evening.

The relatives have already left.

There was only three left in the evening when Zhang Ye and his family of three were left. The food was relatively simple. Fried noodles were fried, which was something Zhang Ye specifically asked. He couldn't eat such authentic old Beijing fried noodles in the south, especially when his mother made this braised rice, which was amazing. Zhang Ye never got tired of eating them since he was a child.

"How is it?" my mother asked with a smile.

Zhang Ye sucked the noodles, "It's still the same taste, it's delicious."

My mother said happily: "That's right, my skills are not wrong. When you go back to Shanghai tomorrow, I will give you more fried sauce and take it over."

Zhang Ye ate and asked, "What time is it right?"

"It's six forty, what's wrong?" Dad looked at his watch.

Zhang Ye quickly finished the last two bites, "I have to go out, there is something to do."

"Come back early." My mother reminded: "You have to go to Peking University to report tomorrow, don't delay the main business."

"Okay, I understand. I'll come back before ten o'clock." Zhang Ye got full and went downstairs to drive.

The Xb bulletproof car was thrown in the community of parents. Because it was thrown for too long, the car was covered with dirt, so Zhang Ye didn't have time to wash the car, so it didn't matter. He drove to Cao Mengmeng's school.

After seven o'clock.

Outside the gate of the 15th Middle School in the capital.

It was a little cloudy, and then it seemed to be dark all of a sudden, without even a buffer.

The No. 15 Middle School is just west of Taoranting, from Xin Road, which is quite close to Caishikou. In fact, you don’t need to drive to walk past Zhang Ye’s parents’ house. You will definitely arrive in a quarter of an hour. As soon as the car arrived, Zhang Ye saw the buses coming and going at the school gate, and regretted driving. He knew that the parents of students brought their children to attend the New Year’s Day party. And judging from the age of the children, there are not only junior high school students, but also high school students. This party is 80% held by junior high school together. The No. 15 Middle School is the focus of the city. This kind of party will naturally be more lively than ordinary middle schools.

There is a queue in front of you to park.

Zhang Ye estimated that at this speed, he would not be able to enter the school for a while. He has lived here for too long. He trolled the steering wheel well and killed two hundred meters westward. He parked his car at the door of a hot pot restaurant. The store is average, and there are not many cars to park. The boss is also a nearby resident, which is easy to talk to. Usually, when there is no parking space, the boss will throw it to his parking space, and the boss will not say anything.

After getting off the car, Zhang Ye walked into No. 15 Middle School.

The party started at about 7:30, and now almost everyone is here.

Ring .

The phone rang.

"Brother, why haven't you come yet?" Cao Mengmeng's angrily voice popped out of the phone.

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "I'm here. Just in the entrance, the main gate that drove westward. I'm waiting for you below?"

"Hurry it? Please wait for me" hung up.

Soon, a pretty figure ran over, "Brother" then looked at him speechlessly, "Why are you still wearing sunglasses?"

Zhang Ye said: "You're used to it, wear it."

Cao Mengmeng said depressedly: "I still want to show off. Who knows you wearing sunglasses?"

Zhang Ye rolled his eyes and said, "You can do it. Your brother is not as good as you think. My face is useless. Hurry up, it's good that I promise you to come."

Cao Mengmeng pulled him toward the auditorium, "Don't worry, let's go, hurry up, there's almost no place inside, there are too many people today, junior high school and high school hold the New Year's Day party together. Although it's free to attend, more than half of the people didn't come, but the people who came still brought a parent, and the auditorium was not enough."

As soon as I entered the auditorium, it was indeed crowded.

The suffocation that came to my face was really not pleasant.

"Oh don't squeeze"

"Daughter, I'm here"

"Teacher Sun, long time no see"

"Parents of Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade 31, Grade

"The parents have not arrived yet. Please contact us."

"Students from Class 3, listen to me and try not to speak out during the party later and keep quiet, because you can record videos."

Parents are rushing to take their seats.

The class teachers are also busy.

Inside, there were not no one who noticed Zhang Ye. Occasionally, a few people even stared at him for a few glances before turning their eyes away. It seemed that Zhang Ye looked familiar, but he didn't care. Zhang Ye was a celebrity now, especially with the reputation of Beijing. He was not enough. After all, he was not a big star like Zhang Yuanqi, and his exposure rate was limited, so many people were not as good as Zhang Ye could recognize him with sunglasses. The key point is the environment. If he was at the door of the TV station, if he was at a celebrity party with a star, everyone could guess that it was him, because a signal had been implanted in his mind in advance. However, this is a New Year's Day party for an ordinary middle school. Even if someone thinks Zhang Ye looks familiar, he will not think about it in other aspects.

There was a young woman calling her on the side of "Mengmeng".

Cao Mengmeng waved quickly, "Hehe, Teacher Leng, I'm here."

The young woman with a pair of black-framed glasses was obviously Cao Mengmeng's head teacher. She complained: "Every time you are slow, where are your parents?"

Cao Mengmeng dubbed Zhang Ye with her voice, "Dangdangdang"

Teacher Leng nodded with a smile, "Who are you?"

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Hello Teacher Leng, I am Mengmeng's brother. You have to worry about this girl."

Teacher Leng shook his hands briefly, "It's okay, Mengmeng is pretty good. She is a pistachio in our class. She is not very motivated in her studies. Let's talk about it separately after going back and forth. I have talked to his parents several times before, but the effect is not great. You are his brother, so you should be closer to your children. What you say may be more effective than his parents. She is very poor in Chinese. I am the Chinese teacher and class teacher, and I will be about to have a final exam. I am the teacher who is a teacher, and I am not good at basic knowledge and basic knowledge, and I can't do essays. By the way, there are also math grades, that's also..." The teacher looks like a very responsible teacher. On the New Year's Day party, I still don't forget to care about my children's studies.

Cao Mengmeng looked helpless and looked at Zhang Ye: Look, what am I saying? Did our teacher get bloody as soon as he saw my parents?

Zhang Ye repeatedly claimed, "Okay, okay, I will criticize him afterwards."

Teacher Leng said, "You have to talk about her well." Then he noticed the time and hurriedly said, "Hey, let's not talk about it for now, let's take your seat soon."

Cao Mengmeng said, "Why is there no place?"

When Teacher Leng turned around, he found that the seats left for their class were gone, and there were several parents of their class standing in the aisle. "Dear parents, I'm really sorry. The school may not have arranged any of the arrangements today. The logistics side has prepared chairs. Please make do with it and sit in the aisle? I'm really sorry, we'll all settle down."

Teacher Leng didn't make soft seats anymore. When she saw a parent who seemed to be older, she gave her his position. Then she went to coordinate the chairs and found a lot of people to move over. She also sat in the aisle with the parents. The other classes were similar. Some classes were not full, so they even had to make a little class next to them, and some were full, so they could only support chairs in the aisle, but their head teacher did not do it on the aisle.

So Teacher Leng is a good class teacher.

Zhang Ye sat on a small stool without saying a word.

Cao Mengmeng didn't want to, "Brother, why don't you sit in my place, you're the Ming Dynasty..."

"Okay, what a big deal." Zhang Ye interrupted her, "Hurry up and consolidate your recitation program, don't you do it in the second half."

"Okay." Cao Mengmeng returned to her seat, surrounded by classmates from their class.

Next to him, a little girl smiled and said, "Mengmeng, who is that?"

"My brother." Cao Mengmeng proudly raised her neck, "Are you handsome?"

Another boy blinked, "Hey, why are your brother wearing sunglasses? How dark the auditorium is."

Cao Mengmeng giggled, "My brother is a big star, of course he has to wear sunglasses."

"Big star? No?" said a somewhat mature boy.

A girl who seemed to have a bad relationship with Cao Mengmeng snorted: "What star? Mengmeng, you're so swearing. I think your brother is wearing sunglasses and pussy."

Cao Mengmeng cut, "Lily, why do I look down on you so much? If you tell you who my brother is, you will be scared to death."

Lily pouted, "You blow it."

Cao Mengmeng glanced at the corner of her lips, "I don't even bother to pay attention to you."

A little boy quickly said to Xi Ni, "Meng Mengmeng, Lily, don't argue. Every time you meet, you have to fight for you and me. If you are not tired, we will be tired."

star?

None of the other students took it seriously either.

Teacher Leng heard the conversation over there, turned his head and looked at Zhang Ye who was slanting behind him. It looked familiar, but it seemed like it was the kind of public face, and then he didn't care.

"Little brother, are you?" said a parent sitting next to him.

Zhang Ye looked at the middle-aged man, "Oh, I am Mengmeng's brother."

The parent smiled and nodded, "Hello, I am Pengpeng's father."

"I am Xiaomeng's mother, hello you guys." Another middle-aged woman interrupted.

Zhang Ye chatted with a few parents casually, but he was really not used to this "parents' meeting" atmosphere. After all, they are all in their thirties and forties, and they are only in their twenties.

"What is the job of a little brother?" said the middle-aged man with interest.

"Me?" Zhang Ye really couldn't answer for a moment. You said he was a literary man, but it didn't count. He said he was a host, and now he has been suspended from work, saying he was a teaching man, right? It will be reported tomorrow, so the middle-aged woman next to him changed the topic.

The woman said, "What's the big brother?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "The newspaper editor is to organize the publication and publication of literature. We have also been on newspapers and magazines. At that time, I arranged the pages. I only learned that Leng Yue, who had the pen name, was our teacher Leng a few months ago. It was such a coincidence."

Another man next to him said, "Ah? Teacher Leng has even been to the newspaper?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "That's right, Teacher Leng is very talented. The editor-in-chief praised the last essay and wrote it very well."

Teacher Leng smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Yang, don't blow it for me. I'm taking the chance to catch up. What's the talent of this little ink in my belly?"

Brother Yang smiled and said, "You are humble. If you don't have talent, who can do it?"

Teacher Leng smiled slightly, "Of course it's Teacher Zhang Ye. I am his fan. Whether he writes poetry or shows, he never uses manuscripts or conceptions. He can write anything after taking it. Open his mouth is a work that shocks the literary world. Teacher Zhang is talented."

Brother Yang, "That's right, I heard that the collection of essays published by Zhang Ye has sold more than 200,000 copies now. That's not a novel, but a collection of essays and poems. This sales are simply amazing."

Teacher Leng said: "I have contributed three books on this sales volume. Teacher Zhang Ye's poems are really great. The articles and speeches are also world-class, so I can choose them without any choice."
To be continued...