Click. Everything turned from dark to light, the screen flickered, and the picture began to appear.

This is a staff dormitory, the most remote building in the century-old school complex. From the outside of this house, the red bricks and white steps are very beautiful, and the ivy, with its charming green vines, climbs around the old western-style building. Anyone passing by can't help but take a second glance, but I was fortunate enough to be a teacher, and it was only after I entered that I fully realized- It turns out that this Fang House has been repaired for a long time, and the walls of the inner walls are mottled, like a tired face that has been repaired countless times.

I am so tired that I don't even have a digital TV. Allocated to each room in the dormitory building is an antique cable TV.

"The middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River have experienced heavy rains one after another..."

The boy walked through the entrance of the corridor, and the sound of the TV program came through the window glass of the reception room. The old lady on duty always stopped him and shouted:

"Hey, little classmates, don't you know? This is the staff dormitory, where the teachers live. Don't run into it all the time as a student."

But today, the old lady didn't cross-examine him, maybe she was in a daze, her eyesight was dim, and she didn't notice his passing in the dark.

He went up to the third floor and knocked on the familiar iron door.

The door creaked open, and the woman inside the door probed: "Is it you?"

The boy whispered: "Thank you, teacher."

Although it was very late and the boy was an uninvited guest, she was his teacher and the person closest to him in the school. After a brief surprise, the woman welcomed him into the room.

Make a cup of tea, cut **** and add it in. It was raining outside. She felt that the boy was wet and cold. Hot **** tea could ward off the cold.

Teacher Xie put the steaming teacup on the tea table in front of him: "When did you come back?"

"Just got back today." The boy stood awkwardly in front of the sofa.

Teacher Xie: "Sit down."

He then sat down, with his hands curled on his knees, cautiously, and did not touch the teacup.

"Why didn't you tell me in advance when you came back. It's so late, and there is still a bus to the school?"

“…hmmm.”

"How are things at home?"

The boy was silent for a while, and lowered his head to dig the hole in his jeans.

"My mom still wants me to drop out..."

Teacher Xie was silent.

She is already a college student, and the school has no right to decide whether to read or not. She talked to the mother of the teenager in front of her and promised to give tuition fee relief to the poor families, hoping that the mother would allow the child to put his hard work in the exam completed university.

But the mother sharply refused—

"What book to read? Learn Chinese? Who can't speak Chinese? You are cheating money!"

It is also easy to find a job in the society. I asked him if he wants to be a teacher in the future. With his grades, it is not a problem to get a teacher's system. This is a child's dream, and the teaching job is stable..."

"He can't be a teacher! It's not like you didn't see his face!"

Mr. Xie was very angry, but she didn't know what to respond to.

"I'm going to let him go home to work now! There's no money at home! Don't waste your time! That face-that face... Reading, what can I do! What school would want this teacher!"

What kind of face is that?

Teacher Xie had an incandescent lamp on in his room, the wattage was low, and it looked drowsy, but it still illuminated the boy's face.

His face, Mr. Xie is very used to seeing it, but anyone who sees this face for the first time will take a breath of air - half yin and yang face, and I don't know what disease she has suffered from, green The purple scars covered from the forehead to the neck, like a piece of rotten skin.

Shocking, naked and abnormal.

"Sick!"

"Don't go near him, it might be contagious."

"Hey! Intersex!"

With this face growing up with him, there are abuses and ridicules that go hand in hand.

Because of being ill, too ill to hide, too ugly to hide, the young man has suffered from scorn since childhood. No matter how hard he studies and how he gets along with others gently, he is still like an evil dragon wandering in the blue sky and white sun, and he cannot be treated equally.

Few people, like Teacher Xie, can find that the normal half of his face is well-behaved and gentle.

He always bears everyone's ridicule gently and numbly, and sometimes he also smiles with it, as if he really did something wrong.

But what did he do wrong?

Teacher Xie sees that in his eyes, he is always the most conscientious in his studies, he is honest and does the most work silently in the group. When others bully him, he always suffers with a good temper and doesn't talk much.

"It's alright, teacher, I'm very happy that you can chat with me. I used to be in the village, and people would walk around when they saw me, and no one has ever been as focused as you. Listen to what I have to say."

"The classmates are also very good, at least they didn't hit me with bricks."

He spoke very peacefully, but his head was always lowered, his shoulders were hunched, and he had been burdened with heavy insults for so long that his spine had grown deformed and bent.

She later said to him: "After the evening self-study, as long as you want, you can come to me for private tutoring. If you don't understand anything, if you need my help, just ask."

He smiled embarrassedly, half of his normal face showing some embarrassed red.

She has known him for the past two years and is used to him knocking on the door of her dormitory with his back slightly hunched over, bringing her his own essays, essays, and even poetry and asking her for advice .

Many people like to scold mothers these days, but few people like to write poems.

He wrote persistently.

The classmates laughed at him, ugly writing ugly things, sour, more sour than your rotten grapes.

He smiled and wrote again honestly.

But now, he doesn't even have that power.

Mr. Xie thought about the past, sighed in her heart, and looked at the boy in front of her with pity.

The boy said, "I'm here this time to say goodbye to the teacher. I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Back home?"

"...Well, that's it."

The teenager paused: "Teacher, if my disease is not on my face, but in places where others can't see it, everyone will be kinder to me. That would be great."

Teacher Xie's eyes finally couldn't help reddening. At this stage, she has done all her efforts, but unfortunately she is not his family after all, she can't make the final decision, and she can't save him . The boy's family situation was cramped day by day, and the mother regretted letting the child come out to study. After all, there was a healthy second son in the family who was only in middle school. If the sick one was called back, he could go out with a healthy child.

She felt that what she did was not wrong. As a mother, she should also weigh her family circumstances, she is fair.

"You...the paper you put with me last time and asked me to read it for you, I haven't finished editing it yet—"

Teacher Xie felt that she was about to hold back her tears and changed the subject hastily.

"But I read it very carefully before, do you want to go through the school leaving procedures later, wait for me to approve all..."

"No." He smiled and shook his head, "I'll be leaving at dawn."

She is very regretful, why does she always feel that there is still time?

Why not stay up all night?

Why, go shopping, chat, hold that long and meaningless meeting?

Here is a student's dream that is about to shatter, and a heart that is about to stop. As his last teacher, she can't give his dream a bouquet of flowers to say goodbye.

"Sorry..."

"It's all right," he said, "but I ended up writing a poem, can I give it to you?"

She nodded.

He took it out of his schoolbag and showed it to her. The paper was so thin that it seemed weightless in his hands.

She read it word by word, it is a very sweet love poem, hot and warm, but careful, she has seen many love poems written by masters. From the ancients' "When will I lean on the empty guise, and my tears will dry." To today's "My eyes are more beautiful, because I have you in my eyes", but at this moment, it seems that it is not as good as the page held by the teenager.

He didn't say anything, as if it was a lack of rhythm.

The boy is a poet, he knows that the love that loses the poetic quality and the disparity of status will only be embarrassing.

"It's for you."

The ugly face and the normal face are written with tenderness.

"Sorry, teacher, I really can't afford any present for you."

"There's nothing better than this." She turned her back and choked, "You, you eat something, I'll get you some refreshments."

By rummaging through boxes to control her emotions, Teacher Xie took a jar of butter cookies and put them on the coffee table.

The boy thanked him politely, and under Teacher Xie's gaze, he finally touched the teacup carefully, but withdrew his hand and said softly, "It's so hot."

She touched: "How come? Warm."

But still gave him some cold water to go back.

The boy drank his favorite biscuits little by little.

After eating and drinking, the night is still long.

He said, "Teacher, can I read a book with you for a while?"

"Sure."

The boy laughed again, a little helpless: "I have to leave, and I will trouble you in the end."

"It's okay, you can stay for a while... By the way, after you go back, give me an address, and I will send you a copy of the good books you see. You are so smart, in fact Even if it's self-study...it won't be too bad." Teacher Xie could only talk for comfort, "If you need any help, you can find me on WeChat."

The teenager looked at her: "Thank you."

Pause.

"If everyone was like you, then maybe..."

He lowered his head and said nothing.

He reads.

The teenager just spent a whole night in the staff dormitory reading books, as if he had to rely on one night to bring all these words back to his hometown.

He seldom had such self-confidence, he would not stay too late in the past, always worried that he would disturb the teacher's normal work and rest. But today is an exception.

Teacher Xie didn't blame him for this last willful way, but she stayed up with him until the middle of the night, she was really sleepy, and fell asleep at the desk unconsciously.

Hazy, she heard the boy suddenly say to her, "Thank you, teacher."

She answered him vaguely.

"One more thing, I want to apologize to you."

"The theft in the class before... Those students always lost things and couldn't find them, causing you to be criticized. Those things were actually taken by me."

She was dazedly awake, but she was too tired to get up again.

The teenager said with a little sadness: "But I didn't want those things, I didn't want a penny. They laughed at me like this, I actually have resentment in my heart... I put all their bags I threw it into the haystack, and then burned it all clean. At that time, they suspected me, but you didn't ask me, so they excused me. In fact, it was me who did this. correct."

"I don't have the courage to admit that I have only been a normal person in the eyes of one person, even a good person."

"That person is you."

"Teacher, I'm vain, aren't I?... But if even you are disappointed in me, I don't know what to do. You are the only recognition I have ever received in my life."

He said at the end, his voice getting quieter.

The eyes are clear, almost transparent, and relieved.

"—The thing I regret most is this... Teacher Xie, I'm really sorry. My illness seems to have been transferred from my face to my heart. If there is a next life, I will I really want to be a normal person...I don't want to be so sick that I don't even qualify for love."

"Mr. Xie..."

The wind blew through the window, blowing the paper pages on the table to fly, like a soul-inspiring streamer.

After that, everything was quiet.

The tea on the table is cold.

When Teacher Xie woke up the next morning, he found that he had slept in front of the desk all night, and the room was clean. Packed up and left.

Inevitably, she was a little nervous. She got up and walked to the living room with sleepy eyes.

Look down at the coffee table—

But the whole person is like a bucket of ice water, and his eyes are suddenly shocked!

The tea she poured for the boy yesterday turned into ice, but...but...

The room temperature is obviously 27 or 8 degrees!

How? how come?

, but now it seems that there is no less. The water in the teacup froze into ice cubes, but it was not missing, and finally—

Finally, the content of that implicit love poem was still in her heart, so he gave her a piece of paper to say goodbye.

The paper is gone.

She almost shuddered, and suddenly there was a "ding" sound, and the phone vibrated, making her jump up and grab it, it was spam. She breathed a sigh of relief, but she thought of something as if she had just woken up from a dream, so she quickly dialed the boy's phone.

Beep. beep. beep.

The heart beats with the mechanical sound.

"Hello?"

Yes.

The person who answered the phone was a familiar middle-aged woman's voice, rough, but at this time with some crying. She exchanged a few words with the mother of the boy on the phone.

Heart fell into a black hole that could not be seen, and fell down.

She heard—

“…”

"It's you! It's you again! I haven't had time to find you! You should call first!"

The woman was complaining. Teacher Xie couldn't remember what she said earlier. Her mind was almost blank, and she only heard the last shrill cry, "He's dead! Dead!"

Blood like ice.

Dead?

"You are all bewitched! He quarreled with me and ran out. It was raining heavily outside. The police said that there was a cable exposed there..."

Teacher Xie was buzzing.

In the fierce abuse and mourning, she could only barely hear two words, like a ghost like a charm, if not part of the world.

The woman was on the other end of the phone, with a mournful voice:

"What more? What more?!"

—

"Yesterday was his first seven!!"

"Yesterday was his first seven!!"

The keyboard stopped typing, and He Yu got up from the desk in the staff dormitory.

In a house of less than 60 square meters, in the living room separated by a wall, the old-fashioned TV is still playing a lengthy poetry variety show, accompanied by the rustling sound of snow flakes when the signal is not good.

The sofa is still the sofa in the story, the refreshments, the biscuit box, are still there.

But the clock on the wall is 8:09 and the street lights are on outside, not late at night. It was the summer season, the air was dank, the moths were circling under the lights, the mosquitoes were flying low, and the rain had not yet fallen.

The teenager left the small study of the staff dormitory, pushed the door and went out, the light and shadow shot in obliquely through the dirty window glass, making the light and shadow of the whole space a bit illusory, the illusoryness was better than the story he just wrote .

A young woman was lying on the sofa, the air conditioner was turned on low, she fell asleep under a coral fleece blanket, and there were several tissues in front of her that wiped away her tears and snot.

He Yu said: "Wake up."

"Hmmm..."

"Get up."

"Don't be noisy...I didn't sleep much at all..." The young woman snorted sleepily, smacking her lips, "Lie down for a while..."

He Yu just wanted to say something, the variety show in front of the TV began to introduce old movies.

“Everyone has a Brokeback Mountain in their heart…”

He paused the wake-up service and took the remote to change the channel.

He Yu hates homosexuality.

"Welcome all viewers to watch our medical health column—"

Change channels. He Yu also hates doctors and hospitals.

"Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly in the past, and a lifelike butterfly..."

This time, I won't change it for the time being. According to his taste, this can barely be used as a background sound.

He Yu put down the remote control panel, glanced at the woman who was still lying on her back and snoring, turned and went into the kitchen, opened the greasy refrigerator, and her face was illuminated by the lights.

He swept the stock in the refrigerator several times, took out two eggs, a piece of ham, and found a bowl of overnight leftovers, then he raised his voice and asked if the living room was still sleeping The woman: "Xie Xue, do you have any onions here? I didn't find them."

The woman was silent.

"I'll make Yangzhou fried rice for you."

It was quiet for a while outside the house, He Yu turned around again, and saw that the young woman had gotten off the sofa at some point, and smashed it to the kitchen: "...then you need two eggs and a large piece of luncheon meat. ."

Hesitantly asked: "Can you?"

He Yu rolled up his sleeves, turned back and smiled politely: "Sit outside and wait. It will be soon."

The woman named Xie Xue went to another room for a walk.

She saw the computer opened in the study, sat down and browsed the word: "He Yu! Are you using me as a prototype?"

The sound of the range hood was loud, He Yu asked: "What?"

"I said—! Are you—taking me—as a prototype??" Xie Xue came out holding his computer, "This, Teacher Xie from the ghost story!"

"Oh." The boy was silent for a while, smashed an egg, and smiled, "Yes. You are the person I imagined."

"Art comes from reality, Teacher Xie."

"But you wrote that you have a crush on me?"

“…art is different from reality, Teacher Xie.”

But he lied in the last sentence.

He did have a crush on her.

He Yu and Xie Xue have known each other for more than ten years.

Xie Xue is five years older than him. This year is her first year as a choreographer at the School of Art of Shanghai University, and He Yu has become a student in her class.

When Xie Xue saw the roster of freshmen, she was surprised to play He Yu on WeChat: "It's a **** coincidence! There is actually a boy in the two classes I want to teach. The name is exactly the same as yours!"

He looked at the news of the girl he had had a crush on for ten years. Just as he was about to reply, there was a notification on the radio that the crew asked to turn off the communication equipment.

He Yu turned her face to the side and thought for a while, but did not reply to her, so she turned off the phone.

Where in the world are there so many coincidences?

Stupid.

Of course he worked hard.

—It is completely different from the story He Yu made up.

He is not only poor, but also not ugly, he is very handsome, the son of a pharmaceutical giant, born with a golden key. He studied abroad in high school, but when he learned that Xie Xue had obtained a teacher's qualification certificate after graduating from University and became a lecturer at Shanghai University, He Yu spent less than half an hour thinking, and then went to the Go to the admissions official website of the School of Arts of Huzhou University in China.

A few months later, the School of Art of Shanghai University opened.

However, the newly appointed teacher Xie Xue Xie is still too young to know that the workplace is dangerous.

Jiang Liping, the counselor in charge of choreographing and directing the first, second, and third classes of the freshmen, is the school's famous eccentric. It is said that this person needs to be educated or not, and he has to sleep with the school manager to get a spare job in the school. Teacher Jiang is beautiful and beautiful, and he is not ashamed of the Israeli waiters. He is always ambiguous with the school manager in broad daylight, and has obvious hostility to all the pretty female students and teachers.

When Xie Xue was rushing to class with her notebook, she saw Jiang Liping in a red dress reaching the ground, occupying her podium and handing over notes to new students.

"Sorry, Teacher Jiang, the first class has already started..." Xie Xue tried to remind her.

Who would have expected the other party to wave his hand: "Wait a minute, the early self-study time is too short.

I don't know if it was deliberately making things difficult, Jiang Liping's last two points were only finished after fifteen or six minutes: "Okay, this is what I want to tell you, so that you will not be delayed in class. That... I'm sorry, I didn't remember your surname, new teacher, do it well, don't be nervous."

Mr. Jiang walked away with five or six inches of scarlet high heels, and the long dress of Hong Kong style and ancient charm raised red waves proudly behind her, leaving Xie Xue's gray face to hold her hands honestly The computer came to the podium.

Damn it.

Jiang Liping didn't say anything, but Xie Xue really swallowed nervously when she said it.

Most of the students from prestigious schools have outstanding abilities and are not easy to convince. Their original trust in young teachers is not as high as that of old professors, not to mention Jiang Liping kicked Xie Xueyi gloomily before leaving foot.

This group of people immediately understood, oh, so it turns out that the teacher of their class is an intern teacher who has not even remembered the name of the counselor.

Is that even better? Rao is Xie Xue with three fires in his chest, but he couldn't stop the saliva of the students in a large classroom. It took only ten minutes for a newcomer to the workplace, Teacher Xie, to go from full of self-confidence to stammering, and then his eyes and feet became dizzy.

So she didn't notice at all that the tall male student was sitting in the last row of the large classroom, turning his pen lazily, leaning on the back of his chair and looking at her.

"Hello everyone, I'm your choreographer, my surname is Xie, my name is Xie Xue. That..."

The student did not buy her account: "Teacher, how old are you?"

"Sister, would you like to have a cup of milk tea with us?"

“Teacher, you look younger than me…”

Seeing that the scene was a little out of control, Xie Xue couldn't help but be at a loss, so she had to pretend like a paper tiger: "Quiet! I won't make trouble with you. When you are in college, you must not let down your great youth and study hard. Knowledge. Let’s be realistic, I am a very strict person, and I am not good at speaking. The chances of giving students a failed course are far higher than those of my other colleagues. You are all good at yourselves, so don’t take my words seriously.”

He Yu couldn't help lowering his head and laughed, the smile fell to the corner of his lips, and hooked it at will—

She's an idiot.

The classmates in the classroom were silent, looking at her like a monkey, some boys sighed directly, packed their schoolbags, and left.

"Hello! Classmates! You—"

"Teacher, no matter how fierce you are, I won't be able to pass the exam. I also have a date with my girlfriend, so let's go first."

"It's really interesting that Shanghai University would actually recruit such interns who are threatening people to attend lectures by failing a course. We have a thousand troops and a single wooden bridge to be admitted to this university, not to be a guinea pig for the new teacher. Experiment? Why did you bring our class, but the next class is Professor Shen? I want to write a complaint letter to the principal, and I won't accompany you."

Xie Xue was embarrassed.

Although Qiangzuo calmly asked the names of these students and deducted points for them with a small board, Xie Xue was obviously hit hard and couldn't recover for a long time. Get ready The content of the courseware was also forgotten in a mess. Three papers without a donkey talked for a long time, and finally got to the expected very interesting interactive session, but no one was willing to take the initiative to cooperate.

"Teacher, let me come."

Just as she was about to hold back her tears and was about to flee, a boy's voice suddenly came from the last row of the classroom.

Xie Xue was tortured so badly that she didn't realize how familiar that nice voice was, so she looked at the rescuer with tears in her eyes.

Then she saw the boy whom she hadn't seen for three years, Xie Xue was so surprised that she opened her mouth wide open: "He, He Yu?!?!"

The boy was sitting in front of the desk, his eyebrows and eyes were fresh, his eyes were smiling, his lips were thin and distinctive, a little sharp, and a little evil, just like the young Liu Jianming in "Infernal Affairs" raised his head and looked up At the moment of the drunken marry, there is the smugness and desire of a young boy when he finds his prey.

He raised his eyebrows: "Long time no see, Teacher Xie."

—

This is how it is.

After returning to the dormitory, Xie Xue couldn't hold back, and began to cry out, He Yu liked her, but he was a little shy, and he was not very good at comforting her. Said to her, "Then cry yourself first, and I'll go to your study to write a story for a while. I'll come out and have dinner with you when you're not uncomfortable."

"He Yu, will you coax people!"

"Do I need to finish the homework you assigned?"

"...you go."

But by the time He Yu finished writing the story, Xie Xue fell asleep crying.

If he doesn't wake up, he is not in a hurry.

Xie Xue likes to eat first and sleep second. As long as she has something to eat, she will be able to get up from the bed in a hurry. This will not change even if she becomes a college teacher.

In fifteen minutes.

“…what is this?”

He looked down at the sticky "fried rice with ham and eggs" that he brought out. The boy was a little embarrassed, and said to his teacher with high self-esteem: "Can't you understand, Yangzhou fried rice."

"You call this Yangzhou fried rice?"

"...Then you don't have to eat it, I can order a takeaway." The boy picked up his mobile phone and searched for the restaurant with the highest rating, but he was still filling in the address for the meal. At that time, the doorbell of the staff dormitory rang.

He Yu raised his almond eyes: "What. My colleague is looking for you?"

"No, I haven't even gotten to know them yet." Xie Xue put down her chopsticks, looked up at the clock, "This time, who is it..."

She said as she pulled her slippers and ran to the entrance.

After a few seconds—

"Brother!" Xie Xue's surprised voice came from the door, "Why are you here? Aren't you working overtime today?"

“…!”

throughout.

He immediately got up, picked up the disgraceful fried rice on the table, and quickly went to the kitchen trash can.

But it was too late, Xie Xue took her eldest brother into the house.

"Brother, I haven't had time to tell you, He Yu has returned to China, he is actually a student in my class now, he is sitting in the room, you two haven't seen each other for a long time, right? ?—Hey, He Yu!" Xie Xue stopped him, "Where are you going with your plate?"

“…”

Never mind.

Since they have all returned to China, they must meet him again.

He Yu stood with his back to them, cleaned up all the real emotions on his face, and then slowly turned around, with a gentle and graceful posture.

Compared with the eldest brother of the Xie family, who was thirteen years older than him, his aura seemed to be no different.

He looked at the man who had a three-point resemblance to Xie Xue, the head of the Xie family.

Then the boy squeezed the back of his neck with his backhand, glanced at his eyebrows, and paused for a moment: "Long time no see, Doctor Xie. You seem to be..."

He looked at him.

The man was the same as before, with stern brows, sharp facial lines, and a very aggressive face outline. His eyes are good-looking, similar to Xie Xue, with a pair of peach blossom eyes, anyone who has such a pair of eyes will look very charming, but he is amazing, he forcefully interprets what it means to be born from the heart, a thousand miles of peach blossom lake can be loved by him Frozen into Xuan Bing, the two brothers and sisters clearly have the same eyes, Xie Xueneng is very charming, but he is not charming at all, his eyes are cold, and he has a temperament that refuses people thousands of miles away.

Very domineering, very dictatorial temperament. Like the head of a feudal autocratic family, it's best to match his pale face with a set of black velvet sable fur with a strong aura, and then add two warlord silver dangling chains at the front of his clothes, and then he will live together.

He Yu finally smiled gently, but there was no smile in his eyes:

"You seem to be the same as before, quite young, not old."

The author has something to say:

In the next chapter, the dictatorial straight male cancer Xie Jia eldest brother officially appeared and spoke~ He is really straight... Please forgive me...

Small Theater:

Xie Xue: Today's homework for the editing and directing class is to write a story. The story must contain three elements of love, redemption and regret. Within 5,000 words, the protagonist has to go from life to death, preferably with an unexpected twist.

He Yu: It's done.

Xie Xue: Where? Hand in homework.

He Yu: Teacher, look at Chapter 1 of the Medical Record Book^^

Xie Xue: ...you seem to be a little perverted.

He Yu: No hurry, there will be opportunities to show more perverted ones in the future. for example…

Xie Xue: Like what?

He Yu: As a director majoring, I would like to say that spoilers are a hooligan act.

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