After I became the protagonist Bai Yueguang, I was in the Shura field [Transmigration Book]

Chu Yu glanced into the living room while washing the dishes and found that Qiao Ying was gone. He immediately dropped the dishcloth and wanted to come out, but was stopped by Chu's mother.

Mother Chu looked at him calmly and said, "You are not allowed to go, Chu Yu."

Chu Yu also looked at her, "What the hell does the old man mean? He told me he wouldn't do anything, dismissed me, and called Teacher Qiao away. It's very slippery to play one thing in person and one behind the back."

Mother Chu glared at him and scolded, "Can't you think of your father better?"

Chu Yu quarreled with her, "No, who told him to have such a big criminal record! Who told him to send me away back then!"

Mother Chu stared at him for a long while, then threw the dishcloth over, "Your father is helping you, if you still want to be with your teacher Qiao, just stay here honestly, I have something to ask for you."

Mother Chu never lied to others, nor would she be self-righteous by beating around the bush. She usually did what she said, and even Father Chu couldn't shake her choice.

No matter how unwilling Chu Yu was, she could only listen to her and be honest, washing the dishes impatiently.

Mother Chu turned on the water pipe to rinse off the bubbles on her hands, then wiped off all the moisture on her hands with a handkerchief, and then turned around and left the kitchen.

Chu Yu followed behind her, watching her take a wooden box from the top shelf of the wine cabinet and hand it over.

Chu Yu's face was full of doubts, he opened the box and found a bottle of Lafite inside.

"What do you give me this for?" he asked.

Chu's mother looked at the wine bottle in his hand and said, "This is the wine that your father's friend brought to you during your hundred-day banquet. They said they will drink it for you when you grow up."

Chu Yu froze for a moment, "Then what are you doing for me now?"

Chu's mother glared at him, a little resentful, "When your father told me about that, I wanted to throw away this bottle of wine, but after I figured it out, I stayed again. What are you doing today? Isn’t that the idea of ​​bringing people home?”

Chu Yu glanced at the wine bottle in his hand, and after a long silence, he said: "I'm still worried, go up and have a look, no matter what he said, he should have finished talking by now, unless he said something bad."

Mother Chu: "..."

Sure enough, he is still an unfilial son.

Qiao Ying came out of the study, and Ruyi rushed forward immediately.

He knelt down and rubbed Ruyi's hairy head, "Good Ruyi, can Andrew sleep with you first today?" He paused and said, "Now I'm going to find another idiot."

Ruyi wagged her tail at him, and Andrew on its back was in a ball, motionless.

Qiao Ying rubbed its head, "Go back to sleep, good boy."

Ruyi hunched Andrew on her back and went down the stairs.

Qiao Ying watched the two figures disappear at the top of the stairs, straightened up, clapped her hands, and walked towards Chu Yu's room in her memory.

When he arrived at the place, Qiao Ying opened the door and saw that Chu Yu was indeed inside. He walked in two steps and closed the door behind his back.

Chu Yu sat at the table, not knowing what he was doing, and didn't even hear the door open.

Until Qiao Ying sat down on the bed next to him, and called softly: "Chu Yu, what are you doing?"

When Chu Yu heard the voice, it took him a while to react. He turned his head to Qiao Ying's side, stared at him for a while, and then called out, "Mr. Qiao, are you back?"

"Well. Qiao Ying nodded, and suddenly saw the glass wine bottle in his hand, and was taken aback, "Have you been drinking?" "

Chu Yu followed his gaze and looked over, knowing that he couldn't hide anymore, so he nodded slightly, "I just drank a little, I didn't drink too much, look, I'm not even drunk..."

Qiao Ying: "..."

This is not drunk?How can you be called drunk?

Chu Yu obviously didn't think he was drunk, so he changed the subject clumsily, "Mr. Qiao, what did the old man tell you when he called you over?"

"I told you about your going abroad, and that you knelt at the door of his study for three days, and finally ran away to see me." Qiao Ying said in a very calm voice, telling him everything Chu's father told him.

Chu Yu was stunned for a moment at first, then slowly lowered his head, focused his eyes on his knees, and remained silent without saying a word.

After Qiao Ying finished speaking, she just stared at him quietly.

Chu Yu struggled for a long while, and then said in a low voice: "Then, Mr. Qiao, do you... have anything to say to me?"

"Yes." Qiao Ying said softly, "Why never tell me?"

Chu Yu looked up at him, as if hesitating to tell the real reason, he opened his mouth and said in a discouraged way: "At that time...you didn't like me."

His voice dropped, "I'm telling you, you won't talk to me, you'll just stay away from me...you can't tell me."

Qiao Ying looked at him, with dots of tenderness in his eyes, "I've finished asking my questions, do you have any questions for me?"

Chu Yu shook his head, "Probably not."

Qiao Ying looked at him, and the corners of her lips curled up, "Why don't you ask me, I didn't like you before, what about now? Do I like you now?"

Chu Yu was dumbfounded, he said whatever he said, "Then...do you like me now?"

Qiao Ying looked straight at her, and the cold light inside was completely gone, leaving nothing behind, and the emotions that had been hidden underneath rose up.

"do not like."

Chu Yu's pupils, which were filled with anticipation just now, suddenly darkened, and the eyes quickly gathered water, and his mouth was pursed, looking aggrieved as if he was about to cry.

Qiao Ying suddenly hooked her lips, showed a clear smile, and slowly completed what she said just now, "If I don't like you, who else can I like..." He sighed softly, and his voice contained With an obvious smile, he smiled and cursed: "Fool."

Chu Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, like two small light bulbs, shining brightly.

"really?"

Qiao Ying nodded lightly, "Really, I said I wouldn't lie to you."

Chu Yu's face turned red little by little. He couldn't face when he was drunk. His face was originally fair, but now it was completely flushed. From his cheeks to the roots of his ears, including his entire neck, he was so excited that he held his breath. .

"Now I have something to ask you." Qiao Ying said, "I won't lie to you, and you can't lie to me either."

Chu Yu nodded sharply, and said loudly, "I won't lie to you!"

"Talk down, what will you do if you disturb others." Qiao Ying reprimanded me lightly, and then asked, "Why did you stand downstairs that day and didn't come up to me and tell me you were going abroad? "

Chu Yu carefully glanced at his expression, "Because... I'm afraid of seeing you, so I can't bear to leave."

The expected answer.

Qiao Ying was in a daze for a moment, then asked again: "Uncle said, you wrote a composition, do you still remember what you wrote?"

Chu Yu said: "I always remember that I planned to hide it, but when I handed in my homework, I accidentally handed it in. I thought I lost it, and I was sad for a long time."

"I want to hear what is written on it, do you remember?"

Chu Yu nodded, instead of searching through boxes and cabinets, he could open his mouth in time when he was drunk.

"The title is, the most memorable person, event and day."

When Chu Yu was a student, he was not doing business, and his academic performance was also at the bottom of the grade. He knew nothing about Chinese, mathematics and English. When writing essays, Qiao Ying directly gave him several templates for him to use in the exam. Later, under Qiao Ying's guidance, he changed his bad habits little by little. After this, the composition can be written well without the template.

Qiao Ying still remembered that this was the weekend practice question he gave Chu Yu at that time, and asked him to write it and hand it in for correction, but because of his hand error, it was nowhere in sight.

When he was young, Chu Yu was lying on the table, scratching his ears and cheeks at an extremely simple composition. When he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of Qiao Ying from the corner of his eye, and he suddenly thought about it, knowing what to do.

He writes and draws on the composition like a thief.

"...I used to hate this person very much. He is high above the ground, cold-blooded and ruthless. He looks like a good student, but when he hit me, he punched me hard..."

"...He was always by my side. He tied me back when I was out of the house. He tore up my composition, threw away my homework, kicked over my desk, and even scolded me Restricting me from eating...that sounds like a nuisance to him..."

"However, I went out to make an appointment with someone. My composition was copied, and my classwork was to snatch the students. There was an earthworm that I was afraid of thrown into the desk by a villain. He scolded me because I Don't tell him about the injury, when he restricted me from eating, he just carried me back from the gastroenterology department of the hospital..."

When he was young, Chu Yu wrote every detail, while quietly looking at Qiao Ying from the corner of his eye.

He thought, Teacher Qiao looks so pretty when she smiles, just like...

Just like the blooming flowers on the branches in spring, the round silver moon in autumn, the cool wind in summer, and the snow falling in winter, they are the most beautiful things in the four seasons.

His four seasons become so vivid because of Mr. Qiao.

He thought that every four seasons from now on would be so vivid.

He likes Teacher Qiao.

I fell in love with him from a long time ago. Teacher Qiao treated him so well that he couldn't bear to leave Teacher Qiao.

In the end, he wrote this at the end of the composition.

"... When I heard my English teacher chatting, there was a writer named Natsume Soseki who was very romantic. He wrote the sentence 'the moonlight is beautiful tonight'. I think, one day in the future, I will say this to Teacher Qiao In a word, I hope he can tell me 'the wind is also gentle'..."

At the end of the composition, a line was left alone, with only a few words on it.

——Ms. Qiao, the moonlight is beautiful tonight.

Chu Yu was drunk, stuttered, and nervously memorized the entire composition. He clearly wrote a composition randomly at the time, but he has memorized it until now.

Qiao Ying looked at him and suddenly asked, "Where are your high school Chinese documents?"

Chu Yu froze for a moment, and said, "In the small room." He stood up unsteadily, "I'll take you there."

The small room is a dark room. When this villa in the suburbs was being decorated everywhere, Chu’s mother had a lot of tricks and dark rooms. There is also one in Chu Yu’s room. Except for the designer, him and Qiao Ying, there is no one. Someone else knows.

The entrance to the small room is in the closet, and there is a non-movable shelf on the closet that is a lock, and the lock can be opened by turning it.

Chu Yu got into the closet and pushed open the hinged door installed in the closet.

Qiao Ying walked over to take a look, and Chu Yu reached out to him from inside, "Mr. Qiao, come in."

Qiao Ying bowed, stepped over the closet and walked in.

After he went in, Chu Yu stretched out his hand, closed the closet door, and closed the secret door.

"Don't tell others, only Teacher Qiao can know, and only tell you."

Qiao Ying was stunned for a moment, Chu Yu had already closed the door, and happily walked up the stairs behind the secret door.

Qiao Ying followed him up.

He had been to this place several times before, and several times Chu Yu had quarreled with him, just hiding in there alone to sulk, and then waiting for him to come over slowly.

The stairs behind the secret door of Chuyu's bedroom go up all the way to the attic. The whole attic is his territory. It is fully equipped, like a small apartment, with only a small window for ventilation.

Chu Yu searched in the bookcase, and then opened the cabinet to show him, "It's all in there."

Qiao Ying glanced at it, not only the language documents, but also the homework he usually corrected were all neatly placed inside.

Qiao Ying asked, "Is there a red pen?"

Chu Yu scolded a red pen from the pen holder like a baby and handed it over.

Qiao Ying sat down at the table, pulled off the cap of the pen, took out the composition paper given to him by Chu's father from his pocket, and placed it on the table.

Chu Yu glanced curiously, but didn't understand what he was doing.

Qiao Ying was correcting the composition. He marked a bright red full mark in the upper right corner, moved his hand to the end, paused the pen tip, and wrote a sentence carefully.

——The wind is also very gentle.

He suddenly thought of the night when he passed out and woke up after the barbecue that day. Chu Yu talked about him from left to right, and only said that the moon was beautiful for a long time.

He didn't know what it meant before, but now he does.

Chu Yu asked curiously: "Mr. Qiao, why can't I understand what you are writing?"

Qiao Ying picked up the corrected composition paper, took out the composition paper for the second semester of the second year of high school from the bookcase, and carefully sandwiched the paper on the first page.

He turned around, helped Chu Yu take off his suit, taught him to take off his shoes, and lay down on the bed in the attic with a quilt covered.

Chu Yu looked at him eagerly, feeling aggrieved, "Are you going to let me sleep again?"

Qiao Ying nodded: "Well, it's time to go to bed."

The last time Chu Yu was called to bed by him was after asking questions, and this time too, he subconsciously thought that asking questions made Qiao Ying unhappy, so he whispered, "I won't ask questions anymore, can I not sleep?"

"No."

Just as Chu Yu was about to be wronged, the quilt was suddenly lifted, and then someone came in and slept beside him.

Chu Yu froze, and it took a while to realize that she hugged Qiao Ying ecstatically, fearing that he would feel uncomfortable and let go, but she still held her in her arms.

"Ms. Qiao, Mr. Qiao, Mr. Qiao."

Chu Yu yelled several times in a row, but kept calling his name without saying a word.

Qiao Ying suddenly approached, touched the tip of his nose lightly, and then answered his question in Chu Yu's voice that stopped abruptly.

"I wrote, I like you."

The author has something to say: Chu Yu (groundhog screams): Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !