wolf sniff

He had never shown such a desperate and groggy side.

Bliss is surrounded by chaotic and broken emotions, making the pain blurred.

Until four o'clock in the morning.

Wen Yu couldn't remember which step she took when she fell asleep.

Maybe he was extremely sleepy when he was carried into the bathtub, or maybe he was still awake in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He woke up at five ten in the morning, glanced at the electronic clock beside the bed, and then looked at the man who locked himself in his arms.

Wen Yu just moved slightly, and Wen Yu woke up immediately, staring at him like a wolf dog.

But Wen Yu shook his head, sat up from his arms, buttoned up his clothes under the gaze of the man, closed the door and left.

The latter no longer obstructed, just watched calmly.

What a worse breakup than the last time.

When Wen Yu walked out of the unit building, the cold wind made his nasal cavity ache, and his brain seemed to be forced into the sober zone by the ghostly weather in winter.

When it was so cold, maybe he should call a car to go home, but he still insisted on walking back step by step.

The strong wind always pushes people back in the opposite direction, and the down jacket is flattened.

At this time, the sky is still dark blue.

I can't tell whether the sky is clear or hazy, the turbid color is oppressive.

Wen Yu could still feel the twitching of the bitten lip, he licked it, the sweet smell of blood was like a reminder.

Am I really running away from the label gay?

Am I resisting Wen Yu, or am I always resisting myself?

On the edge of the street, there are hawkers pushing the breakfast carts alone, and the aroma of pancakes and fruits can be heard from time to time.

Wen Yu rubbed his hands, took out five yuan from his pocket, and went to buy something to eat.

"Don't put chopped green onion, don't put coriander, and don't put crispy."

The peddler spoke an authentic Tianjin accent and looked at him suspiciously.

"You don't even want crispy, you just eat cakes?"

Wen Yu resisted the pressure and nodded: "Just eat cakes, crack an egg on top of the cakes."

The peddler shook his head and reached out to take his money: "All right."

He wandered outside until twelve o'clock at noon, and returned home after being covered in smoke in the Internet cafe.

Yan Wanxin went back to Guangzhou yesterday to see the old man, and left several 40-second voice messages on WeChat, telling him to close the doors and windows for the next few days, and to feed her the sparrows that often come to the small stone mill to bask in the sun.

When Wen Yu came home, he opened the door and saw that three sparrows were just looking up at him from the stone mill, and two of them kissed arrogantly in front of his face.

"……Hold."

Wen Yu frowned and went to the kitchen to look for millets, and brought them some fresh water by the way.

The three sparrows helped themselves freely not far from him, and the two kissed after eating, and they didn't know what they were sticking to.

Wen Yu sat back on the rattan chair in the living room and took out his mobile phone, and deleted the chat window between him and Wen Yu.

The name was simply deleted and replaced with a full stop like account cancellation.

Just don't even have a better avatar.

He realized that he wanted to delete all traces of his existence by hand, but the avatar could not be reset to zero, so he simply locked the screen and threw it aside, curled up in a wicker chair and covered his head to sleep.

No love, no debt, no existence, maybe this is complete freedom.

The winter vacation is over in a blink of an eye.

It didn't last two days in total, the children still had a lot of homework, and they ate dinner and leftovers for several days as if they were in a hurry, and the time was up in the blink of an eye.

The ice has not yet melted, and the branches of the trees are covered with frost.

But a group of middle and high school rushed back to the campus, as if they could attract the summer sun.

Wen Yu never contacted Wen Yu again after that day.The latter also no longer gave any news, so far alienated and forgotten.

When he walked into the auditorium to attend the opening ceremony again, he habitually wanted to go to the seat of the seventh class, but when he walked halfway, he realized that he consciously went to the remote corner where the sub-class teachers were resident.

They were broken, he had to realize it.

After the principal and a group of core members made generous speeches, the student representatives took to the stage to speak one after another, their stereotyped and exemplary tone hovering over the playground.

"Under the new morning sun, we fight, we sing, we—"

Wen Yu stood with his legs sore, shifted his weight from his left foot to his right foot, and then glanced at his watch.

It's been 10 minutes, can you reward yourself with a glance at someone?

Yes, just glance at my colleagues, why not.

He despised his duplicity in his heart, and turned his head to look at someone in the other direction.

Wen Yu's back was straight, and he looked out of place with the other middle-aged male teachers who were potbellied.

He couldn't see his side face, he could only find a reluctant angle, and saw a quarter of his back, a third of his legs, and a blurry outline of the back of his head.

Even so, I felt my heart pounding, and the panic came very late.

The man was facing the rostrum, and did not respond to the gaze behind him.

Coincidentally, the student who was blocking his view quietly squatted down so that he could clearly see his entire back.

Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and forced himself to look away.

In this way, when the time is up, just accept it when you see it.

As soon as he looked away, his heart fluctuated even more, with a kind of greedy anxiety.

Will other teachers take the initiative to come over and stand with Wen Yu?

A beautiful female teacher will be very dazzling when standing in the past, and a young male teacher... will be even more dazzling.

Wen Yu tried his best to listen to the grand prospect of the new school year, and he didn't allow himself to look at that person again until the ceremony was about to end.

There was never anyone around Wen Yu.

The man waited alone behind all the students, without saying a word, and it took him a long time to turn his head to look at the flock of pigeons flying in the sky.

Wen Yu's heart was stabbed severely.

For the next month, they did not have any communication.

Like two mature and self-respecting adults who have seen through the dizziness of adolescence, they have a tacit choice to pull away without much entanglement.

Canteens, classrooms, offices, and any places where they might meet by chance will never bump into each other. Even if two groups of teachers pass by, they always look forward and no longer have any contact.

When Wen Yu returned home, there was no one to see him off, and he walked alone, but on the way home from get off work, he met acquaintances he had never imagined.

"Little Wen, I didn't expect your family to live in a hutong?!" Director Chen sighed with emotion as he held his briefcase, "My God, what kind of background do you have to be able to live in the hutong of old Beijing..."

"Actually, quite a few aborigines' homes are like this." Wen Yu walked behind, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment: "Actually, they don't necessarily pay a lot for demolition. Beijing is very strict."

"That's not the reason. Being able to live in a courtyard house has a different style of life." Director Chen waved his left and right hands like a flower, and he became energetic again: "By the way, are you free recently?"

"My daughter... has always wanted to learn the piano. I'm afraid that the teachers outside are not very good at enlightenment. I think you are the best."

As soon as he said this, Director Chen had a happy smile on his face.

"My little Ye Zi, her hands are born to look like her mother's. They are thin and long. No one can teach her to hear the score of the song."

"Mr. Wen, I'm also embarrassed to trouble you to come and teach her all the time, but we are colleagues, so we can talk about anything, right?"

Wen Yu was stunned for a moment, and said casually: "I'm free now, why don't I go over with you to have a look?"

"That's daring!"

They went to another community 600 meters away from the entrance of the alley. The child had just returned from kindergarten and could not speak very well, but when he smiled, there were two small dimples on Yuanyuan's face, which was very cute.

Wen Yu was idle by himself, and gave the children a one and a half-hour enlightenment class, and only got up to say goodbye when he saw that it was getting late.

The child was having fun, clutching the corner of Wen Yu's clothes reluctantly.

"Will Mr. Wen come tomorrow?"

"Teacher Wen will come here often in the future, Xiao Yezi, let go first." Director Chen couldn't laugh or cry: "Mother, take her to have some snacks first. I'll send Teacher Wen down, it's getting late."

After going downstairs, Director Chen took out a red envelope, Wen Yu immediately reacted, and held it down before he stretched out his hand.

"Let's not do this, if you embarrass me with this again, I will never dare to come here again."

"That doesn't make you do idle work." Director Chen forced the red envelope into his pocket, and said seriously: "You are really qualified for this job."

"Her mother and I usually take care of the children at home, no matter whether it is watching cartoons or building blocks, this little villain has no energy to concentrate for more than 10 minutes."

"Come here today, take a look!"

Wen Yu's right hand went into the pocket of his coat, and the cardboard red envelope just hit his palm, as if he had been stabbed again.

He came to himself and shook his head.

"I'm ready to resign."

"Why?" Director Chen was in a hurry: "Don't make this joke, I have been looking for help from my superiors to get you a staff - you are considered a high-end technical talent, and the school has always valued you!"

Wen Yu rubbed the back of his head, he had to make up a lie temporarily, but it just happened to be stuck at this time.

Director Chen was originally cheerful, but now he was really in a hurry, he turned around and still stood in front of Wen Yu.

"What happened to you, discuss it with us!"

Wen Yu was startled, the path in his mind suddenly chose the shortest path.

He couldn't lie to his superiors.

"I……"

He smiled reassuringly.

"I'm gay, I'm not fit to teach."

Director Chen was at a loss.

"It's all the same, even if you're really—really gay, then you're not a gangster, not a sadist," Director Chen spoke too quickly, choking on saliva: "This is all the same!"

Wen Yu wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the leader.

"Xiao Wen, don't worry about what you have and what you don't have."

"Let me ask you, do you have scissors at home?"

Wen Yu frowned and nodded.

Director Chen's eyes became serious.

"Everyone has scissors at home, but Xiao Wen, which parent will remind themselves all the time, will the teacher stab students with scissors?"

"I'm not suggesting you resign."

"You are indeed very young, or you may have been stabbed by something sharper than scissors when you were younger."

"So much so that you are afraid all the time, you will become the scissors themselves."