The Invincible Immortal Venerable of the City

Chapter 342
"Jiayun, here is 200 yuan, which is your tuition fee for last month."

A woman in a black shirt held an envelope in her hand and handed the envelope to Zheng Jiayun's hand.

Zheng Jiayun has short shoulder-length hair, which is a bit gray due to long-term fatigue and hard work. Her face does not look like a woman in her 40s, but more like a woman in her 50s.

From her face, one can vaguely see the demeanor of her youth.

"Mr. Huang, didn't you agree that it would be 500 yuan?"

Taking the envelope from Huang Shuyan, Zheng Jiayun supported the old bicycle with one hand, looked at Huang Shuyan in front of him, with a hesitant expression on his face: "Why is there 300 yuan missing?"

When Huang Shuyan heard Zheng Jiayun's words, she smiled and said, "Oh, Jiayun, it's not like you don't know that the weather is hot these days, and the air conditioner has been turned off during make-up classes. Last month and this month Electricity bills, that’s a lot more.”

"And last month, didn't you take two days off to go to the hospital?"

Huang Shuyan looked at Zheng Jiayun, and said earnestly: "You didn't come to class in those two days, and the parents of the students complained a lot. Don't I have to talk to them about this?"

"Last month, I had a fever. I didn't feel well and went to the hospital to buy medicine. Besides, Xiaoyi is still in school. I really..." Hearing this, Zheng Jiayun was a little anxious.

Before Zheng Jiayun could finish speaking, Huang Shuyan pressed her hand and said, "Jiayun, I also know that your little one is studying in Minghai and needs money, but every thing counts. You really did not make up for it last month." After two days of class, in fact, I should give you one thousand and one, and I will give you an extra one hundred."

"In those two days, I was the one who tutored the students in Chinese, supervised their composition writing, and memorized the texts. It was also very tiring."

Huang Shuyan refused to budge.

Zheng Jiayun was holding a thin envelope in his hand, with a disappointed expression on his face.

"mom."

Just when Zheng Jiayun was about to say something, he suddenly heard Lin Yi's voice and turned his head away.

"Xiao Yi?"

Seeing Lin Yi approaching, Zheng Jiayun pulled himself together, the slump on his face disappeared, and he smiled instead: "When did you come back, why didn't you call me?"

"have you eaten?"

Seeing Zheng Jiayun like this, Lin Yi felt a little sore in his heart, scratched his head, and walked over: "I've eaten."

"It's Lin Yi. How are you studying in Minghai City? You're going to be in the third year of high school. You must be nervous about studying." Huang Shuyan, who was on the side, looked cheerful when she saw Lin Yi.

However, the faint mockery in the eyes she looked at Lin Yi was extraordinarily profound.

Lin also remembered that when Zheng Jiayun sent him to Minghai, he met Huang Shuyan once. At that time, Huang Shuyan advised Zheng Jiayun to let Lin Yi stay in Bainan County and go to a vocational high school, because that way he could graduate as soon as possible and come out to work. Lighten the burden of life.

Huang Shuyan was not optimistic about Lin Yi's grades. After all, Lin Yi's grades at that time really couldn't make people look up to him.

"It's okay." Lin Yi nodded.

He naturally didn't like Huang Shuyan very much, but because of his mother's face, he still had to talk to her a few times on the surface.

Zheng Jiayun has always been a kind-hearted person, if Lin Yi stepped forward to beat Huang Shuyan or made rude remarks at this time, Zheng Jiayun would probably be busy cleaning up the mess.

"Well, it's okay. Our family Xiwen asked you. It's been a long time since we met, right? It feels like you've grown a lot taller."

The Xi Wen that Huang Shuyan spoke of was named Deng Xiwen, and she was Huang Shuyan's daughter. Huang Shuyan's husband, Deng Yangyan, worked in Bainan County. He was not very capable, but he still had a great influence on the rating of teachers' various titles.

Lin also remembers Deng Xiwen.

That girl was born very fair and clean, but I haven't met her a few times, the only few times I met was at the teacher's party of Zheng Jiayun's school, and there were also school entrance banquets or wedding banquets for the children of the school's teachers. I met you.

At that time, Deng Xiwen was purely a real child of someone else's family, with fair skin, who liked to wear small foreign skirts, bought the latest mobile phone in the first year of junior high school, and had good academic performance, and she went to Bai Nan No. [-] Middle School, and Lin Yi, who went to school in Bainan No. [-] Middle School, was like nothing else.

It is precisely because of this that Deng Xiwen has never been short of suitors, and there are always so many boys around her. In comparison, Lin Yi is the shortest among countless ordinary boys.

If it wasn't for Zheng Jiayun's reasons, Lin Yi wouldn't even have the chance to meet Deng Xiwen.

wow.

At this time, a window on the third floor was pulled open, and a head poked out.

"Mom, where did you put my ipad?"

Over there, a clear female voice sounded.

Lin Yi looked up and saw that the man was about seventeen years old, with long hair and wearing a short white T-shirt. Although his face was not as agile as Chen Linyan's, nor as eccentric as Fang You's, nor as eccentric as Liu Luran's. It's fresh, but it has a quiet temperament.

Surprisingly, it was Deng Xiwen.

"Your ipad should be on your bedside table. I remember it." Huang Shuyan raised her head and responded: "By the way, Xiwen, look who is here, remember, Lin Yi, Your Aunt Zheng's child."

Huang Shuyan did not forget to remind her at the end that she was afraid that Deng Xiwen would forget about Lin Yi and embarrass her.

Hearing this, Deng Xiwen lowered her head and saw Lin Yi standing beside Zheng Jiayun.

From Deng Xiwen's point of view, the clothes Lin Yi was wearing looked a bit refreshing, but that was all, not to mention the very worn-out bicycle that Zheng Jiayun was pushing next to Lin Yi, who had been riding for more than ten years .

The feeling of this bicycle is down-and-out, poor, old and ancient.

Deng Xiwen's gaze stayed on Lin Yi's face for less than a second, then she nodded: "Remember, hello."

"Hello." Lin Yi nodded as a greeting.

Deng Xiwen turned her head away, entered the room, and went looking for her ipad.

Huang Shuyan looked at Lin Yi, who was looking up at the window sill, and her eyes flashed with pride: "Xiwen, this child, cherishes time too much. She is busy looking for an ipad to watch teaching videos."

"You know the ipad, it's a tablet computer. Originally, she said she wanted to buy an Apple laptop, but her father and I were afraid that after buying it for her, she would be distracted from her studies, so she never bought it. Now Xiwen's grades It’s not bad, and it can be ranked among the top [-] in No. [-] High School.”

(End of this chapter)