"When I was in junior high school, I was a boy at the same table. We always talked in class. One time when he was lowering his head and talking to me, the Chinese teacher suddenly called his name on the stage: Jiang Hao, what did you say? Class is about to end. My deskmate raised his head and glanced at the Chinese teacher. Anxiously, he replied loudly: Teacher, I want to go to the bathroom. If you don't believe me, ask Liang Zijin.

"At that time, our Chinese teacher replied and didn't bash me to death."

I spoke to Luo Xiangdong very affectionately, and Luo Xiangdong also replied with great interest: "What did she say?"

"Our Chinese teacher said: Do you want to go to the toilet? Ask Liang Zijin what? Does she know if you want to go?"

My voice fell, Luo Xiangdong grinned.

I frowned and said, "Don't mention how embarrassed I was at the time. You can't wait to kick him to death under the table, what bad ideas are you thinking of."

Luo Xiangdong smiled and said, "Are you so faceless? I didn't see it. I didn't know who ran to ask where the lover's supplies store is last time."

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He forgot to mention it. I immediately raised my eyebrows and said: "You still said, you thought I wanted to go? I also spared no effort to ask."

Luo Xiangdong smiled and said: "Anyway, I am embarrassed, or your face is big."

After I muttered with Luo Xiangdong for a while, he urged me to tell him funny things. I had told him all the jokes I remembered, and now there are only real people and real things left.

I said: "By the way, it's my boy Jiang Hao. He has a big tongue. He usually speaks well, but once in a Chinese class, the teacher asked him to read a modern poem. Jiang Hao stood up and held the Chinese. The book, read carefully: when he grows up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I am here, and the last sentence is not the ship at the other end. As a result, because of his big tongue, he read it stupidly, I am here. The bed is over there."

I was thinking about the scene at the time while I was talking in my head. The whole person was laughing crazy. Luo Xiangdong also followed the music. The tears of my laughter circled in my eyes, and he said intermittently: "Think about it. Car me over.

The air in the morning was very fresh. Although it was a bit cold outside, I lowered half of the car windows and let the morning breeze hit my face.

When I arrived at the shop selling steamed buns, it was still early, so there were not many customers in the shop. Luo Xiangdong parked the car on the side of the road, and we got out of the car back and forth.