Qinghong

In the four seasons of the year, I like spring and autumn the most, neither hot nor cold, and the temperature is in a comfortable space.Tianjin's summer is hot and humid, and winter is dry and cold, two annoying extremes.Ning Qing came to my class as an undercover agent in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and it was surprisingly cold. He was very angry, wearing a thin woolen coat, with half-length bangs covering his eyes, exposing his sharp chin.He tried to listen to the class at first, but after a while, he fell asleep holding his chin.

At a quick glance, I can't remember too many details, a random classroom test, he held up the paper in astonishment, looked left and right in a panic, he didn't bring a pen.I handed him a pen and a piece of draft paper, and he buried himself in the writing, frowning and thinking hard, and finally handed me a test paper with a crying face drawn on it.

I took the test paper, but he tried to sneak out of the classroom with his back bent. I called him, "Wait, Ning Qing." His name and student number were written on the test paper.

He stopped, turned to look at me, and lowered his eyes in shame: "Teacher, I'm sorry."

"This grade is very dangerous, you don't want to fail?" I asked him.

He looked at me with wide eyes.

"Come to my office for an hour every day, and I will teach you." I said, in order to reduce the failure rate in the class, I am willing to spend extra labor to tutor students, but most of the time, students will make excuses to shirk. Be prepared to be rejected.

He looked at me in surprise, opened and closed his mouth like a fish spitting bubbles, and said, "Okay."

Later, when I was drinking one day, I asked him why he agreed to my tutoring invitation. He came to the university to perform tasks and didn’t need to care about the final grades. He said that my expression was too sincere, and it violated his conscience to refuse me.

"Teacher Zou."

A soft female voice interrupted my memory, I looked up, and it was Xia Xianxian, my graduate student: "Is there something wrong?"

"This question..." She handed me a notebook with neat and elegant handwriting, "Can you explain it to me?"

The topic is algebraic topology. I picked up a few papers on the desktop: "Go back and read these. There are detailed explanations in it. Ask me if you don't understand."

"Okay." She took the paper, pursed her lips and stood there, "Can I read here? There is no room in the library, and the dormitory is too noisy."

"Okay, sit across from me." I said, and glanced at the wall clock. Seven o'clock in the afternoon is the peak time of the library. Usually, I will go to the playground at this time, relax and come back to write my thesis.I lost all interest today, and I blankly turned over a page of the thesis without thinking about half a sentence.

"Teacher... Teacher Zou!"

"Huh?" I looked at Xia Xianxian.

"This sentence." Her slender fingers slid across the paper, her skin was white and transparent, and the blue blood vessels were faintly visible, "I, I didn't understand it."

I explained the overall logic, and my eyes stayed on the bruise around her wrist: "I hit it?"

"Yes." She tugged at her sleeves, covered her wrists in a concealed manner, her eyes dodged, "Accidentally."

I closed my mouth, the ring-shaped bruise was not a mark left by the impact at all, it was clearly the injury caused by someone holding her hand hard.Xia Xianxian didn't want to tell me the reason. We are all adults, so I naturally wouldn't ask the bottom line.

Xia Xianxian stayed in my office until nine o'clock. She put on her schoolbag and said, "Thank you teacher."

I waved: "Be careful on the road."

She pursed her lips and smiled, showing a small dimple: "Okay, goodbye."

Ning Qing also has a dimple on the right cheek.

After sending Xia Xianxian away, I was left alone in the office.The office of the Faculty of Science is like a storage room, full of materials, papers, draft paper, drawing tools, blackboard and whiteboard, and model props. Teachers from other colleges come to us and make fun of us every day.

It is easier to think of Ning Qing when no one is around. Half a month after I got the news of his death, I lived in a trance, dazed, like a deer whose eyes were dazzled by the headlights. where.

I tried my best to poke my head out of the memories left by Ning Qing and take a breath of fresh air.

Before I could react, I was dragged into the quagmire again.

Ning Qing came to my office alone at my invitation, this time he brought a pen and two pieces of A4 paper.

I asked him where he couldn't do it, and he took out his second grade in high mathematics, turned to the first page, and said confidently, "Start from here, and everything after that will not work."

I looked at the book, looked at him, and looked at the book again. He laughed and said, "Mr. Zou, can you not teach me?"

How is it possible, I rebelled against my heart, picked up a pen and told him the knowledge points of Chapter 1.He yawned, I knocked his head, he drank water, I knocked his head, he guessed, I knocked his head again.

He complained: "I'm going to be knocked stupid by you."

"I'm stupid." I said, "Don't blame me."

He was so angry that he slapped the table: "I have solved this problem now, which proves that I am not stupid."

About half an hour later, he whispered, "I'm a fool."

"You made a mistake here, it's 2, not 1." I pointed to his formula.

He suddenly realized: "Oh oh oh."

"Hurry up and write, big fool." I teased him, he has a comfortable temperament, very easy to trust, full of affinity.

He puffed up his cheeks, writing like a real college student, and after a while... he couldn't count.

"I won't," he said. "This." He pointed to the formula and looked at me.

"Add the root sign to extract the common factor." I said.

Gradually, his problem-solving speed increased, like a propelled train, which can run naturally with the initial speed.I saw him on the road, picked up the paper at hand and continued to read, giving him some pointers from time to time.

The birds were chirping outside the window, he was writing rapidly, and the nib of the pen was rubbing against the paper, making a rustling sound. I looked over the upper right corner of the thesis paper and landed on the broken hair hanging from his forehead, and said in a ghostly way: "Your hair is too long, it covers you. Eyes, not pretty."

The rustling stopped, he bent his eyes, and asked with a smile: "Teacher, you don't understand, this is a manifestation of melancholy temperament."

I tilted my head: "Melancholic temperament?"

"Whatever, girls like it," he said.

I laughed at him: "You live in 2010? Girls don't like Prince Melancholy for a long time."

"I like you, the type of high-spirited professor?" He stretched out his hand and said to me without any surprise, "Give me your glasses."

I wear a pair of [-]-degree metal-framed glasses, and when I take them off, the world turns into piles of hexagonal mosaics in my eyes.I took out a tissue to wipe off the oil on the temples of the glasses and the bridge of the nose, and handed it to Ning Qing.

Ning Qing put on the glasses, pushed the frame with her index finger, and asked me triumphantly, "How is it?"

I honestly said: "I can't see clearly."

He stood up and leaned in front of me, very close, almost nose to nose: "How is it?"

I was startled by his movement, my breathing intertwined, I squeezed my fingers to control my facial expression, and carefully considered the words: "It's okay."

"Not as good-looking as you." He backed away boredly, took off his glasses and returned them to me, "Why don't you wear contact lenses? Blind your beautiful eyes for nothing."

I put on my glasses without saying a word, and looked down at the paper to hide my panic. His eyes were clear and wide, as if crossing the Haihe River in Tianjin.I seldom pay attention to a man's appearance, good-looking or ordinary, but the difference between a rival in love and a passer-by. Ning Qing's appearance pointed me to the third way, and I wanted to chase him.

I don't remember how the first tutorial ended, it should be a flat farewell.

At 09:30 in the evening, it's time for me to go home.

My house is not far from Tianjin University. It is a staff housing allocated by Tianjin University. Although it is small in size, with one bedroom and one living room, the location is excellent. The commercial housing in the same area is more than 4 yuan per square meter.Ning Qing lived in a staff dormitory in the suburbs, and was envious of my house, wishing to equip her dormitory with wheels and push it around my house.

Carrying my bag, I walked to the narrow road at the back door of the community. Small carts lined up neatly on both sides of the road, such as hot dry noodles, fried skewers, stinky tofu, fruit lao, pancake fruit, roasted cold noodles, flower nail powder, octopus balls and Egg-filled pancakes, a collection of various snacks.I had dinner at six o'clock, and walked through the street full of snacks, and the scent aroused the glutton in my stomach, "A serving of hot dry noodles, more spicy." I said.

"Okay." The owner quickly put the noodles into the pot, put sesame paste, capers, peppers, diced radish, brine, and meat sauce into the bowl, and asked while the noodles were boiling, "It's so late to get off work?"

"Yeah." I replied, tilting my head, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a very familiar figure from behind, and it flashed by, like Ning Qing, but not like Ning Qing.

"Are you a teacher?" the shopkeeper asked curiously.

I nodded, and he smiled honestly: "Doctor? My son said yesterday that he would get a Ph.D."

"Yes." I said, "It's great for children to have dreams, and to read them with hard work."

"He, one idea a day." The shopkeeper shook the big bowl vigorously, and mixed the noodles and sauce evenly. "In the second year of junior high school, he got a three-good student, and the teacher praised him for being smart." There was a faint sense of pride in the words.

"It's a good thing to love learning." I said, and took the packaged hot dry noodles, "Thank you."

"Slow down." He waved his hand.

I wave and leave the booth.Two small warm yellow lamps are hung on each booth car to illuminate their respective small areas. The dining car and the dining car are next to each other, like a row of well-formed fireflies.

The two-lane road is full of dining cars on both sides, and the forest belt is as dark as a cave.I always feel that someone is hiding in a corner and watching me. This feeling of being watched is very uncomfortable. I quicken my pace, step through the back door of the community, and turn my head to glance unconsciously. There is nothing.

Maybe I'm overthinking.

I took a deep breath to calm my beating heartbeat.The roads in the community are not straight. On the winding paths in the woods, there are often residents walking their dogs quietly.There were people walking in front of me in twos and threes. A young boy in a black T-shirt and a peaked cap passed by me.

It's too much like Ning Qing.

I endured and endured, I didn't reach out to grab him, I stood there watching him run away, walked to the door of the unit and opened the door to enter.

Maybe it's because of my lovesickness, I always think of Ning Qing when I look at it.