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The chef with a big head and a thick neck, Lao Ye, finally failed to study "Thirty Six Strategies".

After being mercilessly mocked by Ye Mu, he sighed, dropped the book, and walked alone to the sunny window sill in the living room, looking at the scenery of the old community outside the window through the glass, his eyes gradually murmured.

Ye Mu looked at him with a slightly bleak back, and did not say anything to comfort him, but instead said, "How come you are like a grudge?"

Old Ye turned his head, because his face was too fat, even if he widened, he looked at her like beans, "You see me such a fat bitter woman?"

"Yes, after all, you are fat with a wide heart. If you are so fat, you must have a wide heart."

Lao Ye lost his temper, turned his head and ignored his wife, and continued to look at the scenery outside the window, feeling the cold wind coming in from the edge of the plastic steel window.

After half an hour, Ye Mu, who also ignored him, realized that the old man was still standing in front of the window, so she took a piece of clothing and put it on his shoulders and stood with him. Got up outside.

I didn't see anything unusual, the scenery was very ordinary.

Instead, Father Ye pointed to the kid in the yard who was playing in the snow and said: "Look, Mo Zhu used to play in the snow when he was a little older, but now after so many years, his wings are hard, and it seems that we don't need us anymore. "

Ye mother didn't understand why Lao Ye Jiner was so sensational, but she could truly feel that his current mood was a little depressed, so she said: "After so many years of cooking, don't you understand?"

"Know what?"

"My daughter is like a chef's dish, she will serve it in the morning and evening, and meeting customers who are full of praise is the best destination for a dish."

"The words are a bit rough, but they are not rough."

Mother Ye smiled: "So don't stand here with a fool. Could it be possible that if Mo Zhu doesn't come back at night, you can still show her all night?"

"All right." Lao Ye turned back to the sofa and picked up the "Thirty-Six Strategies" again. After reading it for a while, it seemed that he finally realized something. Then he raised his head and rubbed the kitchen. Ceng's wife said: "When Zhang Xiaojian comes next time, I have to give him some advice!"

Ye's mother ignored him. She felt that Lao Ye was against Zhang Xiaojian... Judging from today's performance, Lao Ye didn't understand why he didn't win. Zhang Xiaojian's ability to retreat today is not based on the art of war. , But sincere and sincere.

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Of course, Zhang Xiaojian's age is hard to understand Ye Father's mood at this time.

Because he and Ye Mozhu have broken through the last hurdle, they will soon go to Ningyuan to start the two-person world mode, and there are some small joys and expectations in their hearts.

Of course, you must first bid farewell to friends who should say goodbye in Jiangcheng, and finish the unfinished business.

Zhang Xiaojian's affairs are not in a hurry, Ye Mozhu's affairs are a little anxious, after all, she has been skipping classes for many days.

So the off-road vehicle did not go to the cinema or the frozen river, but went to the Normal University and stopped in front of the door.

Normal University in winter is a little different from summer.

The students wore cotton-padded clothes, hats and walked hurriedly. Some young men and women in love cuddled with each other more unscrupulously. Of course, Zhang Xiaojian admired the girls from the Normal University the most.

In this weather that was ten degrees below zero, he could still see the girls with their ankles bare and wearing a thin layer of bare-legged artifacts. They were really beautiful and frozen.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at them, and then at his own pig, ah, he almost turned into a bear, no need to tell.

"Come back in a while, wait for me."

Ye Mozhu smiled sweetly, buckled the face of the down jacket on his cerebellum, and rushed into the university where she had lived for almost four years and was about to say goodbye to Zhang Xiaojian's bow.

Zhang Xiaojian watched her join the crowd, and then looked bored left and right, and found that there was an unopened pulsation bottle in the car. He unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip. He did not put the bottle on the roof of the car with a siren, attracting Some gaze attention...I remembered the three-wheeled Aspen that might be chosen by the motorcycle shop today.

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Ye Mozhu is a celebrity at the National Normal University.

So when she enters the teaching building and takes off the hat that comes with her down jacket, many people will nod slightly or say hello when she sees her.

She was used to all this, so she responded with a smile along the way.

And she knew that once she left the sight of those half-baked classmates, they would immediately whisper.

Sure enough, after a corner, the two classmates who greeted her kindly just started...

"Ye Mozhu's boyfriend is very rich..."

"It is estimated that one will marry a rich family after graduation."

"So envious."

"What do you envy? You can look good. Besides, you think it's a good thing to marry a rich family? Don't say that she is a college student. Just a few female stars in the entertainment industry have a good life. If you want to return, of course you have to pay a price. "

Fan Xiaoou, who happened to be passing by, stood still holding the book and asked, "Mo Zhu is here?"

Knowing that this person and Ye Mozhu were friends, the two girls immediately nodded stubbornly.

Fan Xiaoou said: "Let's talk less lemons in the future, the corridors will be sour."

After speaking, she also turned a corner, leaving a chic back.

...

Ye Mozhu wants to leave school for an internship, first, to explain the affairs of the student union, and second, to explain to her director.

Because I left everything to the student union before, so she can continue as usual after she leaves, and it can be done by sending two WeChat messages, so I came today mainly to meet the person who Ye Mozhu asked for leave last time because of Zheng Jiaxuan director.

At this time, the old director with a newly permed curly hair was sitting at his desk eating an apple leisurely and looking at the documents in front of him seriously.

Ye Mozhu walked into the open-door office, then slightly nodded to the teachers who were looking at him, and quickly came to the director.

The director saw Ye Mozhu smiled: "I'm back, are you thinking about it? Are you planning to go for an internship or a postgraduate entrance examination? I can help you recommend Jiangcheng's middle and high schools for your internship. If it is an entrance examination..."

Ye Mozhu patiently listened to the teacher's words, and then said: "I came to tell you about this today. I plan to go for an internship."

"Where to go? Don't I recommend it?"

Ye Mozhu shook his head: "No, all arrangements are over, just come to tell you individually, I will come back to see you often in the future."

The director who had sent away the students for an unknown number of years was not sad, and said with a smile: "Okay, now that the arrangements are made, so much the better."

Ye Mozhu didn't intend to continue talking about the internship, so he chatted with his teacher about watching the drama for a while.

"By the way, you asked for leave last time and said you were going to watch a TV series. What was the name of the show?"

Ye Mozhu coughed. He couldn't say that he went to see his boyfriend and other girls holding hands to treat a disease, so he quickly recommended two stinky long soap operas in Bangzi Country.

Finally, thinking that Zhang Xiaojian was still waiting at the school gate, Ye Mozhu hurriedly said goodbye and agreed to have dinner alone the day after tomorrow. The director waved his hand with a beaming grin, then continued to chew on the apple and read the documents.

Only ten minutes later, Fan Xiaoou walked in from outside the office.

After seeing Fan Xiaoou, the director suddenly remembered something, and said, "Xiaoou, I have a good relationship with Mo Zhu, let me ask you something."

"Huh? You said."

"Mo Zhu is going to an internship. He said that the arrangements have been made and go to that school. Do you know that the child hurriedly forgot to ask just now. If there is a friend of mine in the school she is going to, I have to explain and take care of it."

Fan Xiaoou, who had just chatted with Ye Mozhu in the corridor for about five minutes, coughed lightly after hearing this: "People are going to do charity, not to that school..."

"What the hell, charity?"

Fan Xiaoou said'um': "It is estimated that many schools will be opened."

So the warm-hearted director was stunned. The wind blowing in from the open office door made her newly perm curly hair flutter slightly, and she felt a little messy...