wolf sniff

The friend who picked them up immediately recognized them, greeted them with a big smile, rushed to pick up the luggage, and chatted along the way.

It wasn't until after returning to the hotel that Wen Yu let out a long breath, and without hesitation, he buried his head on the thick big bed, stood up quickly after a few seconds, and went to the door to find the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

He is 27 now.

Even though the person in the mirror has just rolled around on the bed twice, he still looks docile, friendly and decent.

The eyebrows and eyes seem to be born with a smile, and the appearance is delicate and clean.

Wen Yu touched his face, feeling a little uneasy.

"Not bad." He rubbed his face, then fell back on the bed and made a phone call.

"Yu Yu," Yan Wanxin whispered on the other end, "I haven't been back to Beijing for a long time, is everything okay?"

"Fortunately, I didn't go home, I stayed in the hotel first."

"I asked my aunt to clean up the house in advance. In fact, I went to sleep tonight." The woman was worried about her son, and babbled on the other end of the phone: "The temperature in Beijing is going to drop a lot in the past two days, so I told you to bring a few more things." Coat, send it back..."

"Mom," Wen Yu interrupted her in a rare way: "Do I have to be a teacher?"

Yan Wanxin was stunned, a little annoyed.

"At that time, you were going to interview by yourself. We have entrusted our connections to find you a good job in Guangzhou. You have to go there yourself."

"What's the matter, the heavy rain in Beijing today has ruined your brain?"

"No." Wen Yu said in a low voice, "I'd rather be bigger."

Yan Wanxin heard that he was in a bad mood, and subconsciously said: "You, are you unhappy when you think about it?"

"Am I such a sensitive person?" Wen Yu turned over and said, "I'm asleep, bye."

He should have a lot of things on his mind, but he started dreaming as soon as he closed his eyes.

Almost without a transition.

After leaving Beijing in his third year of high school, he often had dreams.

Some are like prophecies, some are all memories, some seem to be true and false, and all have the shadow of another person.

Wen Yu was very popular with girls in high school.

People in the north are generally tall. When he was sixteen or seventeen, he was still 1.7 meters five, and he didn't have the hormonal taste of other boys.

On the contrary, he always has a faint jasmine smell on his body, fair skin and beautiful eyebrows, and occasionally wears glasses to make him look more elegant.

And he plays the violin very well.

I showed my hand during the military training in the first year of high school, and later I did it in public at the New Year's Day Gala.

I was so fascinated that the girls in the class next door listened through the window, and then asked someone for their mobile phone number.

The more popular he is, the more Zhao Shouzhen likes to roll his eyes when he sees him.

"Mathematics can only take [-] or [-] points, so where can you get good results?"

This math teacher constituted the nightmare subject of nearly half of his life.

Zhao Shouzhen, a math teacher at No. [-] Middle School, died five years ago.I heard that it was alcoholic liver and died not long after it was scrapped.

As a teacher, the class he leads is always the first in the grade, and he has taught many top students who were recommended to Tsinghua University and Peking University. It is said that he has sponsored several children from the mountains to go to college.

But the corresponding thing is that this person has hated the rich all his life, and he only hates the children of capitalists.

On Wen Yu's first day in school, Zhao Shouzhen stood in front of him after handing out the test papers, and the smell of cigarettes came out of his nose when he laughed.

"I heard that your family sells liquor, yo, parents are entrepreneurs, so they are very rich?"

He could have scored more than 90 points in the test that day, but he was stared at by this person and directly scored 67.

On the second day, the paper was handed out and scolded by the whole class.

"It's so stupid to get such a score in the test. If you want to go to a college, just say it!"

His parents didn't know who had listened to the persuasion, so they came to the door to say something nice to Zhao, and they even specially sealed a red envelope.

Zhao Shouzhen did one thing face to face and the other behind the other, and he was impeccable in what he said and did in front of his parents.

"I'm also doing it for the good of the child. Don't blame the two of you. He has such a poor foundation. I'm worried for him."

The father naturally agreed repeatedly, and before leaving, he called him brother and brother, and it was not good to praise each other.

Yan Wanxin was skeptical, but the neighbors also persuaded Master Yan to become a high-level apprentice, so what's wrong with your son Shangxin.

So it became common for Wen Yu to be punished to stand in class.

If you can't answer the questions in class, you will be fined.

If you make too many homework mistakes, you will be fined.

Also test the penultimate place, fine.

In the beginning, he was only punished to stand for 5 minutes, then it was the whole class, and then he was asked to stand at the end of the classroom and listen to the class.

Although the other students had received the same treatment several times, they were not as frequent as him.

Wen Yu deliberately told his family that the family business happened to go wrong, and his parents could no longer take care of him.

At first he was so humiliated that he was so envious that he wanted to cry, but then he just pretended to be an idiot who only farted, and sometimes walked back without Zhao Shouzhen opening his mouth.

There were also people who complained about him and protested in a low voice several times, but were scolded bloody.

"Such a simple question, just a matter of changing the format of the question, what kind of pig brain does it take to get more than 40 points in the test?"

Zhao Shouyi shook the paper and cursed a few words, then glanced at the silent students at the back of the classroom.

"Oh," he drew his voice and laughed mockingly: "Who said some people are rich, right? It's okay if you don't go to college. How many people in the class are lucky? Give me a good exam!"

Wen Yu thought that the fart sound was a bit noisy today, so he was in a daze to himself.

Suddenly someone stood up.

He stood so fast that Zhao Shouyi who was next to him was startled.

The young man drew his paper and took a pen. He walked to the back of the classroom expressionlessly, and leaned against the locker with his arms outstretched.

It's actually the representative of the math class.

"Wen Yu, what are you doing?!" Zhao Shouyi's face turned green: "You want to stand with him?"

"My pleasure."

"What are you doing, come back and attend class!" Zhao Shouyi seemed to be slapped in the face by his beloved disciple in public: "This time, for the sake of your 140 exam, I don't have the same knowledge as you!"

"That won't work," Wen Yu laughed foolishly: "I'm sleepy, so I just want to stand for a while."

Wen Yu habitually blocked the sound of farts, suddenly someone stood beside him, and politely gave up his position, so that the old man could lean more comfortably.

He took another look at him, saw that this man was also staring at him, and smiled heartlessly.

Zhao Shouyi had always given preferential treatment to students from mediocre backgrounds, but now Wen Yu was making fun of him going down the steps, his face was livid.

"What kind of madness is this?? Do you like him??"

Wen Yu laughed when he heard that.

"Okay, I like him."

The whole class was in an uproar, and the atmosphere suddenly became less tense.

"Come back, listen to the class carefully!" Zhao Shouyi couldn't take the top students seriously, and said with a stinky face, "I'll ask the parents directly for such a low score in the exam!"

From then on, whenever Wen Yu was punished to stand, Wen Yu would consciously follow him.

The class teacher is sometimes amazed, and some students will rush to answer.

"Because he likes him!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Wen Yu was depressed when he heard that, and occasionally poked him with his arm.

The latter stood doing the paper and was stabbed inexplicably, so he glanced at him and continued to calculate.

The young man had a mole on his cheek, and he usually liked to tilt his head to do questions, so Wen Yu always looked at his mole.

It's kind of cute after a long time.

I didn't sleep well that night.

Many memories in the dream seem to be put into a juicer and rolled up, and I don’t remember anything when I wake up.

When I woke up again, it was five o'clock in the morning, the sky was getting bright, and the sound of Tai Chi broadcasting could be heard outside.

Wen Yu lay under the quilt for a long time, thinking that this person had to meet him at school after meeting him on the plane.

A chance encounter can be called a coincidence, and even the work collides together, which is evil.

He waited patiently until nine o'clock in the morning and called the director of the Academic Affairs Office.

"Ms. Wen has arrived in Beijing?" Director Chen said with a smile: "You can get used to it, and school will start in two days. I will introduce you to the school teachers at that time. Are you a teacher group first?"

"Okay, thank you."

He was quickly pulled into the [No.[-] Middle School Big Family].

Huo Lu: Here comes a new teacher! !

Zhang Huifeng: Welcome!

Chen Jiaqiang: @不乐 This is our new music teacher, Mr. Wen changed his notes!

Chen Jiaqiang: There are two teachers who will join our big family this semester, everyone is warmly welcome! !

Wen Yu lowered his head to see if his first love from ten years ago was among the names of people swiping the screen to welcome him, and absently changed his name.

It doesn't seem to be there, maybe I'm busy.

"【No.[-] High School Big Family】has been renamed 【Wen Yu】by 'Bu Le'"

Wen Yu: You made a mistake.

It was only when Wen Yu saw his name that he came back to his senses, and he had a quick reaction.

"【Wenyu】has been renamed as【No.[-] High School Family】by 'Wen Yu'"

Teacher Su: What a coincidence, your names have the same pronunciation, and you both read WENYU!

Xiao Huang: Is this the legendary half-brother? Hahahaha

Wen Yu became annoyed, and the lamb in his heart stomped his hooves.

Forget about resigning, so embarrassing, I will directly take a taxi to jump to Shichahai, see you in my next life.

Director Chen: I also think it's a coincidence that Mr. Wen and Mr. Wen are old alumni of our No. [-] Middle School. I heard they are still classmates!

Director Chen: Now that No. [-] Middle School has been refurbished, everything looks good. Xiaowen, you have time to take him around this afternoon!

Wen Yu: Good.

Wen Yu stared at the phone, seeing that this person added his WeChat in a logical manner, and deliberately waited for three to ten minutes before passing.

He felt evil when he saw his name.

Wen Yu: Sorry, I was busy just now.

Wen Yu: It's okay.

Wen Yu: Where does Teacher Wen want to go first in the afternoon?

Wen Yu: Teacher Wen wants to resign.

The other party paused for a few seconds and replied again.

Wen Yu: Teacher Wen was joking, see you at the school gate at two o'clock in the afternoon.

Wen Yu didn't want to pay attention to him, and the ghost almost opened his profile picture.

The nickname is very pretentious, and it says so I smell it.

The profile picture is a selfie with a gray filter added, and the smile is ruffian and insolent, full of coquettish energy.

Wen Yu cursed in a low voice, then turned back to look in the mirror.

After thinking for a long time, he went to the suitcase to pick out a pair of pure white T-shirts, and then did a temporary hair wash.

Looking in the mirror again, there is an innocent and pure energy from top to bottom.

He stroked his hair, and suddenly smiled at himself in the mirror.

Eyebrows are smiling, and it seems to be crying.

The author has something to say: the name has been changed, thank you for reminding me!