The sound of rain surrounds the beam

"Oh." After Chen Ziyou searched through all the pockets on his body, his expression became subtle: "Guess——"

"I understand, stop talking." Ouyang Li held his forehead in pain.

It's too awful.

A month ago, he joked that if he couldn't find a house, he would sleep in the bridge hole, and no matter how miserable he was, he still had a quilt.Now not only there is no quilt, but also there is heavy rain, and the clothes of the two of them hang together in the bridge hole for ten seconds.

"Could it be the scourge of trouser legs..." Chen Ziyou murmured, serious and innocent: "But I really don't think you are like Ji Molin."

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"What should we do now." Chen Ziyou also imitated him, standing in front of the house as punishment: "Why don't you go to the hotel to make do for the night, have you brought your ID card?"

Ouyang Li held up his mobile phone and a pack of cigarettes: "Ah, I still have six dollars in my pocket."

"I didn't bring it either. I just threw my wallet into the closet after washing the clothes yesterday." Usually unlucky and bad, Chen Ziyou has been trained to calm down, patted his shoulder and beckoned him to go downstairs: "Let's go, I'll contact the unlocker tomorrow, first tonight." Find a place to stay and talk."

On a night full of wind and water, Ouyang Li was unprepared for a sudden catastrophe, sweatpants and short sleeves, shivering while walking, and the rain wet his temples, freezing into a dog.

Chen Ziyou is a bit more decent than him, he has a bag, an umbrella and a coat, and is quite rich, so he sacrificed himself and gave most of the umbrella to Ouyang Li.

The apartment is close to the school, Internet cafes, supermarkets, and snack streets provide one-stop service. Walk along the path to the corner, and there is a guest house that can't be smaller.

The proprietress herself was at the front desk, chatting about changing TV channels, when two men came in, the remote controller fell to the ground.Xu is that the storefront is too unprofessional, and the two of them are cute looking, and after a few simple questions, they lead people upstairs to open a room.

It is said that you can choose a room, but there are only three rooms upstairs, one is for a couple, and the other is a single room that is so narrow that it is difficult to move around, and there is no choice for the double room on the far right.

After paying the money and getting the room card, a musty smell and dust came over the face, Chen Ziyou and Ouyang Li looked at each other in blank dismay:

"Can't you live?"

"You can't live."

"You live and I live."

"You live and I live too."

"Do you have anywhere else to go?"

"……there is none left."

"Then come in."

"...Oh." Ouyang Li stepped in reluctantly, and the floor creaked, as if it would collapse if he stomped a few more times. He immediately began to miss Li Li's presidential suite.

A typical example of suffering at the expense of face.

While feeling melancholy, the other end, Chen Ziyou, had quickly adapted to the environment, and went into the bathroom in a bittersweet manner. The voice came from the bathroom through the wall, which was a little distorted: "Wow, come on, Laoou! There is really 24-hour hot water! Niubi!"

This person is really—I don’t know if I have seen too much or too little of the world, Ouyang Li laughed back in depression, and then yelled: "Come out after the visit, there are still TVs that can't be connected to the Internet!"

Chen Ziyou went into the bathroom and didn't come out again. He took off his clothes and went in to take a shower. He was afraid that the store would make a false publicity, so the hot water would be turned off after a while.The sound insulation of the room is not good. The sound of hot water and rain alternates, and the two streams of water merge into one sound, which is hard to distinguish.

The windows in the house were opened to disperse the musty smell. Water and cold wind scrambled to squeeze into the house, sweeping away the stale air in the room, leaving only the fine cold.

Ouyang Li took off half of his sleeves, leaving a gray old man's shirt as a base layer, closed the window even more narrowly, held his cigarette butt in his mouth, inhaled a mouthful of moist mist, enjoyed the short-term comfort, and slowly closed his eyes.

Haven't been this quiet in a long time.

Ever since he came to D City, his heart has never been at peace, and he was tired of migrating in a hurry, and he couldn't and couldn't really calm down.

After Chen Ziyou finished washing, he saw that the other party was leaning against the window casually and sophisticatedly, and snuffed out only a small piece of cigarette butts left, as if he was not enjoying himself, he took another one between his fingers and took a moment to give him a look.

Strange to say, Ouyang Li is very addicted to cigarettes, but he seldom leaves an unpleasant smell on his body.

Exactly the same as the first meeting, Chen Ziyou stretched out his hand to press the burner of the lighter, deliberately imitating Ouyang Li's usual way of giving him a lesson, and said politely: "Little classmate, smoking is not good."

A slight laugh slipped out of the other party's throat. He didn't mind his offense. He raised his eyelids, gently pushed his hand away, clicked the fire, and the smoke came in through his nose and out, and was inhaled firmly into his lungs. His voice was bitter and hoarse: " But you got caught, right?"

After that, he knocked the cigarette ash sideways: "I used to smoke on the balcony of the bedroom, but today's conditions are not allowed, I will pinch it in a while, you can bear it."

Chen Ziyou was a little dazed - he seemed not quite used to the relaxed look of the other party.

Uncertain and a little bit unpredictable, half of the face is drowned in smoke, mixed with a little smoke, and the supposed presumptuousness is more attractive than the skin of an elite.

Chen Ziyou sat down on the edge of the bed, patted the damp quilt: "Don't you think we should talk about something in this situation, such as the Big Bang, or how did you come to City D?"

"There are too many different topics before and after." Ouyang Li buried his head and smiled: "You are quite calm. The action next door is so intense, I'm afraid it's not suitable for us to chat purely."

Lightning slid across the gap before the thunder exploded, Ouyang Li said quietly: "And I guess, you don't want to hear it."

Like trivial complaints, but also like secret soliloquies.

After the huge sound from the other side of the sky fell, the fine rhythm of the rain resumed.Chen Ziyou looked at him from cheekbones to brows: "Tell me?"

Nothing but talk.

Chen Ziyou didn't wear glasses, his drooping eyes were obedient and docile, and he assumed the attitude of a listener.They had known each other for too short a time, not even to the point of hanging their underwear on the balcony, Ouyang Li lowered his eyes and shook his head: "There is nothing to talk about."

He didn't come to D City to teach by chance.

The reason is not complicated. Ouyang Li once worked as a head teacher in the J city experiment and took care of a student whose parents were divorced, very introverted, and had no friends in the class.

Out of sympathy, Ouyang Li chose him to be the representative of the geography class, collecting homework, making a theme board report, and encouraging him to communicate with other students.

Gradually, the boy started to improve, and he listened very carefully in his class, and even wanted to raise his hand to answer questions. After class, he hesitated for a long time with his book in his hand.

Ouyang Li was very pleasantly surprised, he took it as a manifestation of his gradual integration into the class, and didn't take it to heart.

——Until the mother who raised him alone found his office, carrying the boy's diary and asking him to talk about the child's puppy love.

"Mother Liu, don't worry, the matter is not as serious as you think."

While reassuring the parents, Ouyang Li patted the boy on the shoulder and let him sit down first: "It is normal to have a good impression. This kind of good impression is not all negative. Correct guidance can become a motivation, but first of all, we must respect the child's privacy. "

The other party obviously couldn't listen, and interrupted him impatiently: "I know you are a good teacher, but you see, Hao Cheng is only a sophomore in high school, and he is about to sprint for the college entrance examination, how can he put his mind on unscrupulous things! "

The woman pulled the hem of the boy's school uniform and pushed it forward, but Ouyang Li failed to stop him. He watched the boy's head lower and lower: "Speak! Do you like your monitor, or another girl?!"

Liu Haocheng's chest heaved violently, and his lips moved a few times: "No, it's not..."

Ouyang Li has not encountered such a situation since he entered the school, so he persuaded: "Mother Liu, don't embarrass the child... Let other people see that the influence is not good, so I will talk to him alone when I have time. go back?"

"No, today you make it clear in front of your class teacher and me! Otherwise, today's business will never end!"

Liu Haocheng clenched his hem tightly, his face turned red and turned pale, he gritted his teeth and did not make a sound.The Adam's apple rolled uncomfortably, and subconsciously glanced in Ouyang Li's direction.

With this glance, the fig leaf that was intended to be concealed was scraped away.Ouyang Li suddenly realized, and then felt ashamed—maybe he knew it very early on.

Ouyang Li couldn't help feeling cold all over his body, the way he raised his hand in class, the half figure looking into the office, bravely looking at him, and struggling to talk to him after stumbling, his well-organized language froze, slowing down with his heart. sink.

He couldn't say anything more.

Ouyang Li is an idealist, trying his best to be a life mentor to others—suddenly realizes that he is the culprit.

How to send parents away, how to toss and turn, how to face your own students, how to wait until the end of the second semester of high school, and immediately apply for a transfer.

Maybe something went wrong in the haste, and when the notice that should have been transferred to the neighboring school was replaced by the High School Affiliated to Meng University thousands of kilometers away, Ouyang Li breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been granted an amnesty.

Liu Haocheng got the news from nowhere, and found him in the gazebo next to the teaching building. His voice, which was already the size of a mosquito, was almost indistinguishable from crying. He could only hear his repeated sentence: I'm sorry... Teacher Ouyang, I'm sorry...

——What is there to be sorry for?

Ouyang Li is innocent and not innocent. Comparing the two, he chose the unwise way - to whitewash the peace.

He is human and has ulterior motives.It's just that Hazy's good intentions and liking become the child's burden, and he can't have a clear conscience.

In the summer before the fierce heat started, he walked cleanly and freely.

Having said that, it is not a glorious thing after all, Ouyang Li revealed very little, and most of the details were vague, leaving an embarrassing result.

Chen Ziyou was not stupid, the other party almost spelled out the story with just a few words.

The protagonist doesn't seem miserable enough: "I've let you down, it's just such a boring and fucking story."

Chen Ziyou: "..." There's nothing to be disappointed about.

But how to say, there is no way to say, it is not appropriate to comfort or scold, the matter did not fall on others, whether to counsel or not, bystanders are not qualified to talk too much.

Ouyang Li was one year older than him, and he often put on airs of being an older brother, nagging and worrying, but Chen Ziyou didn't take this age difference seriously at all.

Life experiences are different, and decisions made are also very different.Ouyang Lizuo is only in his 20s, his family is well off and he has never suffered. The flowers of the motherland soaked in honeypots and future pillars are quite different from him.

If you want to comment on something, you can only say that this decision is quite Ouyang Li.

The so-called free and easy self are all sequelae of abundance.It is a pride that is so rich that it can be reckless and reckless.

It is calm and indifferent.

The second cigarette didn't take a few puffs, it burnt the old man's finger and burned it between his fingers, Ouyang Li shook, and the ash fell on the floor.

This time he didn't have a concave shape anymore, he quickly bent down and pulled out a few paper towels to clean up the scattered cigarette ash, halfway through, Chen Ziyou's belated voice came faintly from above his head: "Look, it's actually not bad, life has always been so fucked up. "

As soon as the words were finished, the creaking sound of the bed board and the woman's continuous panting/breathing could be faintly heard from the next door.

Ouyang Li was stunned for a moment, then exhaled slowly, like the last straw falling on his shoulders, he threw the facial tissue away in self-defeating, and the ashes he picked up fell all over the ground again.

A very light sigh.

Unknown, not knowing whether the other party was sighing about soot or something else, Chen Ziyou put his hand on the top of his wet and slumped head, rubbed it again and again, pretending that he knew it.