leaving marks

The second day after Song Wenran officially started working was a night shift.

Because it is the main entrance of the school, there are two security guards on duty in the night shift. Unlike the day shift where one person must stand at the security post at the door, the night shift only needs to lock the gate and sit in the guard room and watch the surveillance.However, they are on duty at six o'clock, and after ten o'clock in the evening, they need to patrol and check around the school to see if there is any dangerous situation.

Wen Wenqian hadn't started school yet, Song Wenran sent her to Wen Wenhao in the afternoon, and went to the school at 05:30 to go to the dormitory and put on a security uniform.

Song Wenran stood in front of the mirror and fastened the uniform belt. His figure was still lean and strong as he had trained in the army. The tight lines extended from the back, tightened suddenly at the back waist, and then plump and straightened the hips stand up.

Staring at the mirror in a daze for a while, Song Wenran smiled self-deprecatingly, grabbed the security guard's wide-brimmed hat and put it on, left the dormitory and walked towards the main entrance of the school.

In the same class as Song Wenran was a young man born in the [-]s. He was tall, thin and handsome, but after eight o'clock in the evening, he would sit in the guard room and stare at the surveillance camera, yawning all the time.

The summer is not completely over yet, and the sky at [-] o'clock in the evening is also slightly orange. There are already many students in the school, and there are people coming and going in front of the school gate, and there are also teachers' vehicles coming in and out from time to time.

Song Wenran was a little distracted staring at the young college students passing by outside.

At ten o'clock, the gate was locked, and the young man sent Song Wenran to patrol the campus.

Song Wenran didn't say anything, put on his hat, picked up the flashlight and left the guard room.The main road of the campus was lit with street lights, and the teaching buildings on the side of the road were open and the late-night study rooms were still brightly lit. There were fewer students walking on the road, but there were still many people gathered in front of the canteen to drink water and chat.

He followed the prescribed patrol route with a flashlight, and saw a young couple kissing in the dark grass. Song Wenran looked in the direction of the sound, and the light of the flashlight silently pressed down, standing on the side of the road hesitating After a while, he said, "Student, it's already late, please be careful."

After saying this, Song Wenran didn't look at them any more, but immediately left from the bushes.At that moment, Song Wenran saw the boy's hand pressing on the girl's chest, and he was a little embarrassed to continue watching.Although he has reached this age, Song Wenran has never been in love, and he has never even held a girl's hand.

After turning around and noticing anything unusual, Song Wenran returned to the guard room. He took off his hat and put it on the table. He pinched the collar button with his slender fingers and loosened one.

It was getting later and later, and there were no more walking students in the school. The young people who were with Song Wenran started to take out their mobile phones to play. Seeing that Song Wenran was sitting upright, he raised his head and said, "Don't be so nervous, there won't be anyone Now, we can take turns sleeping later." After saying this, he lowered his head and continued to play with his mobile phone.

Song Wenran kept staring at the row of monitoring screens in front of him. To be honest, he was a little nervous. He was on duty on the first day, and he was worried that if he stared at the monitoring screens all the time, if something happened, they would miss it.

Suddenly, Song Wenran heard someone shouting outside.

It was almost one o'clock in the morning, and Song Wenran glanced at the young man beside him. He was sleeping soundly with his hat covering his face, so he got up and opened the door of the guard room by himself.

It's autumn, and even though the sun is still hot during the day, the temperature drops at night. Song Wenran feels a chill, and his hairs stand on end slightly.

A few young people who looked like students stood in front of the small door on the right, under the street lights, all of them looked red-eyed.

Song Wenran approached, and asked through the iron gate, "What's the matter?"

"Open the door!" The man at the front smelled of alcohol when he opened his mouth to speak.

Song Wenran held his breath slightly, and said according to the regulations: "Please show your student ID card."

The man turned around and asked the person behind him, "Who brought the student ID card?"

Several people shook their heads, and some people fumbled in their pockets and said, "No."

The man then said to Song Wenran: "I didn't bring it, you open the door first, and I will bring it for you tomorrow."

"This is a rule, sorry," Song Wenran said calmly, "You can't open the door without a student ID."

"I'm going back to sleep!" the man yelled, grabbing the railing of the iron door with both hands and shaking it vigorously.

Seeing his distraught appearance, Song Wenran said calmly, "Please show your student ID card."

"Fuck!" The man slapped the iron door hard.

"Forget it, forget it," someone pulled him from behind at this time, "Go find a KTV to sing."

The man pushed him away with a raised hand, and shook his head vigorously. Perhaps this movement was too big. Then he raised his hand to press his chest, and opened his mouth to spit into the iron door. come out.

Song Wenran hurriedly turned his body sideways and backed away, but it was still unavoidable that he spat a lot of filth on his chest.

Then the man held the door with one hand, buried his head and vomited heavily, and all his friends stepped back to avoid being affected.After he finished vomiting, he raised his head in the mood to look at the filthy Song Wenran and laughed twice.

Only then did his friend come forward to help him and persuade him to leave, so he didn't insist, and several people staggered and helped each other to leave.

Song Wenran glanced at the vomit on the ground, then took out a tissue and wiped his chest briefly. He turned around and saw that the young man in the guard room was still sleeping, but the hat on his face had been taken off, and his posture had changed .He knew that he had woken up early, he was unwilling to come out seeing the dispute outside, and now he was just pretending to sleep.

Throwing the paper towels into the trash can, Song Wenran didn't want to go back inside, sat down on the next step, he was a little dazed, wondering if he had exchanged with Wen Wenyao at that time, would it be that he was a doctor in the hospital and Wen Wenyao Sitting here as a security guard?

But soon Song Wenran found that this assumption was meaningless. His grades were not very good when he was studying, maybe it was affected by his family environment, or maybe he was really not smart enough.Everyone's personality is different, and the trajectory of life is naturally different. At this point, there is no need to make meaningless assumptions, and it is better to live a good life in a down-to-earth manner.

After finishing work the next morning, Song Wenran went back to the dormitory to take a shower, put on clean clothes, and put the dirty uniform in his pocket to send to the logistics and cleaning department.

After all, he was not eighteen or nineteen years old. After staying up all night, Song Wenran could clearly feel the exhaustion of his body. He walked on the campus path, listening to the morning students reciting English aloud, while moving his stiff shoulders and wrists.

At the end of the path was a three-fork intersection. At this time, a red flag car was reversing there. Song Wenran saw that it was moving slowly, obviously caught in an embarrassing situation where it was difficult to move forward and backward.

The window of the driver's seat was lowered, and sitting inside was a fat middle-aged man with flushed face and sweat on his forehead. He tried his best to stick his head out of the window to look at the road on the left rear, trying to see the car Something blocked the way out.

Song Wenran was wearing slim-fit jeans and a white shirt, and his hair was still wet. He walked over and tapped on the car window, and said to the middle-aged man, "Wait a minute." A small flower pot opened.

Then Song Wenran held the flower pot and directed the driver to move the car a little bit, turned the car around, and was able to drive smoothly from this small road to the main road that forked.

When the car left, Song Wenran bent down and put the flower pot back in place.

After doing this, he straightened up and patted the dirt on his hands to leave, but saw that the red flag car hadn't left yet, but was parked on the side of the road waiting for him.

Thinking that the driver had something to say to him, Song Wenran walked over strangely, and when he got close to the car, he saw the windows of the rear seat slowly lowered.He saw a man sitting in the back seat. He was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his 30s. He was wearing a suit and tie. His hair had been carefully combed. He looked tough but docile.Even when he was sitting, Song Wenran could tell that he was tall, with broad shoulders like a male model who could go on the runway at any time.

The man smiled at Song Wenran, his indifferent handsome features suddenly softened, his deep and charming eyes were slightly curved, and he said, "Thank you, young man."

Song Wenran nodded and replied, "You're welcome."

The man smiled politely again and said to the driver, "Let's go, Xiao Zhang."

The driver also turned his head to thank Song Wenran, and then started the car to leave. It was not until he was far away from Song Wenran that the windows of the rear seat were gradually raised.

Wen Wenyao was also off the night shift early this morning.

Much better than Song Wenran. Wen Wenyao, who is already the deputy director of the department, doesn't need to stay awake all night. He can sleep in the duty room with the door closed. If there is no emergency that requires him to deal with, he doesn't need to get up.

However, Wen Wenyao's life was not peaceful last night. In the middle of the night, there was a patient who needed to be rescued. Wen Wenyao was called up by the doctor on duty.

After taking a shower in the duty room in the morning, Wen Wenyao drove out of the hospital in a low-necked T-shirt, black trousers, and sunglasses and prepared to go home.As soon as the car drove out of the hospital, Wen Wenyao saw Song Wenran coming out of the school gate across the street.

There wasn't much time to hesitate, Wen Wenyao drove the car over and parked beside him, pressed the window and said to him, "Get in the car."

Song Wenran was slightly taken aback, opened the car door and got into the co-pilot.

"You work in school?" Wen Wenyao remembered that Song Wenran had said before that his job required shifts, but he hadn't asked Song Wenran what kind of work he was doing. Wen Wenyao felt a little surprised to meet him here by chance.

Song Wenran replied, "I work as a security guard at the school."

Wen Wenyao rolled his eyes under the sunglasses and glanced at Song Wenran, but said nothing.

When the car reached the intersection, Song Wenran reminded Wen Wenyao, "It's time to turn right."

"Aren't you going home?" Wen Wenyao asked him a little strangely.

Song Wenran said, "I'll go to Wen Hao to pick up Wen Qian first."

"Oh," Wen Wenyao didn't seem to know what else he needed to say, and fell silent after saying this word.

Wen Wenhao's shop hadn't opened yet, but he knew that Song Wenran was coming to pick up Wenqian, so he had already woken Wenqian up early, washed and tidied up, and sat in the corner of the hotel to have breakfast.

When Song Wenran arrived, Wen Wenqian drank the last sip of milk, put the glass on the table, and ran towards Song Wenran excitedly.

Wen Wenyao didn't get out of the car, he stared at the half-opened rolling door, Song Wenran was touching Wen Wenqian's head and talking to her, Wen Wenqian raised her head and smiled.

After waiting patiently for a while, Wen Wenyao honked the horn and shouted out of the car window: "Hurry up, I'll take you back first."

He drove Song Wenran and the others home, and then turned around and drove towards his home.As soon as he entered the house, Wen Wenyao raised his hand and took off his T-shirt. With his thin upper body naked, he grabbed the remote control to turn on the air conditioner.

Then Wen Wenyao went to the dining room to open the refrigerator and bent down to look inside. He first took a bottle of beer, then put it back after hesitation, and changed to a bottle of Coke.His breakfast consisted of Coke and instant noodles, he ate so hastily that he didn't even have time to wash the dishes, so he lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.

This sleep lasted until almost noon, when Wen Wenyao was woken up by the ringing of his mobile phone.

With his eyes closed, he reached for the phone on the coffee table, connected it without looking at it, and said impatiently, "Who?"

The person on the other side of the phone paused for a short while, and then Wen Wenyao heard a young male voice asking him politely, "Mr. Wen?"

Wen Wenyao frowned, "Who is that?"

The person on the other side of the phone replied, "I'm Bai Yangyu."

Bai Yangyu is Wen Wenyao's student.Wen Wenyao was promoted to associate professor this year, and Bai Yangyu was the first graduate student he supervised.They met once in the first half of the year. Wen Wenyao was busy at that time, so he called him to his hospital office, asked him two random questions, and then let him go.

Wen Wenyao now only remembers that Bai Yangyu is a good-looking young man. He remembers asking him at that time: "Why don't you go to the draft? What kind of medicine are you studying?"

Bai Yangyu stood in front of his desk, expressionless.

Afterwards, Wen Wenyao's project hadn't started yet, so he didn't contact Bai Yangyu, until now that the school was about to start, Bai Yangyu took the initiative to call him.

Wen Wenyao probably hadn't woken up yet, he didn't immediately realize what the name Bai Yangyu meant, but asked, "What's the matter?"

Bai Yangyu's tone didn't fluctuate when he spoke: "I've already reported to school, I wonder if Teacher Wen has any arrangements?"

Wen Wenyao sat up from the sofa, rubbed his eyes, he finally became more awake, and digested the meaning of Bai Yangyu's words, he said, "Oh, potato."

The name Yangyu was Wen Wenyao's nickname for Bai Yangyu after he came for an interview. At that time, he looked at Bai Yangyu's file form and said, "Bai Yangyu? Why did your father give you such an awkward name? In the future, you can call him "Yangyu". Do you have yams?"

Bai Yangyu was noncommittal, so Wen Wenyao assumed that he acquiesced.

A tall potato like a stuffy gourd was Wen Wenyao's idea at the time.

"Your Yanyi school will arrange courses, you go to class first, come to me in a few days, I will tell you about your experimental subject, and you can start preparing for the experiment when the laboratory is ready," Wen Wenyao said while getting up. Bai Yangyu arranged his next plan.

Bai Yangyu responded: "Okay."

Wen Wenyao went into the bathroom, stood in front of the toilet to urinate, and said at the same time: "Also, I heard from the teaching and research office that there seems to be a welcome event prepared, and everyone will have a meal together. I will call you when the time and address are confirmed." Telephone."

Bai Yangyu didn't know what he was thinking, and after being silent for a while, he replied, "Okay, teacher."

"Hang up," Wen Wenyao then said coldly, and hung up the phone with one hand.

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