I really don't want to make a choice

"Today's No.1 handwriting is really that good?"

In the living room of the Lan family, Lan Feier asked his father Lan Jun curiously.

"Actually, several judges held their own opinions at the time. Personally, I think it's much better than what you wrote. But a few old antiques said that their personal colors were too strong, so they couldn't stand a stalemate."

"In the end, Mr. Li from the organizer made the final decision."

Lan Jun said with a smile.

"Lao Lan, according to what you mean, you haven't voted for your daughter yet?"

Lan Feier's mother said with a smile while making tea for Lan Jun.

"Art is something that should be based on facts. How can it be related. Even if I vote for Phil, it still needs to be decided by the organizer."

"And Mr. Li is very good at appreciating calligraphy and painting."

"Also, my teacher is obviously partial to Phil, so that first place is well deserved."

Lan Jun continued his wife's words.

Lanfeier didn't speak anymore.

She believed in Lao Lan's level, and also believed in Lao Lan's character.

So I really lost.

"Why, do you know that kid?"

Seeing her daughter's expression, Lan Jun asked her.

"Our school's science class got 140 in the Chinese language test last month."

Lanfeier also answered truthfully.

"Your school is full of talented people now."

Lan Jun said with a smile.

At the beginning, Lan Feier was only ten points away from No. [-] middle school. With his family's conditions, it was not difficult to get into No. [-] middle school by spending some money to gain connections.

But Lan Feier insisted that if you don't want to spend money, you have to rely on your ability.

Later, the No. [-] Middle School moved to a new county, and the father and the mother did not force their daughter.

The new county town is still far away from their home. If they really go there, Lanfeier will have to stay.

They are really reluctant.

So just let her go.

.........

There is no evening self-study on Saturday nights, and the senior three in No. [-] Middle School basically implement a single-break policy.

There is a need for self-study in the evening on Sunday night.

Therefore, if senior high school students go home, they basically spend half a day on Sunday morning, and then they have to go to school in the afternoon.

After Han Lang came out of the cultural center, he walked directly to his rental house.

Not long after, her trash cell phone rang.

Compared with the rapid development of smart phones in the previous life, the mobile phones at this time are really tasteless to Han Lang.

Miss Fang's phone number?

"Hello, Teacher Yu."

Han Lang answered the phone and said politely.

"Is there something going on at your house?"

Sister Fang on the other end of the phone asked with concern.

Sister Fang was a little surprised that Han Lang actually saved his number.

"It's actually like this. I didn't go home, but I did have some private matters to deal with, so I asked Lao Zha for leave. Don't worry, it's definitely a serious private matter."

Sister Fang cared so much about him, Han Lang felt that he shouldn't lie to her.

"That's good. I thought there was something wrong with your family. Now that you are in the final stage of the college entrance examination, you must work hard. With your current grades, if you keep working hard, you will have a bright future."

Sister Fang smiled again and said.

"Thank you, Teacher Yu."

.......

"By the way, where are you now?"

On the other end of the phone, Sister Fang asked again.

"Here on Sanyuan Street, I plan to go back to the rental house and study hard."

......

"I haven't eaten yet. Come to my apartment tonight. I have cooked a lot today, and I can't finish it by myself."

.....

"Then trouble Teacher Yu."

Han Lang thought for a while, but finally did not refuse.

How can this be rejected?

Besides, he was really tired of eating the cafeteria every day.

After hanging up the phone, Han Lang always felt that something was wrong.

Why did Sister Fang ask herself to have dinner?

Maybe it was because I did her a little favor that night.

Ok?

Chunfang?Spring flowers?

After counting the days, Han Lang searched his memory again, and instantly understood.

........

After hanging up Sister Fang's phone, Han Lang's phone rang again.

is an unfamiliar number.

"Hello."

Han Lang answered the phone politely.

"Did something happen to your family? Didn't you say you wouldn't go back on Sunday? And I called you just now, why is the line busy?"

Liu Qiaoqiao's voice is very recognizable, even over the phone.

But is it really good to ask three times in a row?

"There is nothing at home, I have some personal matters. Thank you for your concern."

Although Liu Qiaoqiao asked a bit too much, no matter what she said, she had good intentions.

So Han Lang responded politely.

"Then you didn't go back. Come to my house for lunch tomorrow. Let's review together in the afternoon."

"Okay, my aunt called me, I'm going to be busy, so it's settled."

Before Han Lang could answer, Liu Qiaoqiao hung up the phone directly.

Han Lang felt a pain in the ass, woman, it's really troublesome.

That's all, it's hard to turn down the hospitality.

We're all classmates and friends, so it shouldn't be a big deal to have a meal.

.......

It was late March, and the oppressive atmosphere before the college entrance examination became more and more intense.

On Saturday night, some high school seniors, if they don’t go home, go to a restaurant, or find some healthy ways to decompress, to resolve the last depressive high school life.

Many years later, people who have gone through the college entrance examination will occasionally miss such a period of time. Perhaps this is a special experience brought by the college entrance examination.

There are 20 hundred-yuan bills in his pocket, which are money he earned.

Han Lang still felt somewhat accomplished.

........

Sister Fang's bachelor apartment is in the second of a row of bungalows in the northeast corner of No. [-] Middle School. The new teacher has low qualifications and can only be assigned here.

The neighbors next door to the left and right have bought houses now, and the houses are empty.

Holding a box of cakes in his left hand, Han Lang came to the door of Sister Fang's bachelor apartment, and then knocked on the door with his right hand.

"what is this?"

Looking at a cake box in Han Lang's hand.

Yu Chunfang asked curiously.

How did he know that today was his birthday?

"Happy birthday, Teacher Yu."

Han Lang put the cake on the table, and the room was full of delicious food.

Sister Fang, who is wearing an apron, really looks like a good wife and mother.

"How do you know my birthday is today?"

Sister Fang took off her apron and asked curiously again.

"May I say I guessed it?"

Han Lang replied with a smile.

"I do not believe."

Sister Fang couldn't see immaturity from Han Lang, and Han Lang had an indescribable sense of maturity.

This sense of maturity once made me feel that Han Lang should be older than me.

Seeing the cake that Han Lang brought, Sister Fang couldn't help feeling a little moved.

She came to Ontario from other provinces to go to school, and finally came to Huai County No. [-] Middle School as a teacher.

People here are unfamiliar.

Since going to college, she has been alone almost every time she celebrates her birthday.

Someone sent himself a cake, and that was a long, long time ago.

At that time, she was just a child.

It's a pity that the one in front of him is his student, if only he was a little older.

........