In this world, there are three things that cannot be concealed.

Poverty, cough, love.

Especially when you love someone, no matter how restrained you or concealed it, your eyes and every move will always betray you easily.

The more you want to hide and hide, the more you want to cover up.

Yan Tingguang's love for Wang Tingting did not hide it, nor did he hide it, but happened naturally like a long flow of water.

However, Wang Tingting probably didn't know that her master, who regarded her as a devil, actually had feelings for her that surpassed her master and disciple.

In fact, this is true. Not everyone can become a disciple led by Yan Tingguang himself.

It is also a rare blessing that Wang Tingting can become Yan Tingguang's disciple.

"very nice."

Zhang Xiumei held the wine glass and gently drank the plum wine in the glass.

"I didn't expect that the three of us would have such a day together."

When I was young, I looked forward to growing up.

I hope to see the outside world when I grow up.

When he really grew up and saw the outside world, Zhang Xiumei realized that the outside world was very big and prosperous.

Especially when comparing his hometown and the colorful world outside, Zhang Xiumei's heart is firmly determined to stay in her hometown and take root in the education cause.

After returning to his hometown to teach, Zhang Xiumei was repeatedly brutalized by reality and wanted to give up countless times.

The first year of junior high school class she took over as her class teacher in the first year, there was a girl who performed very well.

But suddenly one day, the girl didn't come to school anymore.

Zhang Xiumei took advantage of the weekend to visit her home and found out that the girl's parents would not allow her to study.

It is better to keep the money for her study and build a house for her younger brother and get married.

When she went, the girl was carrying a large basket of pig grass on her back.

A heavy basket of backs pressed the girl's back.

When she saw her, a cluster of hope was burning in her eyes.

At that moment, Zhang Xiumei's heart was sour and astringent, and more of a sense of powerlessness to face reality.

When she was in college in the imperial capital, children as old as girls were studying.

They are not only reading, but also the world they see and possess, and the world they have.

Just like when she first arrived at the imperial capital, the prosperity of the imperial capital exceeded her thoughts.

There was a deep sense of inferiority in her heart.

She is very lucky.

With good grades in the college entrance examination and her parents supported her, she was able to see a different world of flowers.

But... there are many girls whose lives have been planned from birth.

When I was young, I took care of my younger brother and sister at home.

Parents who can make girls read for a few years and write their own names are already considered relatively enlightened parents.

More girls have never seen anything like textbooks.

They didn't have the chance to read and eventually got married.

The bride price is left to your younger brother or older brother to marry a wife.

There are even some girls who die prematurely and will be compatible with their relatives by their families, and they will be squeezed out their last little value when they die.

Not to mention, there are still some people who have given birth to their daughters and drowned in the urine bucket, saying they are dead, so that they can give birth to a boy who can inherit the incense.

Chu Zhongsheng snatched the wine glass from Zhang Xiumei's hand and said softly: "Xiumei, don't drink it anymore. It's time to get drunk again."
Chapter completed!