What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 63 Dry Grass

It only costs eight yuan to take a taxi from the flower shop in the center of the old city to the suburbs.

After all, it is a small town, even the cemetery is not as grand as the northern slope of Lingshan. A few pines and cypresses were sparsely planted in two rows, shaking with the cold wind, shaking off the water droplets on the needles and mixing them into the soil.

Probably before the Qingming Festival, there were no other people who came to express their condolences in the whole garden except Ji Zhun and the three of them. The road was covered with weeds on both sides, and the feet made a rustling sound when stepped on it.

They stopped in front of a tombstone standing side by side, and saw that a large bunch of stars had been placed in front of the tombstone. This kind of flower is hardy to cold and drought, and it still keeps its fresh appearance after being soaked in rain.

"Someone came to visit our uncles and aunts before us." Ji Zhun said while looking at Tan Jingyang, and saw that his eyes were staring at the bunch of stars all over the sky. Then, he bent down to pick up the flower, turned around and quickly walked to the trash can behind him, and inserted it upside down.

"Hey Brother Yang!" Ji Zhun subconsciously wanted to stop him, but Tan Jingyang interrupted him one step ahead and said in a low voice: "He doesn't deserve it." Ji Zhun pursed his lips and let out a breath, and couldn't help slowing down his voice and said, "It may not

be He, maybe it's my aunt or uncle's student colleague?"

Tan Jingyang didn't reply, she tilted her head and lit a cigarette and took two puffs. Only then did he gently push Tan Le's back, signaling him to put the flowers in his hands in front of his parents' tombstones.

"You talk to your parents first, and I'll clean up the weeds." Tan Jingyang said, and then began to pull up the scorched withered grass around without saying a word.

Tan Le nodded and obeyed obediently. He dug out the report card of the most recent exam from his small schoolbag, put it neatly in front of him, found another stone to hold it down, and said seriously to the tombstone: "Mom and Dad, this is my mother." The recent test results, math progress. Also, my paintings have won awards, and I have to represent the school in the competition... Oh yes, we moved out of my uncle's house, and Aunt Hui who lives downstairs is very special Good. Always make delicious food for me, and I will help her in the shop after I finish my homework."

When Tan Le started chatting, it was as if he was being opened up to talk. An interesting story in school was that someone pulled the monitor Chu Tiantian's pigtails and was made to stand by the teacher. It was as if his parents were standing on the other side, patiently listening to his endless chatter.

He didn't cry today, or even show a hint of weakness. Because Tan Jingyang told him before coming here that they were here to see their parents, and they would only feel relieved if they knew that they were doing well.

While Tan Le was eloquent, Ji Zhun looked at the person on the tombstone.

In fact, Tan Jingyang looks more like his father, especially those narrow and long eyes, while Tan Le is more like his mother Yuan Yin, with dark eyes that blink, making it hard to wait or see.

Ji Zhun silently said hello to them in his heart, then turned his head to look at Tan Jingyang who was aside again.

At this time, the sky began to rain again, and I saw him with a cigarette in his mouth, and he was uprooting the weeds and piled them on the side. Probably because of the inconvenient movement of his hands, he seemed to be struggling. Fragmented hair was pasted on the forehead, and it was not known whether it was rain or sweat.