Yizhi

On Christmas Day, after waiting for a day, I still haven't been able to see snow.

The foreign festival atmosphere in the mainland is not strong, only a few people are shouting "Merry Christmas".After walking two streets, I came across a dark green Christmas tree with scattered lights.The sky was gloomy, barely bright white, and the glass lamp in front of me didn't seem so warm.Song Yezhi rubbed his collar, hid the tip of his chin in the scarf, and pulled up his coat.

The wind is not small, it is time to wear a down jacket obediently.

Before entering the school gate, I heard two vague "Teacher Song" mixed in the wind.Song Yezhi stopped and turned his head to look, there were several boys in the class, the monitor and his class representatives were also among them, and they were going to the classroom as the evening class was approaching.

Tonight is the last class of this semester, no lectures, only answering questions, so Song Yezhi did not bring lesson plans.Who would have thought that his students were more unrestrained, all empty-handed, shrinking their heads and approaching him with a smirk.

Song Yezhi counted the heads, six.

As he walked, he asked, "You guys live in the same dormitory?"

A group of people nodded.

"Did you just come back from eating out?"

Some people nodded, some shook their heads, paused for two seconds, some shook their heads, some nodded.No confession was made, and everyone laughed out loud.

Song Yezhi knew that young children love to join in the excitement of the festival, so he didn't ask any more questions, and turned the topic to final exams and textbook review.

—they stopped laughing.

Talking all the way to the classroom, I looked up and saw that everyone came very early today, and only seven of them were missing in a class.After a glance, all the people in the seats stood up, and those who followed Song Yezhi scrambled to take out gifts from their bulging clothes, panicked.

Two cube gift boxes were delivered to Song Yezhi, followed by a bunch of crumpled flowers.

The squad leader scratched his head foolishly: "We saw you with a gift, and it was too late to hide from you. Gao Jingshen couldn't help but insisted that we want to go with you, so we had to hide the gift in our clothes."

"Teacher, don't be disgusted!"

"Xiao Song, don't be disgusted!"

It really shouldn't be, but Song Yezhi's eyes must be red.He looked down at the gift in his arms and grinned, trying to hide it.

The squad leader was furious and shouted: "One, two, three—"

All the students put their hands on their backs, raised their necks, and said in a mighty way: "I wish Mr. Song a Merry Christmas--Happy New Year's Day--Happy New Year--Happy Lantern Festival--"

Song Yezhi stood on the podium, bowing in response to their blessings.After bowing four times, everyone's voices stopped, and they all stared at him alone.His heart was full of words, and he couldn't utter a single word. Song Yezhi bowed silently and deeply, with tears and smiles under the eyes of the crowd.

The silent classroom erupted into laughter again.

When they gradually calmed down, Song Yezhi opened his mouth, no longer speaking calmly, with some embarrassment: "I am a teacher for the first time...but it may also be the last time..."

Someone cleverly answered the call immediately: "We will continue to go to the laboratory to listen to your lectures on Teacher's Day next year!"

"Teacher Song is waiting for us!"

Some even started saying: "Happy Teacher's Day, Mr. Song!"

He came from the student days, the breath of youth has not dissipated, it is still hot, and it collided with theirs.In other words, between people, one must always be moved by the word sincerity.The giver and the given, rely on it to connect, rely on it to talk, rely on it to have the same kind of small and short-term moving, without exception.

"Children, I hope you are happy too." He said with a smile.

In the second class, there was formal Q&A. Song Yezhi sat quietly by the podium, watching everyone immerse themselves in self-study, and waited for students who had difficulties to ask questions by themselves, and he answered them in a low voice.

There are very few students who have doubts, and he is bored and sitting upright.The phone in his pocket vibrated, and Song Yezhi was thinking about something, so he took it out and took a look.

"It's off work. Baby, look for me at the school gate."

"I still have a class."

"I'll pick up Zhao Huanyu first, it's just in time."

"When did she come back?"

"Half an hour ago, I stepped on it."

At the beginning of December, Zhao Huan and Huo Da did not return as scheduled.She made excuses to extend her stay in Thailand with the excuse of a short schedule.But Song Yezhi guessed that she was hiding from Fu Ke and Shen Jinyun's questioning, and it would be a day if she could delay it.

"Okay."

He continued typing, impatient to retell his Christmas with Yi Qingwei, and after a while, he still wanted to say it face to face, and deleted each word and replaced it with "wait for me."

"Mr. Song."

Song Yezhi came back to his senses and turned his head: "Huh?"

"This question, I have calculated the experimental data many times, but it has nothing to do with the answer. Can you help me look?"

The one who came to ask questions was Gao Jingshen, the class representative whom Song Yezhi had been looking for after attending the class for a week.

Extroverted people are easier to be seen, so when Song Yezhi faces the crowd, he always subconsciously pays more attention to introverted people.Gao Jingshen is an introverted and reticent boy, but he participated in the class representative election that day, and then Song Yezhi finalized him.

The questions are indeed difficult. Song Yezhi elaborated on the knowledge points based on Gao Depth's ability, broadened the scope of knowledge, and tried his best to let him draw inferences about other cases from one instance.After finishing the lecture patiently, the end of get out of class is approaching.

Gao Jingshen said thanks, but didn't leave. While everyone was busy packing up the textbooks, he said, "Thank you, Teacher Song. Teacher Song, I wish you happiness."

The sound was barely audible.

Everyone only wants to be happy, and he opened his mouth to be happy.

Song Yezhi laughed: "Wish me a happy Christmas?"

Gao Jingshen nodded: "Not just Christmas, I wish you happiness in the future, I wish you and..."

Gao Jingshen was considering whether it was necessary to be straightforward, but before he blurted out, Song Yezhi understood it first.

Yi Qingwei often came to pick him up, and their behavior would not be too intimate, and similarly, they never shy away from it.Unintentional people won't pay attention, but if it falls into the eyes of caring people, I'm afraid they will know it at a glance.

When Gao Jingshen saw Song Yezhi's eyes, he knew that Song Yezhi understood.

Gao Jingshen was a little flustered, he first stated his position, and shook his head again and again: "I...I don't...I'm not..."

I'm not someone who has a colored eye for gays.

When he said it, he realized that the meaning of the words was turning in another way, and immediately changed his words: "No, I am..." He calmed down inexplicably, and repeated, "I am."

Teacher, I am gay.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the students rushed up to say goodbye to Song Yezhi, and Gao Jingshen fled in despair.His gaze followed Gao Depth's back until he disappeared.

"Mr. Song, are you really not going to class next semester?"

"Lectures or electives are fine too!"

"So is this the last time we see you?"

They chattered, and Song Yezhi answered simply, and asked, "Do you still have classes in this classroom?"

"Yes, I will be teaching probability theory here tomorrow."

Song Yezhi stood on the podium until the last classmate was sent away.He found a stack of post-it notes from the drawer, tore off one, took a black pen on the desk, pulled out the cover, and loaded the paper.

A few seconds, a few words, firmly stick the paper to the white wall next to the blackboard, turn off the lights, lock the door, and leave.

"I wish you happiness too."

This sentence remains in the dark, waiting for the sun to rise and the dawn to come, please take a look at it.

Walking out of the teaching building, the wind stopped and the sky was snowing.

Song Yezhi walked faster.

He saw the car first, and Zhao Huanyu was sitting in the back seat, leaning over the window and waving to him.Her actions caused Huo Da beside her to look out too, and they both smiled at him.

Yi Qingwei didn't stay in the car, he came out early and stood under the first street light.Large flakes of snow floated down with a dim yellow light, swaying slowly, stopping at his skirt.

He was also looking at him, his eyebrows hidden in the shadow of the backlight.

Perhaps the most simple and ordinary scene is that the wind is appropriate, the snow is timely, and the light is clear to everyone. Song Yezhi can remember all the details and details for a lifetime.

He looked at his lover and best friend not far away, embracing the gift he had just received, and could only smile, only smile.

In just one night, so far, he has a lot more words that he must share with Yi Qingwei.

With thousands of thoughts, Song Yezhi thought of the class reunion an hour later, and then extended to New Year's Day a few days later, and then extended to Hainan New Year.Further away, it leaves the concrete scene and turns into an abstract emotion, hot and hot, thriving.

There is hope everywhere in life.

Meng has never been able to catch up with this kind of good.

He gave all the gifts to Yi Qingwei.

"Borrowing flowers to present Buddha. Uncle, I wish you a Merry Christmas first."

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Rounding off the New Year's Eve with them!Children, I hope you have a happy 2020, more happiness, less sadness, and most importantly, peace and health. [The other thing is that Yizhi plans to become a v success in early January?