wolf sniff

Wen Yu glared at Wen Yu, turned his head and wanted to leave.

After walking two steps and then turning back, he uttered four words in a correct accent: "You bastard."

Wen Yu shrugged: "To each other."

After he left his sight, he quickly wrote down the meeting time and address.

As if the alcohol was slowly rising, it took a long time to feel that I was no longer favored.

He should have been familiar with this feeling for many years, but now he just broke up with him not long ago, and he has to chew it all over again.

No longer being close, and no longer being treated preferentially.

Wen Yu thought to himself that I have been spoiled by this bastard for a long time.

This is the norm now, sober up, it deserves it.

He tapped his head and put all his enthusiasm into his work.

There's been a lot of work lately.

The students are entering the final stage of the second year of high school. Some of them are wondering whether to spend a whole year preparing for the art test, and some have already started preparing for multi-school joint performances. Parents will come to the office to inquire from time to time. Share different corners of the conference room together.

Teacher Qin, who teaches art, allocated half of the conference room to him from time to time, stretched his waist and let out a long sigh after he was done with work.

"It's not easy—"

She rubbed the back of her head and looked at Wen Yu, her eyes slightly surprised.

"Isn't Mr. Wen going to leave?"

Wen Yu shook his head: "There will be a parent who learns vocal music to consult later."

Qin Ke snorted, and got up to make coffee: "Our school organized an art test presentation this weekend, have you finished the PPT yet?"

"I prepared a copy before, but I feel that the content is not enough." Wen Yu glanced at WeChat, confirmed that the parents would arrive in 10 minutes, then relaxed and lay down on the table: "I am answering the phone and replying to the message in my dream. It’s like a Taobao customer service.”

The vast majority of parents are willing to trust teachers and respect their children's choices.

But a small number of them come to the teacher to persuade their children to turn around. They don't want to see their children take the art test, and they have inexplicable hostility towards art itself.

When encountering this special case, parents and children are panicked, and even if their throats are dry, it may not be effective.

Qin Ke didn't add sugar to her own black coffee, but she kindly added sugar to Wen Yu's milk.

"Take a sip slowly, the parent was quite angry just now, I heard it all."

Wen Yu smiled wryly and said thank you.

Before the words were finished, Wen Yu led the two parents through the door and came in.

"Teacher Wen is here." Seeing them who were very close, his voice paused: "Excuse me?"

Wen Yu got up and introduced to the parents: "This is Mr. Qin, who teaches art. Good afternoon, both of you."

Qin Ke sniffed out of thin air, and smiled mischievously when she left.

Wen Yu finally felt a little puzzled.

Why do these colleagues seem to have radar on their foreheads? !

The parents didn't think much about it, and sat down with their children's award-winning resume and target school information since they studied art, with nervous and apprehensive expressions.

Wen Yu pulled out a chair casually, and sat down four vacant seats away from Wen Yu.

"Let me introduce..." he said smoothly.

While listening to the situation of the students, Wen Yu couldn't help but glance sideways at the distance between them.

He was busy with Qian Ju's work last semester, even when the leader was lecturing, Wen Yu would sit next to him.

They did split.

The emotion returned to zero in an instant, turning into an untouchable blank.

This cognition was clearly finalized long ago, but every time he interacted with Wen Yu in the workplace, he seemed to be constantly reminded that the distance and indifference were now clearly drawn.

Wen Yu forced himself not to care about these, and continued to answer the parents' questions with a smile.

Every movement can't be wrong, but the mood can't keep sinking.

The parents also wondered why the two teachers sat so far away, but tacitly didn't ask more questions, thinking that they had a bad relationship.

This consultation took longer than expected. In the first half, Wen Yu gave advice based on the score line and exam situation, and in the latter part, Wen Yu was basically answering questions about the characteristics of each college.

After a while, the parents who made an appointment earlier also came over, greeted the others and joined.

Wen Yu's mouth became parched, and the milk coffee gradually became so sweet that his throat was sticky.

But he could see the anticipation and panic in the parents' eyes, and tried to give more reliable references without resting much.

Wen Yu got up and poured three cups of warm water.

A cup for two parents, a cup for Wen Yu.

Wen Yu reached out to take it, and gave him a grateful look.

The latter nodded restrainedly and sat back four seats away.

Wen Yu glanced at him with a pale smile, spoke a few more words in a hoarse voice, and finally concluded.

"...Probably the difference in difficulty is like this."

The parents who had just arrived not long ago asked a few more questions, and Wen Yu had memorized all the content he had said earlier, and answered them one by one without thinking.

Wen Yu was too tired to say thank you, so he just leaned on the table and lowered his head to drink water.

It wasn't until five o'clock in the afternoon that the meeting room was completely empty.

Wen Yu stayed with him until the end, and poured another glass of warm water for Wen Yu before leaving.

"I didn't expect that you would be suitable for the job of a teacher."

Wen Yu didn't understand, and looked up to see his expression at the moment, but the man had already opened the door and left.

He thought for a while in the dim conference room alone before he came to his senses.

When I was a teenager, I didn't seem to be like this.

When she was in high school, Wen Yu didn't have much patience in doing things, and most of her enthusiasm and meticulousness were given to the violin.

After taking the second grade exam, more and more students gradually came up with problems.

At the beginning, Wen Yu was able to patiently explain the process of answering the questions to others, but in the end she got bored and raised her deskmate's shoulder to say hello.

"He's the best at this, why don't you ask him?"

The young man had a face of "do you dare to be more perfunctory", and sighed to help with the lecture.

It stands to reason that he should not be a teacher if he is so afraid of trouble and too lazy to explain.

Wen Yu lay on the table and slowly recalled, suddenly felt sad.

He seemed unable to walk out of this empty conference room alone.

It is not clear whether work or loneliness is trapping him alone.

Even if Wen Yu invited him to leave work together just now, he might be able to stand up.

His consciousness became more and more heavy, and his throat was dry and sore.

I'm so tired, let's lie down here and sleep for a while, just for a while.

Wen Yu buried his face in his arms, and closed his eyes as if fleeing from the darkness.

In a blink of an eye, he fell into a dream.

"I just encountered this kind of thing when I was in the third year of high school," Yan Wanxin paced outside the window with a heavy heart, "What will I do with the classes I missed these days..."

Wen Jianwu buried his head in answering the email and didn't speak for a long time.

"What are you busy with?" Yan Wanxin pushed him: "Do you know how long the chickenpox will be quarantined, half a month!"

Wen Jianwu frowned, hurriedly wrote two lines of reply and put it on the computer, as if he didn't want her to see the contents.

"Don't worry," he said insincerely, his emotions did not match what was going on at the moment: "It's normal for a child to be sick. I was too tired from studying a while ago, and my resistance is weak."

"Didn't we vaccinate him when he was a child?"

"It seems... I haven't played."

"what??"

Wen Yu rolled on the quilt.

He was very itchy, and he was warned several times not to scratch anywhere it was itchy.

The chickenpox this time is really not a surprise.

First, a student in the first year of high school broke out and infected several classes. The principal urgently emptied the entire floor for isolation, but he still couldn't stop it.

He was the first to encounter this unlucky thing in the third year of high school. At first he thought it was a mosquito bag, but unexpectedly there were more and more of them.

Why does it feel like there is... hiss in the hair.

Wen Yu rolled over again, trying not to scratch.

I don't know where the class is now... Hyperbolic?passive voice?Appreciation of Chinese and foreign poetry?

The murmurs in the yard suddenly stopped, replaced by a long sentence of "Who—"

Is there a guest?

Wen Yu blinked and sat up abruptly.

He knew that there was a high probability that it was the aunt of the neighborhood committee, but he still had unrealistic fantasies in his heart.

I'm so uncomfortable to die alone, it would be great if brother Yu came to see me.

Thinking of this, he covered himself with the quilt again.

No, I'm ugly now, I have pimples on my forehead, I can't let him see it.

The sound outside the gate was separated by the entire yard, and nothing could be heard.

Wen Yu was wrapped in the quilt and was drowsy, when suddenly there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Yuyu! Put on your clothes, your class representative is coming to see you!"

Wen Yu woke up in a jerk, fearing that the teacher sent some girl over, and smoothed out the big pants and T-shirt two or three times.

"Who?"

"It's me." The boy said calmly, "You open the door."

"Wait for me - just a moment! Don't come in yet!"

Yan Wanxin was also waiting outside the door, still not at ease.

"Are you really okay?" She was afraid of affecting Wen Yu, so she found him a disposable glove and a mask: "I'm really afraid that I might infect you too..."

"Auntie who can't, I got it when I was a child, and I'm already immune." Wen Yu smiled reassuringly: "The teachers of all subjects gave me the lecture notes and PPT, and I'll make up for him in the next two days."

"Thank you for your hard work," Yan Wanxin sighed heavily, "How many times have I taught him a lesson, you have to wash your hands in time wherever you go..."

The door suddenly opened a crack, and Wen Yu wrapped himself up in an air-conditioning blanket, revealing a pair of eyes: "Brother Yu is here?"

Yan Wanxin stretched out her hand and smacked his forehead: "Just pretend to be Frankenstein!"

Wen Yu greeted very politely: "Long time no see."

"Auntie, should I go in first?"

"You're busy, you're busy, I won't bother you." Yan Wanxin turned around and was about to leave, but then stretched out her hand and smacked her son's head: "The top student came here specially to give you extra lessons, study hard, don't let him down! "

Wen Yu covered his head and wailed: "Mom, you hit me with pox!"

When the door was closed again, the two teenagers looked at each other and smiled.

"Don't get too close to me," Wen Yu whispered, "I'm afraid of infecting you."

Wen Yu shook his head.

He put down his schoolbag and hugged him tightly through the air-conditioning blanket.

"It's hard." He felt distressed: "I heard that I can't sleep well after getting chickenpox."

Wen Yu buried his face in the boy's arms, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sure I don't look good now, you should leave early after you finish speaking."

"Wait a minute," Wen Yu realized something: "Have you ever had chickenpox?"

Wen Yu shook his head honestly.

"Are you crazy?" Wen Yu was annoyed immediately, and pushed him out through the blanket: "You dare to come here even if you haven't had it!!"

"I've been vaccinated," the boy raised his hands and stood still, letting him push it half-jokingly: "I asked the doctor before coming here, I won't get it, don't worry."

He opened his schoolbag and took out a stack of homework and textbooks, motioning for Wen Yu to come and sit down.

"Do business first."

Wen Yu was still in doubt: "You didn't lie to me?"

"I lied to you as a puppy." The boy waved his hand: "We can still stay together for three hours, cherish the time."

Wen Yu dawdled and sat down, like an Arab, he was fully armed with a blanket, and his arms were not exposed.

Wen Yu spoke a few questions and looked sideways at him.

"Not bored?"

Wen Yu shook his head.

"not hot?"

Keep shaking your head.

Wen Yu sighed: "Am I such a superficial person, I won't like you if you have chicken pox a few times?"

A certain mummy resisted stubbornly: "You are giving a lecture, don't look at me."

"That's why I came here," the young man said with a smile, "I just came to see you."

He reached out and touched him across the blanket.

"It's itchy."

Wen Yu was a little frustrated.

"I miss you so much." Sometimes he doesn't realize that he actually likes to act like a baby: "Brother Yu, I haven't seen you for four or five days."

"Brother Yu, do you miss me in class?"

He buried his face in his arms again, not wanting to care about anything.

"I was locked up at home alone for a week, and no one could talk during the day, woo woo woo..."

Wen Yu hugged him with one arm, and took the calamine lotion and cotton swabs on the edge of the table with the other.

Wen Yu shuddered.

"What do you want."

"I'll apply the medicine for you." The young man was gentle but could not refuse: "Take off the blanket, don't cover it, it's not good for the skin."

"It's ugly! Don't lift it!"

Wen Yu grabbed his wrist and kissed him abruptly.

Wen Yu was taken aback by the kiss, and the blanket just fell to the side.

Wen Yu didn't care whether he became ugly at all, he just unscrewed the medicine and took out a cotton swab, dipped it in the medicine carefully like doing a college entrance examination test, and helped him wipe the pimples on his arms and back.

Holding his breath, Wen Yu turned to wipe him sideways, and said for a long while, "It's disgusting."

Wen Yu shook his head.

His breath was very close to him, and it turned into a slight caress when it touched his back.

The force of the cotton swab is just right, and it brushes against the skin like picking out an ear, making it tingly and numb.

Wen Yu refused to let him see it at first, but then hummed comfortably.

After a long time, the boy spoke.

"Ms. Sheng kept the news away and didn't say that you had chickenpox."

Wen Yu opened his eyes, but didn't react.

"But I haven't been to school for several days. What did he say?"

The young man was silent for a while, then said sullenly, "Ms. Sheng said you transferred schools."

Wen Yu froze for a moment, and let out an earth-shattering laugh.

"Hahahaha really has him—"

Wen Yu poked him hard with a cotton swab.

"I was going crazy when I first heard about it. I couldn't see you for three or four days. I was so anxious." He hugged him hard, wrapped him in his arms from the back, and pressed their necks together: " If you transfer schools, what should I do? Where can I find you!"

"Hey, the potion is all on you," Wen Yu begged for mercy with a smile, "I'm not willing to turn around, my boyfriend is still here."

Wen Yu kissed him hard, half punishment and half intimacy.

"I don't care, it doesn't matter if you rub a little more."

I just want to see you, every day.

Whether it's you who are sick or you who are bubbling with joy.

As long as it's you.