tiger teacher

() "Wait... I seem to have heard this name somewhere." Wang Jian suddenly paused: "Let me think about it!"

"After I find my mother, I will find the best hypnotist to hypnotize you. If you lose the memory of that time, but you have experienced it, you will definitely be able to recall it." Yang Yue nodded: "Okay Well, I suddenly feel that my world is bright, and I am satisfied with my mother and brother..."

Wang Jian also followed with a smile. Although this sudden younger sister was a bit abrupt, once he accepted this setting, Wang Jian still found it quite interesting... At least in this way, he wouldn't have to worry about playing with a girl until it was over. I'm afraid that others will say that he is a peerless yin demon...

After a while, the nurse pushed a middle-aged woman out in a wheelchair.It can be seen that the life in this nursing home is much better than that in the orphanage. After all, most people here have some savings, and the elderly like to take care of some flowers and plants, so although it is only separated by a wall, the nursing home is obviously Much richer than orphanages.

The woman who was pushed out looked about 50 years old, with delicate features between her brows. Although her eyes were dull and her face was pale, she still couldn't hide her youthful beauty.

Yang Yue half-kneeled in front of this woman, gently holding her hand, the feeling of being connected by blood surged up in an instant, this kind of thing is mysterious to say, but it seems that Yang Yue was very nervous when she saw Wang Jian for the first time. Like sticking to him, the feeling of blood relatives cannot be replaced by other things at all, so even for a strong girl like Yang Yue, her tears couldn't be held back all of a sudden, and burst out unrestrainedly.

But Wang Jian's feelings became much rougher. He stood there at a loss, his eyes didn't know where to look, and he didn't know whether he should hold the hand of this woman who became more and more familiar with Yang Yue, just like Yang Yue. Like an idiot, he hesitated.

Perhaps because of the cultural environment, Wang Jian never gave the old carpenter a hug, let alone said "I love you".But this does not mean that this kind of reserve is not a kind of love, but in fact it is really difficult to express, the kind of entanglement and hesitation are actually like drinking water.It's not that Wang Jian doesn't want to release his emotions like Yang Yue, nor does it mean that he has no concept of family affection and relatives.In fact, he cherishes this hard-won thing more than anyone else, and once lost, it will never come back.But the words came to my lips... I just couldn't say them.

But following Yang Yue's cry, the woman slowly raised her head, looked at Yang Yue and then at Wang Jian with her hard-to-focus eyes, and then slowly stretched out her hand to touch Yang Yue. Yue's head said in a hoarse voice: "I'm hungry... Mom will copy food for you."

Her words made Yang Yue raise her head in shock, and tried to call twice, thinking that she had suddenly recovered.But the fact is that things are contrary to expectations, no matter what Yang Yue said to her, she just repeats the words in a murmur, and her eyes keep rolling around Wang Jian and Yang Yue.

There is no doubt that her illness is already very serious. According to the medical records, she has even forgotten her name, where she came from, where her home is, and many times she even wondered whether she was eating or not. After dinner.

But even so, when she saw Wang Jian and Yang Yue, she still remembered this sentence.It was this simple sentence that made Wang Jian, who could point his nose and say "shoot or kill" when facing vicious gangsters, had to turn around and secretly use his sleeves while others were not paying attention. Wipe away the fluid seeping from the corner of his eye.

Needless to say, Yang Yue, the emotions that had been suppressed due to training and her own profession were released in an instant, crying like a child who fell badly, even though her voice was already hoarse, she couldn't help herself.

"Old Wang, be good." Xiao Jin did not know when he came to Old Wang's side, and gently held his hand: "You don't have to be strong at this time."

As she said that, Xiao Jin's tears also came down: "If my mother can come back to me, I will definitely cry a lot, and then I will be a good little girl."

Wang Jian squatted down and hugged the tearful Xiaojin tightly, patting her on the back lightly, but his own comforting family members had already wet Xiaojin's shoulders with tears.

After a long time, Yang Yue calmed down slowly, while Wang Jian kept leaning against a tree with his arms propped up, smoking cigarettes one after another, with a dignified expression.

Xiao Jin was sitting under the tree, staring blankly at Yang Yue talking to her mother about the things she experienced, the people she met, the feelings she had, and the words she didn't understand so far.

"I'm so envious." Xiao Jin let out a long breath: "Old Wang, you should be happy."

Wang Jian forcefully pulled out a rather ugly smile, but it was fleeting.This expression made Xiaojin feel awkward: "Look, my daughter is a caring little padded jacket. Look at you, you just smoke here, you can't do anything."

Wang Jian turned his head and glanced at Liang Huanhuan, who was playing chess with an American old man and lost his way, and took a puff of smoke: "Liang Huanhuan is a soft hedgehog."

"I said..." Xiao Jin was laughed at by Lao Wang: "Do you dare not to complain about Liang Huanhuan at such a tender moment, it's wrong for you...Although she is a soft armor, she can wear clothes even None, isn’t this also a kind of sadness?”

"The thorn is reversed." Wang Jian said unhurriedly: "That's it..."

"Liang Huanhuan's life is really hard..." Xiao Jin got up from the ground: "Go, since you dare not show your feelings, then let's do something meaningful."

"First: It is daytime. Second: This is a public place. Third: You are underage." Wang Jian waved his finger: "This will be struck by lightning."

"Sure enough, it's true that you are a peerless yin devil, do you think in that direction?" Xiao Jin poked his waist: "I want you to ask your mother...your mother...your mother...I'll go , it’s weird how you read it. I want you to ask how that lady came here and how many years she has lived here. These things are important clues.”

Wang Jian's eyes lit up: "Yes!"

After finishing speaking, he walked up to the dean who had been waiting in the distance, and gave him a cigarette, halfway through... He suddenly remembered that the culture here is different from that in China. It was taken back again, and then asked in English: "When did this lady come?"

"About ten years ago, I just took over as the dean here. I have a very deep image of this lady. She was already like this when she came in, and the person who sent her here paid 180 in one lump sum Ten thousand dollars, let her live here until she dies, her room has always been the best in our place, and there are professional nurses to take care of her 24 hours a day, if you don’t believe me, you can go and see for yourself.”

Wang Jian looked the dean up and down, then nodded: "I believe you, a person who has been in this state for ten years has not atrophied muscles, which means that he has been massaged frequently. Then can you tell me who sent her in? "

The dean was stunned for a moment, then he touched his left hand and whirled back and forth: "It's been a long time, I forgot."

"Can you recall it carefully? For example, some general characteristics."

"Oh!!! I remember." The dean clenched his fists: "There was a very fierce Indian at that time. He said that if he didn't take good care of this lady, he would kill all of us with his own hands!"

Wang Jian was taken aback, and said to himself, "An Indian again?"

After finishing speaking, he raised his chin: "You continue, and then what? Then what?"

The dean pondered for a moment and said: "Then it's nothing, she has been living here, I assure God, her life is the most superior, every day breakfast is cheese, Italian sausage and pure wheat bread, lunch is a variety of flavors Steak and fruit salad, dinner is usually special order from the surrounding Chinese restaurants."

Wang Jian waved his hand: "I said I believe you, but I'm asking you about that Indian."

"Sir, I'm already 50 years old, and my memory has begun to deteriorate. I really can't answer this question." The dean was also a little helpless: "I only know that they didn't leave their names or contact numbers, so I just It disappears like this."

After listening, Wang Jian nodded to him, and then paced around with his hands behind his back, while Xiao Jin squeezed his chin and frowned and said: "It seems that this Indian is the Indian we know, and now things have changed It's confusing."

"Yeah." Wang Jian also had a serious face: "It seems that I really want to visit this pervert who likes to buy girls."

"Not only that, judging from his attitude, your mother must be familiar with him, and..." Xiao Jin frowned: "It may even be an unusual relationship. That Indian guy is the apprentice of your traitor brother, and Judging from his character and style, there must be a shadow of your traitor brother involved."

Wang Jian nodded heavily, then walked to Yang Yue's side, and told his sister all these clues.And Yang Yue's eyes widened suddenly: "It's him again? That means Dad, Mom, and Heaven will meet..."

"It's too early to draw conclusions, Sister Yue. You're not calm enough." Xiao Jin reminded from the side: "Well, let's take Mom back first, and talk about other things later. I'll try to see if I can treat Mom. "

"Why do you call me mom..." Yang Yue blinked: "What are you thinking?"

"Of course, I'm Lao Wang's concubine. What's my name if I don't call her mother? Mother-in-law? Ah...then I'll be shy." Xiao Jin pretended to be shy and covered his cheeks: "I'm so ashamed, how can I How about this..." Yang Yue glared at Wang Jian, and Wang Jian covered his forehead with shame: "I'm so ashamed..."

"Okay, let's retreat first, and we'll talk about everything after we get back."

At this time, Liang Huan walked over angrily, and said with a displeased face: "That old ass is too shameless, he clearly said he would let me have two sons, but then he backtracked, what a bastard. How is your side? Are you ok? I have to meet a netizen tonight."

"You played with the shaker again..." Xiao Jin squinted at Liang Huanhuan: "Did the shaker reveal a Prince Charming?"

"He's still a half-blood prince. He looks handsome in the photo. Young and rich, humorous in conversation, and knowledgeable." Liang Huanhuan said and glanced at Wang Jian: "Much better than a certain nouveau riche."

Wang Jian glanced at her: "I sincerely pray for that young man, may the Lord bless him."

"What do you mean, you?" Liang Huanhuan snorted, "I'm that violent? Believe it or not, I shot you, the head of the Youth Gang?"

"Okay, I believe, I believe..." Wang Jian sighed, and grabbed Liang Huanhuan's shoulders: "Come on, brother, I wish you a good home."

"Fuck me, I can't marry a foreigner, I'm just going to eat." Liang Huanhuan's tone suddenly softened: "Don't worry, I don't have any passion for playing with you guys every day."

Xiao Jin chuckled, and said to Lao Wang: "She's not going on a blind date, it's obvious that her hands are itchy and she needs someone to beat her up, this little bitch."

"Hey, don't be dissatisfied, how many people are willing to be beaten by me." Liang Huanhuan patted the ashes on his butt: "I'm going, don't miss me too much."

Wang Jian was taken aback: "Do you know Lu?"

"I know you better in New York than in your house."

Yang Yue pushed her mother and whistled: "It seems that this spy is a spy, and there is no pressure at all."

After Liang Huanhuan left, Yang Yue looked down at her mother, then looked up at Wang Jian: "Should we go back directly now? Or continue to walk around?"

"By the way, haven't I been wanted? How can I be so blatantly crawling around all right?" Wang Jian pointed to the police car that just passed the patrol outside the iron fence: "They greeted me just now."

"That's because these guys see that all people of the yellow race are virtuous." Xiao Jin curled his lips: "And Dawei should have achieved results."

"Yeah, he's working." Yang Yue covered her mouth and smiled: "Don't look at him as a fool, but he's actually working hard to make progress."

Hearing her words, Wang Jian looked at Yang Yue in surprise, and said a few times: "You two are not real..."

"Yeah...he's chasing me." Yang Yue chuckled: "What's wrong with that? Could it be that I can't find a boyfriend? Can't I get married?"

Wang Jian thought for a moment, put his hands on Yang Yue's shoulders: "If you are together in the future, don't bully him, he will cry."

"He can't cry." Yang Yue patted Wang Jian's shoulder back: "It's you who can really cry. You were a crybaby when you were young."

"Nonsense!" Wang Jian's head showed blue veins: "How can you rely on the innocence of a filthy..."

His embarrassing cover-up made Yang Yue and Xiao Jin laugh up and down, but the woman in the wheelchair slowly looked back at Wang Jian and Yang Yue, with a stiff but sincere smile on her face .Wang Jian was stunned by this smile, then slowly calmed down, and finally a smile appeared on his face. As for what he was laughing at, no one except himself probably knew. (To be continued.)