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Wen Yu suddenly woke up from the dream, outside the window, the crescent moon hung with sparse clouds, it was still late at night.

He reached out and pressed his forehead, as if he hadn't escaped from the 17-year-old dream for a long time.

Will Wen Yu dream about the past?

Maybe I will think about these things and have a good time.

Wen Yu tugged at the quilt, took out her phone and checked WeChat, thinking that I'm still self-willed.

[乐]: I dreamed of you just now. 02:04

After sending the message, as if some prank had been completed, he didn't wait for a reply, turned off his phone and continued to sleep peacefully.

Early the next morning, Wen Yu woke up before the bell rang, and habitually glanced at his phone.

"I dreamed of you just now."

From Wen Yu, two o'clock in the morning.

The man frowns at the phone for a few seconds, turns off the alarm, gets up and takes a cold shower.

Also dare to play anything.

Coincidentally, they were meeting in the second class of the morning.

Today is the time for school leaders to intensively check the progress of chorus rehearsals.

How many rich businessmen and parents will sponsor the art festival, and there may be TV reporters visiting, and the singing is too overwhelming for the school's face.

When Wen Yu walked into the auditorium with Class [-], Wen Yu had already stood leaning on the auditorium for the whole morning, a little unsteady.

They looked at each other, as if exchanging a well-known ambiguous message.

However, the two of them are well-dressed and have a sense of solemnity as a teacher.

Director Zou is an old teacher with a bit of artistic taste. He was very moved when he watched the students rehearse the chorus, and he would explain carefully where and how to sing.

He recalled the various times he spent with his fellow workers in the workshop when he was young, and kept tapping the time with his hands.

After half a class, the eighth class also took half of the stage to rehearse together, and different voices were mixed together.

Wen Yu looked at Wen Yu's legs coldly, then turned around silently and went backstage to move the chairs.

"Old Zou, I've had surgery before, so I can't stand for a long time." Wen Yu smiled apologetically: "Sit down for a while, I'm sorry."

The dancing old man immediately agreed: "Sit down, you said it earlier! What's the matter!"

Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and was surprised by such melancholy.

He looked at him, and the latter seemed not to notice the sight, sitting upright and continuing to teach the students.

The day of the competition is getting closer and closer. After several classes compete for the teacher to grab the accompaniment piano, they try to find ways to squeeze time out to practice rhythm and fit.

There were two classes who wanted to play the piano accompaniment for extra points, so Wen Yu took extra time to teach them how to play the piano. The piano in the auditorium was occupied, so she went to the public grand piano in the lobby on the first floor.

This grand piano was purchased five years ago when the old headmaster was touched at King's Cross Station in England.

There is a public piano in that train station, without any restrictions, and someone will come and tune it regularly.

Gypsy singers, homeless beggars, composers wearing sunglasses, and children who can only play little stars, no matter whether they are capable or not, and whether they have a good enough taste in music selection, they can enjoy music to their heart's content when passing by.

There are also many patriotic foreign students who will play old songs from the motherland there, allowing passers-by with suitcases to stop and listen.

After the addition of this creamy-white grand piano in the lobby on the first floor of the school, many students were in a state of anxiety at the beginning, fearing that they would be too ostentatious for showing off their skills in the past, and also afraid that they would be laughed at by others if they were not proficient in playing.

Gradually, I don't know who started it, someone will clumsily poke notes with their fingers, and someone will play a song that everyone likes to attract passing classmates to sing together.

Well-meaning people put disinfectant wipes for piano players to wipe their hands, and some students specially made sheet music folders for everyone to record their favorite songs together.

When Wen Yu saw this grand piano for the first time, he was amazed and liked it. Sometimes after get off work, he would stop by for half an hour to play four-hands with passing students.

After a long time, the students in the first and third grades of senior high school also became familiar with this new music teacher, and they would greet him warmly when they saw him.

"Start from this section, pay attention to the crescendo of emotional expression," he sat next to the students, counting the beats and singing along softly: "Violet whispers with a smile...Looking up at the bright stars..."

The two-part qin song flows and meanders together, without being disturbed by the bell after school.

The girl played nervously and made several mistakes.

After a paragraph, Wen Yu marked the error-prone measures and ornamental notes with a red pen, motioned her to step aside first, and played it again as a demonstration.

"One more time, pay attention to the ventilation of the pedals here. Your rhythm will affect the conductor's judgment, so you must be proficient enough."

The girl blushed and nodded quickly, and felt a little embarrassed when she saw students coming to watch one after another.

Wen Yu memorized the score after playing it once, no need to read it again.

He leaned forward, concentrating on playing and singing.

"The waves of the holy river in the distance..."

The other hand was suddenly inserted between his hands, and another voice was played.

The man sat down calmly, pressed against his shoulder, and found the resonance of the impromptu chord in two or three bars.

Wen Yu almost flicked the wrong key, and looked to the right in surprise.

Wen Yu... when will he be able to play the piano?

His main voice's stepping sound is slightly unstable, but the high-pitched voice of his assistant is more than gentle.

Wen Yu smiled lightly and raised his hand to press the keys, crossing his arms from time to time, alternating between high and low tones.

There were already several students nearby who were shocked to see it, and quietly took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

"Look, there's a small acceleration here," Wen Yu turned his head and explained to the students aloud, the performance with his left hand was interrupted, and it seemed to be placed on Wen Yu's shoulder unintentionally, and his right hand intensified to show a solo.

Wen Yu suddenly wanted to catch his body temperature and pressure, bit the bullet and continued to play, and had to play chords with one hand to match the other party's improvisation.

"Playing to this section, loosen the pedal for a proper empty shot, and then turn to a section of crescendo."

Wen Yu was the one who stepped on the pedal. Hearing the sound, he instinctively let go of the pedal, and followed the instructions to speed up immediately. The sound of the piano with both hands seemed to be manipulated by a man with a smile.

Wen Yu talked about music theory very relaxedly, half leaning on Wen Yu's shoulder, leaning very comfortably.

Half of his chest was close to him, but everything seemed to be in order in public.

——The piano bench is so big, and Wen Yu is still sitting in the middle, which is reasonable.

Wen Yu has played the piano for more than ten years, and the tips of his ears turned red for the first time.

When the song came to an abrupt end, a crowd of onlookers applauded enthusiastically. Wen Yu wrapped his arms around his shoulders and nodded with a smile.

The students in the eighth class next door were dumbfounded.

"Doesn't Mr. Wen teach mathematics! He can play the piano!"

"Grab your job!! Mr. Wen, be careful that he takes your class!!"

Everyone laughed, watching the excitement was no big deal.

Wen Yu was so thin-skinned that he couldn't speak when he was hugged in public, but this time he wanted to save face.

"I can also teach mathematics." He pretended to be calm on the face: "Maybe I can teach better than your teacher Wen."

"Great--"

"Try!! Strongly request to change classes!!"

"Teacher Wen! This must be regarded as kicking the gym, hahahaha!"

The man was still hugging him frankly at the moment, looked sideways at him, and spoke unhurriedly.

"Do you still remember that I taught you mathematics?"

Wen Yu coughed forcefully, stood up and took the bag: "It doesn't exist, don't listen to his nonsense."

There was a girl next to her trying to find out more information: "Teacher, did you know each other before!!"

"Teacher!! Say more!!"

After leaving the school gate and crossing the road, Wen Yu let out a long breath, turned around and glanced at someone following him.

"You're too vengeful—!"

"Is there?" Wen Yu lowered his head and lit the fire with a cigarette in his mouth, and said casually: "Mr. Wen is also thin-skinned at this time."

He was so courageous in private that he completely turned off the fire when he was in front of people.

Wen Yu took a few steps and realized something was wrong: "Are you still following me?"

"Stop on the way." Wen Yu glanced at his watch: "I didn't study by myself today, and I didn't eat, so let's take a ride?"

It doesn't sound like a meal at all.

When Wen Yu thought of the provocative message last night, his face started to burn again.

"Another day, there are guests at home."

He wasn't sure that he could completely drive this guy out today. If something went wrong, he might not be able to go to work tomorrow.

Wen Yu didn't insist, nodded in vain, and took another step forward.

Unknowingly, Wen Yu was pushed against the wall, subconsciously watching to see if there were any students walking this path.

Tobacco smell is not choking.

On the contrary, gloomy and hot, mixed with a man's breath surrounded him.

"Mr. Wen..." He bowed his head and whispered in his ear: "How long do you need to be mentally prepared, huh?"

"Remember to buy me a plus size, the normal size is not easy to use."

Wen Yu only felt that the blood in his whole body was rushing up, and he still looked directly into the man's eyes, as if he didn't have the consciousness that he would be eaten up.

"Why, did Teacher Wen use it with others?"

"The school sent out a few boxes, and I opened one and tried it out." Wen Yu laughed: "The normal ones... are too tight."

He let go of him, like a wild beast letting its prey go to the wilderness for a few more laps, so that it would grow a little more flesh.

When Wen Yu went home again, he was thinking about the word too tight.

This bastard dares to say anything stupid... shit.

Looking upright and a little serious, everyone behind the scenes is farting.

It wasn't until he got close to the stone lion that he realized something was wrong.

The door of the house is open.

Thieves?

There was the sound of splashing water in the yard.

"Yuyu - are you back?"

Yan Wanxin raised her sleeves, walked to the door and took a look: "It's okay at school, I'll cook pork ribs for you tonight."

Wen Yu's hotness from being lured by the man just now was completely poured out.

"Mom, why are you here?"

"Come and stay for a while, I'm retiring anyway." Yan Wanxin turned her back to him and watered the flower garden, her voice sounded casual at first: "Why, you don't welcome me? Your mother came here specially to do housework and cook for you, surprise Not surprised."

Wen Yu's chest tightened when he heard this, and he recalled the past ten years ago, his face turned pale.

He'll have to think about changing jobs, or find a way to move out as soon as possible.

She knew everything, except that Wen Yu was here now.