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No. [-] Middle School's personnel transfers are not too frequent, but some time ago, a group of old teachers just retired, and now they have absorbed a lot of fresh blood.

Director Chen has always treated people warmly, and specially organized a bureau to invite everyone to have dinner together so that they can get to know each other well.

He is good in everything, but the only thing that makes him unbearable is that he likes spicy food.

When Wen Yu returned to school for an internship in the first year, he ate in the cafeteria with the students. During the period, Director Chen came over with a small porcelain altar.

Director Chen yelled twice, telling them to run slowly, turned around and unscrewed his precious dish, and enthusiastically promoted his family's special dishes.

"Our chopped spicy peppers in Hunan are not so delicious, Xiaowen, try it!"

Wen Yu scooped up a spoonful of face, and put the whole spoonful into his mouth under Lao Chen's watchful eye.

In the afternoon, I drank about three bottles of ice water before recovering.

Before the start of the school year, I invited guests again. Before Director Chen got the menu, several teachers quickly grabbed the conversation. They brought a few dishes of Jiangnan side dishes, and cooked a portion of vermicelli in clear soup.

Old Chen Chang clicked his tongue: "If young people don't know how to eat, I still have to come."

"Look, one serving of fish head with chopped peppers, one serving of yellow beef with double peppers, and that dry pot, where is your rear chef from?"

The waiter answered with trepidation, as if afraid of saying a wrong word like a student.

Wen Yu sat diagonally across from Wen Yu, seeing him buried in his mobile phone, he didn't take the meal seriously.

The man withdrew his gaze, motioning for another rice dumpling.

Ten dishes were served, half with oil, red pepper and green, and half with shallots and red sauce, everyone was happy with the order.

After clinking glasses with the newly married teacher, Director Chen transferred half a table of spicy dishes to Wen Yu.

"This Diaoziyu looks like it has a lot of spines, and the meat is thin and tender. It's sour and spicy. It's very appetizing. I like to order this wherever I go!"

The other teachers laughed wildly, "Any cook next to the school knows you, right?"

Wen Yu put down his wine glass, trying to block the dish for him.

Before he could open his mouth, Wen Yu smiled with eyes crooked, got up and toasted Director Chen with a glass of wine, then neatly picked up the whole fish and started to eat, peeling the meat and spitting out the spines in a gentle manner.

Wen Yu kept watching him eat up the fish tail before finishing another glass of wine.

He remembers being warm and depressed because he is afraid of spicy food, so he doesn't eat fish.

When I was studying in high school, there was a master chef from Sichuan in the cafeteria, who occasionally fried spicy chicken with his bare hands.

Wen Yu always mumbled that he would never eat again, and then choked while grilling the rice, his eyes were red when he coughed, and it hurt so badly.

When he didn't pay attention to it before, he only thought that this man's eyelashes were curving and long because of the choking, no wonder a group of girls surrounded him all day long.

I'm used to paying attention, and when I see Wen Yu, I always want to hide him, kiss him and hug him, and I can't finish liking him.

Is the fish not spicy today?

The dish was turned in front of him, there was still more than half of the plate of fish with chopped peppers, green and red peppers were lined up on the snow-white fish belly, and the oil soup was so red that it turned black.

Wen Yu lowered his head and took a piece, tasted a couple of sips, and continued to drink.

It's too spicy, it's evil.

Wen Yu was still very slow in recognizing faces, but now eating fish was faster.

He chatted a few words to eat half a fish, drink half a glass and then another half, and there are small thorns like broken jade piled up on the side of the plate.

Teacher Zhang sighed beside him.

"If you say that people who study art are different, when I saw Mr. Wen, I thought he was romantic! When he smiled, he really looked like a Chinese—"

"How can the French be so good at eating squid?" The teacher next to him joked: "Mr. Wen is also very good-looking. Do you have any friends? Didn't we talk about it? Let's introduce it for you?"

"Hey! There must be a first-come-first-served person to introduce, right?" Teacher Zhang said seriously: "Xiao Wen is still young, don't worry, we have to help Teacher Wen pay attention first!"

Wen Yu narrowed his eyes, but didn't smile.

Teacher Li beside him waved his chopsticks and got up to reach for the crab shell yellow in the distance.

"Teacher Wen, if you have been hurt emotionally, you must wait slowly. If you are looking for another person, you must find the best one. It is absolutely not suitable."

After speaking, he gnawed on the pie, and the sesame seeds kept falling down.

Others seldom gossip about Wen Yu on weekdays, but after hearing this statement today, their ears are all pricked up.

Wen Yu An Xin fiddled with the fish in the bowl, as if she was listening, but also as if she didn't care.

Teacher Li saw that Yu didn't intend to stop him, so he filled him with a glass of wine, which meant to complain.

"Although I'm a classmate of Brother Wen's university, I've heard a little about it."

"He had a first love back then, and the two talked for more than two years, and the relationship was not so good."

"As a result, one day his first love suddenly ran away, and he didn't know whether it was studying abroad or what, and he never called him again! Do you think it's fair?"

The other teachers sighed and followed suit.

"An accident at home? Could it be a terminal illness?"

"I'm afraid it wasn't because I secretly had a friend outside and ran away with him."

"That's too irresponsible. Is it difficult to explain? If you want to move, you should break up before leaving!"

"That's right... It's so hurtful to just evaporate without saying anything."

"Xiaowen, why do you feel bad for this kind of person, if the old one doesn't go, the new one won't come."

Wen Yu looked at Wen Yu and suddenly laughed.

"Why didn't Teacher Wen follow along?"

Wen Yu looked up and coughed in a soft voice.

“The fish is so spicy.”

"Drink yogurt, drink yogurt!" The teacher next to him hurriedly helped to pour the iced yogurt, and when he was done, he said to Director Chen: "It hurts my butt every time I go out to eat with you, you really are!"

Director Chen touched his head and was very happy, everyone also changed the subject and continued to chat while eating.

The meal was quite enjoyable, and many people drank white beer mixed with it, and when the night wind blew, they rushed to their heads.

Everyone walked out shoulder to shoulder, and the young man in the lead blew his whistle.

"Big run!"

There was really a big Ben parked outside the hotel, and a woman with big wavy long curly hair leaned against the car and smoked, as if she was waiting for someone.

Red lips and phoenix eyes, and a black windbreaker make her waist look slim.

The woman raised her head upon hearing the sound and waved towards them.

The nails are also scorching red, very eye-catching in the night.

The others were still in a daze, but Wen Yu softly said, "I'm leaving first," and walked over to get into the car with her.

A few male colleagues who still wanted to ask for WeChat with the beauty immediately exploded.

"Teacher Wen is not young?"

"Grass, are you waiting here for him?"

There was also a female teacher touching her chin: "Sister Yu matches a beauty, this pair looks like a match."

Wen Yu suddenly sobered up, stood behind the crowd and watched, his eyes lowered slightly for a second, then retracted again.

Wen Yu got into Jiang Nanzhi's car, knowing that he was definitely misunderstood.

He hasn't seen his cousin for a long time, and he didn't expect such a hot dress to be popular recently.

"Sister, I'm bothering you so late..."

"You should have called me when you got off the plane, why did you forget?" Jiang Nanzhi glanced at him, turned the steering wheel and said, "Before you start school, let me take you back to the old courtyard house?"

She sighed and lowered her voice a bit: "It's also convenient at night, so you don't run into anyone."

"Okay, let's go."

The car drove from Deshengmennei Street to Huguosi Street, found a remote place to park the car, and the two walked along the entrance of the alley.

Now that they are being demolished and sold, there are not many neighbors left.

Wen Yu walked a few steps behind her cousin, and let out a hush.

"The old pagoda tree was cut down?"

"Chopped."

"Grandpa Fang's family..."

"The door was closed early."

Jiang Nanzhi was entrusted by their family, and he often came to help take care of it, chatted a few words and turned to look at him.

"Didn't you come back to Beijing two years ago? Didn't you go home and have a look?"

Wen Yu smiled and shook his head.

"After meeting my dad for a while, I left. I went back the same day."

She groaned and lit a cigarette again.

The alleys are thin and deep, and there are still old men sitting outside in the middle of the night to enjoy the shade, as if a low wall has been added abruptly.

When the two walked to the door of Wen's house, they still habitually looked left and right.

Wen Yu squatted down, turned on the phone's rear light, and slanted to illuminate the blue bricks outside the gate.

The paint was wiped with alcohol, and the traces were barely visible.

The chicken blood had dried up and turned black in the side corner, and a large piece of dogtail grass and wild moss climbed up the wall and was well nourished.

Jiang Nanzhi also saw the small corner that hadn't been cleaned up, and spat: "I'll change to a part-time worker later, but I don't have any eyes."

They unlocked the door and finally turned on the lights in the yard.

Old houses can be counted as three entrances and three exits. If you want to protect them, you can apply for a protection sign with the neighborhood committee.

The computer and TV inside are still ten years ago, and the back cover of the screen has been wiped and wiped with a rag, and there is no dust left.

The Simmons in the room has been replaced, and the glass has been installed with new ones, so it is no longer rattling and rattling like before.

Wen Yu reached out to reach the leaves on the pomegranate tree, and Jiang Nanzhi happened to catch a glimpse.

"In autumn, you can still pick fruits to eat." She thought of something, and her eyes became gentle: "When I was young, my aunt always picked a small basket and gave it to me. It was very sweet."

Wen Yu blinked, turned around and went into the kitchen, fiddled with it for a long time to find a steel wool ball.

He didn't care that his cousin was still here, and ran to the door to wipe the green bricks, his movements were fast and ruthless.

Jiang Nanzhi leaned against the door frame without moving, took a puff of cigarette slowly, and looked at the big goldfish tank with foxtails protruding from the yard.

"Are you planning to come back?"

"I heard that you are going to be a teacher in No. [-] Middle School, and you live near here, so you don't have to look around for a house."

The sound of wire balls echoed from the mouth of the alley, and after a while there was another sound of pulling weeds.

"Sister, bring me a dustpan."

Wen Yu pulled out the weeds in front of the door, swept the dust and sand, and finally poured a handful of water.

In the middle of the night, the sound of water splashing was like a light rain.

Jiang Nanzhi tossed him casually, and opened his hands under the lamp to look at the newly painted nails.

"If you come to live here, I'll give you two more good pillows, and tell me what's missing."

Just as Wen Yu was about to agree, he suddenly heard footsteps.

He was still holding the small porcelain basin in his hand, and his sleeves were stained with dirt.

Wen Yu walked under the light in front of the door, his eyes were cold, as if he had never touched alcohol.

The man glanced at the desolate courtyard, then looked at him again.

Jiang Nanzhi noticed something in the yard, motioned for them to chat slowly, and went back to the back room by himself.

Wen Yu wrung out the rag and turned to wipe the row of buttons on the copper door, without asking how he came here.

"Is something wrong?"

"Wen Yu." The man called his name while standing not far away, but because his back was turned, he didn't know what expression it was.

"I forgot to ask you at the dinner table just now."

"When you left, we broke up, right?"

Wen Yu soaked the rag back into the basin, and the dust spread out like a net in the clear water.

He felt himself drinking a little too much.

Alcohol doesn't seem to be burning the nerves, but it is like pieces of ice one after another, dragging people's reason to sink.

"Yes."

He wiped his face, turned and smiled.

"It's not a long time ago, it must have been ten years."

Wen Yu looked at him, took a step forward, and suddenly stretched out his hand.

His fingertips landed on Wen Yu's face, from his forehead to the tip of his nose, and then landed on his lips.

"I still remember how I kissed you back then."

The lines of the fingertips are printed on the lines of the lips, and the temperature is scorching hot.

"When you are bitten, you will yell softly, and you will cling to others."

"Every time I hug her in my arms, it's as soft as hugging a cloud."

Wen Yu retreated unconsciously, and within two steps, the stone lion in front of the door blocked his retreat, and his whole body was surrounded by his falling shadow.

"Seeing that Qingqing is cold and not talkative, she hugs her neck in private to prevent people from asking questions."

Wen Yu caressed his lips slowly and methodically.

"My earlobes are ticklish, the back of my neck turns red, and I have dimples when I smile."

He bent down, his breathing intertwined, and his voice was hoarse.

"...you dare to come back."

Wen Yu was pressed against the stone lion and couldn't escape, with a man's breath in his nostrils, he gritted his teeth to block him.

"Mr. Wen must have drunk too much today, what are we talking about?"

As he blocked him, his heart jumped up again, as if he could finally confirm that the previous neglect and alienation were all fake, and he had not been forgotten.

Wen Yu frowned.

"I'm afraid of you?"

With a flick of his fingertips, he kissed Wen Yu the second he raised his head.

Their body temperature was exchanged in an instant, and both of them had the smell of wine on their lips.

It's not like asking for a kiss, but asking for a compensation that can't be refused.

Wen Yu was so numb from being kissed, he slapped him away a little annoyed: "What are you doing?!"

Wen Yu touched his lower lip with the back of his hand: "You're playing a hooligan, didn't you see it?"

Wen Yu ran away and closed the door with a bang.

Someone's laughter came from outside the door.

"Laughing fart, get out!"

Wen Yu yelled at the door, so angry that his brain hurts.