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The biology teacher, surnamed Meng, is a beautiful woman who speaks and does everything neatly.

Wen Yu always forgot to read the questions when doing the questions, and sometimes Teacher Meng would tap his shoulder with a pen, dragging his voice helplessly.

"The question—the question."

Wen Yu often puts his head on his head and pretends to be a good boy, but forgets about it when he takes the exam.

When he rushed to the biology classroom with the little magpie in his arms, Mr. Meng was dripping potassium permanganate solution into the fish tank. Several goldfish in the tank seemed to have ulcers. Not only did they lose their scales, but the wounds were also festering.

"Where did you pick up the bird?"

Teacher Meng saw Wen Yu, and motioned him to put the bird on the table first, and wash his hands next to him: "You are really brave, and you are not afraid of bird flu."

Wen Yu didn't react until he heard the words, and moved to the side to watch after washing.

Teacher Meng handed him a pair of plastic gloves. When he was playing with the bird, his long brown hair fell down, and his voice slowed down a little.

"There is no trauma, but it has to be artificially fed, and it may not necessarily take care of itself in the cage."

She found a cardboard box that had been filled with teaching aids, put the magpie in it, and laid out two sheets of paper.

"Which one of you is going to take home to raise?"

Only then did Wen Yu see Wen Yu standing at the door with a look of asking for help.

"My mother doesn't let the family keep animals, not even turtles."

Wen Yu took a step back: "My landlord didn't let me go, and emphasized it repeatedly when I moved."

The two teenagers looked at the teacher together, and the latter raised his hands: "The principal is very troublesome to explain."

"Just use it as a teaching aid," Wen Yu tentatively said, "Why don't we just borrow your teaching aid room for a month, and we'll let it fly back when it grows up, okay?"

Teacher Meng frowned, and sighed: "I can only keep it in the teaching aid room, come here to feed it three to five times a day, and let it eat the millet when it softens."

Wen Yu ran to the cafeteria and asked for a cup of bottom millet, and fed it with a spoon after soaking until softened.

The little bird had no concept of eating at all, and kept twittering for a long time.

"Wen Yu, brother Yu!"

Wen Yu was watching the basketball game by the window, and looked at him when he heard the sound.

"Come here and help me." Wen Yu was covered in millet by this little guy, "Help me fix it, it's too small, we can only feed it with a syringe first."

Wen Yu wondered why I had come here to play house, sat down beside him, and stretched out his hand to help fix it.

Wen Yu frowned and looked at him: "Sit, come closer, come closer."

Wen Yu moved the stool symbolically, and stretched his hands far away to reach the bird.

Wen Yu took a deep breath, acquiescing that there was no tacit understanding between the two, and directly moved his chair to his side.

The two leaned shoulder to shoulder, their body temperature sticking together through the school uniform.

Wen Yu moved, but still lowered his head to help protect the magpie, watching how he fed the young bird.

"It's up to fate, I hope I can live." Wen Yu murmured, "It's easier to feed a stray cat in school than it..."

Wen Yu was rarely so close to him, he was surrounded by a faint fragrance for a while, and his brain was short-circuited for a while.

Wen Yu was used to being heartless, and she still felt effortless and comfortable relying on Wen Yu.

The latter was silent for a while, then stood up.

"I'm leaving first, you should go downstairs earlier, and be careful of the teacher's roll call."

Wen Yu looked up at him, and suddenly called him.

"Wen Yu."

The boy turned to look at him.

"Why do I always feel that you are closing a door."

"You want the door open?"

Wen Yu shook his head.

"There is this door closed, not to block me."

"I sometimes feel that although you are laughing, you always feel that you are tense and don't allow yourself to make mistakes."

"Honestly," he stared into his eyes, "hope you...don't see the door."

The melancholy in the memory is not half wary of people, it is completely opposite to the word sophistication, it is very pure.

Even after ten years, when he thinks back, Wen Yu will be surprised by such defenselessness.

It seems that it is not afraid of any cold colors at all, and it is not guarded against any malicious intentions. It is as clear and translucent as a summer stream.

He probably liked him like that a long time ago.

There was no sound from Wen Yu on the phone for a long time, and Chen Baixue also recalled his youthful years for a while, and found that he couldn't remember many things.

"During that time, you went to feed the magpie every two days. Later, I went over to see it. It was raised like a small ball. It was cute when I teased it."

"Later, the two of you let it fly together? That must be regarded as the completion of merit and virtue."

Wen Yu came back to his senses and shook his head.

"After flying for two days, after school, I saw a stray cat eating meat."

"Yuyu squatted down and picked up two feathers, and never mentioned the magpie again."

Chen Baixue was still in the internet cafe and didn't get off the phone, so he stopped him from hanging up and tapped on the keyboard.

"Just wait, let me see if I can buy a bird egg or something from Taobao."

"It's weird, why didn't there... Xianyu didn't either."

"Magpies cannot be artificially bred," Wen Yu smiled fondly, "They like to stay in high places, which is different from other birds."

Wen Yu fished continuously for a month, and gradually mastered the tricks.

The office of the music teacher is very remote. If the teaching building spreads its wings like an eagle, then his office is the end of the tip of the wings, and no one cares about it on weekdays.

He had been the chief violinist in the orchestra for several years before, and he has long been used to collective life and collective work.Now that life has returned to silence, I am not used to it.

Another day after class, he sat back in front of the computer to play Spider Solitaire, and a message popped up on WeChat.

[Nanzhi]: The bar band is short of people, come and play.

[Unhappy]:?

[Bu Le]: Need someone to play the violin in your bar?

[Nan Zhi]: They plug in the electricity, you don't need to plug in, just follow the pull, and they will make a special shot to let you solo.

[Nanzhi]: We can also count it as a marketing strategy.

[Not happy]: When I was in college, I went out to work part-time, two hundred an hour, how much does Boss Jiang drive?

[Nanzhi]: Two thousand an hour, you can take it as long as you want.

[Bu Le]: That's a good thing, I can bring your bar to demolition.

When Wen Yu lived in Guangzhou, there was still access control at home. Suddenly realizing that he was free again, he searched for what to wear for a long time before going to the closet.

His cousin has always been well-dressed, and standing at the door is a living sign, and she is annoyed by being approached every day.

The suit was too formal, and the T-shirt and wide-leg trousers were too student-like. He rummaged through it, remembering what Wen Yu wore last time, and picked out a similar black shirt.

Wen Yu's muscles were firm before he was an adult, and he didn't have the rough feeling of a European and American big guy, and he stepped on the word "thin and thin" very accurately.

Wen Yu changed himself, went to the mirror to unbutton, originally only wanted to unbutton one, but after thinking about it, he opened another.

I've already gone to the bar, why don't you pretend to be good, just be more comfortable.

Put your hands down and pick them up again.

...The leader shouldn't see me in the bar, right?

Can the people's teacher go to the bar to play the violin?

If it doesn't work, just say that I went to the side of Shichahai to capture the artistic atmosphere and contribute to the people's artistic atmosphere?

He thought for a few seconds, then looked up at himself in the mirror.

His eyes are warm, and he looks thin and elegant in a black shirt, without any hormonal smell of Brother Yu.

Wen Yu sighed, remembering that they talked about this a long time ago.

"Our two names are so similar, but our personalities... don't seem to overlap at all."

At that time, Wen Yu held him in his arms while swinging on the hammock, and the two looked up at the falling ginkgo leaves together.

"not necessarily."

Why not?

The young man touched the dust on the mirror and muttered softly.

At six o'clock in the evening, the business of the bar is only just beginning.

Shichahai's specialty products business is very good. There are many tourists from other places, and there are many people who sell Yiwu small commodities, and the prices are always inflated.

However, there are too many people opening bars, and the homogeneity is too heavy. A small glass of wine is forty or fifty, and most people just sit down and take a break before leaving. The sofas in front of many stores are often empty.

When Wen Yu went over with the piano case, the drummer and the bass were playing their own things, and it didn't matter if the two played together randomly.

Jiang Nanzhi was smoking at the door, and when he saw him coming, he signaled his subordinates to bring a high chair quickly.

"I know you can't stand standing, so sit here."

When the lead singer saw it, he smiled and said hello: "Our rock and violin are very trendy. What do you want to play today?"

Wen Yu is as youthful as a college student who came out to work part-time: "I can do anything, even pop songs."

The lead singer glanced at him up and down, and greeted Jiang Nanzhi.

"Sister, your younger brother is not in the right condition now, and he is short of alcohol."

Jiang Nanzhi took another puff, and looked at them after he finished puffing out the cigarette: "If you want to drink, don't talk to others."

"It's not like this." The lead singer said carelessly: "Look at him sitting upright, as if he is going to perform in Vienna. Can the tune fit with our band?"

"Come, come, I'll treat him to a glass of Irish whiskey."

Wen Yu didn't feel afraid when he entered the venue, let the red and blue neon lights sweep across his body, drank the wine dangling from the ice cubes, and felt a little hot sitting at the door: "Have another glass."

"Okay," the lead singer looked at him happily: "Drink it up and be careful not to fall."

"Fall down and call your last name."

The drum set beat, and the crackling rhythm mixed with the electric guitar swayed together, revealing a wave of vigor.

The sound of the violin was ups and downs, as if a sudden wind had been brought.

It is the summer wind, shaking and rolling, blowing away the surface of Yangliu Lake, dispelling the hot flashes in the crowd.

Some tourists stopped to see who was playing the piano.

Just when the drum beat stopped for two beats, the sound of the violin suddenly jumped into the sky like a dolphin, and in the next second it dived back into the deep sea, swimming with the whales on the ocean current.

Originally, Jiang Nanzhi was afraid that his younger brother would be suffocated at home, so he just found an excuse to let him come out to breathe, but he didn't expect the effect of blending to be so good.

The band pool is embedded on both sides of the entrance and exit of the bar. The night wind and the air conditioner are blowing together, and everyone is still sweating.

Wen Yu, however, plunged into the sea like a fish that had been thirsty for a long time. The sound of the music chased the drums and shook with the keyboard, sweeping his whole body clean with exhaustion.

People may not have studied music, but they all understand emotions.

Before the lead singer finished the two songs heartily, many people had already raised their mobile phones to take pictures.

Before Wen Yu came, the open-air sofa in front of the shop was originally empty, but now there are already people waiting for a seat.

At this point in the evening, Wen Yu was having dinner with his friends, and it was fine to go home alone, playing Werewolf Killing with them.

Chen Baixue was voted out in the first round, playing with his mobile phone next to him, pulling Judge Wen aside to watch a short video.

"Look at this, your wife is hot."

Wen Yu signaled the werewolf to quickly decide who to kill tonight, and glanced casually.

Then the smile froze.

Someone was humming a ditty and playing the violin in a bar, and a few rock players next to him followed suit.

A bunch of men and women below praised it.

"The boy in the black shirt is so handsome!! One contact information for the ball!!"

"He looks so confident, it's the first time I've heard this kind of rock violin violin, my girlish heart!!"

"Why do I feel a little familiar..."

"Upstairs, I'll pay 500 yuan for a WeChat account!"

Judge Wen got up and moved away from the chair, his voice didn't fluctuate.

"It's dawn, number seven was stabbed, and Bai learned from you to be a judge."

Chen Baixue was suddenly pushed to the position of NPC, and watched as his buddy took his coat and left.

"Are you going to the bar as a dancer now?"

The latter didn't respond much.

"I go home."

Wen Yu played until three o'clock in the morning before being sent back by his cousin, half drunk and half awake, but had a great time.

"That's all right, all right, get up after a nap and wash yourself, I don't bother to clean you up anymore."

Jiang Nanzhi put away the spare key, and checked his phone by his bedside for a while.

"Hey, you were photographed today, and the popularity is quite high."

Wen Yu exhausted his physical strength and now he was wilting, half questioning and half muttering: "Don't go to work tomorrow..."

"What work do you have on Saturday, go to sleep."

When Jiang Nanzhi left, the house was silent and dark, Wen Yu wrapped up the quilt, and didn't realize that he drank a little too much today.

[Bu Le]: I looked good today, and they even added filters to me.

[Bu Le]: You ignore me

[Bu Le]: Actually, I can still whistle

[Unhappy]: [Voice? 5 seconds]

Wen Yu clicked on the voice bar, and heard the sound of drooling.

The other party soon sent another voice.

Sleepy and silly, the ending sounds like a small animal humming.

"I was drunk and foolish, are you very happy?"

Wen Yu looked at the phone and smiled, but didn't reply to his messages.

"I just want to see you happy for a while." Wen Yu yawned, with warmth in his eyes.

"Brother Yu, smile more."

The author has something to say: In order to pass the review, he revised a version of the copy, and finally kept the title of the book, covering his chest.