Sound waves

The two drove to Tongzhou, and soon entered the central villa area, where Yu Hongtao had a single house.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening when he got home.

"Let me introduce to Teacher Ouyang, this is my daughter, Yu Yinan. Call me Uncle Ouyang."

Yu Yinan was in his early years. He was tall and handsome. It seemed that he had received a good education since he was a child. He called out very generously, "Uncle Ouyang."

Yu Hongtao said: "Isn't this the art test for the Communication University after the Chinese New Year? Nan Nan's first choice is to perform. I want to find someone to understand the situation. I can only ask you, an expert, to help."

"I'm not an expert. I teach at the Communication University. If there's anything Nan Nan wants to know, I'll tell you everything." Ouyang Qing was polite.

Yu Yinan was not polite either, she took out the materials and asked.

Yu Hongtao asked his aunt to pour water for the two of them, put a fruit plate on them, and then said: "Talk first, Ouyang, I'm in the study on the second floor, let's sit together for a while after chatting."

"Okay, you are busy."

Yu Yinan did a solid job in her homework, whether it was cultural lessons, live performances, or talent shows, she was well prepared.

Ouyang Qing made a point, and also mentioned the points that art test teachers will pay attention to.

Time passed quickly, and an hour or so passed in a blink of an eye.

"Uncle Ouyang, I'll treat you to dinner when I go to Communication University." Yu Yinan said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll wait for your good news."

After Yu Yinan returned to the room, the aunt took Ouyang Qing to Shu Fang on the second floor.

He knocked on the door, but it was unlocked.

"Please come in."

Ouyang Qing pushed the door open and entered. Yu Hongtao sat on the seat wearing glasses, looked away from the computer screen and said with a smile, "You can just read a book, I'll be fine in 10 minutes."

Ouyang Qing picked out a collection of Tagore's poems, sat down on a sofa by the window, and flipped through a few pages.

"Is that your little boyfriend today?"

Yu Hongtao's words brought Ouyang Qing back to her senses.

He closed the book and looked at Yu Hongtao who was sitting behind the desk: "It used to be. It's been a few years since we separated."

Yu Hongtao smiled: "That's right, you didn't take him with you at the teacher's funeral. We separated at that time, right?"

Ouyang Qing's eyes darkened a little.

"Well, we broke up about a month before my father's funeral."

"Teacher Ouyang is the most strict. I guess he didn't agree with you two."

Ouyang Qing looked at the watch unconsciously: "What are you talking about?"

Yu Hongtao knew how to read words and expressions. Seeing that Ouyang Qing didn't want to mention it, he stopped talking. After a few minutes, he turned off the computer and sat opposite Ouyang Qing.

"Ouyang, we know each other because I am a student of your mother, Mr. Zhu Yu. A few years ago, I resigned from the procuratorate and went into business. I didn't understand anything at the beginning. You introduced some insiders, and I stumbled to the present. Only then did I have some wealth."

"That's your own ability, and it has nothing to do with me."

Yu Hongtao smiled: "I have always remembered your gratitude for many years."

"Actually, I have always loved you very much." Yu Hongtao said, "You broke up with your family many years ago. Then Teacher Zhu Yu passed away, and then Teacher Ouyang Chen passed away... You have lived alone for many years."

Ouyang Qing frowned slowly: "What do you want to say? Didn't you ask me to help Nannan today?"

"That's a reason." Yu Hongtao hesitated for a moment, then said with determination, "Ouyang, come live with me."

Ouyang Qing was taken aback.

Yu Hongtao's eyes are open and his words are simple: "Nan Nan's mother is married to me, and she hasn't seen each other for many years after marriage. Later, she and her lover had a car accident, leaving Nan Nan as a child... Now Nan Nan I've grown up too, so I don't need to be jealous anymore. And you...you broke up with Shu Mingxuan a long time ago, didn't you?"

"No, I-"

"Don't rush to refuse." Yu Hongtao said, "Ouyang, I am 48, and you are in your early [-]s. We are all middle-aged people who have passed half of our lives. Let me just say some things directly, I think you are pretty good... You don't need to go through the second half of the journey alone. Two people are together, day and night, and live together for decades, isn't it good? "

Yu Hongtao stood up, poured a cup of hot water for Ouyang Qing, and handed it to him.

Ouyang Qing hesitated for a moment, took the water and covered it with both hands.

After a while, he opened his mouth slowly until his fingertips turned red.

"Hong Tao...thank you for being fond of me."

"But I'm really sorry, I don't have this idea..." Ouyang Qing said, "It's not suitable for me to find a partner and walk hand in hand."

Yu Hongtao frowned: "Why? My qualifications are not good enough?"

Ouyang Qing smiled: "It's because of me, I don't want to drag anyone down."

When leaving, Ouyang Qing said that she would take a taxi by herself.

"It's too late, it looks like it's going to snow, I'll see you off." Yu Hongtao said.

"It's not good to trouble Boss Yu to send me off."

Yu Hongtao was amused by his address: "Okay, I'll let the driver take you, okay? It's not easy to take a taxi here."

Ouyang Qing nodded: "OK."

After he got in the car, Yu Hongtao said again: "Ouyang, I really love you. If you figure it out, come to me at any time, and my words will be effective. Give me a chance to take care of you."

Ouyang Qing's answer was irrelevant to the question: "When Nan Nan is successfully admitted, I will take care of her with all my heart. Don't worry."

"You." Yu Hongtao sighed, "You still have that kid named Shu Mingxuan in your heart, don't you?"

Ouyang Qing didn't answer this question.

"Goodbye."

On the way back, Ouyang Qing was a little tired, she closed her eyes, and many things happened before.

The one with the most and the deepest impression is the funeral home.

He can sing the repeated sorrow and joy in his heart.

The first was my mother's funeral.

Then there's grandma's.

And finally the father's...

Once he had a home, but his father wouldn't let him go back.

Later... he didn't even have a home.

Why on earth are you still alive?

After all, he has nothing to do with the world.

He asked himself many times... Finally, a person's face became clear...

Young him, hot-blooded him, reckless him...all the soft memories are related to him - the only thing that can make him nostalgic for this world, a small lamp.

Shu Mingxuan.

As if vaguely aware of his intentions, when he was about to arrive at Dingfuzhuang, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

For the first time, Ouyang Qing didn't notice that the screen of the phone went off.

Ten seconds later, the phone vibrated again, stubbornly as if he would not stop until he answered the call.

Ouyang Qing woke up from a trance dream, with hot flashes in the corners of his eyes, then groped for the mobile phone in his pocket, took it out to have a look——

Shu Mingxuan called.

He wants to hang up.

But the night was cold and lonely.

In the dark night, the lit phone screen is like the warmth that the little match girl longs for.

He could not help but press the answer button.

"Hey?"

"Teacher, I, I finished recording, where are you? The lights in your house are not on, and there is no one at home. Have you eaten yet? Teacher... Teacher?"

At this moment, Ouyang Qing wanted to cry.

"Teacher, are you still listening to me? Teacher, don't hang up the phone..."

Ouyang Qing's Adam's apple rolled, pressing back the hoarse soreness.

"I'm at the gate of the community." He opened the door and got out of the car, "I'm walking home."

"Oh..." Shu Mingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good... I don't want to bother you, I just..."

Under a deserted street lamp.

Ouyang Qing saw Shu Mingxuan who had been waiting for a long time.

Shu Mingxuan was walking this way with the phone in one hand.

The two stood still.

Shu Mingxuan whispered into the phone, "I'm worried about you, teacher."

He misses his students.

Loving this warmth.

Enjoy the gaze of his wholehearted attention.

This allows him not to shrivel in the cold wind, and to have the courage to move forward at any time, so that he will not completely lose his desire to live.He misses him... every night he is struck by loneliness.

No one knew that under his appearance of rejecting people thousands of miles away, there was a heart that relied on Shu Mingxuan.

When the door to 502 closes.

The two couldn't wait to hug each other and kiss passionately.

The darkness took everything for granted, as if their separation a week earlier had never happened.

The light outside the window makes everything meandering and sweet.

Covering up something bloody.

Ouyang Qing was rarely so active. When he and Shu Mingxuan fell on the bed together, they had already taken off Shu Mingxuan's clothes.Kissing Shu Mingxuan's Adam's apple in the dark... pectoral muscles... abdomen...

He kissed his lower abdomen, and Shu Mingxuan gave a quick breath, this kind of loyal response greatly encouraged Ouyang Qing.

So he... went a little further...

Shu Mingxuan sighed comfortably.

"Teacher, um...comfortable..."

Ouyang Qing couldn't answer him.

So only Shu Mingxuan's hormonal magnetic voice was left sighing in the room.

After a while, Ouyang Qing let go of him, like a quiet cat, gently climbed up, grabbed his shoulders, and whispered in his ear: "Xiao Shu... come on..."

These words ignited Shu Mingxuan.

He turned over and pressed Ouyang Qing on the bed, stroked him, and set him on fire.

Everything happened naturally.

The messy picture, the shortness of breath... formed a new movement, leading the two of them straight to heaven.

When it was over, they were drenched in sweat.

They fell on the bed, hugging each other and panting.

Shu Mingxuan looked at Ouyang Qing in the twilight, he seemed to be a little lost.

"What is the teacher thinking?" he asked.

Ouyang Qing thought for a while: "I was thinking... once, you put the stereo next to the bed and played "La Vie en Rose", and while exercising, you insisted that I imitate Akira Ishida's lines and groan—"

Shu Mingxuan's face became hot.

"Oh, don't mention this kind of thing, don't mention it!"

Young and ignorant, it's too fucking embarrassing to think about it now!Toes are going to dig through the floor!

Ouyang Qing laughed.

He laughed loudly and sounded happy.

Shu Mingxuan lost his mind for a while, but also became a little happy, and couldn't help asking: "Teacher, why did Yu Hongtao ask you today?"

"It's nothing." Ouyang Qing replied indifferently, "He wants to have a stable relationship with me and be a companion."

Shu Mingxuan suddenly became upset: "No, why is he so dirty? He still has a stable relationship and a companion? Bah, why doesn't he go to heaven?! Teacher, look at me, I am strong and strong, don't think about him. old man. I—"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that the atmosphere seemed to be completely destroyed.

Dreamy bubbles burst.

back to reality.

Ouyang Qing moved a little away from him: "Boss Shu, you can go."

Shu Mingxuan was stunned: "Huh?"

"It's my fault, I've already said that I won't communicate anymore, and..."

"No, teacher, I—"

The lights are turned on and reality returns.

Ouyang Qing put on her pajamas and got out of bed.

Shu Mingxuan waited blankly for a while, then heard the bather in the bathroom.

He sighed disheartenedly and began to get dressed too.

After he put on his shirt and walked into the living room, he saw Ouyang Qing find the old folding bed.

"teacher?"

"Come and help me," Ouyang Qing said.

Shu Mingxuan hurried forward, and the two carried them into the second bedroom together.

Ouyang Qing moved the desk, propped up the bed, and wiped it several times with a rag until the bed frame was completely clean, and then laid mats, neat bedding, and bedding.

"It's too late today," he said. "Can you sleep here? Will it be too crowded?"

Shu Mingxuan quickly said, "No, no, I'm used to it."

After everything was packed, Shu Mingxuan turned off the light and lay down on the bed.

The lights from the street came in and shone on the bookshelf opposite... as it had been many years ago.

Shu Mingxuan looked at the flickering light.

He listened to the movement in the master bedroom next to him.

It wasn't until everything was quiet that he fell into a deep sleep on this crowded little bed.

The author says:

typo not picked