she's a rose she's a gun

The south of the Yangtze River in December is very different from the north. Something that makes it difficult to tell whether it is rain or water vapor hits people's faces wetly, and the cold elements in the air always find opportunities to get into the seams of coats.

Jiabei is a small city close to Shanghai, an international metropolis, but it rarely retains the originality and simplicity of the Jiangnan water town. The inland river winds from the city to the outside, nourishing the land and life of this side. The city is erected in a low voice, telling a long legend in a low voice in the misty rain and fog.

After getting off the car, Wenming held up an umbrella and walked with Mu Yang on the gravel road leading to the community.

"It's been a long time since I felt this kind of weather." Mu Yang covered Wen Wenming's right hand with his left hand and rubbed it lightly.

Civilization smiled: "How long has it been since you came back?"

"It's been about 8 years. After I went to college, I didn't come back."

"So long?" Civilization asked in surprise.

Mu Yang looked at the surrounding street scene through the umbrella: "Well, I went to college on the front foot, and my parents moved away from here on the back foot. I don't have any other relatives here, so I have no reason to come back."

"Then... is there a reason in the future..."

"Ah."

Hearing the answer he wanted to hear, Wenming took Mu Yang's hand contentedly and walked towards his home.

"I'm back." Wenming opened the door of her house. Her family lived in an ordinary community, and she could feel the unique smoke and fire of a small town in the corridor.

"Mingming is back!" A middle-aged woman came out of the room and looked at the two dusty children with a smile on her face.

"Don't call me Mingming!" Wen Wen said every word. At this moment, she hoped that her own mother would just shut up and watch them from the sidelines.

However, Jiang Jin and Madam would never listen to her own daughter. She put aside civilization, looked at the young woman next to her, and greeted enthusiastically: "Hey, is it Mu Yang? They have grown up so much!"

Mu Yang smiled beside him: "Hello, Teacher Jiang."

"What's your name, Mr. Jiang, just Auntie."

"Mom, when I came home last year, you were still enjoying watching Mu Yang's TV dramas on TV." Wen Wen poker-faced his mother's hypocritical politeness.

Jiang Jinhe, who was exposed, was not at all embarrassed, but enthusiastically took Mu Yang's hand and led her into the room. Wen Wenming was behind her and even heard her mother keep saying, "After all, she is a star, her skin is so good"" It looks much better than Mingming" and so on.

civilization:"……"

This time when the two went home, Wen Wenming told their parents a day in advance that they were going home for New Year's Day. The old couple were very happy, after all, they hadn't seen their child for a year.

When Wen Wenming said on the phone that he would take his classmates back to celebrate New Year’s Day, Mu Yang was also listening. She didn’t say anything, and after hanging up the phone, Wen Wenming didn’t explain anything. A careful tacit understanding.

Civilization is not ready to show its cards to parents.

"Civilization is back?" Lao Wen, who was cooking in the kitchen, poked his head out, and quickly shrank back.

"Here you are, Dad."

The dinner table.

"I remember that Mu Yang came to play at our house when I was in junior high school." Lao Wen picked up a chopstick of his favorite dish - sauced duck, and said while stuffing it into his mouth.

Jiang Jinhe tapped her husband's bowl lightly: "Don't talk while you're chewing."

Mu Yang politely replied: "Yes, I have been here twice."

"Who would have expected that the little girls at that time would be big stars now?" Jiang Jin and herself also picked up a piece of sauced duck with chopsticks, but put it in Wenming's bowl.

Ms. Jiang Jinhe is a Chinese teacher in Wenming Junior High School, but she has never taught them. Perhaps it is the unique temperament of a Chinese teacher. Although Ms. Jiang is nearly fifty years old, she still exudes an inexplicable aura all over her body. heritage.

Wen Wenming's father, Wen Chang, is a typical man of science and technology. He works as an engineer in a power plant. Apart from being a good cook, another characteristic is that he obeys his wife's orders.

Wenming doesn't like sauced duck, but when he saw his mother's stern eyes, he reluctantly swallowed it.

Wen Chang's eyes brightened at that moment: "How about it, dad is good at it."

"Hmm..." Wen Wenming faltered, while refilling Mu Yang's glass of water.

"Uncle's cooking is very good. It's been a long time since I've had such an authentic local dish." Mu Yang ate with relish.

"I just said that Mu Yang likes it. I saw it when I was in junior high school. It's not like he's a picky eater." Jiang Jinhe said happily.

Wenming glared at Jiang Jinhe.

After lunch, Wenming stood by the window, looked outside carefully, then turned around and asked Mu Yang: "The rain has stopped outside, do you want to go out for a walk?"

Mu Yang nodded, and went to the room to get his coat.

When the two put on their shoes and were about to leave, Wenming thought for a while, and reached out to Jiang Jinhe who was standing at the door looking at her two: "The key."

Jiang Jinhe smiled softly: "I've prepared it a long time ago, so I knew you would go." Then he handed Wenming a bunch of keys.

Wenming, who had been seen through his mind, curled his lips, took the key, took Mu Yang and left the house.

Leaving Jiang Jinhe at the door watching their backs while not forgetting to ask: "Don't lose it to me!"

Wen Wenming and Mu Yang stood in front of the gate of their junior high school—Jiabei No. [-] Middle School, with infinite emotion in their hearts.

After standing for a long time, Wenming took out the keys, pulled out one of them, and gently poked it into the keyhole: "Go in."

Eleven years have passed, and the corridors of the teaching building of Jiabei No. 11 Middle School have not changed much except that they are a little older than they remember. The student's handwritten newspapers, and the faded school motto are still hung on the middle corridor, as if they have traveled back to the appearance of more than ten years ago.

"Here we are." Civilization stopped at the door of a classroom.

Mu Yang looked up, and at this time, the nameplate of this classroom said "Class Three, Year Two", but she stood at the door, only glanced inside, and recognized that this was the class they graduated from that year - Three Years class one.

Wen Wenming gently pushed the classroom door, but unexpectedly the door was unlocked. She and Mu Yang looked at each other and walked into the classroom silently.

At a glance, the classroom has undergone many changes. The blackboard on the wall has been replaced with a large multimedia screen. The desks and chairs have all been replaced by metal and plastic. The tables are colorfully decorated by students. The table mats and the arrangement on the wall are also a little more modern.

"It's great, them." Mu Yang said with emotion.

"Well, I sat there back then, and you sat there." Wenming pointed to the two seats in the back row.

Mu Yang followed Wen Wenming's fingers, and immediately returned to the old days of junior high school.

The two of them are not at the same table, but in the front and back rows diagonally. Wen Wenming only needs to turn his head to the rear right, and he will see Mu Yang studying hard with his head down.

As if feeling the gaze of Wenming, Mu Yang, who had lowered his head, raised his head slightly, and saw Wenming winking at him.

She understood, reached under the table, groped forward to the left, and soon touched Wen Wenming's warm little hand.

She withdrew her hand, looked around, and after confirming that the head teacher was not in the classroom, she quietly opened her palm, and there was a small note there without anyone noticing.

"How much did you figure out for the last question in the math homework?"

Mu Yang quickly wrote down the answer on paper, and sent it back to Civilization through the same path.

"47Π, is it the same?"

"Same, yay! Stop by the stationery store on your way home tonight?"

Mu Yang knew which store Wen Wenming was referring to. Since a new large stationery store was opened downstairs from her house, the two of them agreed that this was the only one that deserved the word "stationery store".

"Self-study is over tonight, don't you need to go home early?"

"Just a minute, and I was supposed to go to my new house to close the windows tonight."

Wen Wenming's family had just bought a new house not long ago, and it was in the community across the street from Mu Yang's house at that time. Going to the new house to open and close the windows became a good excuse for her and Mu Yang to go home on the way.

Mu Yang smiled slightly, picked up a pen and drew on the paper an expression of an OK villain, just about to pass it on to Wenming, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of her turning her head back.

Mu Yangxin raised her throat, she lowered her head and pretended to be looking for a book, while quietly glanced at the back door of the classroom, after only one glance, she quickly turned around and nervously continued to calculate the problem on the paper.

Sure enough, their homeroom teacher's face was now pasted on the glass window of the classroom's back door.

"Now this kind of desk can't pass notes." Wenming lowered his head and looked carefully at the desk in front of him, interrupting Mu Yang's memory.

Mu Yang smiled: "You should be able to send messages directly now."

"That's right, the great invention of passing notes is about to be lost in the campus, the time is really fast." Wen Wenming glanced at Mu Yang regretfully.

"Let's get out of here first? It's not good to stay in other people's classrooms for too long."

The two of them walked aimlessly along the corridor, and walked to the office of the mathematics group without knowing it.

"Squeak——" the door suddenly opened, and a man with a cup came out. He was startled when he saw Wen Wenming and Mu Yang.

"Huh? Who are you?"

Wen Wenming and Mu Yang were also taken aback, and couldn't help but take a step back until they both saw each other clearly.

"Mu Yang?"

"Teacher Fan?"

The middle-aged man in front of him was Wen Wenming and Mu Yang's homeroom teacher and math teacher - Fan Yi.When teaching them more than ten years ago, Fan Yi was still a young teacher who had just graduated from a normal university. They, looking at the back door in the self-study class is one of his common methods.

More than ten years later, the high-spirited young male teacher has become a 40-year-old middle-aged male teacher. The most obvious changes are the slightly bald head and a larger figure.

"Mu Yang, you are a big star now! I saw you on TV a few days ago!" Teacher Fan shook Mu Yang's hand excitedly.

Mu Yang smiled and said, "How are you doing?"

"It's still the same as before, continue to be my math teacher, when did you come back?"

"Just arrived this morning."

"Oh, just in time for the New Year's Day holiday... um..." Teacher Fan finally noticed that there was a girl next to Mu Yang, and he turned his attention to Wen Wenming.

Wenming touched his head in embarrassment: "Mr. Fan, you probably don't remember me, I am..."

"Civilization? It's civilization, right!" Teacher Fan asked with some hesitation at first, and then nodded affirmatively to his guess.

Wenming was a little surprised: "You still remember me? My grades were average back then, and I wasn't outstanding..."

"Of course I remember." Teacher Fan said earnestly: "I didn't recognize you just now because your appearance has become too big. You were not so good-looking in junior high school. Now you are on par with Mu Yang, just as good-looking!"

Wen Wenming was very moved by this straight man's speech, and she bowed lightly.

"By the way, I heard from Mr. Jiang that you became a policeman, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"It's amazing." Teacher Fan praised: "They have all grown up to be useful to society."

Mu Yang looked at the empty office behind Fan Yi, and asked strangely, "Teacher Fan, what are you doing at school during the holidays?"

"Oh, I'm here to approve the test papers. Yesterday's test papers haven't been finished yet." Teacher Fan seemed to suddenly remember something: "By the way, I won't accompany you for now. I have to approve quickly, and I have to go back to the evening with my family." It’s New Year’s Day, so please take a look around.”

Wen Wenming and Mu Yang bowed at the same time, saying goodbye to the junior high school head teacher who had been with them for three years.

The author has something to say:

Wen Wenming and Mu Yang returned to their hometown to celebrate the New Year, while I was responding to the call of the country to celebrate the New Year on the spot. . .

There are so many memories in this chapter...

This chapter is relatively easy, here is the gap between the cases, let the two cubs rest, and she will start busy again the day after tomorrow~

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