Ultimate Teacher Chapter 676: 、 You do n’t want to kill me!
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Chapter 676!
"Thank you, Mr. Ye" said softly, looking respectfully.
Mr. Yan Ziwu is the village head and the most respected old man. Virtue is high, and there are many believers, including the former Fang Yan is also a brainwashing fan of Mr. Fang.
Mr. Ye Wenrou has some blame and some reprimands for this surprise attack. This seems to everyone a matter of course. Not only can you not get bored with this, but you will also feel a sense of ‘deep honour’ being cared for.
At least, Ye Wenrou thought so.
Ye Wenrou knew that Fang Yanhe and Mr. Fang had a "hate". Before the matter became clear, the parties were in a state of hostility.
If Fang Yan and Mr. have a conflict, she will choose to stand on Fang Yan's side without hesitation.
Fang Yanjin, she also entered.
Fang Yanzhan, she will fight.
However, the person standing in front of her is a sir, the teacher of all the people in Yanziwu-for a long time, this habit has been developed. The sir's words are right, the sir's work is correct, the sir's concern for me is good to me, and the sir's scolding me is also good to me. All Yanziwu people are proud of being able to get the teacher's instruction or reprimand.
Many years of business, or that Mr. Mr. has not done anything deliberately.
It ’s like the seeds will eventually sprout, the tadpoles will finally become frogs, and Mr. has become the oldest and most solid piece of monument in Yanziwu ——
Ye Wenrou does n’t like Mr., because his apprentice Bai Xiu killed Fang Yan ’s father-
Ye Wen Rou has to respect the gentleman, just like all Yanziwu people must respect the gentleman. That is a habit.
"The Ye family has you, it's a blessing and a sorrow." The sighed and said: "With such a talent, he was born on a female doll-Ye family is afraid that he would not let you go easily?"
Ye Wen Rou did n’t expect that his husband would talk to him about this topic. There was a light red deep in his neck and some ruddy ears, but his face was quiet, and he said indifferently, "Who can say things in the future?" Are you sure? "
"Yeah, who can be more accurate in the future?" Mr. grinned. He smiled kindly and kindly, like the elderly man in the village picking up excrement when he saw the ascending junior. "The boat is naturally straight at the bridgehead, and you don't need to think too much. Failure to pass the barrier has not left any sequelae. This shows that God is kind to you-take a rest. Save your strength and go to the heaven again."
"Yes, sir." Ye Wenrou thanked again.
Finally, Mr. Fang ’s eyes turned to Fang Yan ’s face, not abruptly or weirdly, so naturally.
When he faced Ye Wenrou, the smile on his face had not been taken away, so when he saw Fang Yan, there was still a smile on his face.
However, this smile did not disappear immediately, but instead it gradually spread.
Mr.'s skin is dark, like the bark everywhere around Shihezi or the dried sheep's pimple.
Because the skin color is too dark, the wrinkles on the face are not so deep.
His eyes were muddy, and red blood vessels crisscrossed his eyes.
It makes people feel kind, but it's hard to get close.
"I'm back?" said Mr. Fang Yan.
Do n’t see the common sayings of the wind and rain, just like Fang Yan said when he met him when he came back from the outside numerous times.
At that time, he probably wore a gray robe to hang out in the village. More often, he picked up manure in the dungeon carrying the dung basket as he did today. In stocking. However, you rarely see feces and other excretory objects in or outside the village. It's because there is a sunset-red 'shovel **** brigade' that Mr. Yang thinks is doing cleaning work in obscurity.
Fang Yan was reluctant to hear his question.
He came back just to meet Mr. This time. When he was in Huacheng, he had already begun to conceive and plan the various **** storms during the return and Mr. confrontation. What kind of face will the gentleman put on and how should he respond with courtesy and manners. What will the first sentence of the husband say, he should make a perfect answer and make the outside world think that he is a small man who has been persecuted ——
For this reason, Li Xiaotian Ye Fengsheng, in order to give themselves a strong momentum, returned from Yanjing one by one to gather in Yanziwu. They were still surrendered even if they were threatened and beaten by their parents. He stood up at all times, stood up passionately and passionately, and stood with Fang Yan.
They have conceived for so long and paid so much, sir-is this his attitude?
You should be angry, you should be angry, you should scream, you can-hit someone with a shovel rake?
Or you can show the majesty of the superior and the domineering spirit, and then use your hard work and means for decades to give yourself some sharp but in-depth problems-
How can you do nothing? Just an understatement of "return" broke the deadlock between the two?
"I'm back." Fang Yan said in a muffled voice.
Because the husband does not play cards according to common sense, the cards he prepared cannot be played.
Mr. nodded and said: "A few days ago I heard from them that you came back and thought you should go to me before and after your feet. I didn't go to the school these days. I make big leaf tea every day. After several times, I didn't see the shadow of your kid. "
What does this mean?
"Get cheap and sell well." Fang Yan thought angrily.
Fang Yan looked at Fang Yan and said, "Sir wants me to go?"
"Naturally I hope you go," said the sir. "The later you go, the worse your character is in your heart —"
Mr. looked around and said, "Winter is coming. The days before the snow closed the mountain, the animals on the mountain moved more frequently-after picking up all afternoon feces, my throat was thirsty. "
Mr. Ye Wenrou looked at him and said, "Go back first. Go home late. Your family should worry about being tricked by this kid to do bad things."
Just like knowing that Ye Wenrou will definitely agree, after finishing the remarks, his eyes turned to Fang Yan again, and said, "You follow me. Let's say a few words about private room--"
Ye Wenrou looked at Fang Yan, and Fang Yan nodded at her.
Ye Wenrou still looked at Fang Yan. Fang Yan smiled and said: "Go back."
Ye Wen Rou nodded and said, "I will go back first."
Ye Wen Rou turned away and walked towards the village of Yanziwu.
Mr. picked up the dung basket and walked towards Yanziwu. Fang Yan followed him step by step.
When he arrived at his hut, he poured the manure from the manure basket into the manure pond. The village is too backward, and even biogas is not used. Therefore, after these manures leaven themselves, they will be picked up by humans and spilled into wheat fields or **** fields.
Throw the dung basket in the corner outside the courtyard door, go to the courtyard and hit a bucket of water to wash your hands and wash your face, and then push the wooden door straight and take a big enamel jar on the table and pour it into the atmosphere. This is like a renewal. Thinking of Fang Yan like this, he said, "Do you want to drink tea?"
Fang Yan refused and said, "I have been taking tonics recently. I am afraid that the medicine will be relieved and it is not convenient to drink tea."
Mr. didn't forcefully say, "You said that you make good tea, even Dao Ling, who has enjoyed the blessing in the city, also respects your tea skills. I have never had a chance to taste it."
Fang Yan should not.
If the knot in his heart is not resolved, I am afraid he will not make a pot of good tea for his husband in his life.
Mr. stood in the door with a tea mug in his hand, and Fang Yan stood outside in a white robe. There is only a threshold between the two.
The light in the hut is dim, and the face of the husband is hidden in this gloomy atmosphere.
The sun is shining outside, and Fang Yanfeng, in a white shirt, is handsome and bright, just like the golden sunshine in the sky, shining the eyes of the flowers.
"You are too late." The husband said looking at Fang Yan.
Fang Yan nodded and said, "It may be too early-I always feel that I am not ready, and I want to spend more time with the people close to me. After all, there are no relatives around me- "
"You have always been a good child with great affection and righteousness." Mr. praised and said. "What you say is something everyone should care about. There is nothing more important than this in this world."
Fang Yan's mouth tweeted, and said, "I used to say this for a long time-even my husband praised me so much, proving that I must be such an excellent person."
"Now?"
"Now I think this is a great irony to me." Fang Yan said. "Do you want me to come earlier?"
"I hope you come earlier."
"The later you say I come, the worse your character is in my heart—" Fang Yan's eyes became sharp, staring coldly at the gentleman standing in front of him, and said, "You treat yourself Is her character so confident? "
Mr. took a sip of tea from the tea tank and said, "You have anger in your heart."
"That's murderous." Fang Yan said. "Three years ago, it was anger. After three years of digestion-they have become murderous."
"You don't want to kill me," the sir said.
"——"
"If you are going to kill someone, you have tried every way to kill him." Mr. Fang looked at Fang Yan and said: "Conspiracy, tricks, ambushing poison, or any other way-this is your side What Yan can do. "
"——"