She Came To My Concert

never mind.

Zhu Wenshu sighed and cut off the topic directly.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Just pretend I didn't ask.

Ling Chen never came back.

The autumn sun was high, and the fine halo of light fell on the desk through the window. A teacher went downstairs to pick sweet-scented osmanthus, and the whole office was filled with a light fragrance.

In such an environment, even trivial tasks seem less annoying.

Zhu Wenshu hummed softly, finished grading the homework, and ticked off the first item on the to do list.

The next item is to arrange Chinese homework for the National Day holiday through the DingTalk group.

The originally relaxed mood was suddenly covered with mist when I released the content of the homework to the parents.

Holiday homework has always been arranged by the teaching and research group. The Chinese homework for this National Day is nothing special, just ask the children to write a small travel note.

It's just that Zhu Wenshu feels pitiful when he thinks that parents or grandparents will appear in other children's homework, and Ling Siyuan is likely to only have the supervision of a nanny.

If she remembered correctly, Ling Chen herself was also in a single-parent family.

But in the years of high school, Zhu Wenshu's understanding of Ling Chen only goes so far. More information comes from various revelations from unknown sources after he became famous.

It is said that his mother passed away very early, and his father was almost a hooligan, addicted to alcohol, gambling, and violence. Not only has he never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, but he also frequently asked Ling Chen for huge alimony payments in the past two years.

This kind of family background was not uncommon in the entertainment industry in the early years.

So at one time, some people thought that this was a beautiful and miserable persona set up for him by the company behind Ling Chen on purpose.

There were many rumors, but Ling Chen never responded.

But Zhu Wenshu knew that these should all be true.

Those bleak high school days, his tattered clothes, and the new wounds on his face should all be evidence of these rumors.

In this case, why didn't Ling Chen learn from his lesson and become a responsible father?

Ugh.

Zhu Wenshu sighed, and with the conscience and responsibility of the people's teacher, he picked up his mobile phone and sent Ling Chen a message.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Are you free during the National Day?

[c]: None.

"..."

[Zhu Wenshu]: I understand that you are popular right now and you are very busy at work, but do you really have no free time?

[Zhu Wenshu]: Even if it's just for one night?

[c]:?

[Zhu Wenshu]:?

[c]: Sorry.

【c】: I sell my art but not my body.

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

Her fist was really squeezed and squeezed.

The previous Ling Chen was obviously not like this! ! !

Although they didn't have much contact, he was definitely not this kind of person.

The entertainment industry is indeed a big dye vat.

Zhu Wenshu didn't want to continue the conversation with him, so he just copied the homework and threw it over.

[Dear parents! We are about to usher in a beautiful National Day. On this golden wind and pleasant autumn day, we encourage everyone to take their children out of the house and get close to nature. At that time, the Chinese homework will be a travel note with a theme of your own, with zoos and botanical gardens as the theme. good. All the teachers and staff of Jiangcheng Experimental Primary School wish you a happy National Day! 】

Before clicking the send button, Zhu Wenshu paused and deleted the last sentence.

You better not be too happy.

Because teachers have paid winter and summer vacations, Zhu Wenshu does not plan to be crowded during the seven days of National Day.

Originally planned to go home to accompany his parents, but the old couple decided to go on a self-driving tour with their colleagues, so Zhu Wenshu could only stay in Jiangcheng alone for the holidays.

It's not bad to watch other people squeeze their heads every day on the Internet.

Zhu Wenshu bought a lot of snacks and fruits and piled them up at home, and watched all the variety shows and dramas that she usually didn’t have time to watch. She wore pajamas from morning to night, and only takeaway and express delivery allowed her to open the door.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems to have completely replicated the life of her roommate.

Speaking of shared roommate Ying Fei, Zhu Wenshu didn't understand her living habits at first. As a full-time illustrator, Ying Fei's work and life are all in her second bedroom, and she only goes out once every two or three days on average.

It was Zhu Wenshu's turn. She was even worse than Ying Fei, and she didn't see anyone for six days.

On the last day of the holiday, Ying Fei couldn't stand it anymore, so she took her to a nearby park to bask in the sun.

I don't know if it's because the parents have taken the children on a trip, but the park today is exceptionally clean, and there are not many old people playing chess and playing with birds.

Only the most famous Ferris wheel with a panoramic view of the entire Jiangcheng was visited.

Twenty degrees of weather, only a few days in a year.

Zhu Wenshu and Ying Fei occupied a bench by themselves and spent more than two hours idly doing nothing.

The shadow of the sun moved silently, and the fallen leaves fluttering in the beam of light brushed past Zhu Wenshu's nose.

She opened her eyes, but she couldn't find the target in mid-air, and it took a while for her thoughts to return, her eyes moved to the left, and she looked at Ying Fei.

"It's six o'clock, do you want to go back?"

Ying Fei covered her face with the newspaper, and said "Mmm" in a low voice.

Then there was another five minutes of stillness before uncovering the newspaper.

"Let's go."

the sun has

As the mountain was about to fall, the two left the park slowly with their pockets in their pockets, went to the pedestrian street to have dinner, and then turned around and went home.