But he was a little depressed when he heard about Jiang Feng's welfare. The reunion with more than ten years of teaching experience costs 1,000 yuan, and the teaching experience costs 2,000 yuan. He also invited the roof of the city's tallest Wanlong Building to attend the moon viewing conference.

Song Yuhao and the others only have more than ten years of teaching experience, but because they are senior directors and department heads, they have two thousand yuan in reunion gold, but they are just unable to attend the moon-watching meeting. For example, the director of the department-level title, such as Qiu Daqi, director of the Finance Department, director of the library, and director of the laboratory, can only get more.

Liao Xuebing happily held four boxes of exquisitely packed mooncakes, carried a bag of grapefruits worth 40 or 50 kilograms on his shoulder, and walked to the parking shed with 500 yuan in his pocket.

A person standing beside the dazzling Harley motorcycle in the parking shed, with his straightened long hair tied a ponytail behind his head. The strands of hair that had been dyed yellow have returned to black; his black eyes are as bright as a little paint; his straight nose bridge has no flaws; his cherry mouth is slightly open, and he is still so tempting without any lip gloss. Beside her, the Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Audi and Harley are all over the car park. This beautiful girl is his little blue.

Liao Xuebing took back his worries: I still thought that some stupid boy wanted to destroy my car. He smiled and said, "Xiao Lanluo, are you waiting for your boyfriend to date here? What kind of show is there tonight? Why don't you go to your party together, old man?"

Humph, they are waiting for you here, but the stupid old man didn't even see it. Murong Lanluo thought, walked over and took the mooncake box and put it in the car, pretending to be very casual, "Do you really have time tonight?"

"There is empty, so I don't know how to arrange it." Liao Xuebing said as he dropped the grapefruit on the edge of the motorcycle's tail seat.

Murong Lanluo's heart began to pound wildly: The teacher is free tonight! Before she could say anything, Lao Liao continued: "But, I want to go to Li Yuzhong's home for a home visit. This child is too naughty and needs to communicate with his parents."

After hearing this, Murong Lanluo's heart sank back to its original place. I don't know how disappointed he was. The smile that had been kept on his face also froze and he whispered: "It turns out that the teacher is going to do a home visit..." Then he thought again, because of such a sense of responsibility, he is considered a man. How could Teacher Liao be an irresponsible teacher? Then he became happy, "Why would I accompany the teacher to visit the home?"

"Scared? How can this work? Xiao Lanluo, are you bored at night? Your sister Zhihui didn't come to accompany you? By the way, why didn't you find a boyfriend? I saw that Cui Zheng was paired up."

How could there be a teacher who encourages students to fall in love? Murong Lanluo pouted and said, "Hmph, I don't want to find a boyfriend." God knows how long it has been since she acted coquettishly with others. When she said this, she was only two points angry, but eight points happy. She said after a while: "Teacher, you shouldn't go to your home tomorrow night, right? Tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Suddenly, this sentence aroused Liao Xuebing's homesickness. He had never returned to his hometown since his parents passed away. I wonder if my elder brother was living well at home. "There is no place to go tomorrow night, so I will be alone at home watching TV."

"Teacher, can I go with you? Where is your home? Teacher, do you have a wife?" Murong Lanluo raised a hint of hope again.

Several questions are gathered together, and Lao Liao didn't know which one to answer, so he chose the one that is related to his image and face first. "I have been busy with my career for many years, and I have no time to find a girlfriend, so I still don't have a wife."

"Ha, teacher, then you live alone, right? I can go and relieve your boredom with you, play cards with you, sweep the floor, wash clothes and fold the quilts, and watch the moon together at night."

Lao Liao almost bleeded out his nose. Of course he couldn't ask for it, so he nodded immediately and agreed: "Okay, I'll call you tomorrow."

"No, I want you to call me tonight!"

"Okay, okay, no problem." It's like a cute little girl. Liao Xuebing stretched out his little finger and said, "Let's hook your fingers."

Murong Lan looked down and hooked her with the teacher, her eyes full of happiness: "It's the puppy who is owing debt!"

Old Liao left with a lot of things. Murong Lanluo was about to leave when he suddenly saw a sneaky figure in the bushes opposite the parking shed.

"Guan Muyun, come out for me!"

"Murong, why are you here? Don't you go home after school?" Guan Muyun took off the disguised leaves above his head and stood up.

"Hmph, hiding there like a dog, do you want to prick the teacher's tire?" Murong Lanluo asked fiercely, as if Guan Muyun was her enemy who killed the family to silence her, which was a strong contrast with her softness just now.

Guan Muyun was really puzzled: "Yes, I want Teacher Zaliao's tires, but what does it have to do with you?" As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but feel pain in the sky. It turned out that Murong Lanluo's sharp high heels were rubbing his feet.

"You dare to move the teacher's car, I will hit you once when I see you." Murong Lanluo left after leaving.

Guan Muyun held his feet and rubbed them desperately, confused, shouting: "Hey, didn't you pour blood on Teacher Zhuo's doorstep? Why don't we be allowed to do it now? I'm really only allowed state officials to set fires and people are not allowed to light the lights."

***

There is still one day before the Mid-Autumn Festival. The streets are already very festive. Colorful lanterns are hung at the doors of the shops. The store has a wide range of mooncakes, and the variety is amazing. There are lotus fillings, pork fillings, char siu fillings, winter melon candy fillings, egg fillings, and exquisite large wooden boxes or transparent plastic shells. The fragrance of mooncakes is everywhere.

The sky was already dark, and the moon as round as a silver plate rose into the air, making the earth shine brightly. Lao Liao touched the house number of Li Yuzhong's house on Binhai Road. Damn it, it was another villa, and the students were all from young ladies.

This Chinese-style villa is similar to the Ming Dynasty's family courtyard. You can see the house inside through a two-meter low wall on tiptoe. It uses a large number of wooden structures, green tiles and gray eaves, carved beams and painted buildings, small bridges and flowing water in the small courtyard, and rockery bluestone. Although it is at night, you can still feel the tranquility and harmony.

Liao Xuebing searched for a long time and couldn't find the doorbell, so he slapped the door. The door was actually antique. The door panel was made of nanmu and soaked with tung oil for several months to prevent ant from rotting. There were two copper rings in the middle.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Lao Liao was already very impatient and was about to leave, but the door opened with a "ah--" sound. A woman dressed in a noble lady looked up and down at him: "Sir, who are you looking for?"

This woman must be Li Yuzhong's mother. Their faces were carved out of the same mold. They were handsome and had a little bit of coldness and arrogance. Unfortunately, Li Yuzhong's mother's body has expanded like a balloon and has lost its charm as a result of the past. Li Yuzhong's father's name is Li Qingyuan and his mother's name is Zhang Limin. They are all recorded in student files.

Thinking that I was visiting my home, I had to show my politeness and demeanor, I nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Is this Li Yuzhong's home? I am..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Yuzhong's fucking mouth was already roaring: "It's that guy's friend again?! Get out of here! Xiaozhong doesn't want to see you! He wants to study hard!"

Liao Xuebing has been lying around for so long and has never been so embarrassed. His cheeks are dripping with sweat. Seeing that the door is about to close suddenly, he shouted: "Auntie, I am the head teacher of Li Yu Middle School. I came to visit my home today!"

Li Yuzhong is only 37 or 38 years old. He gets married early and takes good care of himself. Apart from gaining a little weight, his tender skin and tender flesh look went out with his son. Everyone thought it was two siblings shopping. After hearing the "auntie", a blue vein bursts on his forehead and said coldly: "Who is your aunt? You have to recognize your relatives and go to the madhouse to recognize him." He wanted to close the door again.

Liao Xuebing was not angry and smiled and said, "Young Master is in a state of affairs at school, so I came here to communicate with the parents."

"Oh? Are you really the head teacher of the junior high school?" Li Yuzhong looked at Liao Xuebing carefully again with his fucking eyes. He found that the pair of black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose was a little bit gentle, and said, "Come in. Your school teachers don't come once a year, and they didn't come until the second year of high school. Are you too irresponsible?"

There were a few big red lanterns hanging from the eaves. Seeing that the owner of this house loved traditional culture very much. He entered the house through the corridor paved with bluestone, asked him to sit down, and said, "You came today quite a coincidence. Xiaozhong was still playing outside at this time. His friends, hum!" He asked the servant to serve tea and call out Li Yuzhong in the inner room. A middle-aged man with a gentle appearance and a savage beard followed behind.

"Xiaozhong, your teacher is here, why don't you say hello quickly. Teacher, this is my grandson." Li Yuzhong's mother Zhang Liming nodded and bent down, pointing at the middle-aged man to signal. In front of her husband, this indifferent woman suddenly became very docile.

"Ah! Teacher, why are you here?" Li Yuzhong was actually a little surprised. Adolescent boys have a subtle mentality. When there are people who are better or stronger than him, they are prone to negative emotions such as jealousy, imbalance, etc., and when that person is much stronger than him and is too far apart from each other, they will turn into worship.

In other words, Li Yuzhong had already unknowingly regarded Liao Xuebing as an idol, at least as an idol in a fight. "Dad, he is our new class teacher." The two fathers and sons seemed very cold, and Li Yuzhong didn't want his father to look at him when he spoke.

Li Yuzhong's father Li Qingyuan took the lead in reaching out. This elegant middle-aged man is very dignified, and his every move reveals the bookish spirit that only learned people have.
Chapter completed!