atypical romanticism

It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon when Zhou Yu arrived at the station.

The subway station was crowded with people, and Zhou Yu squeezed into it with his suitcase. He struggled and struggled for nearly half an hour to get out.

Before she clicked on the taxi-hailing app on her mobile phone, Ms. Yu Hong's energetic voice passed through the crowd and entered her ears.

Yu Hong took the trolley of the suitcase from Zhou Yu's hand, took out a mask from his pocket, stuffed it into her hand, and said, "Put it on."

Zhou Yu: "Why are you wearing a mask? I don't have a cold."

Yu Hong clicked his tongue lightly: "If you are told to wear it, you can wear it. Why are you talking so much?"

Zhou Yu: "..."

His mother's life is hard to break, so Zhou Yu can only wear a mask.

Yu Hong also felt that his tone just now was too aggressive, so he explained: "I didn't watch the news. Didn't something happen in Wuhan?"

Zhou Yu was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Some people have a high fever for no reason, and they are still a family." Yu Hong opened the trunk and put the suitcase in. "It doesn't look too good, let's be smart first."

Zhou Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Wuhan is far away from us, so you are taking too much precaution."

Yu Hong snorted softly: "Don't look down on fever. SARS in 03 also had a fever at the very beginning. It's best not to overdo it if it happens before it happens. It's best to have nothing to do. Let's prepare for something. It's almost Chinese New Year. Although our small county It’s not big, but there are quite a few people scattered all over the country. Just last year’s college entrance examination, I know of a dozen or so students from our middle school who went to Wuhan for the exam.”

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Zhou Yu didn't refute anymore.

She sat in the co-pilot honestly, and opened the dialogue box with Xiang Sheng.

Their last message was an hour ago, and Xiang Sheng sent her a view from the passenger seat.Zhou Yu zoomed in on the photo, and found a little red leaking from the lower right corner of the photo, which seemed to be the paper used to write Spring Festival couplets.

Xiang Sheng said that she can write with a soft pen.

This discovery made Zhou Yu feel a little bit happier after being tortured by the high-speed rail. She forgot that Yu Hong was sitting next to her, and directly sent a voice message: "Teacher Xiang, are you planning to contract the Spring Festival couplets at home?"

Yu Hong glanced at her and asked, "Who should I send the voice to? The teacher called me."

"No one," Zhou Yu said pretending to be calm, "shared roommates."

"Shared renting?" Yu Hong was taken aback, "Don't you live alone?"

Zhou Yu said without blushing and heartbeat: "The landlord raised the rent, so he found a roommate."

Yu Hong nodded, the middle-aged woman's sixth sense guided her to ask the most crucial question: "A man?"

Zhou Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Girl, Mom, where are you going!"

"The last time I told you to meet that child Lin Yi, you were not happy about it. I thought you were in trouble!"

Zhou Yu shook his head helplessly, and said in disbelief: The situation is there, but I'm afraid I'll give you a heart attack.

The phone vibrated, and Xiang Sheng also replied a voice message. Zhou Yu's earphones were out of battery, so he could only transfer the text: "That's right, I have always contracted for our family's Spring Festival couplets."

Zhou Yu was neither surprised nor happy, his heart was full of flowers, and he tapped his fingers on the screen briskly: "I don't know if I will have a chance to see Teacher Xiang's calligraphy skills."

Xiang Sheng replied in seconds: "That won't work, there is a shrew in the family, and she is jealous."

Zhou Yu smiled slightly, pursing his lips to suppress the smile: "But I really want to see it, Teacher Xiang~"

Xiang Sheng: "Mr. Zhou, you have changed."

"If I joked with you like this before, you would blush."

Zhou Yu: "If you get close to Zhu, you will be red, but if you get close to you, you will have a thick skin."

After she finished sending, she looked at the "The other party is typing" on the dialog box, and a smile overflowed her eyes.

Yu Hong glanced at her and asked, "Isn't it cold in the car? Why are your ears so red?"

"Ah," Zhou Yu touched his hot earlobe, and said vaguely, "No, maybe he hasn't recovered yet."

"Tell you to wear more, if you don't listen..."

Zhou Yu silently sent a message to Xiang Sheng: "Your teacher Zhou hasn't changed."

"My mother just said that my ears are red."

Xiang Sheng replied in seconds: "It seems that Teacher Zhou is still far away from me."

Zhou Yu: "It's quite far away, we are thousands of miles apart now."

Xiang Sheng laughed lightly, and coaxed softly, "I won't quarrel with you anymore, and I'll take a picture of what I wrote for you at night."

Looking at the news, Zhou Yu suddenly looked forward to the appearance of the moon.

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After arriving downstairs, Yu Hong took the suitcase out of the trunk and said, "I won't go up, there's still class at six o'clock."

At the beginning, out of concern, the school wanted Yu Hong, an old comrade, to lead the first and second grades of senior high school, and the stressful thing of leading the graduating class was not something an "old comrade" could bear.

Through constant bargaining, Ms. Yu Hong continued to serve as the teaching director of the second year of high school, and also worked part-time as the class teacher and English teacher of the experimental class of the second year of high school.

Just as Zhou Yu was about to go upstairs, Yu Hong shouted again: "You come to the school after dinner to give a speech to the students in my class to encourage and encourage them. These children will start a round of review within a few months of the new year. Now, they must be wound."

After giving the order, Yu Hong drove away in the car. There was no chance for Zhou Yu to say his refusal.

"Come here once a year, children nowadays are neither short of chicken soup nor poisonous chicken soup!" Zhou Yu shook his head helplessly, complaining about it, and she dared not disobey Yu Hong's orders.

After opening the door of the house, Zhou Zhou was feeding the birds on the balcony. After hearing the sound, he shouted: "Little fish is back, you are hungry. Your mother went to buy ribs for you to stew in the morning."

If Yu Hong is a "female chivalrous man" who will be strong all her life and is in a hurry, Zhou Zhou is a "hermit" who is extremely good at keeping quiet in troubled times.

He is indifferent to his ambitions, does not fight or grab, let Yu Hong jump in a hurry, and he lifts the cage to tease the birds.

The 25-year-old Zhou Yu is very envious of this kind of stable life like an old dog, but the teenage Zhou Yu only thinks that he is like a decoration in this house.

Zhou Yu simply packed his luggage, and just sat down at the dining table, Zhou Zhou sized her up, hesitated for a moment, and asked with a smile: "Xiaoyu, your son from Mr. Liu's family..."

——She knew that Yu Hong would not give up.

Zhou Yu interrupted Zhou Zhou impatiently: "Dad, I just came back, can we wait for me to talk about the blind date?"

Zhou Zhou hesitated to speak, and sighed: "Don't dislike your mother's long-windedness. You are a girl who is so far away from Shanghua. Although she is stubborn, she still misses you in her heart. It's all for your own good."

For your own good, these four words are especially magical.All the gorgeous rhetoric is self-defeating in front of these four words.

"Yeah." Zhou Yu nodded, but didn't speak again.

Zhou Yu finished his meal, took a shower, and then looked at the time - it was ten past seven, and the WeChat message that Yu Hong urged her to arrive quickly was also in place.

She opened her clothes and picked them up. Although Zhou Yu was not very willing to deal with these kids, her professional habits did not allow her to appear in public in disgrace.

She picked out a black coat, a short denim jacket, paired with a white bottoming shirt, a pair of simple jeans, and a pair of Martin boots.

Zhou Yu looked at the outfit in the mirror, and it became more and more familiar - isn't this Xiang Sheng's style?

She put away the contact lenses she was going to wear and put on the framed eyes that she didn't wear often.

That's right, the glasses are Xiang Sheng's body.

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She followed Yu Hong into the classroom, and Yu Hong officially introduced to the students: "This is your senior sister Zhou Yu. She was admitted to Shanghua University with a score of 656, and now she works in that "SHINE" magazine. ..."

Before Yu Hong finished speaking, the students in the classroom were already boiling, and Zhou Yu heard a few exclamations amidst the commotion: ""SHINE"!"

"Shen Nanfen's last magazine cover, I didn't get it!"

"What's the fuss!" Yu Hong maintained order with a cold face, and there was still a hint of pride that couldn't be concealed in her eyes—but this pride was well hidden when she looked at Zhou Yu.

"Talk to them. I still have a meeting over there. If the meeting is over before the end of the lecture, I will hand out the papers on the podium."

Zhou Yu nodded, and the faces of the students in the audience were full of lovelessness.

After Zhou Yu confirmed that Yu Hong was not watching at the door, he relaxed and said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhou Yu. Just like you, Teacher Yu was once my head teacher."

"Sister, can I ask a question?"

Zhou Yu was not in a hurry when he was interrupted, and replied with a smile: "Of course, I didn't intend to hold any inspirational meeting for you. I believe that Teacher Yu must have fed you these things on weekdays."

Everyone teased, it was affirmative.

"I won't ask any more," said the student who asked the question, "Sister, you have already answered my question just now."

Zhou Yu chuckled lightly, helplessly helping his forehead.

"In fact, I don't have any experience to share with everyone here," Zhou Yu adjusted his glasses, "In terms of learning experience, everyone here is a seedling from Qingbei; in terms of views on life, Mr. Yu's decades of life experience The views you express may not necessarily have a place in your hearts, let alone me, so you can ask what you want to know, and I will know everything."

After finishing speaking, she looked at the classmates who were looking at each other in dismay, tapped her fingers on the paper in front of her, and added: "The most important thing is, if we do it this way, maybe this set of papers won't need to be handed out to you."

As soon as the voice fell, someone immediately asked: "Senior sister, what major did you study in university?"

Zhou Yu: "My undergraduate and graduate studies are both majors in ancient Chinese."

The person who asked the question was taken aback: "Isn't "SHINE" a fashion magazine?"

"Yes," Zhou Yu nodded, "I'm not in charge of the design work, I'm in charge of planning."

"Sister, did you plan the cover that came out in January this year?"

Zhou Yu: "I have participated."

"Then senior sister, is Shen Nanfeng really good-looking?"

"She is very beautiful," Zhou Yu recalled, and said seriously, "She is not very photogenic."

The female classmate who asked the question was visibly frustrated: "I'm even more sad that I'm so good-looking and still not photogenic."

After answering a bunch of other questions, I finally had a serious question: "Sister, is university really as easy as the teachers say?"

"University," Zhou Yu said after thinking for a while with downcast eyes, "University does not have many classes, but what major do you study for this score? It is true that you can get 60 points in the test, but there are absolutely no teachers in the [-] points." It's so easy to talk, you are near the end of the period, are you tired?"

"Tired." The students dragged their voices.

Zhou Yu: "University will be more tiring at the end of the semester. As for how tiring, you will know when you go to school."

There was a wail from the crowd.

Zhou Yu looked at them with a smile, and after they calmed down, he continued: "The meaning of the existence of the university has never been just to give us knowledge, its existence, in my opinion, is to give us how to make choices, Having the courage to bear the consequences of your choices is more important than knowledge."

Ten minutes before the bell rang, the discussion in the classroom gradually became quieter. When Zhou Yu was preparing to count the test papers, a hand was raised at the back of the classroom.

"Sister, what kind of person is the photographer S on the cover of the January issue of SHINE?"

Zhou Yu was taken aback, and asked, "Do you know S?"

The student nodded, with a little light in his eyes: "I like her works very much. Her works are very clean, especially the award-winning works, which are free and easy. If I can, I also want to be a Photographer."

"Thank you for liking her work, I will tell her for you," Zhou Yu chuckled, "She is very similar to her work, she is a very good, very good person."

As soon as the voice fell, the get out of class bell rang, and the papers on the podium did not fall into the hands of the students in the end.

Zhou Yu stood by the corridor window and waited for Yu Hong, when the phone in his pocket rang, it was a picture sent by Xiang Sheng.

The moment the picture was loaded, Zhou Yu stopped in place - the handwriting on the gold-sprinkled red paper was upright and majestic, and it could be seen that the writer was solemn at the end of each word.

——"Marriage of two surnames, a contract in one house, a good relationship will last forever, and the match is the same name. Look at the peach blossoms on this day, and the IKEA, and the melons and melons will be endless in the next year, and you will be prosperous. I would like to write to Hong Jian with the white-headed agreement, good The alliance of red leaves will be recorded in the mandarin genealogy. This is the proof."

"I thought about a lot of auspicious words, but I still think this is the most auspicious."

At that moment, Zhou Yu suddenly understood why the person being proposed to marry was crying.

The world is so big, there is such a person, you are absent for a quarter of her life, but she still loves you unabashedly and passionately, this in itself is a thing worthy of tears.

The voices in the corridor were noisy, and the wind was cold outside the window. Zhou Yu began to look forward to spring and the peach blossoms.

At this moment, Zhou Yu never imagined that this winter would become a barrier between her and Xiang Sheng.

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The author has something to say:

"Marriage of two surnames, a contract in one house, a good relationship will last forever, and the same name is matched. Look at the peach blossoms burning in IKEA today, and the melons will be endless in the next year, and you will be prosperous. I would like to write to Hong Jian with the white-headed agreement, so that the red leaves The alliance, contains the mandarin genealogy. This certificate." It is the wedding oath of the Republic of China.