Ran covered her mouth and tried her best to suppress the sound coming out of her throat. She really didn't expect this situation at all.

Her junior student at the university is actually the father of the student she teaches, and she is still single. Who can she ask to explain this?

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