At noon, Fu Yingying sat next to Teacher Yang to eat, and Chen Ying was in charge of a class of forty-nine students.

Director Wang of Haiyan No. 1 Middle School is an old classmate of Mr. Yang, who met him at the Municipal Education Bureau last year when he held a teaching and research meeting.

After seeing him again, Director Wang didn't recognize Mr. Yang.

"Lao Wang, why do you shout more and more to the side?" Teacher Yang beckoned, quite proud, this old classmate, thin and thick-haired, used to laugh at his bald head and belly as soon as they met.

But now he has changed a lot, and he must come to show off in front of Wang Xinpeng.

Hearing from the voice that it was Teacher Yang, Wang Xinpeng was taken aback, "Old Yang, it's still ······ Is it really you? Oh, do you still learn to wear wigs when you're young? However, you used to be bald, and you really should wear a wig. Oops, you lost weight? ”

Teacher Yang knew that this person would continue to squeeze him, and he was still a little uncomfortable in his heart before, but now he was in a good mood, and said with a smile: "You don't have a belly, you don't have a bald head, but I think your eyes are not good." I have such a beautiful hairstyle and jet-black hair, which wig can compare. Look at it, real hair, hehe, you're right, although I didn't lose weight, I did lose weight, I lost four pounds, I look a lot younger, right? Isn't it much more handsome than you? ”

"Hehe, you're stinky!" Wang Xinpeng looked closer, it really didn't look like a wig, and he didn't give up and dragged his fingers, "Oh, it's really!" However, you are just thin, with long hair, and not as handsome as me! ”

Teacher Yang glared at Wang Xinpeng, "Hehe, you, your talent is not as good as me, and your appearance is not as good as me, otherwise Chenhong fell in love with me back then, but didn't you like you?" ”

Wang Xinpeng couldn't cry or laugh, "It's all about the sesame seeds and rotten grains, and you actually take it out and talk about it!" ”

"Hmph, of course, who made you cause me a lot of trouble in the first place." Teacher Yang laughed and continued to joke with Wang Xinpeng.

Fu Yingying was eating on the side, listening to their conversation, and it could be heard that their relationship was very close, otherwise they would not have made such a joke.

"Tell me, what's the matter with your hair?" Wang Xinpeng asked curiously, although he didn't lose his hair, but her daughter-in-law lost her hair, sparse hair, and wore hats or wigs all year round.

Not only did his daughter-in-law lose her hair, but his father-in-law's family seemed to have hereditary hair loss. Even if he has such thick hair, he still can't resist the power of hereditary alopecia on his wife's side, and his son and daughter are young, and their hairline is moving up at a terrifying speed, and the amount of hair is gradually decreasing, which greatly affects their appearance.

Teacher Yang smiled and said, "I got a good thing, that is, I, a student, have a secret recipe for hair growth." As long as you use it, it works. If you want, you can order it from her house. ”

Wang Xinpeng was stunned for a moment, looked at Fu Yingying, and did not doubt it, first of all, Mr. Yang is not a liar, and Mr. Yang is a living example of baldness, of course he believes it.

"This classmate, how do you sell your ointment?" Wang Xinpeng asked, if you want to buy it as soon as possible.

Fu Yingying smiled, "One hundred yuan a bottle, one bottle can be used for a week, and four bottles are almost enough; If it's serious, it's estimated that there will be five or six bottles, anyway, Mr. Yang seems to have used six bottles. ”