Qinghong

Ning Qing is about the same height as me, a full head taller than Xiao Ke who is about 1.7 meters tall. The pajamas are worn on Xiao Ke's body, and the sleeves and trouser legs protrude, which looks a little ridiculous.I knelt down and rolled up my trouser legs for Xiao Ke.

Xiao Ke shrank back a little, and said embarrassedly: "Thank you, teacher."

I clapped my hands and stood up: "It's nothing, go to sleep."

He turned around and covered his ears with his hands: "OK."

I didn't understand why he walked into the bedroom quickly, and closed the door with a "click". The living room was quiet for a moment, and I stood there a little at a loss.After Ning Qing left, I was terrified of being alone, but I was addicted to it, imagining Ning Qing's appearance over and over again like masochistic.Ning Qing has a bright and cheerful personality. I often laugh at him for his unorthodox haircut when he was undercover. Whenever I mention it, he can't help covering my mouth and shouting loudly: "Ah, it's almost done."

The hour hand of the wall clock on the wall slowly pointed to eight o'clock. I wore a casual coat and went downstairs to buy breakfast. I added two eggs and a cup of millet porridge to Xiao Ke's pancakes. I bought soy milk and three lucky buns myself.The air in the morning was exceptionally fresh. I took a deep breath, walked through the back door of the complex, avoided one or two elderly people doing morning exercises and young people running, and stepped into the door of the unit.

I took out the key and opened the door. Xiao Ke was still awake. I put the pancake fruit and millet porridge on the dining table, and put them in the refrigerator after they cooled down.It just so happened that I didn't schedule a class this morning, so I can wait for Xiao Ke to wake up and take him to the police station to take notes.

Turning on the TV until ten o'clock, the bedroom door opened, Xiao Ke rubbed his eyes, and looked at me confusedly: "Teacher Zou, what time is it?"

"Ten past ten," I said.

He scratched his head and walked into the bathroom.

I raised my voice and said, "There is a new toothbrush in the cabinet, take it apart by yourself."

"Okay." He replied.

After washing, he came out and asked me: "Teacher, do you have no class in the morning?"

"No, class at three o'clock in the afternoon." I said, "Breakfast is in the refrigerator, take it out and warm it up, soy milk and pancakes."

"Okay, thank you teacher." He turned into the kitchen, and after a while, there was the buzzing of the microwave oven.

After he finished eating, I used Alipay to transfer him 3000 yuan: "You take it, if you don't have enough, ask me for more."

"I have an IOU." He said, reaching out to find a pen and a piece of white paper from under the coffee table, and neatly wrote the two words "IOU".

He took out his mobile phone to search for the IOU template for a long time, selected one, copied it down, and wrote his name and ID number in the column of the borrower.The loan amount is [-], and the repayment period is three months. I said: "Six months, can I pay it back in three months?"

"Yes." He said, "I can draw."

"Huahua?" I don't know how much money Huahua can make, and seeing his determined look, I can't say anything.

"I can find a part-time painting job." He said, "Don't worry."

"Do you have class this afternoon?" I asked him.

"Yes, I don't want to go." He said, reaching out and stuffing the note into my hand, "Here you are."

"Oh good." I put the IOU in the middle of the wallet.

As a teacher, I should have urged him to go to class, but after reading what happened last night, his mentality was still unstable. I was afraid that he would be pointed at by talkative students when he entered the class, so I said: "Let's go to the police station to take notes first. Then go back to school, what do you think?"

"Okay." He smiled and rolled his eyes, "Listen to the teacher."

I stood up, put on my coat and shoes, and Xiao Ke went out with me.

As I was walking, I was thinking about it. Three months later, it happened to be summer vacation. I asked, "Are you going home for summer vacation?"

"No." He said.

"Look for an internship during the summer vacation." I said, "Sell ice cream or something. My childhood dream was to drive an ice cream truck."

He turned his head and looked at me with bright eyes, expecting me to continue talking, like a young golden retriever dog.

I said: "It's a pity that reality defeated the dream. I went all the way to the Ph.D. and switching to driving an ice cream truck will definitely make headlines."

The two of us chatted all the way, and when we arrived at the gate of the police station, I said, "Don't worry, tell the police uncle well."

He nodded, "Yeah."

Xiao Ke and I walked into the police station together, and we were greeted by a middle-aged male policeman who had been on guard on the roof last night: "My surname is Zhong, Zhong Shiyan."

"Officer Zhong." I said, "Hi, my name is Zou, Zou Lansheng."

Xiao Ke and I took notes separately. It didn’t take long, and it was over in about 10 minutes. Officer Zhong left my mobile phone number and Xiao Ke’s and sent us out of the police station.

"Teacher, are you going back to school now?" Xiao Ke asked.

I glanced at the phone screen: "It's twelve o'clock, have lunch and go back to school."

Find a random restaurant on the side of the road. I ordered shredded pork noodles with pickled vegetables, and Xiao Ke ordered shrimp wontons.

While eating, he started a conversation: "Teacher, I was not only because of my dad last night."

"Huh?" I looked up, "What else?"

"When I was a freshman, I liked a boy, and he told other boys in our class when he found out." He said, "Just two days ago."

I looked at him: "What do other boys say?"

"They didn't say anything. A female classmate told me about it," he said. "I think they were looking at me and laughing at me."

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Nineteen," he said.

"It's normal to care about other people's eyes, and it's normal to look away." I said, "You are only 19 years old, and you have not experienced too many things. Don't influence your own decision because of other people's opinions. Be thick-skinned."

"Well, I listen to the teacher." He said.

We finished our meal and walked back to school. I sent him to the downstairs of the dormitory and told him carefully: "Don't skip class, do your homework well, and don't fail the class."

"Yeah." He took out his phone, "Teacher, can I add you on WeChat?"

"Okay." I opened the QR code interface, "Talk to me when something happens, I'm not much older than you."

He nodded vigorously, tapped the screen with his fingers to pass the friend application, then turned around and walked into the dormitory building, swiping his card to enter.I waved to him and walked towards the office building.

As soon as I stepped into the office, Teacher Kang, who was sitting at the opposite table with me, pushed his glasses: "Xiao Zou, why did you come here?"

"Something," I said. "Have you finished your dissertation?"

"I can't write, I have a headache." He rubbed his temple with one hand, "My son dismantled my fluid model and wanted to beat him up."

"You can't beat me, my own." I said, "You really have to change your habit of putting the model at hand. Last time it was your dog, this time it's your son, what about next time?"

"I can't stop the inspiration." He leaned back, leaned back in his chair, and stared at the ceiling hopelessly, "Dean Qi will miss me if he postpones it any longer."

"Lao Kang's dissertation has been postponed again?" Teacher Bi raised his head from the thick mountain of dissertations, and smiled gloatingly, "It's amazing."

Seeing that Kang Yanfeng couldn't bear to beat up Bi Xuhua, I softened the atmosphere: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, there is no one to replace you when you get sick."

Kang Yanfeng picked up the textbook: "I don't have the same knowledge as you, go to class."

I looked down at my watch, it was ten or three o'clock, and I stood up: "I also have classes, so I'm leaving first."

"Which class are you in?" Kang Yanfeng asked.

"Large class, from the School of Economics and Management." I said, "Building No. [-], how about you?"

"My building is No. [-]." He said, "It's not a building."

We walked to the door of the office building and parted ways, one left and one right towards different teaching buildings.

The spacious amphitheater can accommodate eight classes. When I stepped into the classroom, the first row of tables was filled with books occupying seats.There are many people in the School of Economics and Management, and the pressure of competition is high. The moment before I stepped on the podium, some students had already opened the books and previewed seriously.

"Hi everyone." Just as I finished speaking, the class bell rang on time, "Today we are studying Chapter 4."

I briefly talked about the theory, and copied the examples on the blackboard: "First, we need..."

One class lasts for one and a half hours, with 10 minutes for fourth and 10 minutes for rest, and 10 minutes for fourth.During the break, I went out to use the toilet, and when I came back, I scanned the seats under the podium, and there was nothing unusual.I laugh at myself for being sensitive recently, and always feel that someone is following me.

Picking up the book, I cleared my throat: "Okay, let's continue."

"The definition of an indefinite integral is..." I wrote down the formula, "The operation of differentiation and calculation of indefinite integral are reciprocal."

There was rustling sound of writing in the air above the classroom, and I said, "I'll draw two students to come up and do the questions."

As always, no one raised their hands, so I picked up the roster: "If no one volunteers, I will randomly select the student number."

"Teacher." One arm was raised high, and I raised my head in response. The boy near the corner of the back door was wearing a peaked cap, so I couldn't see his face clearly.

I said: "Okay, come up." I bowed my head, "207432, come up."

The footsteps of "slapping" sounded from far to near, I picked up two pieces of chalk and handed them out, 207432 is a girl, as for the other boy... I paused, he took off his hat, revealing that he and Ning Qing The eyebrows are exactly the same, and there is a small brown mole under the left eye. He reached out to take the chalk and touched my fingertips with his fingertips.

I stared at him blankly, forgetting to speak.

Facing the blackboard, he scribbled a few lines, frowned, thought for a while, and looked at me: "Teacher, I can't."

The voice was low and soft, dragging me out of Ning Qing's illusion forcibly, and I spoke in a panic: "If you don't know it, let it go, let's go."

"How can I do that?" He pretended to be stubborn, and his clear eyes sparkled with teasing, "Teacher teach me."

My eyes drifted past him, looked at the fat magpie on the branch outside the window, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Ning Hong, my name is Ning Hong." He said.

Ning Hong.

I meditated in my heart, avoiding his face, took the chalk in his hand, and completed the following formula for him: "Okay."

He stared at me for a while, stopped smiling, and stood up straight: "Thank you teacher."

Like, very much like Ning Qing, I gripped the chalk tightly and urged him to return to his seat: "Go, I'm going to explain this question in detail."

He stepped off the podium and sat at the corner of the back door. I spread my palms and the chalk was broken into several pieces. I clapped my hands and picked out a new piece of chalk to give a lecture.

After talking for 10 minutes, I looked at the corner of the back door, it was empty, no one was sitting there.

Ning Hong who suddenly appeared in the classroom was like a vain dream. I thought I was hallucinating during the day, and attributed this vision to the sequelae of insomnia last night.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, I stopped lecturing and turned to face the students: "The homework is the homework for Chapter 4, which will be collected in the next class." I took out a wet towel from my backpack to wipe my hands, and the students left the classroom one after another. Shadows cover my podium, "Teacher."

"Ning Hong." I turned my head to look at him, "Who are you from Ning Qing?"

"I'm his brother," he said. "Do you miss him?"

I'm at a loss for words, I miss him, but I don't want to tell anyone, it's my private business.

He asked aggressively: "See me, do you miss him?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, disgusted by his attitude, which was familiar and illogical.

"I mean," he said weakly, bowing his head, "I miss him too."

I was softened by what he said. Ning Qing is his compatriot brother, my good friend, and the person I have a crush on. There should be no distinction between the two of us. I said, "Have you eaten yet?"

"No." He said, "I'm here to see you, and I want to know if you and my brother describe it like it."

"Oh? What did he say about me?" I put on my rucksack and walked out of the classroom.

"He said...you are a smart university professor, and you broke his stereotype of professors." Ning Hong said.

"Did you polish it for him?" I teased, "Do you mean I'm stubborn and naive, a doctoral student who graduated from kindergarten."

He swallowed his saliva: "Yeah."