Fang Chang'an did not enter the house, and saw Wang Yuwei in front of the house. The two walked towards the same courtyard, waved from a distance, and were close. Wang Yuwei smiled first and asked with a smile: "What a coincidence?"

"It's quite a coincidence."

"Didn't bring Shen Mo back?"

"You really look down on me."

"That's right, you are Fang Chang'an."

The two walked side by side into the courtyard, and Fang Chang'an asked: "Does County No. 1 Middle School rest every week?"

"One rest for two weeks, this week's rest, and only half a day off next week."

"long time?"

"Yes, I have classes on Sunday morning, afternoon breaks, and I'm even worse in my senior year. I have two days off every month."

"Well……"

Fang Changan thought about it carefully and vaguely remembered that this seemed to be the case. To put it this way, the No. 1 Middle School in the city is more humane. After all, there is a day off every week to prepare the foundation - probably because the inspection in the city is tight.

"Where are you?"

"It's also a two-week break, but there's one day off in the second week."

"That's better than us."

"How many shifts are you in?"

"Ship fifteen."

Fang Changan thought about it. When he was in the county No. 1 Middle School in his previous life, he was in Class 16 in Grade 1. The twin sisters seemed to be in Class 15, and maybe they were in Class 17. I don’t know if Wang Yuwei knew him or not.

Of course, he was not in the mood to think about this now. He didn't take it seriously after reading it in his mind. Wang Yuwei asked again: "How many classes are you in?"

“Twenty-three.”

"Where is Shen Mo?"

“Class 11.”

"Where is Wang Ke?"

“Class 11.”

Wang Yuwei burst out laughing, fortunately gloating, and couldn't stop laughing. Fang Changan curled his lips and said, "You laugh slowly, I'll go back first."

“Wait wait.”

Wang Yuwei quickly held back her laughter, stood at the door of his house, and laughed in a low voice: "Then why did you go to No. 1 Middle School in the city? Not a single one was caught?"

"I went to study, study hard, and improve every day."

Wang Yuwei immediately turned around and looked vigilantly, but she didn't notice any elders coming. Then she rolled her eyes and asked again: "Do you have many beautiful girls in your class?"

"It's okay, there are two or three, probably worse than you, but they're also pretty."

"whispering sound."

Wang Yuwei sneered and then laughed, "There are several beautiful girls in our class, one of them is still twins, and they look almost exactly the same."

"Is Wang Ke beautiful?"

Wang Yuwei looked at him with her head tilted, "There is definitely not one alone, but the two sisters are more beautiful than Wang Ke together."

“Is this one plus one?”

"yes."

Wang Yuwei blinked at him, "Are you twins."

Fang Chang'an was speechless immediately. A reborn man in labor was actually teased by a teenage girl. He rolled his eyes and turned around and went home: "See you back."

The door and main hall were not locked, but there was no one in the living room. Fang Changan shouted, and then he heard his mother agreeing upstairs, going upstairs, and calmly cleaning the living room upstairs.

My father was looking at the shop, and my younger brother and sister had not yet finished school. Fang Chang'an put down his schoolbag and followed his mother to the downstairs. He then touched an apple and peeled it, chewing it.

At first, I just asked the dormitory, military training, how are you getting along with your classmates? After sweeping the floor, I took a mop and mopped it slowly. After pausing for a while, I asked casually: "You guys are all different classes, do you still meet?"

"who?"

"The three girls with you, Wang Ke and the others."

"There is no other class. After the military training, I have dinner, and after dinner, I go back to the dormitory to sleep. Then I greeted me in the car that I came back."

Fang Chang'an said lightly and continued to chew apples.

"After all, I am a classmate, and now I am a classmate. They are all from the same town and school. You can meet more often, have a meal, chat, etc."

"Why should I see them when I'm idle?"

"Oh, it's not normal for old classmates to talk to each other when they meet. Take care of each other."

In a calm tone, he looked at the mop and took a photo of his son's head, "You are a boy, you have to take the initiative."

"They are fine, there is nothing I need to take care of."

Fang Changan was afraid that his mother would still be nagging, so he went out with the half-chewed apple, "I won't tell you anymore, I'll go to Teacher Cheng's house to have a look."

"Okay, okay, really, a boy is not as sensible as a girl..."

The calm complaints came from behind. Fang Chang'an just pretended that he couldn't hear it and ate the apple to Cheng Mengfei's house. She found that she had been pregnant for more than a month, but now she has been more than four months, and she looks a little pregnant.

The bun shop in the city has already been on track. Fang Lujun is responsible for the bun shop in the town, and other business in the town also has people in charge. Shen Chengyan’s biggest task now is to take care of his wife.

Of course, there are aunts and mothers in the care of things. The main thing he is to make Cheng Mengfei happy when he is in a bad mood, such as asking her to scold her, or help her find someone to scold her.

When Fang Changan appeared outside the door, he heard the couple scolding him in the living room: "I must have been home on Friday, and I don't know how to come here to see..."

"As boys, it's normal for this age to be heartless..."

"Is there anyone who is an elder like you, saying bad things about your child behind your back."

"I...I'm not trying to be upset for you. You said how good you were to him before..."

"Then he has to go home first when he comes back. He can't come to our house first? What's that?"

"Yes, yes, or my wife is considerate and considerate. I'm too one-sided, one-sided."

"How many full-score essays do you think our city has every year?"

"I really don't know this, but there are definitely not many. You think that every time you write a full score essay, the province will be unified. How many can there be in each city on average? And there are many more that are not full scores. Strictly speaking, they should be excellent essays, not full scores."

"Yes? Then why did I teach three at once?"

"I wonder, you are just the first year of raising students, and you are a junior high school in the town, so you brought out three full-score compositions... That is, you can't take students this year for our two children. Oh... the school doesn't know how much you should hate me."

"So I was prescient when I wanted to be a teacher, right?"

"That's sure, if you don't become a teacher, Chang'an, Wang Ke, and Mo Mo, can you get so good at the exam? And it's not just a full-score composition, No. 2 Middle School, including our entire town, hasn't been admitted to the No. 1 Middle School for many years? As a result, you got four exams this year, and you brought them all."

Fang Chang'an stood under the porch and listened to the conversation inside. He silently sympathized with Shen Chengyan in his heart. Then he finally held back his laughter and adjusted his emotions. Then he shouted: "Teacher Cheng, Uncle Shen."

Cheng Mengfei became very strange after she became pregnant, but she wouldn't be really angry. She was just a bit chaotic and talkative. During the summer vacation, Fang Chang'an came and called "Uncle Chen, Teacher Cheng". Because she called Chen Chengyan first, she said it several times half jokingly and half angrily, thinking that Fang Chang'an valued Chen Chengyan more than her teacher, and was as heartless as Chen Chengyan.

To be honest, what Cheng Mengfei has seen during the past few months of pregnancy has made Fang Changan even have some inexplicable shadow on the future of Shen Mo or Wang Ke’s pregnancy. It is mainly Shen Mo. After all, she is close to Cheng Mengfei, but fortunately she is not related by blood, so she should not be as strange as Cheng Mengfei.

"I came in time, I was talking about you."

Seeing Fang Chang'an come in, Cheng Mengfei's face was full of joy, and Chen Chengyan also looked relieved. Cheng Mengfei's strange temper was only aimed at people close to him, and was nothing unusual to outsiders, including elders. This was clearly reflected in her attitude towards Shen Baoguo and his wife, and towards aunts.

That is to say, only one for him.

Shen Mo didn't come often. Fang Chang'an, who was the only junior who saw that he grew up, could help him share the pressure (and it was also possible to use firepower).

"Auntie, come with some fruit, Chang'an is here."

Cheng Mengfei raised his voice and called out to aunt. Fang Changan learned his lesson, but he didn't refuse. He smiled and said, "I didn't even drink saliva when I got home. I was thirsty, but Teacher Cheng loved me."

If he was talking like this normally, Cheng Mengfei would probably roll his eyes, but now he was very happy to hear it. He stood up and poured tea for him again. Chen Chengyan dared not let her move, so he quickly stood up and poured water. Cheng Mengfei didn't let him do it and insisted on pouring it himself, so he had to stare carefully from the side.

After chatting with her for a while, Chen Chengyan and Cheng Mengfei knew about Fang Chang'an's many situations in school, because Chen Chengyan often came here, and they knew that Fang Chang'an could only say this week's experience, which was nothing more than what he said to his mother just now.

After talking, Cheng Mengfei looked at the time and didn't leave any food, and started to chase people: "Okay, it's almost time to eat. Your mother must have prepared the meal and waited at home. Go back quickly."

Fang Chang'an said goodbye with a smile. When he returned home, Fang Changming and Fang Yanran had already returned. Since moving to the town, they have been together for two years and suddenly separated for another week. Just like Fang Chang'an had just returned home in junior high school for the first time, the two little guys felt particularly intimate when they met their elder brother. Even Fang Changming, who usually likes to sing opposite to his elder brother, is much more honest.

After dinner, I watched TV, took a shower and lie on the bed to read books. Fang Chang'an missed WeChat a little. It would be great if I could have a video chat with Shen Mo or Wang Ke at this time...

"WeChat should have been released in about 10 years, right? There are four years left... Is the mobile version of QQ already available now? It's time to release the iPhone next year..."

The next day, I rode my bicycle to my grandma's house and came back after lunch. Due to the improvement of living conditions at home, the living conditions of the two elderly people have improved a little over the past two years. It was not that my daughter and son-in-law gave me a lot, but that there was no need to drag down the two elderly people.

Back in the town, Fang Chang'an sat in the shoe store, chatted with his mother, and talked about opening a branch. Last time he proposed that it was finally rejected by his parents because of the investment in opening a store in the city. This time he proposed it again, and his calm attitude was still not very positive.

Fang Changan Yu Fu mentioned his follow-up plan again, of course, he cannot say it all, because he is aiming at the economic crisis in two years, and the country will spend 4 trillion yuan to turn the tide. China will not be greatly affected, but it will undoubtedly have an impact, especially some foreign trade manufacturers.

Fang Chang'an is planning to build a new factory at that time, or take over a factory, open a shoe factory, produce and sell it by itself. This will naturally not be his main business in the future. He is aiming at the mobile Internet, but he can give his parents a career, and perhaps he can set up the brand when the domestic brand rises.

However, after he spoke out his plans selectively, he remained silent for a few seconds, but sighed: "Chang'an, you have been smart and sensible since childhood. Mom doesn't know how likely what you said is to succeed, but things must be done to succeed..."

She paused and continued: "But, my parents really didn't think about doing so many things. Now the family is pretty good. There is a shop, and your dad is still busy with the bun shop. Not counting you, the money earned by the shoe shop every year is enough. You save your money well. When you graduate and buy a house and find a job, your parents can help as much as they can. You have ideas, ability, and you can go out. It's okay if you fail. With this shop and a bun shop, your parents can always support you. That's enough..."

After she finished speaking, she was silent for a while and sighed, "Now that family is like this, your father is a little out of reach. If you really say that, mom is not afraid of losing money, but afraid of making money. You don't plan to do this, let me do it with your father. If you really make money, what will your father become?"
To be continued...