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Because teachers are going to take exams, many classes have become self-study classes.All the teachers buried themselves in the textbooks for the upcoming exam. Only He Caitou played computer games every day except for class, and didn't take the exam seriously at all.

Zhang Hengu envied He Caitou from the bottom of his heart. If he had such a smart brain and such real talent, why should he worry so much?He also found a few books to review, but no matter which book he picked up, he felt a headache, as if the book was the switch for the headache.

Xiaoliang saw that he was not energetic all day long, so he said to him: "Look, don't read so many books on psychology and pedagogy. You can't read them anyway. Why don't you learn a few words first. Besides, , if you want to learn and improve quickly, you should develop the habit of keeping a diary. It doesn’t mean how much you remember, and it’s not for your future use. For you, as long as you write, you can exercise your literacy The ability to write. Besides, if you are happy or unhappy, you can write it down. It can be regarded as a kind of vent. If you have some things that are difficult to tell others, then you should talk to yourself. It is worse than not keeping it in your heart a lot of."

Zhang Hengu thought to himself: "The same is talking, why is Xiaoliang's words so popular? It seems that every word of hers can be said to his heart, as if it opened a small window for his depressed heart. It seemed like it suddenly lit up."

Now Zhang Hengu, his parents died, his wife was lost, and a friend Zhang Damin who was discovered suddenly disappeared inexplicably on the earth... How many people are more depressed than him?

"What kind of notebook should I use?" Zhang Hengu asked seriously.

Xiao Liang smiled and said, "What kind of notebook do you use for keeping a diary? You can use any kind of book. Just buy one for three or five yuan. If money is tight, I can give you one. Of course, if If you want to keep a diary on the Internet and write a blog, that’s fine too. But there are many things that you can’t tell others, so you can’t write casually. You don’t know how to use a computer yet, and when you can play with a computer someday, I will teach you Write a blog, play Weibo."

"Then you should give me one." Zhang Hengu suddenly became active, and even learned to ask for things.

Xiao Liang said something casually, but he didn't expect Zhang Hengu to hit a snake with a stick and ask him for a diary.Speaking of which, sending diaries between men and women was very romantic in the movies of long, long ago.Her face flushed all of a sudden.But seeing that Zhang Hengu's face full of vicissitudes seemed to be full of innocence, I wondered where I was thinking.So he smiled embarrassedly and said, "That's not easy." He took out a diary from his desk and handed it to Zhang Hengu.

"That's the only one. I'll buy it myself when I run out." Xiao Liang said.

Seeing Zhang Hengu take the book and put it in his bag with great care, Xiao Liang thought to himself: "A person like Zhang Hengu may not be able to finish this book."

She didn't know that since then, Zhang Hengu has really developed the habit of writing a diary every day.And because of the diary, God knows how much trouble it will cause.

On the title page of this diary, there is a line of small characters written in delicate handwriting: Most people, most of the time, can only rely on themselves.No background, no noble people, no good school, it doesn't matter.The key is which way you are determined to go, what kind of person you want to be, and how you are going to deal with your laziness.Go forward, believe in your dreams and persevere.Only in this way will you have the opportunity to prove yourself and find the dignity you want.

Zhang Hengu took the diary and looked at the words, as if they were written for him.He put the notebook in his hand, feeling a little heavy.

As Xiao Liang guessed, Zhang Hengu never went to school for a few days, and asking him to write a diary before going to bed every day is more difficult than asking him to wash his feet every night.However, under Zhang Momo's efforts, Zhang Hengu finally developed the habit of washing his feet and persisted.Similarly, under the guidance of Liang Jiying, Zhang Hengu started his diary journey with difficulty.

What to write?

Zhang Hengu spent nearly an hour lounging under the bright lights of his home in Dongda Village, unable to remember anything.Eat, no need to write.Sleeping, nothing to write.Going to work, apart from going to class and finishing get out of class, there is nothing to write.Seeing that the clock was pointing to twelve o'clock, he didn't write a word.

Or write about Zhang Momo.So he wrote a crooked line in his crooked handwriting: Zhang Momo, where are you now?

After writing these words, staring at it for a long time, two lines of tears fell unconsciously.He thought that he ran to Beijing because of a little vanity, and lost his good wife in the end.Before going out, his wife gave him a red scarf, hoping to bless him forever.Fortunately, Zhang Hengu is safe now, but the wife who gave him the safety scarf is nowhere to be found.

From Zhang Momo's disappearance, he thought of Tongtong who was covered in blood all over his body, and his pair of empty eyes that never closed.

Tongtong, are you okay over there?If you need anything, please entrust me with a dream, and I will definitely buy it for you.Zhang Hengu wrote.

Zhang Hengu wiped away his tears and found that he had already written quite a few words in the diary.With a long sigh, Zhang Hengu knew that if he hadn't been lucky, he might have gone there to accompany Tong Tong.But he didn't know about Zhang Momo's life and death. If he left like this, what would Zhang Momo do when he came back?

Zhang Hengu couldn't let Zhang Momo go.

Zhang Damin, you won't blame me for being there, will you?Zhang Hengu thought of Zhang Damin again.

The death of Zhang Damin gave Zhang Hengu an unprecedented stimulus.It turned out that a guy who was still in good condition would be gone if he said nothing, and all this was entirely caused by Zhang Hengu's involvement.

I'm sorry for Brother Damin, if I have the chance, I must avenge him.If I can't take revenge, I will treat Damin's son well.

When writing this, Zhang Hengu heard the loud voice of Director Zhang outside, learning how to call a duck: "Mr. Zhang, Zhang Hengu, I have something to open the door."

Zhang Hengu looked at the last line of this paper, so he wrote: Director Zhang, I will write you down.

Putting away the notebook, Zhang Hengu opened the door and saw Director Zhang standing at the door.Director Zhang grinned at Zhang Hengu, so frightened that Zhang Hengu lowered his head, as if he wanted to bite him under the moonlight.Director Zhang squeezed in the door, sat down in a row, and said, "Nephew, you are also a member of the country now, so you have to make some contribution to the village, right?"

Zhang Hengu didn't understand what he meant, so Director Zhang stretched out his mouth and said, "Come on, can I get third uncle a cigarette first?"

Zhang Hengu's smoking was limited, especially after Zhang Damin was choked to death by cigarettes in the police station, he basically stopped smoking.He looked around, but couldn't find a cigarette, so he said sorry.

"Go, go, I have come here so far, why don't you go to the small supermarket outside to buy a pack? Forget it, forget it, the supermarket is closed at this late hour, so I won't be as knowledgeable as you , but also the state staff..." Director Zhang looked disdainful, it seemed that Zhang Hengu, the people's teacher, didn't take him seriously at all.

Indeed, in the Dai Gang, any industry that can hang the word "people" is an industry that is infinitely glorious and great, and it is also an industry that makes selfless dedication without asking for it. Only by giving a high hat to these industries for free will there be people You will be tricked into this profession.

The industry with real status is preceded by the word Jiadai Gang.Just like Daibang Telecom, that is called monopoly.Dai help electricity, that is called rich.Dai gang police, that is called powerful, Dai gang...as long as the word Dai gang is put on it, they are all people who wear public uniforms, take the bus and get paid for their wages.Those who add the word "people" are basically obscene.Just because they are under the ranks, the leaders felt really embarrassed, so they gave them the title of "people" to bear it.

"Director, what's the matter?" Zhang Hengu had a deep hatred for Director Zhang, but he was the local emperor here, so he really didn't dare to provoke him unless he didn't plan to live here.

"The village needs to build a road. You see, you are now a state employee. You have to take the lead in whatever you say. It doesn't matter if you have more money or less. The main thing is that you have to take the lead."

It turned out that they were asking for money, Zhang Hengu felt cold in his heart.He has only been working for a few days, and even though he is labeled as a people's teacher, he hasn't received any real salary.For that limited number of jobs, you have to pay various insurances, sign up for continuing education, donate to this or that, and... the money you get is not as much as working part-time. I didn't expect to be linked to a national cadre. It's about to take the lead.

It's okay to take the lead in other things, the only thing is to donate money. God knows where the money is donated. Although Director Zhang is not young, but he is full of energy, it is not impossible to find a lady with this money.It is impossible not to spend money that will not be disclosed, let alone people like Zhang Minsheng.People used to say that no one dared to touch donations, but now, there is no money that no one can't touch—as long as it is money.

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