Chapter 722: Adding Fuel to the Fire (12)

Xiaobai called Xier and asked her to take little Zheng Zheng away quickly.

Xiaobai couldn't get used to how little Zheng Zheng always wanted to cry. This was completely different from her style and she didn't like it.

Xi'er finally woke up from the sweet atmosphere of donuts and ran over to take little Zheng Zheng away. Little Zheng Zheng held the small cake and carefully nibbled it in small bites. He followed Xi'er's butt and turned around to wave goodbye to Xiao Bai.

"Uh-huh~ Bye." Xiaobai said unnaturally, thinking that although little Zheng Zheng was a crybaby, he was actually quite cute.

"You're poisonous, chubby."

Xiaobai's ear rang with the sound of Liuliu, and she saw Dudu munching on the grilled sausage. He lied to her that the grilled sausage was poisonous, and the children who had just been vaccinated could not eat too much, so they quickly gave her the rest. Eat it, her body has its own detoxification function.

Dudu ignored her and pointed the back of his head towards her.

She was already very familiar with Liliu's tricks, so there was no way he could deceive her.

The bustling night gradually quieted down, and the little red horse in winter was still bustling with activity, but the yard that used to be noisy in spring, summer, and autumn was quiet this season.

In the middle of winter, the cold wind blows, and the maple trees in the grove gradually lose their leaves, revealing their resilient branches, which are as silent as a mystery in the cold wind and dark night. The little bugs that played and sang every time night fell last month have disappeared without a trace.

The old mulberry tree was still as tall as iron, and the mulberry leaves remained green and did not fall with the wind.

As soon as nine o'clock in the evening passed, parents came in one after another to take away their children.

Lao Li sat in the sentry box, watching TV and making tea. At the same time, he paid attention to the people coming in and out. If a child was taken away, he would check it in the diary.

Although the young teachers in the classroom have already made the registration, Lao Li is used to making a backup by himself and has persisted for many years, although he has never used it.

"Master~~take one?"

A young man who looked to be in his 30s appeared at the window and handed Lao Li a good cigarette.

Lao Li looked at the other person and confirmed that he didn't know him. He was not Xiao Hongmali's parent. He waved his hand and said he didn't smoke. At the same time, he told him not to smoke in front of the school gate. There were only children here.

The other party put the cigarette back into the carton with a smile, put it away, and put it in his pocket, "I don't smoke. By the way, master, can I come in? I am little Zheng Zheng's father, and my name is Zheng Youmin."

"Little Zheng Zheng?" Lao Li looked at the other party again suspiciously, and there was a bit of a resemblance between his eyebrows. "Her mother always comes to pick her up. I'm sorry, I don't know her father. I haven't seen her. Don't go in." We can only wait for her mother to pick her up.”

Zheng Youmin leaned on the window and begged Lao Li with a smile. Seeing that Lao Li wouldn't let him, he retreated and tried the next best thing. He wanted to go in and see little Zheng Zheng, but he wouldn't take him away, and Lao Li wouldn't let him go. Who knows if he is little Zheng Zheng? As for his father, he couldn't let strangers in. Moreover, he felt that Zheng Youmin had a strong urban atmosphere, like some of the unscrupulous and not so honest young people in Huangjia Village.

Lao Li didn't open the door, thinking that the other party would leave on his own initiative. Unexpectedly, he stayed here and chatted with him, mainly asking about little Zheng Zheng's situation in the academy. When he learned that there were no children to play with her when he first arrived, he felt nervous. , he smiled happily when he learned that there was a little girl named Xi'er who was willing to take her.

Lao Li somewhat believed that he was little Zheng Zheng's father. He couldn't pretend to care from the bottom of his heart, but he still wouldn't let him in.

"It's cold outside, go back." Lao Li advised.

"It's okay, Xiao Zheng Zheng's mother should be here soon."

Zheng Youmin sniffed. It was windy at night and the temperature was only four to five degrees. It was very cold, clammy, and chilled to the bones.

He put his hands in his pockets and walked around the entrance of the academy, jumping up and down to keep warm.

Ten minutes later, Lao Li, who was watching TV, heard what sounded like a quarrel coming from outside. He looked out the window and saw Zheng Youmin talking to a woman. The voice was a little loud, and it sounded like a quarrel. , but not quite there yet.

Lao Li recognized the woman as Xiao Zheng Zheng's mother, Pan Xiangyi.

Pan Xiangyi scolded Zheng Youmin, and angrily came to the window with a bag in hand. He forced a smile and said to Old Li inside: "Master Li, it's me, little Zheng Zheng's mother. I'm here to take her home."

Lao Li opened the iron door and stared at Zheng Youmin behind Pan Xiangyi, worried that he would rush in, but Zheng Youmin stood outside not far away, sniffing in the cold.

"Are you okay?" Lao Li asked Pan Xiangyi, gesturing to Zheng Youmin outside with his eyes.

Pan Xiangyi forced a smile and said, "It's okay."

After walking a few steps in, he turned back and added: "He is Xiao Zheng Zheng's father, that's right."

Lao Li watched her go to the classroom and looked sideways at Zheng Youmin outside. He saw him holding a cigarette and sniffing it at the tip of his nose, but never lit it. When he saw Pan Xiangyi leading little Zheng Zheng out, he immediately He put away his cigarette, sucked in the cold snot, stood at the exit with a smile, smiled and greeted little Zheng Zheng who had just come out, and a small yellow duck appeared in his hand like magic. doll.

Little Zheng Zheng was held tightly by her mother's hand and couldn't get through, but she smiled kindly at him with her little face raised.

Zheng Youmin took two steps forward and said to Pan Xiangyi, "Let me hug my little Zheng Zheng."

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That night, after dinner at Zhang Mingxue's house, she sat on the sofa and watched TV. The TV series was the popular "Chang'an Twelve Hours".

Originally, she didn't like young actors, and even had some aversion to them, but because it was written by Zhang Tan and her mother Qin Huifang liked it, she also watched two episodes. Unexpectedly, it was so delicious! She got into it and was fascinated.

She started watching from the sixth episode. After watching it, she watched the previous episodes on the computer and finally caught up. Now she catches up every day. She feels like a dog, staring eagerly.

In the living room, only the floor lamp was turned on, and the chandelier was turned off. The window was buzzing in the cold wind outside, and the house was warm as spring.

There were only her and her mother Qin Huifang at home. Her father hadn't come back yet. He was busy with official duties and often came home after ten o'clock in the evening.

When the 29th episode of "The Longest Day in Chang'an" ended, while waiting for the 30th episode, Zhang Mingxue and Qin Huifang had time to chat.

Zhang Mingxue said she went to the crew today.

"Filming is so interesting, Lu Fan is so handsome and strong."

Qin Huifang was not interested in this, but asked: "Have you seen Zhang Tan?"

"Yes, this guy is really impressive in the crew. All actors, regardless of their size, respectfully call him Teacher Zhang when they see him."

"He is the screenwriter and the main creative staff. Isn't it normal for everyone to call him Teacher Zhang?"

"...Normal...It is normal, but Zhang Tan is so arrogant, his eyes are looking up at the sky, and he walks with his legs shaped. Mom, you have to give him a beating and stop him from being so arrogant."

"When he was in school, I believed you when you said that, but Zhang Tan is not like that now. Don't fan the flames."