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Chapter 275 How to Finish This Life

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    I am sitting on the bed.

    Empty.

    ?Because I know too well that if I continue to think about something, it will definitely become very bad, and I will not be able to sleep the whole person, so I am determined to think about some good things, which may be out of reach for the current situation.

    Treat them as fantasies, sweet dreams, and things you want to work hard to get, and fall asleep with the corners of your mouth raised.

    When I woke up the next day.

    Did not see parents.

    But Pepe is ready to go to school.

    I always feel a little weird, maybe my parents don't want to meet with me because of yesterday's incident, and I can't adjust their disappointment for the time being.

    I took Pepe's hand very naturally.

    Pepe pointed to the porridge prepared by the thin monkey on the table

    "Don't you drink porridge? Teacher He? Brother Deyin brought it over in the morning."

    Maybe it's because after talking with Mr. Chen yesterday, I still feel a little uncomfortable.

    ?He even forgot his breakfast, took a few casual bites and went out.

    It seems that Deyin is really easy to comfort.

    This semester is really coming to an end, and what everyone said to me, for some reason, all of them are spinning wildly in my mind today.

    ? After arriving at the school, the moment I saw Teacher Chen was still a little awkward. They brushed each other's hair, greeted each other politely, and then entered the classroom.

    For that word, the so-called special case, the two words are deeply imprinted in my mind, because it really stimulates my heart, and there are even elements of feeling educated and being opened by God's perspective.

    Therefore, my rhythm is a bit too tight in this class.

    ?I want to give the children the knowledge to sort out, and I even left five minutes to spot check the text recitation of some children who are a little behind.

    In the cafeteria at noon, Teacher Chen always looked at me inadvertently, and I found out, because her movements were too big.

    There are many children between me and her.

    She had to go around the heads of those children and poke her head out to see my expression.

    I could see her concern.

    Perhaps she was afraid that what she said last night would affect or trouble me, or even feel sorry for me.

    Because in fact yesterday, I inadvertently expressed some obvious, some of my more pessimistic and sad emotions.

    I just occasionally cover my mouth and laugh secretly under her obvious observation.

    There is really nothing I want to tell her, and I don't mean to blame her.

    But maybe I will never go to communicate with him again, and I want to broadcast this topic here.

    Perhaps it was caused by the little rebellions left in my heart.

    Still want to try, still want to fight.

    Regardless of what kind of position I have with him, or what will happen in the future, I also want to forget what happened to him, but I will never forget it, and it will only slowly fade away because of the years.  become more emotionally charged.

    What I want to try more is about his future life. I can't put my eyes on it so superficially.

    Nor can I ruin or harm him because of some of my unilateral feelings.

    Not reconciled, and angry for the thin monkey.

    The determination of wanting Shouhou to prove it to everyone makes me never want others to give me some advice about this matter between me and him. After all, this matter is completely in the category of my privacy. Emotion  It's a personal and private thing in itself.

    After the meal, I also talked with the students intensively in the afternoon, and explained some things to some students in a targeted manner.

    My mobile phone has not rang, and I am still thinking about the feelings of my parents.

    After school, I stayed for a while to help some students with their homework.

    I also thought about it for a long time, and called my parents on my own initiative.

    Very self-blaming.

    "Then what, why didn't you come today? Have you already gone back? Won't you tell me when you go back?"

    My parents belong to the kind of people who are very angry when they say it, but they are very honest in their body, and they pick it up in seconds.

    And after hearing my voice, I heard their instinctive excitement, but stillHe deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Oh, I won't be here today, see you tomorrow."

    "Your dad and I are a little tired."

    I really want to check with them about Mr. Chen.

    But after much deliberation, I decided to forget it. I felt that it would only cause quarrels. They might have left today for the conversation between Teacher Chen and me.

    After hanging up the phone, I always felt a little lonely. On the way back, I met a thin monkey.

    Surprisingly, he greeted me, but I also said that I could tell that he was shaking and shy all the time.

    However, what surprised him even more was that I walked up directly.

    Give him a high five.

    It was the kind of initiative to hold his hand and give him a high five.

    He was still talking.

    "Oh, Mr. He, I'm working, my hands are dirty."

    I completely ignored this sentence.

    I looked at him seriously and said.

    "Remember to select for the recent manuscript."

    "I know, I know, I plan to go tomorrow."

    "Mr. He, it was the editor who I went to Shanghai last time. I haven't told you yet. He called me and said that he wanted me to contribute a few more articles recently."

    "Okay, then you can do it well."

    "I'll call you about the money in the future, and then you can get it yourself."

    "By the way, you can work for a while until the second half of the year."

    "Or see if there is anything good recently."

    "Let's tell the people in the village."

    "Ah what?"

    The thin monkey was obviously taken aback, and was still under my calm voice.

    The thin monkey was at a loss, and quickly hinted at me, told me to speak in a low voice, and hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, Mr. He, you can't do it. You can't say this. It's just us, don't you know?"

    The thin monkey hastily wiped his hands on the bottom of his trousers.

    His skilful heart took out a napkin from his trousers pocket.

    After wiping, he asked again, "Mr. He, do you really want to do this?"

    ?For some reason, looking at his desolate appearance, I don't know what to say.

    I don't know if I grew up like a down and out person by nature.

    In short, just look at him, especially when he says something without confidence.

    I always feel that this guy is really sad.

    Even a little sympathy.

    With such a fragile appearance, how could he go through this life firmly.

    "If you don't want to, forget it."

    I said lightly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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