When Tang Huan came back after washing the lunch box, Xing Cui urged them to go home quickly.

She kept telling Tang Huan not to worry about the hospital and not to delay her studies. She was in good health and not to worry about her.

They were kicked out of the ward, and by chance, the family members of the ward next door also walked out.

Tang Huan looked towards the female comrade, who happened to be looking over at him as well. Their eyes met and they smiled at each other.

Lesbians are very pretty, especially when they smile, they have little dimples on their faces, which makes them look pretty and charming.

She also wanted to go downstairs and was walking in the same direction as them.

The female comrade walked in front of them, and Tang Huan secretly raised his eyes to glance at Meng Zeyan.

He was walking with his eyes fixed on the front and couldn't see anything.

After the lesbian went out, she went in a different direction from them. She went straight to the gate, while they went to the parking lot.

Maybe it was because of what her mother-in-law said about letting Meng Zeyan meet a female comrade, Tang Huan always unconsciously paid more attention to her.

Three people got in the car, Xu Qian drove, Tang Huan sat in the passenger seat, and Meng Zeyan sat in the back seat.

The atmosphere in the car was dull and no one spoke.

Tang Huan opened the window a little to get some fresh air. His heart felt as if it was covered by an invisible layer and he felt uncomfortable.

She leaned back and closed her eyes. She originally wanted to close her eyes and think about how to write the self-criticism, but Zhou Gong dragged her out on a date.

Her window was slightly open, and a cool breeze blew in and blew on her.

Meng Zeyan noticed from the rearview mirror that she was asleep, so he stood up, stretched his arm through the gap next to the car seat, and helped her roll up the window.

While driving, Xu Qian quietly glanced towards the passenger seat. The group leader was really nice. If it were him, he would just wake her up and let her roll up the window herself.

When they arrived at the door of their home, Meng Zeyan got out of the car first and closed the door gently, making a sound neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to wake people up.

Awakened by the sound of the door closing, Tang Huan opened the car door and got out.

Meng Zeyan had already opened the door and she walked back carrying her schoolbag.

I didn't come up with anything during the trip, but I did sleep soundly. It wasn't completely fruitless, though; my mood improved considerably.

No matter why she was unhappy, this emotion was wrong and should not exist.

Meng Zeyan said a few words to Xu Qian at the door. When he entered the yard, Tang Huan was almost at the door.

"If you don't know how to write a self-criticism, come to the courtyard with a pen and paper and I'll teach you."

Oh! There's light at the end of the tunnel!

"Okay." Tang Huan quickened her pace. She was just worrying about how to make up a story.

She came out with a pen and paper, and Meng Zeyan was sitting at the table under the grape trellis.

Sitting down opposite him with a pen and paper, Tang Huan picked up the pen and wrote three words: self-criticism.

After finishing writing, he looked up at Meng Zeyan, waiting for him to teach the next one.

The way she waited was a little cute. Meng Zeyan's eyes softened. "Did the teacher ask you to write a self-criticism because you skipped class?"

Tang Huan nodded.

Looking at her with a smile, Meng Zeyan asked, "I say one sentence, and you write one?"

There is such a good thing!

Tang Huan nodded vigorously. She thought he was just giving her some rough instructions on how to write it, but she didn't expect...

She really dared to promise...

This was the first time in Meng Zeyan's life that he helped someone organize a self-criticism. He said one sentence, and Tang Huan said this.

After writing a sentence, I looked up at him.

The main idea of ​​the apology was probably a few sentences: She knew skipping class was wrong, even though it was due to unavoidable reasons, but skipping class was still skipping class. She was wrong and promised not to make the same mistake again.

A two thousand-word self-criticism is the result of splitting a sentence into many sentences. Each sentence is different, but if you read carefully, the meaning is exactly the same.

After writing the self-criticism, Tang Huan looked at Meng Zeyan as if he were her benefactor. Even if she stayed up all night, she couldn't come up with so many repetitive words.