expired brother

Chapter 111 Waste Paper 3 Mao

After playing for a summer vacation, everyone couldn't take it back at the beginning, so the teachers of each subject adopted the simplest and rude way of brushing questions to let the students get homesick and get back on track as soon as possible.

After a week, the table is already full of finished papers.

Huang Yang turned to show Ruan Fangyu, and said softly, "I bought a hemp roll with a sack of money, and finally sold the roll. I can't afford a sack."

Ruan Fangyu was in the "halftime break", using the ice cream brought back by Zhang Xinghang to coldly compress her fingers, and teased her casually.

"Don't worry, now the waste paper is thirty cents, your table is enough to buy two sacks."

Huang Yang pursed his mouth, and leaned back in the chair paralyzed from exhaustion.

"Tomorrow is a holiday, guess how many papers there will be."

"Conservatively, there must be twenty."

"Not conservative?"

"No count."

Huang Yang whimpered with a crying voice. "I don't want to take a vacation anymore, I want to go to class. It is said that the third year of high school is exhausting, and dogs are not so tired."

Ruan Fangyu looked at him withered, the corners of his lips parted, he lowered his head and continued to scan the questions with his eyes.

His hands have limited labor force every day, and it will hurt if he writes too much.Therefore, before each paper is done, it will be cut according to its own situation, and those who can calculate verbally will not need to write, and the basic steps of simple and big questions will be roughly drawn.

Lao Huang sat on the podium and watched the class, holding "High Score Top" in his hand and screening the weekend papers.

Ruan Fangyu tilted his head to look at Zhang Xinghang. He was holding a pen between his fingertips. He had been playing with his phone with his head down since just now. He scanned the screen, saw it was the WeChat interface, and retracted it.

During the second class break in the afternoon, Huang Leiyue came back with the Chinese papers, and the answers were revealed, two sets, six sheets.Huang Yang almost threw up.

"so much!"

Huang Leiyue sneered, "According to the gossip, the three subjects of Chinese, Mathematics, and Foreign Languages ​​all have this amount."

There are [-] sheets for three subjects, and the remaining ones are even less.

"I'm dead." Huang Yang spread out on the chair, with the back of his head resting on the edge of Ruan Fangyu's table, "Mom, come downstairs later, can you push me down the stairs and let me hide in the hospital for two days."

Ruan Fangyu raised her chin towards the window, "The window is unlocked, jump down and get in place in one step."

"You are so ruthless." Huang Yang started humming again.

"Am I your own son?"

"Not really."

"..." There's nothing wrong with it.

Huang Yang was blocked at Ruan Fangyu's place. He turned his head and asked Zhang Xinghang who had already started to write questions. Zhang Xinghang was a bit abnormal these days.

Huang Yang pushed his paper at the risk of being beaten.

"Dad, let's take two days off and do thirty papers, so you don't have any opinions to express?"

Zhang Xinghang pulled the paper back without looking up. "Only thirty cards, what's your opinion?"

Huang Yang: "???" He forgot that Zhang Xinghang came from Nanjia, and I heard that there are twenty papers for the first grade of junior high school.

Ruan Fangyu was amused by "Indifferent"'s speech, and then mocked, "What's your opinion on only thirty cards?"

Huang Yang: "..."

"Listen, are you speaking human language?"

Zhang Xinghang's answering speed has always been god-level, and Ruan Fangyu is a sick patient with special treatment, Huang Yang is too lazy to be poor with them, so he turned to Huang Leiyue for comfort.

The strength of Zhang Xinghang is obvious to all, and it only took one day to complete all the questions.

Ruan Fangyu sat cross-legged on the ground, the sky was already dark after writing the last piece of physics, the light-sensitive sitting lamp on the grass in the small courtyard was lit up, and the warm yellow light was hazy and dizzy, attracting a few moths to flutter.

He leaned back against the edge of the sofa cushion, raised his hands above his head, crossed them ten times, and folded them in opposite directions. He felt a little stiff, and said casually, "Hands hurt..."

Zhang Xinghang came back from the kitchen pouring water in his slippers, and handed him a glass.

Ruan Fangyu took it with his left hand and took a sip from his mouth.Zhang Xinghang sat down on his right, raised his hand and began to massage gently from the fingertips.

"The last reexamination doctor said that the recovery was good, and he suggested that we switch to acupuncture and moxibustion treatment. Although the course of treatment is not short, there is a chance for the hand to fully recover. It just so happens that the best experts in China are attending consultations in Chaoyang recently."

"Brother, do you want to try?"

"Okay." Ruan Fangyu put down the glass after drinking the water.

How can there be such a coincidence that "it happens to be in Chaoyang for a consultation"?

He sees through but doesn't tell.He took out a tissue and folded a boat and threw it into the cup—to show Zhang Xinghang the sensitivity of his left hand.

These days he is practicing with his left hand and is making rapid progress.

Zhang Xinghang looked at the small snow-white paper boat in the cup, and the remaining water was rapidly softening after absorbing it.

"I've contacted Brother Tan, and he will arrange it as soon as possible."

"Really?" Zhang Nanxing sat on the window sill with his knees hugged, watching the bustling night scene outside the window.

The sunny night seems to be a city that never sleeps. Looking down from a high place, there are feasting lights everywhere, and the scattered lights from all over the place converge together, illuminating the long night destructively.

He looked haggard and lifeless, with bangs winding across his eyes and falling on the tip of his nose.

"Ruan Ruan's hand can be cured." He said softly, "It's great."

"Nan Xing." Tan Yaozhou stood beside him. Zhang Nan Xing took a large amount of sedatives without authorization when he came back from the hospital that day, and was sent for gastric lavage. After returning, he became listless.

Everyone's spirit has a limit, he has been tightening that string, and it broke suddenly, and people are crazy.

Now he doesn't talk much every day, just sits in front of the window and looks out, even though his mind is blurred, he is subconsciously pretending to be a normal person.

Tan Yaozhou half-kneeled on the ground at his height, grabbed his cold hand, frowned and said in a discussing tone: "Nan Xing, what do you want to do now? Tell me, please?"

They went to the doctor and had treatment, but Zhang Nanxing didn't get any better.This person's heart is airtight, and it has been closed for decades, and no one can pry it open.

Most of the mental illnesses are caused by the patients' depression in their hearts alone. If they don't release and vent, they will never have a chance to recover.

The doctor asked him to chat with the patient more, so Tan Yaozhou stayed with him every step of the way.

Zhang Nanxing turned his head to look at him, the silhouette was highlighted by the hazy night light outside the window, and he just quietly looked at Tan Yaozhou who was frowning.

Since the two met, he seemed to have never looked at him with such a set mind—this man, young and promising, affectionate and dedicated, was clearly just a Beta, but his aura was stronger than the average Alpha, how many young and beautiful people in the company The little girl liked him.

Zhang Nanxing knew it all. After a long silence, he said, "I want to eat wontons from South Street."

"I'll go buy it for you." Tan Yaozhou stood up, this was the first time Zhang Nanxing made a request in so many days.It's just that after agreeing, he hesitated and frowned, a little worried.

"I'll be fine." Zhang Nanxing looked out of the window again, his face was reflected in the glass, and he smiled faintly, "I'll wait for you to come back."

"Being absent from work for so long, we have to go to work tomorrow."

Hearing his plan for tomorrow, Tan Yaozhou breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tomorrow, I won't go to work. I'll take you out to relax, to the beach, where we first met."

"Nan Xing. I've been hiding something from you all this time, and now I want to tell you."

If he doesn't say those words now, he may never have the chance to say them. He wants to tell those secrets while Zhang Nanxing still has his sanity.

Tan Yaozhou took the key to the entrance and went out. After closing the door, he locked it from the outside worryingly.Zhang Nanxing heard the rustling sound from the keyhole, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his erratic eyes.

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Now the pressure came to Brother Tang. . . .