Even if they are psychologically prepared, they understand that in this city, no one can be alone.
Yes, there are so many people who have fallen ill, and if they go around, they will always be related to them.
The students are all asking about Mr. Xiong's situation, and they are making an appointment. When the city is back to normal, they must visit Mr. Xiong.
Even though they were tortured by Mr. Xiong's singing for three years, they were still grateful to him.
What they remember is that Mr. Xiong taught them modern Chinese reading over and over again.
It was the third year of high school, and Rory was chattering, thinking of ways to make them relax.
It was the day of the college entrance examination. In order to prevent some students from forgetting to bring their admission tickets, they put away their admission tickets, got up early, waited outside the examination room, and put their admission tickets in their hands one by one.
That's right, Teacher Xiong accompanied them from the beginning to the end of the college entrance examination.
Never leave.
They always remember.
While chatting, Yu Wanfeng's eyes turned red.
can not watch anymore.
She feels that she is especially vulnerable now.
Always cry at every turn, and start thinking about life and death at every turn.
Was she ever so afraid of death before?
Perhaps Zhong Chumian is right, the biggest change now is that she has never been so afraid of death as she is now.
Yu Wanfeng turned off her cell phone and stood in the corner of the balcony feeling a little bored.
Zhong Chumian was very quiet with her.
After a long time, Yu Wanfeng said, "Zhong Chumian, are you afraid?"
Zhong Chumian's eyebrows twitched.
He nodded.
Yu Wanfeng opened the corner of her mouth: "I'm afraid too. We're all afraid."
"I'm afraid of hearing bad news. I'm afraid that one day I will suddenly hear that Xu Mingchuan and Mr. Xiong can't hold on anymore."
The corners of Yu Wanfeng's eyes were still red.
Zhong Chumian looked at her, stretched out his hand, turned her body, and forced her to look directly at him: "Xiaowan, this is the worst outcome, but we must also understand that this outcome is not impossible. We may witness our worst outcome. Those closest to us are leaving us one by one, and there is nothing we can do."
Yu Wanfeng nodded to him: "I know, such things happen every day. What we can do is to make ourselves stronger. No matter what happens, we must have hope. They must also hope that we will be good live on."
Zhong Chumian's eyes were hot.
She has become stronger and is no longer as helpless and fearful as before.
Yu Wanfeng looked up and saw the light in Zhong Chumian's eyes.
He used to be like this, he didn't like to talk, and he was always bullied by bad classmates. But there is such a light in his eyes, unyielding and fearless.
Later, for many nights, those rays of light became her morning stars, guiding her to find her way.
Yu Wanfeng smiled: "Do you think I'm fragile?"
Zhong Chumian said softly: "No, Xiaowan, you have done a good job. Admitting vulnerability is itself a kind of bravery."
It is instinct to be fearless. Those who know are fearless, it is a choice.
Yu Wanfeng gave a shallow "hmm" and said, "I want to watch some interviews with Jian Hongshu, do you want to watch them together?"
Zhong Chumian nodded.
When she opened Weibo, Zhong Chumian looked at her account name and asked her: "Your account name"
[Fengqiao Night Mooring].
Yu Wanfeng told him: "It's very simple. Many of my account names are like this."
The WeChat name is not.
The WeChat name is Taro Soup.
Zhong Chumian's eyes flickered slightly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com