fragrant like sunlight

The high walls erected in advance and the distance actively separated are just my protective colors.

When autumn comes, you appear.

The light brown pupil color when the eyes are opened is the color of autumn.

Sitting on the balcony reading a book on a Sunday next to a vanilla soda pop.

In fact, Pei Jing used to dislike his own sweet taste, but the experience of trying to drink black coffee and suffering a whole week of failure made Pei Jing give up struggling and calmly accepted this somewhat childish preference.

Pulled out the phone, but still did not receive the email notification.I clicked on the email I sent on Saturday afternoon, and the revised script of the short play has been uploaded to the attachment. I checked the email address again to make sure there was no typo.If there is no reply to the message, is it because the other party did not receive it or is simply too lazy to reply?

Pei Jing thought of Ke Shan having trouble dictating words in class, and shook his head slightly.This guy must have written the wrong address, right?Remember to ask him when you get back to school on Monday.

I was reading and saw that the sky was getting dark, and I was thinking about what to have for dinner later, when suddenly my phone rang.Click to open, it is Ke Shan's reply email.

—— "Teacher, good evening. Sorry for the late reply, thank you teacher for helping us revise. Our group rehearsed today, and Director Lu said that my acting skills are touching, and I have a good eye. I can tell at a glance that I am a talent. Yummy."

Attached is a photo of a group dinner. The soba noodles on the table are almost eaten up, and the expressions of several big boys are wonderful.Ke Shan was wearing a white sweater, and made a gesture with his right hand beside his eyes.

Pei Jing couldn't help laughing out at this cute and silly pose. He zoomed in on the photo and nodded at Ke Shan's face. Pei Jing still remembered his first impression of this student clearly.

When the boy who woke up in a deep sleep opened his eyes, his eyes instantly took his attention away.Like translucent amber, a pair of clear light brown pupils, shining brightly in the sun.

When the eyes met, I habitually asked him to get up to answer questions, and walked to his desk to listen to his answer, probably because of these beautiful eyes.

Last week, I happened to hear two female students discussing Ke Shan in another class. The little girl’s voice was sweet and the modal particles were flying around while chatting. It was interesting, cute and impressive.

——"Did you know, in fact, the eye color of Asians is mostly dark brown, and amber and pure black are relatively rare."

"Qian Tong is not aggressive, and tends to appear distracted."

"As long as the eyes are pretty and the pupils are big, it won't be so. Ke Shan from the class next door is an example."

"Yes, he is super light brown, and his eyes are beautiful. But I prefer the president's pupil color, which is pure black and bright!"

"I understand! There are stars in the eyes!"

"What! This stalk is so vulgar."

At that time, I couldn't help complaining in my heart: Hey, you guys are so happy to laugh at this kind of rotten meme...

Sure enough, I wasn't the only one who noticed, these eyes were famous to the class next door.

You popular guy.Recalling that impressive conversation, Pei Jing waved his finger fiercely to reply.

——"You still have acting skills? You can prove it to me next week. By the way, Scissorhands is really so vulgar."

After pressing send, Pei Jing put down the phone with a smile on his face.

It seemed that the smile was also sent along with the email. The student who received the email closed the martial arts novel in his hand, and was hit by the teacher's last tone, and couldn't stop laughing.

As said before, Keshan's group performed first.

Pei Jing sat in the first row to watch, this was the group he was most looking forward to.

The skit mainly revolves around the friendship between Wei Xiaobao and Kangxi.Ke Shan's role is Chen Jinnan, whom Wei Xiaobao regards as his father. He doesn't have many scenes. He is in a relaxed state and does not show any tension at all.

Very good.Pei Jing applauded him in his heart.

After the scene ended, Ke Shan happened to be standing in front of him. Pei Jing looked up at him, and Ke Shan just lowered his head. The moment they looked at each other, Ke Shan blinked his right eye triumphantly.It seems to be saying: I'm not bad at acting, is there any proof?

The amused Pei Jing covered his face with his right hand and couldn't help snickering.

Hey, you guys, don't act like a fool for me, okay, the steady boss Chen won't wink at others.

I did not live up to my expectations. Not only Ke Shan's group, but also the other groups did a good job in both performance and translation.Pei Jing hopes that through this form, students can actively discover the charm of language.

Two sets of short plays are performed in each class, and the lecture time is greatly compressed.Pei Jing sped up his progress while explaining, but luckily the students followed.

But Pei Jing found that Ke Shan looked at him differently in class, a curious and inquiring gaze, following him around the audience.Even if he was asked to get up and answer questions, he was all happy.

Did this kid take the wrong medicine?

The compact content left Pei Jing with no time to think about it until he met Ke Shan in front of the office the next day.

Ke Shan ran over and stretched out two hands, one hand put a beautifully packaged candy, "Lemon or peach?"

"Peach."

"Oh~ Teacher likes sweet things."

It was that kind of curious and inquiring gaze again, feeling that he had accidentally exposed something, Pei Jing smiled and glared at him. "Try me?"

The peach-flavored candy was handed to him, and Pei Jing ate the candy under the urging eyes of the other party.

"It's about caring. This is throat lozenges. It's hard work in class."

Ke Shan left happily after leaving these words.

Pei Jing was stunned for a while looking at the hurried figure. It turned out that he noticed that his throat was uncomfortable.

The candy melted in the mouth, and the sweetness of the peaches quietly penetrated into the heart.

When a similar scene was staged again, Pei Jingshi really felt that he was being probed curiously.

So I put forward two requirements: Questions can only be in the three areas of art, literature, and culture; at least the questions must be in English.

At that time, Pei Jing didn't expect that he would enjoy playing the game of choosing one or the other in the future.

Art?

Tricky areas where there are no formulas to answer.

Teacher, you are really cunning, and you want me to get out of trouble.

Ke Shan scratched his head, bit the bullet and borrowed a few books about Western art from the library.

Incomprehensible implication, incomprehensible techniques, art is reduced to a story of light and color in Ke Shan's willful understanding.The light and shade on the paper, the jumping color blocks, it seems that the world really is such a gorgeous appearance.

Suddenly I really want to know, what is the color of light in the eyes of the teacher, is it like Monet or Van Gogh?

"Claude Monetor Van Gogh?"

When Ke Shan asked, Pei Jing was slightly surprised.

"VanGogh." Pei Jing said.

"bright?"

"emotional."

"Claude Monet," Keshan said.

"The color of the water?"

"The color of light."

You don't need to say anything, you will understand.This rare tacit understanding makes people feel at ease.

"Teacher, is the world seen by painters different from ours?"

"Everyone sees it differently. What is the color of autumn in your eyes?"

Ke Shan was stopped by the question, his face showed confusion.Textbooks often describe autumn as golden yellow, but Ke Shan found that he had never paid attention to the colors of the seasons, so he couldn't tell his own judgment.

Just when he felt frustrated and unwilling, Pei Jing said something unexpected to Ke Shan.

"I think autumn is like the color of your eyes."

Beige, shining in the sun, that color.

Ke Shan suddenly covered his face with one hand and lowered his head.

What, it turns out that when you are shy, you really want to hide it so that no one can see it.

The bookshelves of the library have changed from art to literature.

Ke Shan found that when he was looking for questions that the teacher might answer, he also made an orientation choice during the screening process.The aspects that I vaguely feel that I care about will be left until the end, and become a way to understand that person.

Ke Shan picked four books and planned to read at least half of them during the upcoming National Day holiday.

On the way back to the classroom from the library, I ran into the sports committee of the next class.

"What have you been up to lately? You didn't even ask you to play ball."

"Read a book."

"Huh? What book are you reading?"

The Sports Commission probed to look at the books in Ke Shan's hands, and saw Shakespeare on the top. "Since when did you pretend to be so aggressive!"

"Watch your words. I'd rather you say I'm arty. Besides, can't I be interested in these things?"

"Are you still interested?!"

Ke Shan looked at the book in his hand and smiled slightly. "maybe."

I used to watch what I had, what I was told to watch, and rarely took the initiative to choose.The "encounter" that the teacher said may or may not exist in this process.

"Let's go, I'll lend you a book to read, don't patronize playing golf during the holidays."

Ke Shan stuffed one of the books into the hand of the sports committee, then turned and walked away a few steps, when he heard the cry of collapse behind him.

"What?! Tagore!"

Ke Shan laughed loudly, and shook his hand back.

Exhausting what I know and doing my best, in order to be one step closer to that person who always keeps a distance.Then two steps and three steps are still not enough.

Besides the favorite book, the taste and the color, I want to know more about him.This kind of uncontrollable greed is a feeling that Ke Shan doesn't even understand.