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The teachers also have a sense of following the rules when they go to work.

The same textbook, the same teaching cycle, after a long time, you will feel like you are stuck in some kind of reincarnation, three years and three years.

It is the students who have changed the most.

It is very interesting that every year, there are students who do all kinds of work, and the troubles they cause are constantly innovating, which provides a lot of freshness for the relatively boring teaching activities of all grades, with good and bad.

I met a student who was a genius, not only won the gold medal for self-taught programming, but also helped to maintain the school website and educational administration system up and down, plugging several gaps.

The principal went out to ask about this job, and found a team in charge of network security to do it, starting at least [-].

The principal didn't say anything after he found out, and went to bow to the students to express his gratitude, and ordered the teachers of all subjects not to take up the computer class, so that the children could play games and activities every week to make their brains grow.

But there are also many talents that are a bit crooked.

For example, if you study chemistry, you will have trouble with nitrous/acid/glycerin. In the middle of the night, you will touch the back of the school and spray graffiti on the street. What's more, you will fall in love with six or seven boys from the school at the same time. A boy came to the door crying and asked for an explanation.

The scene at that time was so shocking that the teachers from the first and third grades all came over to take a peek.

Later, that girl didn't transfer to another school, and she should play and eat while waving her hands. I heard that she is very popular in the class, and no one said anything bad about her.

When the teachers listened to gossip and chatted about the news in the alleys in private, they had a homely tone. When they really returned to the students, they still had to put on a symbolic face to maintain their dignity.

There are also many students who have glimpsed their peaceful side as ordinary people. Although there is less awe in their hearts, they will get closer to them unconsciously.

Wen Yu, as the backbone of the team of young teachers in the second grade of senior high school, on the surface, puts all his energy into teaching work, and completes his daily work in a down-to-earth manner.

He is not as unsmiling as Lu Lin, the head teacher of the first class diagonally across the door. He can chat with the students very well on weekdays, but he also carries a stack of papers into the class with a smile to sweep the discipline.

A few words and a few words seem light and easy, and they can make people's backs tremble.

The students are actually still afraid of him.

So every time Wen Yu listened to him chatting about the breaking news in the school in the cafeteria and playground, he habitually checked to see if there were any students from Class [-] nearby.

He wanted to yell.

take a look! !This is the true face of your teacher Wen! !

"I don't know which class it is this time, but it's a big one." Wen Yu took him to buy shaved ice off-campus to eat, and signaled the boss to bring him a piece of green mango coconut milk: "Reduce sugar and go to ice, no coconut fruit .”

"There was a fight outside the school?" Wen Yu guessed casually, Jian Wenyu shook his head, frowned and guessed something bigger: "Could it be that he called the Education Bureau and brought in a training class nearby."

"No, he made a very thick A4 loose-leaf book."

"What's the point of having only one notebook?"

The boss served the iced drink, and Wen Yu casually touched a miniature flower umbrella, and put it beside the warm strawberry shaved ice: "That's... a book about swimming."

It can also be regarded as retro encryption.

Anonymous groups, confession walls, and post bars are not confidential enough. Students should take precautions, and sooner or later there will be a "wishful person" screenshots and complaints.

"It's also P2P encryption." Wen Yu took out his phone and showed Wen Yu the photos in it: "Everyone who wants to read this book has to hand in their own leaflet, which is considered a certificate of honor."

"And group borrowing is not allowed. Each holder is limited to one person, and the time cannot exceed one day. Every time you change hands, you must register your name, phone number and QQ number on the first page of the book."

Wen Yu became curious: "What's in here? To complain about the teacher or the school?"

"There are all of them, and there are some who keep handbooks and diaries in it," Wen Yu recalled what he saw: "There are a few very talented students who take turns stuffing their own portraits of their teachers in it, and there are four grids. Comics or something."

The swear words are basically modal particles, and there are also words of confession or accusation, but it is more of a wanton public communication.

In terms of form, it can be called a gypsy-style campus BBS.

"Later, this book finally entered our office, and Teacher Feng was so angry that he didn't sleep well for two days."

"Someone scolded him?"

"Not really." Wen Yu shook his head: "Someone wrote a message, 'Teacher Feng's nostrils are so big, I hope he can cut his nose hair'."

"Then the next few lines are all follow-up posts, saying yes, yes, it's really big. I stared at his nostrils in class, and I counted how many nose hairs there are."

"After reading this book, Teacher Feng held back for several days before rushing over to us and asking us—'Are my nostrils really big? Are they really big?'"

Wen Yu laughed wildly, quite unaware of being a teacher.

"What about you? Is there anything to talk about you?"

He had just joined the job not long ago, so few people probably cared about it.

But... Wen Yu has come here to teach for several rounds, so he must be familiar with them.

Wen Yu originally chatted casually as a trivial topic, but only now did he realize something, and his eyes turned to the other side.

"No."

One word, concise.

Wen Yu's curiosity was completely ignited: "Generally speaking, there must be——what did they say about you?"

Wen Yu raised his wrist to look at his watch: "It's almost time to go back to class, let's go."

Wen Yu knew that there was nothing to ask from him, so she thought about it for a while with a puffy face, and decided to save the country: "Then don't ask you, this book is strictly protected, how did it end up in your teacher's hands?"

"Ms. Zhang's son is in the first year of high school in our school, and one day she took it back to write, and his mother saw it."

Oh...that must have been put back later.

Wen Yu listened very thoughtfully.

He had to find a chance to show the book.

The two walked back all the way, the road was empty, the students were locked in the school and they were not allowed to come out, and they could only see the takeaway boys in yellow and blue clothes coming and going like the wind.

Wen Yu didn't pay much attention when walking, she lowered her head to answer messages on her phone, and followed Wen Yu from the corner of her eye.

The latter stopped walking suddenly: "Mom."

Wen Yu almost had a cardiac arrest.

He instinctively raised a smile and looked up.

Zhong Qin stood at the school gate, holding a small sachet in one hand and an extra small canvas bag in the other.

Strangely enough, she hasn't changed at all.

After ten years of separation, even the owner of the canteen is out of shape, not to mention a big beer belly, and there are many wrinkles on his face.

When Wen Yu was still studying, she couldn't help but look at Aunt Qin several times every time there was a parent-teacher meeting.

She is really like a woman who came out of a TV series.

He likes to wear cheongsam, speaks softly and softly, with a little Shanghai accent.

Every time he appeared in front of his classmates, his hair was not messed up and his smile was decent.

She is extremely dexterous, and the double brewing group is comparable to the master chef of Renmin Road. Every time Wen Yu took it to the class, a group of people rushed to eat it.

At that time, there were quite a few girls in the class who were secretly in love with Wen Yu, and they discussed privately that if they could marry a husband like Wen Yu and a mother-in-law like Zhong Qin, they might be so happy.

After a long time, when he saw Aunt Qin again, he even felt that she had become younger.

Not only the skin on the cheeks is delicate and the complexion is bright, but there is also a gentle spring breeze when you smile.

Such a nice Aunt Qin... How did she meet such a foolish husband?

Wen Yu swallowed, thought for a while and scolded Wen Yu's father for being an idiot, but Wen Yu himself probably didn't have much opinion.

"Xiao Yu——" Zhong Qin raised her hand to greet them, and when Wen Yu approached, she suddenly realized, with a bit of surprise in her tone: "You are, you are Xiao Yu, aren't you?! How did you grow up so big?! "

"Mom," Wen Yu couldn't do anything about her: "He is at the same level as me, and he should be in his 20s."

Before Wen Yu could react, she was hugged by Zhong Qin, who didn't like him very much: "Oh, he looks even better than when he was a child! Look, his facial features have fully grown, and his temperament is also good! "

"Where have you been all these years? Alas, you don't even know how much your Aunt Qin misses you."

Wen Yu's mind was still down, he hesitated and said, "Aunt Qin, long time no see."

"My mother was studying abroad some time ago, and I didn't tell her about your return." Wen Yu explained in a low voice: "It's definitely not trying to hide it."

"I reported that it's going to rain at night, so I stopped by to give you an umbrella and brought you some fruit." Zhong Qin only showed small lines at the end of her eyes when she smiled, but she was still impeccably beautiful: "You guys are going to class Come on, let's talk later."

Wen Yu hummed half guilty and half nervous, and hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I didn't have time to chat with you, I'm going to class first."

Wen Yu stayed where he was and waved to him.

Then the mother and son watched him walk quickly, and disappeared in the school gate in the blink of an eye.

"You really treat me like an outsider." Zhong Qin took out the makeup mirror after she lost sight of anyone else, and took a look at her own make-up: "Would you like to tell me that Xiao Yu is back?"

Wen Yu said silently: "Before I was afraid that you would stir up trouble."

Zhong Qin raised her eyebrows: "Catch up?"

"I'm not sure," Wen Yu expressed a little puzzled: "I think there is still a little knot between me and him that hasn't been untied...and let alone his mother's side, he hasn't fully recovered yet."

Zhong Qin was still looking at the mirror, snapping it off casually, not too concerned about her son's emotional life.

"Haha, I've been waiting for so many years. Let's seize the opportunity." After delivering the umbrella, she counted it as a job: "I'm going to sing with my old classmates at night. You can ask Xiaoyu for dinner, and treat him to something good."

Wen Yu looked at her with a bitter face: "You live a very happy life..."

The latter was already calling for a car, so he was too lazy to chat with him: "Let's go, let's go back to work."

"..."

The Carillon was not at all like this many years ago.

Wen Yu has seen the changes in her eyes since she was a child, and although she had some expectations in advance, she did not expect her to change so drastically.

It's not a time effect, but it's more like a drastic change in life that can completely change a person's personality.

He took the canvas bag and watched his mother leave in the car before opening the bag and taking a look.

Good guy, there is also a box of frozen durians.

...Who dares to eat this stuff in the office.

Wen Yu turned into an amateur race walker all the way and rushed back to class. After class, he ran back to the office and nestled, his self-defense mechanism half-opened.

He really didn't expect to run into Wen Yu's mother at the school gate. Because he was so nervous, the back of his head hurt a little.

Before he could fully turn his head, a student knocked on the door twice.

"Mr. Wen, are you free?"

"Yes." Wen Yu closed the Taobao page, and saw that it was the students from Class Seven who came to him.

"You are... Qian Ju, right?"

The girl nodded happily, and walked in after getting permission, with brisk steps.

"I want to ask you something."

"You said."

"I'm a sophomore in high school now, and I want to prepare for the art exam...is there still time?"

Wen Yu settled down: "Where do you want to go?"

"Music, let's say the violin, or the composition department?"

"Is there a foundation before?"

The girl shook her head.

Wen Yu didn't immediately persuade her to dismiss, she got up and went to the next work station to ask for two documents, and handed the copies to her.

"This kind of thing requires careful consideration."

"You first need to confirm your favorite college and major, and then communicate clearly with your family..."

His answer was so formal that he shook his head halfway through.

"If you don't have a musical foundation at all, you can't win the students who practiced the piano at a young age if you learn the violin temporarily."

"You can try to broaden your professional direction and find a direction you like."

Qian Ju took the materials and said thank you earnestly, his eyes lit up.

Not long after she left, Wen Yu found out the remaining memories about her from various trivial incidents.

He had paid attention to the grade test rankings before, and Qian Ju was probably in the top [-], belonging to the batch that worked hard to make it to Qingbei.

She can't play the piano or the violin, and her music theory ability is average.

But in choral rehearsals and music lessons... quite happy.

This student enjoys all kinds of things related to music. Sometimes he plays some symphony works in class, and some students will take the opportunity to make up homework or read books.

But Qian Ju always listened carefully with his head propped up, and sometimes asked about the latest performances.

It is probably because the top students have a sudden inspiration, and occasionally want to try other routes.

Wen Yu didn't have much confidence in her turn.

But the next day, during the big break, Qian Ju came over again.

This time, I not only brought a thick stack of materials I copied and sorted out, but also the admission requirements and professional status of various colleges and universities.

She chose the ones she liked the most, wrote several pages of notes, and happily showed them to Wen Yu.

The girl is very energetic, with a high ponytail and a heroic smile.

Wen Yu briefly explained a few questions, then contacted an experienced old teacher to come over for reference, and carefully gave some opinions.

"So, it is definitely not possible to take the exam for the violin department. If you want to take the composition department...you will face huge study pressure."

He frowned and added: "Solfeggio itself is a lot of work. Now that the difficulty of the second year of high school is constantly tightening, you may have to make a lot of time choices."

The old teacher next to her only thought that she was a momentary brain fever, and asked casually, "Do you go to remedial classes every day?"

"My mother enrolled me in three, Mathematics, English and Physics." Qian Ju recalled: "She seems to want to supplement my chemistry."

The old teacher shook his head, knowing which way the parents planned to train her.

——None of them will be the one for the art test.

Wen Yu saw the senior's perfunctory, and said in a low voice: "This is a very important life choice, you should talk to your family when you have time."

Qian Ju hummed, thanked them earnestly, and said goodbye.

Not long after she left, the old teacher stayed here to drink tea and chat, Wen Yuduo asked: "Do you think it is possible for her to go this way?"

"The grades are good, but the parents still want to continue to cultivate excellent students. Think about the sunk cost here?" The old teacher waved his hand, pretending that the child was making a joke: "Throw away all the elite education from childhood to adulthood. , In the second year of high school, I suddenly started learning art from scratch, making a fool of myself.”

"Even if my own child suddenly said such a sentence, I would never agree."

Wen Yu nodded and said no more.

He didn't know why, but he still kept it in his heart, and went to Wen Yu to talk about it after school in the afternoon.

"Qian Ju?" Wen Yu was a little surprised when he heard this name: "She is the new study committee member of our class, and once got into the top ten of her grade."

Wen Yu let out a sigh, feeling depressed.

is unlikely.

"It will still rain today," Wen Yu looked at the sky outside, "Have you brought an umbrella?"

Wen Yu was still thinking about something, and said for a while, "I don't know."

"Then I'll take you back." Wen Yu pulled out the umbrella from the desk, smiling triumphantly, "And the umbrella can cover my face. If your mother comes out, I'll just run away with the umbrella to cover my face."

Wen Yu couldn't help laughing: "Are you dating or are you a thief?"

There are too few opportunities for him to get close to him. He is nailed to different classrooms for most of the time from Monday to Friday, and he can go out quietly for a few dates on weekends.

I was always cautious before, but seeing the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, my heart suddenly became agitated.

"Just this time." He warned: "Just send it to the entrance of the alley, don't go too far."

Wen Yu hummed.

As soon as the school bell rang, the students scattered like late pigeons.

The lights on the fourth and fifth floors were still on, and some students still stayed to continue their evening self-study, and they had to wait until the guards cleared the place before leaving.

Autumn is deep and rainy, and the night is like ink that is too thick to melt.

As soon as Wen Yu opened the umbrella, the wide edge of the umbrella covered them like a tent, and the two walked forward together closely.

Wen Yu was afraid that his mother would be waiting outside the school.

But he was reluctant to walk with him for a while, even if he had an umbrella, even if he took a few more steps, it would mean nothing.

The students all held different umbrellas, like many small worlds opened up, cutting and separating the crowded roads one by one, and deriving many independent small spaces.

They huddled together under umbrellas and walked forward through the stagnant water, with a bright light in their hearts.

Wen Yu is timid, afraid of any pair of eyes nearby looking at her.

It can be heard that Yu's body is warm, and he still clings to him unconsciously.

The latter smiled lightly and hugged his shoulders like a buddy.

Wen Yu held his breath and walked with him across the road, across the pool, and turned around the whole street.

It rains heavily and they can walk very slowly.

It doesn't matter if you don't chat.

He walked all the way to the entrance of the alley before he said what he had been preparing in his heart for a long time.

"Here, I'll go ahead by myself."

Wen Yu pressed down the umbrella and kissed him lightly.

Wen Yu's heart beat faster after being kissed, and she couldn't bear him for a while.

He began to try to find a reason to move out, but unless No. [-] Middle School changed its location, his current residence was already the closest choice.

"It's not good," Wen Yu couldn't help sighing, "I don't want to leave."

Wen Yu took his hand, bowed his head and kissed him again.

In the far distance of the alley, there is a clanging tricycle, which is passing by to collect waste.

Wen Yu was afraid that someone would witness and sue, so he raised his briefcase above his head and quickly said goodbye.

He ran forward in the rain, and after running a few steps, he looked back again, seeing and hearing Yu still holding his umbrella to look at him.

Only this time the edge of the umbrella was raised a lot, and we could see each other's eyes.

"I'm going back." He said loudly, and the latter nodded seriously.

It seems that some important handover has been completed.

Wen Yu took a long look at the man, then ran back home against the rain.

He suddenly felt that he hadn't changed much in the past ten years.

Like a sophomore in high school.

As soon as I rushed home, I could smell the aroma of tea tree mushroom and duck soup when I opened the door.

Yan Wanxin was still protecting the stove with a small fan, and she stood up in shock when she saw him: "Didn't you bring an umbrella? I should have known I would pick you up!"

"It's only a few steps away." Wen Yu rushed all the way under the awning, patted the water droplets on the leather bag: "I just started to shower when I came back, and I didn't get drenched."

Yan Wanxin wiped his coat, a little puzzled: "It's not dripping, wash your hands and get ready to drink soup."

Wen Yu quickly responded, and helped her tidy up the table next to her, and the person behind said: "Tomorrow our company organizes a study session, and we don't have lunch and dinner ready, so you come back after eating at school."

"Good study," Wen Yu said in a good mood, "I'll teach you how to play the piano someday."

"Don't," Yan Wanxin tapped him with a cattail fan, "When you were three or four years old, you saw wood at home every day, and my ears hurt when I watched the piano, and it's not getting better now."

The days seemed to stop suddenly.

No tossing, no fuss, and no unexpected big accident, which makes people exhausted.

It was cold and rainy outside, and there was a small stove in the shed for stewing soup.

When Wen Yu was arranging the dishes and chopsticks, he looked up and saw that the pomegranate trees in the yard had dense branches and leaves, and the dripping water was as fine as a bead curtain.

He paused for a few seconds.

Is this life finally letting me go?

He had a kind of luck that sprouted after a long time of stability.

It would be nice if it was always like this.

Do not covet more.

The next day was a sunny day.

Wen Yu got up early, changed into sportswear and went out for a morning run, and brought back soy milk and fried dough sticks.

Yan Wanxin cleaned up the dishes neatly after eating, ordered him to prepare an umbrella in advance and put it in the office, and watched his son go out in the kitchen.

When the courtyard door closed, she was stunned for a long time, then returned to her room.

Her bedroom used to be crowded, full of all kinds of things, several cabinets were close together, and there was always no place to put things.

Now half of the clothes are missing, and the wedding photos have also been taken off the wall. It seems that there are more than ten square meters suddenly.

Yan Wanxin rummaged through the closet, picked out the most appropriate dress, thought about it and smeared her face with oil.

She looked at herself in the mirror and reached out to touch her lower lip.

It's old, and the lip color is black.

She drove all the way south, all the way to Daxing District.

Beijing is also getting bigger and bigger.

In the past, there were only five rings, and later it was expanded to six rings, and then seven rings.

Countless people rushed to Beijing, desperately wanting to take root here.

It takes about five to 10 minutes to drive from the city center to Daxing.

She smoked two cigarettes on the way, and was a little impatient while waiting for the traffic lights.

After arriving at the destination, Yan Wanxin leaned on the chair and thought for a long time before finally picking up her bag and getting out of the car.

The prison guard at the door already knew her very well, and when they saw her, they would give her a slight nod to say hello.

The waiting area is full of people today, and I don't know what day it is.

After a long time, someone poked his head out and shouted.

"4097 Wen Jianwu's family!"

She got addicted to cigarettes again, rubbed her knuckles and walked in.

When Wen Jianwu walked out, his steps were steady, and the two greeted each other calmly.

Although they are husband and wife, they have been in prison for so many years, and even the familiarity has faded away, so there is only a bit of politeness left.

Yan Wanxin used to come here often, sometimes either to meet someone, or to be alone in a panic.

Her husband is in prison inside, but she is in prison outside.

In the first few years, there were countless debts, which forced her to sell the old house several times, but fortunately she survived.

Now I have to repay the favor one after another, as if I owe someone forever.

The first few times she saw him scolded and scolded once, 10 minutes was not enough to express herself, and she didn't need to take a breath in the middle of the eloquence.

Later, the creditor had the opportunity to make his mentality explode. When he went to see Wen Jianwu, he brought a bottle of water, scolded until his throat smoked, and continued to yell at him.

"Leverage lever, do you really fucking dare to play? Have you ever thought about how much my mother wiped your ass outside today!"

"Gunri's grandson!"

Once she came out after cursing and stayed inside for more than 40 minutes, but the prison guards didn't dare to stop her.

Ten years, in conversion, 120 months.

She had seen him less than a hundred times, and by the tenth time she could no longer swear, and just cried when she saw him.

Wen Jianwu had many reactions.

He confessed, wept bitterly, became numb, and sighed.

No matter how much the two of them talked, they were always separated by a glass wall. They had to hold the phone to talk, and they had to be checked repeatedly when they brought in a bottle of fermented bean curd.

When Yan Wanxin sat down today, her breath was a little unsteady.

Wen Jianwu only saw his son for two consecutive months, but didn't see her, and it felt wrong to frown.

"How are you."

Yan Wanxin didn't speak, but shook her head wearily.

"Yu Yu has been visiting me for the past two months," Wen Jianwu looked at her with concern: "He is sensible now, so he should be able to help you share a lot."

"The matter of his coming to Beijing...is he in charge?"

Yan Wanxin just shook her head.

Wen Jianwu felt that she was not in the right state today, and she was too preoccupied.

He glanced at the expressionless prison guard and smiled bitterly: "Tell me what you are afraid of."

"This is the best place for me to store my secrets, and I have nowhere to tell others, right?"

Yan Wanxin was silent for a long time.

She seemed to be unable to support the weight of her own body, and pressed her forehead and shoulders against the glass, talking half sideways.

"A few months ago, Wen Yu approached me."

Wen Jianwu's face changed slightly when he heard the name.

He had an instinctive rejection of the name.

This name accidentally sounds the same as his son's name, and he and she both know how many unnecessary entanglements have arisen from this.

"In the past few years, Wen Yu has been looking for me." She said calmly: "When I moved away, I originally deleted his phone number, but later he changed his number, and he will still send me text messages during the holidays."

Wen Jianwu's face was not very good: "He always wanted to get Yuyu back?"

"Not all." Yan Wanxin stretched out her hand and rubbed her brows: "He won't bypass me to try to contact Yuyu, but he has politely asked about his situation a few times."

"You..." Wen Jianwu wanted to say something, but found that he had lost most of his qualifications to be a father: "Hey."

"He flew to Guangzhou a few months ago and talked to me alone."

"What did you say?"

"It's too late to explain." Yan Wanxin glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and omitted most of the content: "I finally thought... If it doesn't work, I'll try it once."

She is also old, and many things may not be clear.

Wen Jianwu reached out and pressed the glass wall, a little unbelievable: "You—you promised to let them fall in love?! You know they are two men, right?? It's been so many years, so many years!"

The prison guard's expression changed slightly, but he quickly retracted it.

"I didn't agree." Yan Wanxin said flatly, "I only agreed to let Yuyu go back to Beijing."

"What's the difference between the two?" Wen Jianwu was even a little annoyed when he heard it: "He must have a chance to meet when he returns to Beijing—"

"It's not a chance to meet," Yan Wanxin laughed: "They teach in the same school, so we can see each other every day."

"What are you doing?!" Wen Jianwu sat back on his seat, his whole body lost his mind: "That's our only son..."

"We only have Yuyu," he murmured, "What are you doing?"

"Wen Jianwu, do you know?" Yan Wanxin laughed until her eyes were red: "I made him a meal after returning to Beijing, and he actually ate the whole bowl."

"When he was in Guangzhou, I stewed soup for him, and I cooked porridge for him. He ate one bite a day, as if he was hanging by one breath every day."

"Do you know how thin he looked like a few years ago?"

She wanted to cry when she said it, but she refused to shed tears in front of strangers, she just laughed and shook her head.

"Sometimes I wonder if my own mother, who has raised him for more than 20 years, is no better than an outsider he met in high school."

"But Yuyu, now, he really seems to be alive now."

Wen Jianwu kept shaking his head.

He has no intention of denying her, he has always been full of pain and guilt towards her.

But he couldn't accept it.

"Have you really thought about it?" His voice was a little hoarse: "You know what happens to homosexuals, right?"

"Beijing, these are already the most advanced cities."

"Whenever they are discovered at school, or known by neighbors, how many people have to poke their spines?"

"If these two people are entangled for a lifetime, they can only live in secret for the rest of their lives. It is impossible to openly hold hands on the street—"

"Let it go a few years earlier, it's a crime of hooliganism and an improper relationship! You can't let him change back!"

"Wan Xin, please take him back to Guangzhou, I beg you." Wen Jianwu almost wanted to bang his head on the glass wall, and he slammed his handcuffs against the glass wall: "You can't destroy him."

"I don't know." Yan Wanxin murmured, "I really didn't think about it."

The prison guard reminded at the right time: "The time is up."

She seemed to sob a bit when she got up, but quickly returned to her normal expression.

"That's it, we'll talk about it later."

Wen Jianwu sat on the spot and stared at her blankly, until Yan Wanxin turned around and was about to leave before calling out to her.

"Wan Xin." He begged, "Think about it, think about it carefully."

She glanced back at him, turned and left.

Wen Yu suddenly sneezed.

Or catch a cold?

He waited for a while and sneezed for the second time, but he didn't respond for a long time.

The colleague in the next-door station was listening to an opera recently, and the earphones still leaked sound. There is a corridor between them and they can hear ghosts crying and wolf howling accompanied by uvula.

Wen Yu planted a row of succulents at his workstation, and the school's academic affairs also helped to add a pot of green radishes. At first glance, the atmosphere was very good.

He was bored waiting, and he thought he would stop raising fish.

I was about to open Taobao to see what kind of fish can be raised in the office, when there were anxious inquiries from outside the door.

"Excuse me, is Teacher Wen here?"

Wen Yu raised her head subconsciously: "I'm here."

A couple stood in front of the office door, did not come in rashly, and spoke very politely.

"Mr. Wen, can I chat with you for a while?"

"Okay, I won't have class later." He quickly greeted them and found two stools for them.

The colleague listening to the opera gave him a surprised look.

No one has come to this office all year round, and recently it is owned by students and parents, making it look like a main course.

Wen Yu casually stuffed a package of alcoholic peanuts for his colleagues, and talked with the two parents: "Who are you two?"

"We are Qian Ju's parents," said Qian's father, "this time I want to understand the situation with you."

Mother Qian nodded, "Hello, hello."

"Oh, that's it." He came back to his senses and realized that the two parents might entrust him as a lobbyist to help persuade the whimsical daughter: "I have been aware of Qian Ju's matter before, and she has also talked to me several times. Second-rate."

"Yes, yes, we've heard about it too," Qian's mother adjusted her sitting posture uncomfortably: "This incident...was really too sudden for us."

"We also contacted Mr. Wen to come and talk together, don't you mind?" Dad Qian remembered something: "He just sent a WeChat message saying that he will come right away."

Wen Yu realized that there were a lot of people here, so he got up and signaled them to go outside: "Let's go to the corridor to chat, it's cool outside."

"Good good!"

The three of them had just left when Wen Yu strode over and stood beside Wen Yu.

"Hello." He shook hands with them one by one, already very experienced in reception: "It just so happens that Mr. Wen is here today, so we can learn more about the situation."

Wen Yu exchanged glances with him, and Qian's mother nodded, "Okay, my daughter's work is hard on the two teachers."

"We thought it was a joke at first that she suddenly wanted to learn music." She smiled wryly, "We even found a one-on-one chemistry teacher, how could we think of..."

"Maybe it's because you want to escape some kind of pressure, or because you didn't do well in the exam recently, do you feel frustrated?" Wen Yu tentatively said, "We can also help with psychological work."

Papa Qian shook his head.

"We've asked all of those things, and none of them. She just prefers music."

"Juju said that every time she spends time on these things, she feels happy and relaxed, which is happier than any tutoring class."

"We also specially took her to several audio-visual classes. She even previewed several lessons in advance by watching the video, and the teacher praised her when she came out."

...then it is difficult to persuade.

Wen Yu sighed inwardly, already thinking about how he and Wen Yu could persuade her later.

For such a top student, suddenly turning around to learn music may be the same as suddenly going on an evil path in the minds of parents.

"It wasn't until this point that we realized she really wanted to learn this."

Father Qian showed an expression of remorse and self-condemnation, and sighed.

"Mr. Wen, do you think it's still too late for us to encourage her to take the art exam?"

Wen Yu was stunned: "Huh?"

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Master X Master

"Tan Xian"

It is said that there are mountains in jade, and if you get the Tao, you will ascend to the immortal.

What's more, the Immortal Venerable has an extraordinary aura, his clothes are like purple and his hair is like falling snow, which makes people forget their minds at a glance.

Shen Chaoxi just smiled and opened the gates of the mountain to teach Taoism, rejecting countless peach blossoms every year.

During this period, some people fell into demons, some demons lost their love, and suffered endless pain.

He brushed off his clothes and left, followed by a cloud of disciples with an awe-inspiring spirit.

Until the Taoist altar opened, a drunken red-haired immortal came to visit, but the disciples behind him didn't stop him.

"Let me see, which evildoer caused my apprentice to fall in love..."

Shen Zhaoxi smiled murderously: "Get lost."