Wang Zhaoyang was so kind to me that I was a little proud and a little self-indulgent.

I think there is always a little bit that he looks at me differently. At noon, when my classmates were having lunch break, I sat on the upper bunk and treated my wounds with Yunnan Baiyao. The wrists and arms have been removed, and now those

The scar crawled on my arm hideously.

I know they will become very light one day, so I'm not very worried.

But because I didn't seek medical treatment, I made this injury in a mess, and there was no sign of getting better. It didn't hurt, but it just didn't grow well and made yellow scabs. I knew I couldn't pick it, but I couldn't help but pick it.

Two strokes.

Every day, sprinkle Yunnan Baiyao, and then put fast gauze on it and wrap it with instructions. If the gauze is no longer available, you can only use toilet paper.

When I was dealing with the wound, I couldn't help but think about what Xie Tingting said, whether men care or not, and I also wonder if Wang Zhaoyang would dislike him.

I always have a premonition that one day I will meet Wang Zhaoyang naked, maybe because I always yy him. I will recall the hugs I cried that day and contact him bit by bit

.

Sweet and panic.

Wang Zhaoyang's girlfriend, because she had never appeared, I automatically blocked this part in my heart. If I like people in my heart, I would be willing to dress up. That day, I tied a ponytail and wore a white shirt.

This white shirt was originally from Wu Yuqing, because she disliked her arms that had long sleeves rolled up into short sleeves, which was very troublesome, so she stopped wearing them and gave them to me.

I'm wearing it, it's a little bit big.

I went to the photo studio wearing this dress. Last time Wu Yuqing gave me 200 yuan, I felt it was enough to deal with the days ahead, so I took some photos to take them out.

I don’t plan to wash so many pictures like other classmates, just a few pictures. I will keep one myself, one for Wang Zhaoyang, two for the class monitor, and two for the other two classmates who gave me photos.

My sister who was wearing makeup put on me, followed the trend, scraped my head with a comb and put a lot of styling water on me. I looked at myself with heavy makeup in the mirror, and I completely changed my appearance.

Take a photo, one is wearing your own clothes, and the other is from the studio. The photographer made a styling for me and thought my clothes were too long and too cumbersome. Then he crossed the corners of the shirt and made it almost the same

The look of the bow made me take a photo like this.

After taking this outfit, I changed into a suit that I felt a little sexy, with a black halter vest, sleeveless, and a small piece of bare back.

In fact, it was relatively open back then, and there were also people who dared to wear this way on the road. The photographer said, do you think you would wear it beautifully, of course.

I listened to their words and posed for expressions, and finally selected two. One was sitting on the ground with a smile on his face, while the other was taken from the back, facing the ground with a deep feeling.

When I was taking the photo, I thought it was just a back view, but after two days I got the photo and was stunned. Why did I obviously wear clothes, but this back can still make the feeling of being unclothed?

But whether it is on the front or on the side, it is indeed beautiful.

Although I was a little embarrassed, I still put all four photos into an envelope, which was prepared separately for Wang Zhaoyang. I asked my classmates to choose the others by themselves.

I was wearing the same shirt that day, with a ponytail. I learned from the photographer that I would tie a knot. When I arrived at school, I went to Wang Zhaoyang's office first and gave me a photo embarrassedly.

I was not the only one who left him a photo, so it was nothing.

Wang Zhaoyang was looking down at the test paper, but he didn't pay much attention to me. He opened the small envelope and took a brief look. Fortunately, he didn't see the Lu. I hurriedly ran away.

I feel so happy. Oh, do you think this is considered temptation? Because I think my photos are the most beautiful.

Not long after it was beautiful, Wang Zhaoyang poured me a cold water on me. When he entered the classroom, he stood on the podium, looked at the clothes on my body, and said in front of the whole class, "You should wear these clothes well for me,

Either go to the dormitory to change it, and there is that hair that doesn’t tie and cut, just like a student!”

I felt a thrill in my heart and found that my classmates looked at me with strange eyes. I felt like I couldn't raise my head, and I had a dark face, "Okay, I'll go and change it."

I have a bad temper and don’t like other people’s goodness. You are good to me today, and I will treat you with a smile today. You are not good to me today, and after all, all the love is eliminated.

So Wu Yuqing said that I was ungrateful, and that was correct.

I walked slowly on the quiet campus, and I was not afraid of delaying class time. Anyway, the exam was indifferent to me.

Recalling Wang Zhaoyang's attitude towards me just now, I said "bang" with self-deprecatingness.

What a big deal.

I changed my old clothes and came to the dormitory like this. I took an hour to go back while the get out of class was over, and then continued to study for the next evening study.

When Wang Zhaoyang came to the window to patrol, Te Te looked at me and I found it in the aftermath.

I was angry with Wang Zhaoyang and didn't want to show him a good face. And the only way I could revenge on him was just not studying hard. I really didn't blame me, who told me that the college entrance examination was completely meaningless to me.

In Wang Zhaoyang's class, I wrote my thoughts on paper: I will take the college entrance examination in two weeks, and it will take three years in a blink of an eye. So fast, they have been gone for three years. In the past three years, Wu Yuqing and I

I have fought many fights and can’t figure out how many times I have fought. She has never spoken to me since she ran away from home. Guo Jingming said that youth is a bright sadness. If you fart, my youth has never been bright. I like wz...

I was writing this, and there was still an English letter left. Wang Zhaoyang had already walked to me with the textbook in one hand, and directly reached out to pull out the paper I hid under the book. I looked up at him. He was

I glanced at the paper and put it into my own textbook. I didn't even look at me, so I continued to class.

I pretended to go to class, but my face was always bad. After class, Wang Zhaoyang asked me to go to the office to get this broken paper.

I really don’t care whether I can take this broken paper back. What I care about is the last two letters. Will it remind him of anything and let him know that I have a crush on him and I am so embarrassed.

I felt sad. When I entered the office, Wang Zhaoyang was not looking at my broken paper. He sat on his stool, looked up at me slightly, frowned and scolded, "Do you know what youth is?"

"I don't know." I have no good face.

Wang Zhaoyang said, "You are so young that you are. I tell you that your youth has not begun yet. If you continue to do this, Yan Xiaochang will no longer be youthful."

I don't know what he is talking about.

Wang Zhaoyang seemed too lazy to scold me today. He probably wasn't very satisfied with my recent performance. He was about to take the college entrance examination soon, and he didn't have the energy to focus on any student.

Return the paper to me, Wang Zhaoyang took out a paper bag from under the stool and handed it to me. I took a look and found clothes inside.

I said I don't want it.

Wang Zhaoyang lowered his eyes, "My girlfriend loves to buy clothes, but she doesn't wear them. They are all new, so keep them."

I felt a little moved, and a sneer that only I could perceive was raised in the corner of my mouth. I nodded, "Thank you, teacher."

Wang Zhaoyang didn't say anything, and I left with the bag.

Which girl doesn't like clothes, even old clothes? But I was not curious about this bag of clothes. I didn't have the energy to open it and I threw it for a long time without caring about it.

Wang Zhaoyang never asked me.

Two weeks later, on the last day before the college entrance examination, the last class, and the last five minutes, Wang Zhaoyang wrote four words and two punctuation marks on the blackboard.

"Goodbye! Come on!"

Looking at us, he didn't laugh, but his expression was calm and solemn. He said, "You are the first batch of students I brought, maybe they may be the last batch." Speaking of this, the classroom was in an uproar. What is the last batch?

Wang Zhaoyang ignored the uproar and continued, "In the past three years, I don't know how much I have taught you, but you have taught me a lot. You let me grow and let me know how to be a teacher,

What is the responsibility of being a teacher? I would like to say this here, thank you everyone."

As he said that, he bowed to us in the podium.

The atmosphere was very serious, no one spoke, and our squad leader cried in emotion.

Wang Zhaoyang swept over all the students in the audience in a grand manner, "I won't say much about encouragement. I believe every teacher has told you that you are confident enough. From today on, you will graduate, I

I hope you can remember me as a former teacher or friend, but from now on, you can no longer call me teacher, Wang Zhaoyang.”

When he spit out these three words, I kept staring at his lips, and I will never forget that lips.

Looking at everyone again, he smiled and breathed in a very cheerful tone, "School!"

After saying that, he finally looked at me and turned around and walked out of the classroom. Some of the students screamed excitedly, and some of them were as sad as the class monitor.

I always feel that separation is not a big deal, because I am a person who has died of my parents, and I am used to separation from life and death. So I am indifferent.

But at this moment, I also want to cry, not crying for the past three years of ignorant youth, not crying for the upcoming separation, maybe crying, my first love that I can't even say.

It's over, I may never see Wang Zhaoyang again, although I've been angry with him.

But I didn't cry after all, I silently packed up my things, and quietly poured out with the crowd, silently looking at the campus and everything that happened here.
Chapter completed!