In the evening, it was time to eat dinner, the trainman pushed the meal to buy, the train on the meal was expensive, many people took their own instant noodles, but now there are many people who bubble noodles, the supply of water dispensers on the car is not as good as, and the water is not boiling.

Zhang Hao did not go to squeeze, ready to fry a little later.

At night, the car is also quiet, everyone sleeps in the left seat, some people can't sleep, play with mobile phones, winter night travel, listening to the cold wind outside, always so easy to make people lonely.

Zhang Hao took out instant noodles, soaked a bucket, a person squatting in the corner of the car, guarding his own dilapidated canvas bag, quietly eating, this scene, can not say the fall.

Eat a bucket, Zhang Hao felt not full,

I don't know why, he feels that today's appetite is very good, very spirit, feel full of strength, not as weak as before, all day want to doze off, listless.

“Is it possible that even the body is getting stronger?”

Zhang Hao was shocked in his heart, feeling that it was possible, he was weak from childhood, no matter how to exercise is useless, Master said that he was born with disabilities, should be premature, meridian blocked, weak.

He thought, his parents abandoned him, I think it was because of this.

Shaking his head, he did not think about the father and mother who had never met, he was born to raise, eat a hundred meals to grow up, although he was weak, but he was wise from childhood, determined to cultivate into a fairy, and now he has opened his way.

Go to a bucket of instant noodles and continue to squat there and eat quietly.

Just then, someone came over, it was the noble and beautiful young woman Zhang Hao saw in the waiting room.

Song Jingyi went to the bathroom, but did not see Zhang Hao in the corner, high heels stumbling Zhang Hao's feet, "Ah!" a soft cry, Song Jingyi fell.

Fortunately, Zhang Hao's eyes were fast, almost subconsciously holding, but he was sitting on the ground, Song Jingyi was standing, which was on the way to help, just on Song Jingyi's cocky hips.

Zhang Hao only felt that he held a soft ass in his hand, dark in his heart, and gently rubbed it.

And Song Jingyi quickly stood firm, felt the strangeness on the ass, taut, strange crispy, delicate involuntarily a throb, immediately embarrassed red face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you..." Song Jingyi apologized hurriedly, but halfway up, he saw the young man in front of him, Song Jingyi froze, how was this scum?

“Uh . . .

Zhang Hao is also confused, at a glance to recognize the beauty of the young woman, but in the waiting room, he is opened the yin and yang vision, see the essence, but did not care about the surface of the appearance, at this moment again, really a beautiful beauty, elegant, quiet and beautiful.

Moreover, he felt that this beautiful young woman was familiar, moved in her heart, his thinking was clear and agile, and immediately remembered that he had read high school in the county a few years ago, and the teacher who taught language classes, and his class teacher, Song Jingyi!

Song Jingyi was angry, this scum must be intentional, ill-indulged, hiding here to want to scorn her.

But see Zhang Hao alone squatting in the corner of the car, next to the shabby canvas bag, holding the bubble noodles in his hand, the body is weak, the old clothes are old, the face is green and purple, carefully look, good for a few young people's childish, poor appearance, let Song Jingyi's heart is inexplicably soft.

"He's still an ignorant child, and he's sick, why am I more real?"

Song Jingyi sighed in his heart, looked at Zhang Hao's eyes a little more gently, said, "so coincidental, it is you, just saw you here, did not step on you."

“No, I didn’t step on it.”

Zhang Hao's smile, his heart also felt very coincidental, he was ready to return to the countryside, which met the acquaintances of his hometown, but also his high school teacher.

"You're Mr. Song, and I almost didn't recognize you."

Zhang Hao was taught by traditional morality from a young age, and deeply understood the grace of preaching and teaching, and still had great respect for teachers.

Of course, he forgot that he had just taken advantage of Mr. Song.

“Huh?”

Song Jingyi, this guy actually knew her, looked at Zhang Hao again, Song Jingyi was a little embarrassed, obviously do not remember who Zhang Hao is.

"Mr. Song, I am Zhang Hao, a few years ago in Anyang County middle school, in the third year of high school, you came to our class."

Zhang Hao reminded that Song Jingyi immediately remembered, that was four years ago, she just came out of the Northern Normal University, to teach at Anyang Middle School, that is the first batch of students she brought, but also the most impressive group, which is Zhang Hao, Zhang Hao is her favorite student, not one, is the favorite.