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The two men met at the gate of the middle school, as if two Internet celebrities had made an appointment to go in and shoot a movie.

Wen Yu saw him from afar.

Slender and tall, with a black coat and a silver chain, his hairstyle reveals a lazy and casual Hong Kong flavor.

Wen Yu counted three two one in his heart, smiled as if he was being pointed at by the camera, and greeted him with a smile, and called Brother Yu in a gentle manner.

Wen Yu was originally answering the message with his head down, but when he turned his head and saw him, his pupils still shrank.

Wen Yu seems like everything has changed, but also like nothing has changed.

He is clear and clean, and he has the elegant taste of violin practiced for more than [-] years.

Wen Yu smiled, as if nothing had ever happened.

Everything between them is clear and simple, and they can get to know each other from scratch at this moment.

Wen Yu frowned and looked at him up and down, without any further reaction, turned around to greet the guard.

"This is a new teacher. I'll take him here to familiarize himself with the environment before school starts."

The doorman is no longer the tall, thin, grey-haired old man of ten years ago, but now is the second cousin who was stuffed in by some teacher, who smokes cheap cigarettes whenever he has nothing to do, and smells like sweat.

The two walked through the school gate, as if walking through a time tunnel together, and went back to the very beginning of the story.

Wen Yu followed behind Wen Yu, his shoulders relaxed.

He won a small win, but he was better at pretending.

Every time Wen Yu saw his eyes like that, he couldn't speak, and he had nowhere to play tricks.

In late summer and early autumn, the weather is hot and dry, and the distance from the gate to the teaching building seems to be hundreds of meters.

Wen Yu's eyes looked at the flag raising platform, from the flagpole all the way to the end of the playground in the distance.

"how long have you been here?"

"Six years."

Wen Yu's footsteps stopped, and his breathing also stopped.

"Didn't expect that I would choose to be a teacher?" Wen Yu turned his back to him, walking calmly: "Don't talk about that, I will show you the current school."

They started browsing from the first floor of the main teaching building, walked from the falling shadow of the ginkgo tree to the side of the long branches of the dense Tang locust tree, and remained silent all the time.

The old teaching building has been under renovation since the first year of high school. Several toilets have been refurbished and repaired. The blackboards in the classrooms have been dismantled and reinstalled.

The classroom number has changed from copper green to dark gold, and the tables, chairs and benches are far less spacious than before.

Wen Yu has graduated from university for many years, and now it still takes a while to remember which floor he was on.

Like staying on the second floor for two years, and staying on the third floor for half a year?

He thought that his memory of this place would be very clear, and he would only be able to touch the rawness of it when he came back to the old place.

Wen Yu was entrusted by Director Chen to be a guide, and originally intended to introduce a few words, but now he only turned his back to Wen Yu and led the way, obviously perfunctory.

Wen Yu looked at the students' blackboard newspapers outside the window, and suddenly opened his mouth.

"You dare not look at me?"

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows and turned to look at him.

"How long does Mr. Wen need me to watch?"

Wen Yu looked at him and laughed: "Don't choke me, I'm a little afraid of you."

Wen Yu's heart sank, he pursed his lips and looked into the distance.

"...I didn't kill you, don't think too much about it."

Director Chen just happened to go upstairs with the documents, saw the two of them at the stairs, and greeted them warmly.

"I was thinking about where you two went, come on, Xiao Wen, let's drop by!"

"Look, this is the lecture theater, and your office is in the corridor."

"Then the broadcasting room is here, the one on my right, is it different from before?"

The door was unlocked, so Wen Yu followed in, looked left and right, and suddenly felt someone staring at him.

He looked back in a daze, and found that Wen Yu was frowning.

The man only stayed a few steps at the door, and left without saying hello.

Director Chen was still chatting with the teacher who was adjusting the equipment inside, Wen Yu followed suit with a few words of greeting, and realized it later.

He had kissed him here back then.

It's not just a kiss, it's a kiss that was pushed on the table and almost bumped into by a classmate.

Wen Yu remembered everything with a buzzing in his head, and he was ashamed to be next to his boss.

Fuck, no such.

In recent years, he has been too obedient and obedient. To put it bluntly, he can be regarded as self-brainwashing.

When they fell in love in the second and third year of high school, they were crazy.

Rolling together in the grass on the playground, leaves were all over my hair during class.

There was a movie in the lecture theater, and everyone in the classroom was watching it intently. He sat in the last row and slept in his arms, with his face pressed against his palm.

At that time, the mind was innocent, and the warmest contact was nothing more than a kiss.

So kissing in the infirmary, kissing in the classroom.

Rubbing his cheeks under the ginkgo tree, talking nonsense in the first few seconds before the broadcast.

They all seemed sober at the time.

Even if Wen Yu was in a relationship and sent messages and acted like a baby until midnight, the multiple choice questions in the exam the next day were still good.

They were both coerced by hormones and turned into two lunatics. It was almost [-] hours after evening self-study and they didn't want to be separated for a second.

If it wasn't for the fact that his family always disagreed with him living in school, they might even hold hands when they slept, which was so naive.

"Xiao Wen, Mr. Hao asked which university you graduated from."

Wen Yu came back to his senses, first touched his face with the back of his hand, and then answered their words.

"The Juilliard School."

"A talented student," Mr. Hao wondered, "Can you teach with an American degree? Do you have to take the teacher qualification certificate?"

"Don't worry about it," Director Chen said indifferently, "He got a really good grade in the exam, so it's good for teaching at first glance."

Wen Yu smiled.

"I'm going out to find Wen Yu first."

"Okay, look at me, I'm just busy chatting, you go quickly."

He walked out quickly, but not looking for him.

He walked out facing the mottled tree shadow, every step was extremely hard.

It seems that countless dusty memories have broken free from the haze of dust for several years, and merged into the other half of the soul that is not allowed to exist.

Wen Yu didn't know where he was going, he rushed into the depths of the school covered in sweat, and finally ran.

He remembers running like this when he was 17 years old.

Running to buy ice coke, grabbing meals with other students...

He ran to meet his brother Yu.

A voice came from behind him.

"What are you running for?"

Wen Yu just staggered and was pinned on the shoulder.

Wen Yu originally had a stern face, but when he saw Wen Yu's red eyes, he turned his head.

The man clenched his shoulders tightly, let go after a long time, and took out a piece of paper from his arms.

"Wipe off your sweat."

Wen Yu suddenly lost his temper, and his voice was full of annoyance.

"I won't wipe it anymore, I'm going to resign."

Wen Yu originally kept a distance from him on purpose, but she was also used to listening to his nonsense, so she took out a tissue to wipe Wen Yu's sweat.

As soon as the man became gentle, the alienation like ice and snow all over his body melted away, like a paper shell that could be broken with a poke.

Wen Yu tilted her head and let him wipe her face, not knowing who she was angry with.

"Teacher Wen calm down." The man's movements were very light, and his voice was calm: "We have to establish a peaceful and friendly colleague relationship."

"...It will be convenient for me to take your class in the future."

The sheep in Wen Yu's heart wanted to put its hooves on this man's face.

You have been brewing this atmosphere and emotion for a long time, and this is what you want to talk about? ?

What happened to me teaching music class?You still want to steal my class? ?

He took a step back, his eyes finally sharpened.

The voice is neither humble nor overbearing, but there is always a sense of softness.

No way, the voice is born like this.

"The school stipulates that each class has at least one class a week. You have to go to the physical education teacher for math class."

Wen Yu's hand was still hanging in the air, and he pulled it back after a pause.

"I forgot to tell you, I'm the head teacher of Class Seven." The man said slowly, "We'll still deal with each other often in the future, don't worry."

"Why are you an old schoolmate, may I treat you to a meal?"

Wen Yu stared at him, holding back for a long time, wanting to curse harshly.

"Go eat your fart."

After finishing speaking, he left, and the person disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Wen Yu stood where he was and didn't chase after him. He folded the tissues and put them in his wallet, and looked down at the wallet for a while.

"You are the fierce one."