Yang Xinwu was so restless these two days that he forgot his words several times in class: he would either stand blankly on the podium without saying a word, or he would forget what to write when the chalk touched the blackboard. [Read the latest chapter] Watermark Advertising Test Watermark Advertising Test (Pingnan Literature Network) The students all said that Teacher Yang had lost his soul.
Yang Xinwu was indeed "lost". This emotion started when Yuan Ziguang told him about Lin Xiaoya's death with a strange expression. As a close "gay friend" of Yuan Ziguang, he is the only person besides Yang Jihong who knows about his relationship with Lin Xiaoya. At least he thinks that only these two people know.
As stated in Su Yuanlao's forensic report, the relationship between Yang Xinwu and Lin Xiaoya was completely innocent, so innocent that every minute they spent together could be played on the street if it were made into a video.
Lin Xiaoya herself is not amazing in appearance - of course she is much prettier than his maid Yang Jihong - the first time I met Lin Xiaoya was purely to satisfy Yang Jihong's small request. After all, Yang Xinwu is an ordinary modern man who has little resistance to women's groveling requests for help. He agreed to Yang Jihong's request to help his "sister" as soon as the pillow blew.
After several contacts, Yang Xinwu admired this girl, not only because she had a sense of youthful liveliness that many maids did not have, but also because of her clear understanding of her future and her wisdom in trying to change her.
Compared with the maids who think about how to win the favor of the senators, how to give birth to children for the senators as soon as possible, and how to "secure their favor" by various means all day long, Lin Xiaoya thinks more about how she will behave in the new world under the rule of the Senate. To succeed. Similar girls in another time and space are full of pitfalls, so realistic that they are annoying. But in this time and space. Such girls are rare.
Needless to say, few maid students have a clear understanding of the concepts of junior high school, high school, vocational training classes, and A, B, and C diplomas, but Lin Xiaoya found out clearly - this is not a secret. There are instructions in newspapers and library brochures. It's just that very few students read and understand seriously. They completely adopt the attitude of "I will do whatever the leader wants me to do, and I will learn whatever the leader wants me to learn." Even if such naturalized civilian students are in It is also rare in Fangcaodi.
After meeting Lin Xiaoya for the second time, Yang Xinwu not only agreed to recommend Lin Xiaoya to Fangcaodi High School to sponsor her tuition, but also expressed his willingness to fully sponsor Lin Xiaoya's living expenses.
The next thing went smoothly, his recommendation letter played its due role, and soon all the procedures were in place. On August 31st. Yang Jihong proposed to hold a farewell banquet at home to celebrate Lin Xiaoya's upcoming enrollment, and Yang Xinwu readily agreed. to this end. He also deliberately left work early and asked Yang Jihong to specially order some high-end food and low-alcohol fruit wine that girls loved to drink from the farm teahouse.
Lin Xiaoya is very lively and can talk, even though there are only three people eating. The atmosphere is very lively. Look at her bright eyes. Yang Yuanlao inevitably had some thoughts in his mind.
But the idea is just a bit of an idea. Although the elder knows that legally it doesn't matter what he does to the girl, he is not such a beast after all. Happy time is always short. When Lin Xiaoya asked to go back to school, Yang Yuanlao found that it was almost ten o'clock.
"It's so late!" Yang Xinwu remembered that Lin Xiaoya had said that her leave time was only four hours, and the access control started at nine o'clock in the evening. "Will I be punished if I go back to school now?"
"No." Lin Xiaoya made a face. "There is a bamboo forest outside the wall. Everyone thought it was impassable. I built a path inside so that I could walk all the way to the wall: I hid a broken ladder there, which was enough to climb over the wall."
Yang Xinwu couldn't help but laugh, it reminded him of his student days.
On the contrary, Yang Jihong was more nervous: "Where is your roommate? I have to check the dormitory tonight."
"I live in a rest dormitory now - a few days ago I swallowed a piece of soap, foamed at the mouth, felt nauseous and vomited - I don't have roommates, and there are no night checks."
"So..." Yang Jihong opened his eyes in surprise.
"I climbed over the wall and didn't ask for leave." Lin Xiaoya blinked mischievously, "I have already used up the number of leave requests for this month. But it is still too late now. It will take more than half an hour to go back. I can't give it. I saw it during the night watch."
Yang Xinwu laughed, but Yang Jihong looked helpless and worried.
"Don't you have a pass issued by me? Can the school not allow you to use this to ask for leave?"
"This is not good. You have already recommended me to go to school. If I use this to ask for leave, what will others think? It doesn't matter that I am a student, but you are an elder. Besides, this is using your power to break the rules set by Elder Dong. , she was not happy either."
Yang Jihong sent Lin Xiaoya out, and Yang Xinwu went back to the study alone to prepare lessons - the work in Fangcaodi was particularly heavy. In addition to ordinary teaching tasks and administrative work, he is also responsible for educational work in accounting vocational training. In addition to teaching, he also edited the teaching materials and teaching aids currently used in the accounting vocational class at Fangcaodi.
Yang Yuanlao graduated from a second-rate local industrial and business university with a major in finance. After graduation, he taught for a few days at a lower-tier vocational school. After failing the postgraduate entrance examination, I applied for a job in a large state-owned bank. I went through the work process from teller to accounting supervisor, and then moved to a large joint-stock commercial bank, where I started a corporate credit business. My career was booming and my relationship was very happy.
Yang Yuanlao is usually "as pale as a chrysanthemum" and seems to be extremely satisfied with his current life. Only he knows that deep down he has the turbulent heart of a middle school boy.
However, turmoil is turmoil, and he does not intend to take the risk of changing the trajectory of his life. At the beginning, he participated in the training camp purely for fun. In his own words, it was to "watch the brainless people." However, when Mr. Wen showed the wormhole, Mr. Yang died on the spot. After reacting, he immediately followed a group of wavering elements. Escaped.
As soon as he returned, he received a call from his best friend in the same field: He had taken out a steel trade loan worth hundreds of millions in order to get a high rebate from a customer. As a result, the customer's capital chain was broken - the loan was overdue, and the whereabouts of the customer's family were unknown. , not only is his career in jeopardy, but he may even be held legally responsible. As a result, Yang Yuanlao's life path was rewritten.
After D-Day, although he was more interested in the military, it was only at the level of a hobbyist. He was neither proficient nor interested in developing in the military system. Although he called himself an "industrial party", he was a financial professional, and he had no involvement in the industry. land. Has always acted as "soy sauce". Until the establishment of Delong Bank, Minglang saw that he had experience in bank accounting management, and originally planned to appoint him to be responsible for Delong's accounting work, but Yang Yuanlao refused to do so, which made Minglang lose face. It wasn't until Zhang Zhixiang's strict management in Fangcaoyang forced away a group of veteran teachers who were greedy for comfort and wanted to pick up female students, causing a "teacher shortage", the organization office used his experience as a school teacher to transfer him. Fangcaodi - This time, Mr. Yang took office happily.
"Teaching and educating people is fun." Just as he raised his eyes to see the calligraphy works hanging on the wall of his study room - which he drew up himself and asked Liu Dalin to handwrite - he suddenly heard a loud noise outside. When I opened the window, I saw that the soldiers on guard duty on the periphery had entered the city and set up a cordon. Some maids and senators had arrived downstairs and were discussing something loudly.
Lin Xiaoya's sudden death shocked him greatly. A young girl who was joking with him less than an hour ago suddenly fell to her death. What worried him even more was that after Yang Jihong came back, he never mentioned why Lin Xiaoya didn't go to the station, but died downstairs of the service agency less than fifty meters away from his building.
The police took away the body, the cleaners cleaned the floor, and the senators and maids who watched the excitement went home. At dawn, everyone went to work, and life in Bairencheng returned to normal.
From that day on, Yang Jihong became in a trance, although like a precisely manufactured machine, she continued to run exactly on schedule: taking care of the housework and serving the elders. But the man became taciturn, usually spending time alone in a daze, and rarely even talked to him. Only when she woke up at night, she would hold Yang Xinwu tightly, her face wet.
Although he knew from various signs that Yang Jihong and Lin Xiaoya's death were inextricably linked, he could not imagine it. What would happen to two people with such a close relationship: Such a lively, cute and smart child is also her best friend, what reason does Yang Jihong have to harm her?
Yang Xinwu couldn't figure it out.
He tried several times to talk to Yang Jihong, but to no avail: as soon as he opened his mouth, she would either shed tears silently, or suddenly burst into hysterical tears, unable to stop. It left him helpless. It also made him worry more and more day by day.
Looking around in confusion, he realized that he had no one to discuss with. Although Yuan Ziguang knew about the relationship between him and Lin Xiaoya, he did not know that Yang Jihong was suspected of murder. As for the others, he did not know how to speak.
He wanted to find an opportunity to talk again. He thought that with Ran Yao's ability, it would only take a few days to find out the truth. What should we do if Yang Jihong is really involved in Lin Xiaoya's death?
"Old Yang, what's going on with you lately? Have you been a little distracted?" The door of the office was pushed open, and Zhang Zhixiang came in.
"Ah, it's nothing, nothing." Yang Xinwu quickly covered it up.
"It's okay. If you have something to say, tell me. Everyone, please don't hold it in your heart and make you sick." Zhang Zhixiang said, taking out a letter from his pocket. "This was just sent by the correspondent. The general office has an appointment with you tomorrow." Go talk, I have arranged the time for you, and I will find someone to take your place in the class."
