Peacock

It was Pu Wei who reminded me who Master Hai Zhan was.

Originally, I was thinking about this all the way from pushing the book. I always wondered if I had heard this dharma name there. After I came to the studio and asked casually, I got the answer from Pu Wei.

"Master Haizhan, the one from out of town, please come to help rebuild the Sheye Temple." Pu Wei said, "Has he come yet? Have you met?"

I nodded, but I still didn't want to say anything to Purveyor. I just knocked on the table and asked him to hand in the math homework.

"We are still not used to you coming to collect homework these two days..."

As soon as I saw Pu Wei's awkward look, I knew that this kid must not have had time to copy the answer, and was planning to give him some leeway, so he turned around and went to collect other people's answers first, but he suddenly stopped him.

"truth!"

I looked back at him impatiently, only to see him groping for a long time before taking out the test paper from the drawer. Pulled by hand.

"I see that your cultural teachers are very gentle, so they haven't finished it, and they won't do anything to you."

Pu Wei's expression was still tangled, his eyes fixed on my shoes, and he didn't dare to look at me at all.

I feel strange, although Pu Wei is such a coward, but it is not to the extent that he dare not face up to others, and I don't know when he became like this, once made me feel that this Erjiu studio is really It is time to do some psychological counseling for candidates.

Seeing that his lips were about to open and close, I had no choice but to bring out some elders as pies, and walked down the steps and said: "I told you before, when the pressure is very heavy, if there is any inconvenience, you can tell the teacher. You can come to me, anyway, I have lived a few years longer than you."

As soon as the words were finished, Pu Wei raised his head with a flushed face, his hands resting tremblingly on his knees: "When the lunch break... I can, can I come to find the truth..."

I thought to myself that the art test has forced people to look like this, so saying "no" at this moment seems a bit too wicked.

"Come find me after dinner, where are you? Do you have any free classroom at noon?"

Pu Wei buried his head and seemed to think for a while, then slowly said: "... Is the empty toilet on the innermost floor okay? There is a small balcony outside."

I carried my homework and walked to the office. The lights in the corridor swayed from side to side due to the typhoon. When I passed by the lounge, I saw that the door was ajar. That female class teacher.

The more I looked at her, the more I felt that something was wrong. Every time the distance between her and Tang Ling was less than one meter, I felt that she would sexually harass Tang Ling in the workplace. I wanted to find an excuse to rush in and save the beauty, but I overheard their conversation.

"Don't you think that Yu Zhen's attitude was different from Chen Wumian's at that time?" She said, "Don't tell me that you can't see what he has in mind."

Tang Ling lowered her eyes and flicked the lighter repeatedly, before saying after a while: "What's on your mind?"

She didn't answer directly, but just said: "I'm young, it seems that I fell in love with someone very easily when I was in my teens." After a while, she laughed again, "Maybe at that time there were too many hormones, heartburn."

Tang Ling said, "I know."

"You know? Since when?"

Tang Ling went to close the crazily sounding blinds, and the shutters cast long mottled shadows on his side face.

"From the funeral, he made sure I walked with him."

"I heard what happened on the day of the funeral from Chen Xing. That kid might really be a bit of a stickler." She said, "You said that you will treat him like you dumped me and everyone else. Will he not think about it?"

"He won't." Tang Ling paused, and said unexpectedly, "I won't either."

Faced with her shock, Tang Ling just said calmly: "Do you really believe that there will be long-lasting feelings? I just found out recently that he doesn't believe it either. That's why we're together."

"You're always self-righteous."

"maybe."

Leaning against the door, I just felt cold hands and feet, and for the first time I couldn't figure out what was going on in my heart.Rationality always tells me that maybe Tang Ling is right, his mind always seems to be so clear, but emotionally I doubt myself, am I really so selfish?Could it have been just me thinking I was loving someone with all my heart?In my eyes, this kind of love will definitely surpass all worldly concepts, so it should always be fierce and turbulent, so it has become a necessity to be linked with life, because that is the most important thing to me.

The door creaked and I saw Tang Ling coming out as soon as I raised my eyes, and I was even more flustered for a while.

"I'm collecting my homework."

Tang Ling looked at me quietly, I had no choice but to react intentionally, staggered artificially clumsily, the rolling mountain collapsed in my hands, and fell towards the door with a crash, followed by the female class teacher who seemed to be frightened, He took a few steps back again and again.

I smiled and squatted down to pick up the paper: "Sorry, I fell down and disturbed you."

Tang Ling also squatted beside me, but she didn't help me pick up the paper at all, just staring at me in place, with the work card on her chest dangling back and forth.

I covered my ears and asked, "What were you talking about just now?"

Tang Ling said: "There will be an event the day after tomorrow, and Chen Xing said to hold a simple school celebration party to let the students relax."

I said, "Is it still loose? No matter how loose it is, the bark will fall off."

I leaned over to look at the playlist in his hand: "No way, Chen Xing wants to sing Cantonese songs? No one here can understand it!"

There are lyrics attached to the title of the program, but it is not in simplified Chinese, which really dazzled me.

The female class teacher said: "Just listen to the song and feel it. Besides, this song is so famous, so many people have heard it."

She looked at the lyrics and read the chorus, then caught these two lines and asked Tang Ling if she had heard it, and Tang Ling nodded.

To be honest, my Chinese is not fluent enough, and these few paragraphs on the paper are even more garbled and meaningful, but I can't see this kind of atmosphere where I am the only one who doesn't understand the whole world, so I said stubbornly: "I can understand this. As for the lyrics, I haven’t heard much about the song, so I don’t quite understand it.”

Tang Ling moved closer, carefully looked at the clumsiness and hypocrisy in my eyes, and then smiled lowly: "If you can understand the lyrics, you should know what to listen to."

Tangling's voice really didn't match his appearance, it was so low that it resonated, and it always made people's ears itchy when he spoke softly.There seemed to be a strange wave passing by, I curled up and shook my head, and it took me a while to realize that this seemed to be the first time I heard Tang Ling speak Cantonese.

Although Tangling emphasized that they spoke Cantonese, I was confused and couldn't figure out the reason for the difference.

I suddenly thought of the address where I saw his family send things last time, so I asked at this very strange time: "You are really from Cantonese..."

Tang Ling held her chin and said, "I lived in Chaozhou when I was very young, but later moved to Guangzhou."

As if it was the first time he talked about this kind of thing, the female class teacher also asked in amazement: "Don't you usually speak Chaoshan dialect?"

Tang Ling said that no one in his family could speak Teochew, but he could understand it, so he could basically understand Baima's dialect.

"But you speak Mandarin without an accent," I said, "so I haven't given much thought to where you are from."

Tang Ling said lightly: "Maybe I went to Beijing for training because of my sophomore year in high school."

It's the first time I know where Tang Ling is from after fooling around with Tang Ling for so long. I may be really lustful, and I haven't paid attention to these details.

Only then did I realize that one or two things can be reflected in my usual diet, for example, he made scrambled egg toast for supper last night.Tangling's version is really different from the one I ate in the tea restaurant. He will throw butter into the pot with a cold face, so it looks extra rubbish and delicious.There is no way, what kind of lid is on the top of the pot, people like me deserve to eat junk food.

"I'm hungry."

"Are you eating?"

Unexpectedly, the female class teacher and I spoke at the same time, and we were both silent for a while.

I went to grab Tangling's hand: "You brother Yu decided to treat you to dinner."

The female class teacher also said afterwards: "We have to finish the process before the end of the lunch break."

Tang Ling was probably a little impatient, raised her eyebrows and pulled the process sheet out of her hand: "I'll give it to you before the lunch break."

Without looking at my excited eyes, he got up and walked straight to the end of the corridor.

I chased after him: "Where are you going? Don't you want to eat?"

Tangling only said that she didn't want to eat and went to the lounge to sleep for a while.

I'm really hypocritical, especially after realizing that Tangling doesn't need me as much as I need him, it gets worse.To use an analogy, I'm probably like a stray dog ​​that he took in casually, maybe the kind that didn't even have a name, and I was always worried about when he would let me go or transfer me to other places.He's a good guy, but he's also bad.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that the pile of homework had been soaked by the rain that had blown in. I numbly tried to press it with my clothes to absorb the water, but the ink became dizzy even more, and the edges of the paper curled up.It always seems to be like this, heroism is at work, I think I can save everything, and I think I am saving myself when I run away, but in fact I will only make things worse step by step, and make myself worse.