MTL - I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before-Chapter 60 Funeral man

They arrived early and the funeral had not yet begun.

Ningning knew why Li Pingping came so early.

"Mr. Pei, please change your grief." Li Pingping, holding the bouquet in his hand, followed the man all the way, greeted him with warmth and care.

This man is the husband of the deceased.

He wore an expensive black suit, and when he looked down at the time, he showed a watch, which was enough to make a plump look handsome, not to mention he was handsome.

Ke Ningning was afraid to approach him.

"This is it?" He turned to look at her.

Li Pingping didn't seem to want to introduce her, but she didn't want to leave an impolite impression in front of him, so she reluctantly said, "This is my colleague Yan Qing and Yun Lin."

"Hello." The man reached out to Ningning. "Thank you for coming to Yan Qing's funeral. I am her husband, Pei Xuan."

This is why Ning Ning dare not approach him.

Pei Xuan.

He renamed his former goalkeeper who had defected from the Life Cinema.

Is it the same person? Ning Ning looked at his face and felt like it for a while, and then she didn't look like it. She was in a hurry to run away with Shi Zhongtang and didn't have time to notice what he looked like.

—I just feel that their lips really look like they are so thin and ruthless.

"Hey." Li Pingping's unhappy voice sounded in Ningning's ear.

She then reacted, she has been shaking hands with Pei Xuan for a long time.

According to her current situation, she hurriedly took her hand back and lowered her head.

"Yunlin, is that right?" He looked at her with a smile, and treated her with a different attitude from Li Pingping, which made Li Pingping, who had been hot with her cold butt, very angry.

After Pei Xuan was called by funeral staff, Li Pingping said coldly to her, "We are friends, right?"

Ning Ning could almost guess her next sentence, but still cooperated with her and said, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Then you stay away from him." Li Pingping snorted sternly, then looked at Pei Xuan's back fiercely, and said with ambition, "He is mine."

Of course Ning Ning would not rob her of her men, but felt that she knew her a little bit deeper-after all, few people would immediately attack her husband after the death of a friend or colleague.

After that, the number of guests gradually increased, and the funeral began. A bunch of chrysanthemums were presented on the coffin. Two white-haired people in the hall cried and became teardrops. Ning Ning heard the people around him discussing: "That's Yan Qing's parents, it's pitiful , Such an unfilial girl. "

Yep?

Should n’t you sigh that the white-haired person gives the black-haired person? How did it turn into a white-haired girl giving an unfilial pie?

Fortunately, someone was as confused as her and asked, "What's going on? Speak to hear."

"Don't you know? Yan Qing was ashamed of suicide because she was found stealing and reported to school. Hey, pity her husband, so young and handsome, promising, what kind of woman can't marry, I just married such a broken shoe ... "

Rumors, gossips, false feelings, and hypocrisy filled the entire funeral like a haze, making it difficult to breathe.

"Hurry up," Ningning said in his heart.

After the funeral, she began her life as a actor.

"An odd number of designated tickets can allow guests to pass through to anyone other than the protagonist." After returning to the dormitory, Ning Ning was packing and thinking, "He or she may be by my side, and even know me ..."

"What are you doing?" Li Pingping walked into the door and asked.

"Cleaning." Ning Ning turned to look at her, thinking: for example, she might be another guest.

"Then you can sweep my side by the way, I'll go out for a meal first." Li Pingping waved and left.

After watching her leave, Ning Ning slowly turned her head and looked at the room in front of her.

A person's room can reflect a person's personality, especially the teacher's profession, especially Yunlin's old-fashioned personality. There is no nightlife person. After work, the room is her only destination, and she stays in the day. The most places.

So if you want to know what kind of person she is, you can start with her room.

"Let's get started," Ningning said to herself, "I don't want another guest to find me, I have to turn myself into Yunlin completely."

A play called "Yun Lin" has begun. Ning Ning, who is the main star, will play a junior high school teacher named Yun Lin in this play.

This is a female teacher who scares the students. Ning Ning finds that as long as she stops in the corridor, the students in half the corridor are trembling.

According to their response, Ning Ning pushed her glasses and adjusted her expression and eyes in time. She became more serious and her eyes became colder. The student looked at the lesson plan in her hand like a leather whip She stepped onto the podium and looked around, not even one who dared to look up at her.

"Class." Ningning said majesticly, "Stand up."

With a bang, all the students stood up and said in unison: "Hello teacher."

After that, she started to follow the texts, yes, just read the lesson plan, or let the students come up to dictate, but she did not write the blackboard—because her handwriting is different from Yun Lin, in order to avoid being seen, she will try to reduce Writing blackboard time.

This method of teaching is obviously different from her usual approach, but no one dares to blame her. Ningning glanced at them, deliberately misreading a word in the ancient poem, several top students looked at each other, and chose to be silent, afraid to correct her in person.

Their response corroborated Ning Ning's conjecture that the teacher Yun Lin, who was as good as a bun in front of an adult, was unexpectedly strong in front of a minor.

At this time, the bell rang at the end of the lesson, and Ningning united the teaching plan: "Stand up."

There was another boom, and all the students stood up: "Goodbye, teacher."

Although the teaching effect of this course is very poor, it is worth celebrating that they do not need to continue to accept such poisons, because the day after tomorrow will be summer vacation, they can rest for at least one month, and Ningning will use this one Every month, I tried hard to practice writing on the blackboard, familiarized with copywriting, and tried to prevent them from seeing obvious mistakes in the next lecture.

But things change more than people plan.

The previous funeral was the end of Yan Qing, but also the beginning of her ...

"Can you marry me?"

When this sentence was spoken from the other side, Ning Ning froze for a while. He whispered for a long time, and asked blankly, "What did you just say?"

"At the previous funeral, I fell in love with you at first sight." Pei Xuan, dressed in gold glasses, stood in front of her, looking at her sincerely, "Can you marry me and be my wife?"

Ningning felt a cold sweat on her back.

She found that she could not refuse him.

Not that she can't, but Yun Lin can't.

In the previous cleaning, she found Yun Lin's diary. Ning Ning didn't expect that this apparently solemn and old-fashioned language teacher had a pinkish pink heart.

Her diary is completely a secret diary.

The crush ... is roommate Yan Qing's boyfriend, Pei Xuan.

"On January 1st, sunny. I fell in love with Mr. Pei at first sight."

"February 4th, rain. I met Mr. Pei on the street. He was shopping with Yan Qing. The umbrella in her hand was all over her head. Her shoulders were wet. I quickly bought one at the store next to me. Umbrella, but I have been waiting for them to enter the door, I have not been able to send out the umbrella. "

"February 16th, Yun. Yan Qing brought back a box of imported chocolates and said that it was Mr. Pei who gave her. She gave me one, and I was not willing to eat it, and kept it."

"March 16th, rain. Hate ... chocolate melted."

"On April 4th, Yun. Yan Qing said that Mr. Pei had proposed to her, and I was so envious of it. I also wanted to have a perfect relationship with such a perfect person, and then have a perfect marriage."

Full of books, it is hard to tell the love.

How can such a person tell her to refuse a sweetheart's proposal?

... You cannot refuse emotionally, you can only refuse morally. Ningning hugged herself, don't look away, biting her lower lip and said: "Yan Qing has just passed away. At this time, we really can't ..."

Pei Xuan froze and smiled bitterly: "Sorry, I'm so anxious."

Two people stood under the school's street lights. It was late, and the students had already returned home. All the classrooms were dark. Only the direction of the staff dormitory was lit.

Ningning was silent for a while, and suddenly said to her, "Why me?"

Pei Xuan has the capital that makes people fall in love at first sight, but Yun Lin does not. Her appearance is very ordinary, and she is slightly blessed. Because she is very old-fashioned, she is obviously a girl in her twenties, but at first glance she looks like a middle-aged aunt going out to buy food.

Aunt's eyes were at least kind, but her eyes were a bit fierce.

It's the kind of class teacher's eyes that students are most afraid of.

"I'm not pretty and my character is not cute. Why do you pick me?" Ning Ning looked at him suspiciously.

This is a very normal reaction. Even Yun Lin himself, in the face of this situation, it is estimated that the first reaction is to promise, and the second reaction is to suspect that the other party is playing with her.

"... I'm just tired." Pei Xuan sighed suddenly, her straight back slightly bent down, looking a little overwhelmed, "Yan Qing is beautiful and cute, but she ... I just want to find one Ordinary girl. "

After that, he looked up at Ning Ning, his eyes tired and gentle: "Like you."

Ning Ning seemed to be shy at him, she bowed her head ... She had to do this, because it was probably the best confession that Yun Lin had heard in her life.

Even if you are so ordinary, I still love you.

If you do n’t delve into it, it ’s like a fairy tale, the object that I fell in love with at first sight, and the fairy tale that fell in love with me at first sight.

Yes, if you don't delve ...