I saw Zhou Guodong walking over from a distance with a big belly, limping and hurriedly, waving to Mo Yan.
Mo Yan just nodded from a distance with a dull expression. But as soon as Zhou Guodong sat down, his face was covered with sweat. He hurriedly took out a towel, wiped it again and again, and then put it back in his briefcase.
Zhou Guodong's demeanor was a little different from the first time he met him at the old captain's party, but he couldn't tell. Zhou Guodong hurriedly picked up his chopsticks, filled half a cup of hot water, soaked the chopsticks in the hot water, and skillfully picked up a bottle of warm milk and sent it to Mo Yan first.
"What to eat? As usual?" Before Mo Yan could reply, Zhou Guodong shouted: "One bowl will be shared between the two of us, just like before."
Mo Yan waved his hand in disgust and said, "No, let's separate!"
So, she ordered an extra bowl of light bean sprout rice noodles.
"Yes, we have been separated for so long, it is better to continue to separate."
Zhou Guodong said, without changing the order, he just asked the store to put his ingredients separately.
Although they were separated, he still wanted to share it with Mo Yan.
Although Mo Yan didn't disdain his kindness at all.
Mo Yan took a sip of milk and frowned, feeling that the taste was different from before. It was very bland and had no milky taste. After thinking about it, it would be better to drink soy milk.
"What's wrong? Does the milk from the Australian Milk Company still have the same taste?" Guodong laughed.
"No." Mo Yan shook his head.
Speaking of which, it's really ironic. This authentic Hong Kong milk is made from milk powder and fresh milk, mixed in a precise proportion. It has a very milky taste and is low in cost. In the past, they even dared to blatantly label themselves as “fresh milk” on the packaging.
Now, I really use real fresh milk, but the taste is not as good as before.
I remembered that more than ten years ago, every time after band training, Mo Yan's schoolbag would suddenly have an extra bottle of milk.
Mo Yan still liked drinking it at first and kept the finished milk bottle at home.
Xiaojing saw it and asked curiously: "Sister, what is that?"
"That was originally a milk bottle."
"milk?"
Xiaojing only heard that there were only very rich children in the class who drank at least one bottle of milk every day, but she had never drank it and could hardly imagine the taste of milk, so she envied her sister.
So, from that day on, Mo Yan did not drink milk immediately after training, but instead took it home to Xiaojing.
Unexpectedly, it wasn't until one day when she received two bottles of milk after training that she had the chance to drink it.
A year later, the milk delivery boy graduated, and no one gave her milk anymore.
It wasn't until Schubert took her to the supermarket one time, and she finally stared at the familiar bottle again, that she knew she would never drink the milk given by the poor boy again.
She knew that every time he finished eating Laobiaochezi noodles, he would always add 5 yuan to upgrade the drink to milk, and then secretly bring it back to school for her.
Perhaps Zhou Guodong was slowly transformed by the change in milk taste. Even though the ingredients taste completely different from before, I still feel that the taste has not changed.
still,
Mo Yan can now afford to drink the most expensive milk in the supermarket, so he feels that this milk has no milky taste.
"Don't you eat pig intestines? I remember that you used to love pig intestines the most. The first time you ate them, you still resisted the disgust. After one bite, you couldn't stop." Zhou Guodong said and used chopsticks to eat the pig intestines. All the marinated intestines were given to her.
Although Mo Yan looked at his favorite thing before, he was still a little hesitant.
"Many things are changing, but the brine juice that I have used for decades has never changed. It still has the same taste as before."
Although Mo Yan said that the milk had lost its flavor, Zhou Guodong still looked forward to Mo Yan's expression when he ate the "nine-turn brine large intestine" again.
"I'm sorry, I don't eat large intestine anymore..." Mo Yan sent the large intestine back to Zhou Guodong.
"By the way, you asked me to practice more. Do you have the money ready? If the school board is so stingy with you, how can it be willing to pay for your team, a third-rate band that will be ruined anyway."
"Don't worry about money. Even if the school is unwilling to pay, I still have some ideas. Besides, we are not a third-rate band!" Guodong said firmly: "No one has the right to say that we are a third-rate band!"
Mo Yan looked at his firm eyes. In the blink of an eye, she seemed to see the passionate young man standing at the front of the team and saying to everyone: "
I know how everyone got through it! I know how everyone usually gets looked down upon by others! But after tonight, in this battle, we want everyone in the world to know the name of our unicorn! We are not orphans abandoned by society! We are Chen Nanfang’s children, and each of us is a brave man on the one-horse race! "
No matter how much Mo Yan wanted to forget, she could never forget that night more than ten years ago, Zhou Guodong led the Unicorn Horse and created a miracle.
Even after he graduated, this miracle continued for three years.
"Your tone is still as loud as before." Mo Yan still said calmly: "But as a human being, you still have to face reality. Where is the money?"
After saying that, Guodong took out a briefcase from his briefcase.
After Mo Yan received it, he counted them in front of his face.
"There's still more than 7,000 to go," she said coldly.
"There's more here..."
With that said, Guodong took out another heavy briefcase.
Mo Yan took it and it was very heavy. When he poured it out, he saw that it was full of change and coins. Some of the coins accidentally rolled off the table.
Guodong knelt down, not even soiling his clothes, but also groping carefully on the dirty ground of the food stalls and the smelly ditches, lest there was even a tiny bit missing that would invalidate this week's additional training.
"It's so dirty..." Mo Yan looked at the few coins he picked up with disgust. He casually threw his wet wipes to him.
He wiped every coin carefully.
"Count and see if it's enough."
"Please, just forget about this small change!"
"No, even if it's a dime, it's still money."
Guodong watched Mo Yan count the money tremblingly. After counting, he shook his head. There was still 300 left.
Guodong touched his wallet and saw only 100.
They were also thrown out.
"Forget it, you can make up the 200 next time."
After the two of them finished eating, when they were paying the bill, Guodong suddenly realized that he had given Mo Yan his last hundred yuan, and he frowned and smiled at her.
"I'm sorry, I wanted to treat you to dinner..."
"Forget it! It's not expensive!"
Over the years, all the boys who have eaten with Mo Yan have been rushing to pay the bill, but this time, He and Guodong actually had to pay out of their own pockets, which is really a big news in the world.
The two walked uphill together again. Looking back on more than ten years ago, the road was still a bit bad. It is very inconvenient to have classes on rainy days.
But at that time Guodong was very agile and could reach the top in a flash.
Now, Guodong's skills and figure are not as good as before. My knees hurt with every step I took.
"Are you too slow?" Mo Yan wore high heels and walked faster than him. She turned around and looked at his embarrassed look.
"Wait a minute...it's all my fault that my legs are useless." Guodong said with a smile.
"Your leg was injured? When did it happen?" Mo Yan asked.
"It happened a long time ago. I was fighting with someone and got interrupted," Guodong said.
"You are a man who never looks at the consequences of your actions. You are lucky that you were not beaten to death. You deserve it!" Mo Yan was disdainful.
The two of them turned back to the parking lot to pick up the car.
As soon as the two returned to school, the school bell rang.
When the boys saw Mo Yan, this stunning beauty, and got off the carriage, they all stared at her.
The girls also felt inferior.
At this time, as the new vice-principal was sending students off at the door, Chen Shaofen saw that the boys seemed to be fascinated and wondered who it was.
It's okay if you don't look at it, but you can't tell if you look at it. Isn't this the new coach of the Silver Band, a foul-mouthed vixen?
"Why are you here? Hasn't the school already cut off all the funding for the silver band?" Chen Shaofen crossed his hands, deliberately stood taller, and pointed his hand at her.
Mo Yan was a little surprised. If the school cut its funding, where would the money to hire her come from?
Mo Yan did not dare to retaliate, but held back his anger until he entered the music room. When he saw that everyone had gathered in the music room, he went to the cadre room and saw Ye Siren and Lin Xuerou having a meeting inside, so he kicked them out. .
"Senior Sister's anger is still so strong. I regret it a little now." Xuerou said to Siren.
Unexpectedly, she heard Siren muttering to himself: "Master is still so handsome even when he loses his temper."
"Ye Siren, something is wrong with you!" Xuerou raised her eyebrows in a picky tone: "So you said before that you just regarded Xiaojing as your sister. Is that what you meant?"
"Don't think wrongly, I don't mean that to Master..."
Seeing that the team members had arrived, the two arranged for the team members to go to the auditorium to practice.
On the other side, Li Moyan picked up Guodong's collar and cursed: "Zhou Guodong! Explain to me clearly! Where does your money come from?"
It turns out that the daily training costs 6,000 per session, the additional training before the game costs 8,000 per session, and the two bets and one payment were paid by Zhou Guodong himself.
As for the change in the other briefcase, it was during the lunch break that Lin Xuerou called on the entire silver band to raise funds for hiring Mo Yan. Everyone in the band donated all their lunch money this week.
Huo Jianting went even further. He even wanted to embezzle student union funds, but fortunately, Ye Siren and Tan Qingli discovered and stopped him in time. Otherwise, he will be sent to jail in minutes!
If he really didn't have enough money, Guodong would kill to spend these students' money.
"Are you an idiot? Or have you gone crazy teaching? Bands in other schools are all run by students paying for them, but Chen Nanfang's Troupe Band has always been fully sponsored by the school board. You know it's free How much does it cost to learn music for them and give them grades? How much is your annual salary? Is it enough for you? You also have a sick mother to take care of, right?"
"My mother...has passed away...so, for me, Unicorn is my only home. Every member of the Silver Band is my child..." Guodong said.
"When did she leave?"
"Not long after you rejected me..."
At this moment, Mo Yan was silent.
She didn't understand, what on earth was this dying third-rate band to Zhou Guodong?
But she still clearly remembers that night more than ten years ago when the one-legged horse performed a miracle. The founding principal of the school, Ms. Chen Nanfang, was in South Korea when she attended the international competition as a consultant teacher. Her mother is critically ill in Hong Kong.
She said something similar.
What she wants to know more is...
What is a unicorn to her?
Is it an illusory fairy tale used to deceive children?
She recalled that night when she was still young and asked Chen Nanfang a question: "Principal...Does the Unicorn Horse really exist? Adults say that it is just a legend...No one has seen it at all. It doesn't exist."
"The Unicorn is real! I have seen it with my own eyes."
"Then tell me, how can I see Him?"
