There was no last-minute extra money, and the bloody drama of the ex-boyfriend stealing the bride was over.
After a lively gathering, the bride was taken away smoothly.
I’ve seen the bride before. She’s an ordinary person, just someone who gets by.
During the process, Wang Yan also saw the bridesmaids. Well, that was pretty good.
There was a pattern when I was in school: for every pretty girl, there would always be an ugly girl around her.
Anyway, this doesn't apply to Zhang Guang's wife.
The next day, everyone dispersed. It was too busy and it was good enough that we could stay for three days.
Everyone tacitly agreed not to discuss how much money to give. It depends on the individual, and Zhang Guang can understand that.
Wang Yan accepted the 6666 gift, and Zhang Guang didn't say anything nor did he refuse, otherwise it would have been a big deal. He knew Wang Yan wasn't the kind of person who would show off and take advantage of others. Just looking at the money, he knew Wang Yan was doing well.
After returning to the capital, Wang Yan resumed his previous life.
He was indeed lucky this month, because he sold another house and earned over 100,000 yuan.
On this day, the system notification came unexpectedly.
"The shared wish of Fang Hui and Lin Jiamo in 'So Young': happiness."
Wang Yan had never watched "So Young" before, he had only heard the song.
"If we can't see each other again with red eyes, can we still see each other with red faces?"
This little word is really touching.
I turned on the computer, logged in as a member, searched for "So Young" and started reading it.
There are movies and TV series, Wang Yan watched them all.
The story is simple: the love-hate relationship between Fang Hui and Chen Xun, with abortion and infidelity thrown into the mix.
After reading it, Wang Yan didn't want to say anything. Seriously, if he could refuse, he would rather not go.
Let's not talk about anything else, just the filming. Let's not talk about the opening scene, just the protagonist.
Nini is a pretty girl, with everything going for her, but she ended up looking like that.
The TV series is even more ridiculous. Fang Wei looks like she's about to die from beginning to end, like she's at a funeral.
Even with this, there are still some gangsters who would like this?
In Wang Yan's memory, there were certainly things like abortion and boat riding during his student days, but it was obvious that he never thought about studying.
But this kind of thing is not common.
Maybe it's because they have it at home, and it's not bad from the beginning, and the parents are also indulgent to their children.
Maybe his family doesn't have it, but he is just rebellious and will do whatever his parents don't allow him to do.
There are sports students, art students, little brothers and little sisters.
Doing things that they think are cool, chic, youthful and regret-free, and not wasting their best years.
Serious children all work hard and study well.
Perhaps they will fall in love due to the throbbing of adolescence, some will have lows, some will have highs, but overall, they are still very rational.
Wang Yan has never seen anyone who is good at studying and talks about love all day long.
Then I looked up some information and prepared more thoroughly.
On Bihu, Wang Yan came across this sentence: "The sadness when looking back on the past comes from regret, not from who was worse off."
That's about it.
He sighed, took a sip of water, stood up and closed the curtains.
Lying on the bed, Wang Yan pulled out the system panel and put all his attribute points into spirit, and the spirit attribute increased from 18 to 22.
After enjoying, choose to go.
A blue light flashed, and Wang Yan disappeared without a trace.
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Wang Yan woke up again on a tree-lined road.
The information flashed through his mind, and Wang Yan understood it clearly.
September 6, 1999, Beijing, Experimental Middle School.
Wang Yan, an 18-year-old male, lost both his parents when he was young, leaving him a house. Raised in an orphanage, he turned 18 and asked to leave the institution and return home to live on his own. The old director, through the community, arranged for him to attend this school.
Seeing a beautiful figure in white in front of him, Wang Yan called out, "Hey, the one in front, wait a minute."
Seeing that she didn't hear him and continued walking forward, Wang Yan continued to shout, "The one in white clothes in front, I'm talking to you."
She couldn't pretend she didn't hear it anymore, so she turned around and asked blankly, "What's going on?"
Seeing that not very beautiful look back, Wang Yan didn't want to say anything. That youthfulness shouldn't be so green. He would have to change her appearance in the future.
For now, forget it. It doesn't suit Mr. Wang's style. He's a little uninterested and can't bring himself to do it. Let's wait and see.
"I just saw on the list that you've transferred to Class 1, Grade 2, and so have I."
Wang Yan picked up the table and walked over to her in two or three steps: "Let me help you carry it, it's quite heavy."
As he said that, he piled his desk on top of hers, leaving no room for refusal.
"You take two stools and move lightly."
"Thank you, classmate."
"My name is Wang Yan, the Yan in Zi Yue. What's your name?"
"Fang Hui."
"Which one is it?"
“Fennel.”
"I see. I'm going to take the liberty of saying, 'Yeah, you look better with long hair.'"
After saying that, regardless of the look Fang Wei gave him, he said, "Let's go."
Wang Yan walked in front carrying two tables, and Fang Wei followed closely behind, dragging two chairs.
After walking for a while, I saw a group of boys running towards me on the road next to me.
"Take a break. I see you're sweating." Wang Yan put down the table and said.
Fang Wei was also tired, so she obediently put down the stool.
The light shone through the leaves onto her face. She wiped the sweat off her face, shielded her eyes from the sun with her hands, and raised her head to enjoy the warmth of the sun.
This look attracted the attention of two boys who were running over there.
This scene was deeply imprinted in their hearts and would never go away.
Seeing the man standing next to her, Chen Xun and Qiao Ran frowned. They probably felt that the boy standing next to the sun-drenched figure in a white dress was a desecration of beauty.
After a short rest, Wang Yan picked up the table again and said, "Let's go. We'll be there soon."
The two found the classroom of Class 1, Grade 2, and separated the desks and chairs.
Wang Yan consciously moved to the corner by the window. There was nothing he could do about it; he was used to it.
The main thing was seeing the desks and chairs in the classroom, the class schedule on the blackboard, the national flag on the wall above the blackboard, and the big red words on both sides. It reminded me of the ignorant days in the past. He used to sit at the back by the window, and his two good friends sat at the desk, one on each side to protect the teacher.
Shaking his head and smiling, Wang Yan tidied up.
Fang Wei couldn't find a seat, so she put it next to the podium.
"Let's go, let's go find the teacher to get the textbooks."
Nodding subconsciously, Fang Wei had an indescribable feeling towards this classmate with ordinary looks and deep eyes.
The feeling was, well, he was very special, but Fang Wei couldn't put it into words what was so special about him.
"Boom. Boom. Boom."
"Come in. You look unfamiliar. Are you new here?" The male teacher sitting at the door said with a smile.
They have been teaching for so many years that they have become proficient and have a basic impression of their students.
"Thank you. I just transferred here, Class 1, Grade 2." Wang Yan replied politely.
A female teacher working in the office noticed the commotion and heard Class 1, Grade 2. She said, "Come over here, you two. I'm your homeroom teacher."
The two walked up to him, and Wang Yan said, "Hello, teacher. What's your name?"
Fang Wei was startled by Wang Yan's words. She had never seen a student come up to ask the teacher's name.
The female teacher was also stunned for a moment. She had never seen such a mature student. But when she thought of Wang Yan's information, she was relieved. As an orphan, it was understandable that he was a little more mature.
"My name is Hou Cuiping, you can just call me Teacher Hou."
Teacher Hou then said, "I know all your situations. Have you brought the tables and chairs?"
The two nodded.
"Okay, then go to the first floor and look for Mr. Zhang in the back office to get this semester's textbooks."
"Okay, Mr. Hou, let's go over there."
After talking to Teacher Hou, Wang Yan took Fang Hui and left.
Looking at Wang Yan, who walked with his back straight and head held high, and Fang Hui, who followed him step by step and was taciturn, Teacher Hou shook his head and said, "They are both poor children."
Wang Yan and Fang Hui didn't talk much from beginning to end. There was really nothing much for a man who was forty years old at heart to say to a child who was eighteen years old in body and mind. He still needed to cultivate them first. He also needed some time to adapt and find his former courage.
After getting the book, I returned to the classroom and it happened to be Teacher Hou’s class.
Wang Yan shouted "Report."
Teacher Hou inside motioned for me to come in.
Chen Xun, Qiao Ran and Zhao Ye were playing around. When they saw Wang Yan and the other person coming in, they were all stunned.
Chen Xun and Qiao Ran were thinking about the beauty just now, while Zhao Ye was purely curious.
Seeing Wang Yan and Fang Hui coming in with their reports, Teacher Hou said, "Put your books on your seats first. Fang Hui, you take that seat."
As he said this, he pointed to the aisle seat in the second row by the window, where he had already changed seats.
Fang Wei walked over with the book in her arms.
Then he said to Wang Yan, "Is it okay for you to sit at the back?"
Wang Yan smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay, I'm tall, and I'm used to it."
Teacher Hou shook his head and said, "Go put the book away."
Seeing that the two had put their books away, Teacher Hou called them to the front of the podium and said, "Come, let's ask the two new students to introduce themselves. Welcome everyone."
The students applauded sparsely.
"Who will go first?"
Fang Wei looked at Wang Yan.
Wang Yan made a gesture of invitation.
Fang Hui was a little nervous and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Hello everyone, my name is Fang Hui. Thank you."
There was no movement down there.
Teacher Hou said, "Quack, quack, Fang Hui is a little shy. Everyone, please help her more in the future."
After the scattered applause died down, Wang Yan said with full energy, "Wang Yan."
Everyone was waiting for him to continue speaking, but after waiting for a while, Wang Yan didn't continue.
Teacher Hou said with a cough, "Come, let's welcome Wang Yan."
After the perfunctory applause died down, Teacher Hou said, "You two should return to your seats. We will start the class."
"Last class, we talked about..."
Although it's a bit embarrassing, I still want to say something.
When writing "Those Years in a Hurry", I couldn't help but recall my past glory.
Today I saw that there are many readers under the age of 17.
I don't know if it's about the registered age or the actual age counted.
As you grow up, countless people tell you to study hard, and I believe you are tired of hearing it.
But I still advise you to read less novels if you have nothing to do.
If you have the time, it would be better to read some serious books.
If you really can't stand reading it, just write it yourself. It's best to write something historical and look up more information. It's much better than reading novels.
That’s all I have to say.
And there are lesbians reading my book? It's very confusing.
The people who read my brother's novels, which are not written in standard Mandarin, the most are actually the brothers from Guangdong. It's amazing.
