"Yesterday was his first seven!!!"
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The keyboard stopped typing, and He Yu got up from the desk in the staff dormitory.
In a house of less than 60 square meters, in the living room separated by a wall, the old-fashioned TV was still playing a long poem and variety show, accompanied by the rustling of snowflakes when the signal was not good.
The sofa is still the sofa in the story, the refreshments, the biscuit box, are still there.
But the clock on the wall was 8:09, and the street lights were on outside, not late at night. It was the summer season, the air was dank, the moths were circling under the lights, the mosquitoes were flying low, and the rain had not yet fallen.
The teenager left the small study room in the staff dormitory, pushed the door and went out. Light and shadow shot in obliquely through the dirty window glass, making the light and shadow of the entire space somewhat illusory, and the illusoryness was better than the story he had just written.
A young woman was lying on the sofa with the air conditioner turned on low. She fell asleep under a coral fleece blanket, with a few tissues in front of her that wiped away her tears and snot.
He Yu said, "Wake up."
"Ok… "
"stand up."
"Don't be noisy... I didn't sleep much at all..." the young woman snorted sleepily, smacking her lips, "Lie down for a while..."
He Yu was about to say something else when the variety show in front of the TV began to introduce old movies.
"Everyone has a Brokeback Mountain in their hearts..."
He suspends the wake-up service for her and takes the remote to switch channels.
He Yu hates homosexuality.
"Welcome all viewers to watch our medical health column—"
Change the station. He Yu also hates doctors and hospitals.
"Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly in the past, but also a vivid butterfly..."
This time, let's not change it for the time being. According to his taste, this can barely be used as a background sound.
He Yu put down the remote control board, glanced at the woman who was still lying on her back and snoring, turned around and went to the kitchen, opened the greasy refrigerator, and her face was illuminated by the lights.
He swept the stock in the refrigerator several times, took out two eggs, a piece of ham, and found a bowl of overnight leftovers. Then he raised his voice and asked the woman who was still sleeping in the living room: "Xie Xue, you Are there any onions here? I didn't find them."
The woman was silent.
"I'll make Yangzhou fried rice for you."
There was silence outside for a while, and He Yu turned around again and saw that the young woman had gotten off the sofa at some point and went to the kitchen: "...then you need two eggs and a large piece of luncheon meat."
He hesitated again and asked, "Would you?"
He Yu rolled up his sleeves, turned back and smiled politely: "Sit outside and wait. It will be soon."
The woman named Xie Xue went to another room and wandered around.
She saw the computer opened in the study, sat down and browsed the word: "He Yu! Are you using me as a prototype?"
The sound of the range hood was loud, and He Yu asked, "What?"
"I said! Are you - taking me - as a prototype??" Xie Xue came out holding his computer, "This, Teacher Xie in the ghost story!"
"Oh." The boy was silent for a while, smashed an egg, and smiled, "Yes. You are the person I imagined."
"Art comes from reality, Teacher Xie."
"But you wrote that you have a crush on me?"
"…Art is different from reality, Teacher Xie."
But he lied in the last sentence.
He really had a crush on her.
He Yu and Xie Xue have known each other for more than ten years.
Xie Xue is five years older than him. This year is her first year as a choreographer at the School of Art of Shanghai University, and He Yu has become a student in her class.
When Xie Xue saw the roster of choreographer and director freshmen, she was surprised to play He Yu on WeChat: "It's a fucking coincidence! It's a book! In the two choreographer classes I want to teach, there is actually a boy with the same name as you!"
At that time, He Yu supported him and sat on the seat by the window, looking at the flickering lights outside the apron, the phone rang, and the familiar avatar popped up. He looked at the news of the girl he had had a crush on for ten years. Just as he was about to reply, there was a notification on the radio that the crew asked to turn off the communication equipment.
He Yu turned his face to the side and thought for a while, but instead of replying to her, he turned off the phone.
Where in the world are there so many coincidences
idiot.
Of course he worked hard for it.
—It is totally different from the story He Yu made up.
He is not only poor, but also not ugly. He is very handsome. The son of a pharmaceutical giant was born with a golden key. He studied abroad in high school, but when he learned that Xie Xue had obtained a teacher's qualification certificate after graduating from University and became a lecturer at Shanghai University, He Yu spent less than half an hour thinking, and then went to the Go to the admissions official website of the School of Arts of Huzhou University in China.
A few months later, the School of Art of Huzhou University opened.
However, teacher Xie Xue Xie, who took office as a new official, is still too young to know the dangers of the workplace.
Jiang Liping, the counselor who is in charge of choreographing and directing the first, second, and third classes of the freshmen, is the school's famous eccentric. It is said that this person needs to be educated or not, and he has to sleep with the school manager to get a spare job in the school. Teacher Jiang is beautiful and beautiful, and he is not ashamed of the servants.
When Xie Xue rushed to class with her notebook in her hand, she saw Jiang Liping in a red dress reaching the ground, occupying her podium and handing over notes to the freshmen.
"Sorry, Teacher Jiang, the first class has already started..." Xie Xue tried to remind her.
Unexpectedly, the other party waved his hand: "Wait a minute, the early self-study time is too short, and I still have the last two requirements."
I don't know if it was deliberately making things difficult, but Jiang Liping's last two points were finished after fifteen or six minutes: "Okay, that's all I want to tell you, so I won't delay your class. That... I'm sorry, I didn't remember the new teacher. What's your surname, do it well, don't be nervous."
Teacher Jiang stepped on five or six inches of scarlet high heels and walked away. The long skirt of Hong Kong style and ancient charm raised red waves proudly behind her, leaving Xie Xue with a gray face and a sullen face to come to the podium with a computer.
Damn it.
Jiang Liping was fine if she didn't say it. As soon as she said it, Xie Xue swallowed her saliva nervously.
Most of the students of the famous school have outstanding abilities and are not easy to convince. Their trust in young teachers is not as high as that of old professors, not to mention Jiang Liping kicked Xie Xue gloomily before leaving.
This group of people immediately understood, oh, it turns out that the teacher in their class was an intern teacher who didn't even remember the name of the counselor.
Is this still great? Rao is Xie Xue with three fires in his chest, but he couldn't stop the saliva of the students in a large classroom. It took only ten minutes for a newcomer to the workplace, Teacher Xie, to go from full of self-confidence to stammering, and then his eyes and feet became dizzy.
So she didn't notice at all that the tall male student was sitting in the last row of the big classroom, turning his pen lazily, leaning on the back of the chair and looking at her.
"Hello everyone, I'm your choreographer. My surname is Xie, and my name is Xie Xue. That..."
The student didn't buy her account: "Teacher, how old are you this year?"
"Sister, why don't you order a cup of milk tea with us?"
"Teacher, you look younger than me..."
Xie Xue saw that the scene was a little out of control, so she was at a loss, so she pretended to be ruthless like a paper tiger: "Quiet! I won't make trouble with you. When you are in college, you must not let down your great youth, and you must study hard. Let's be realistic, I am here. People are very strict and hard to talk, and the chances of students failing a course are far higher than those of my other colleagues. You are all good at yourselves, don't take my words seriously. "
He Yu couldn't help lowering his head and laughed, the smile fell to the corner of his lips, and he hooked it at will—
She is an idiot.
The classmates in the classroom were silent, looking at her like a monkey, some boys sighed directly, packed their schoolbags, and left immediately.
"Hey! Classmate! You—"
"Teacher, no matter how fierce you are, I won't be able to pass the exam. I still have a date with my girlfriend, so let's go first."
"It's really interesting that Shanghai University would actually recruit such interns who use failing subjects to threaten people with attending lectures. We were admitted to this university because we were admitted to this university, not to do guinea pig experiments for new teachers, right? Why is our class? It's you who brought it, but the class next door is Professor Shen? I'm going to write a complaint letter to the principal, so I won't accompany you."
Xie Xue was embarrassed.
Although Qiangzuo calmly asked the names of these students and deducted points for them with a small board, Xie Xue was obviously hit hard and couldn't recover for a long time, and the content of the prepared courseware was also forgotten in a mess. Three papers and no donkeys talked for a long time, and finally got to the expected very interesting interactive session, but no one was willing to take the initiative to cooperate.
"Teacher, let me come."
Just when she couldn't hold back her tears and was about to flee, a boy's voice suddenly came from the last row of the classroom.
Xie Xue was tortured so badly that she didn't realize how familiar that nice voice was, so she looked at the rescuer with tears in her eyes.
Then she saw the boy whom she hadn't seen in three years, Xie Xue opened her mouth in surprise for a moment: "He, He Yu?!!?!"
The boy was sitting in front of the desk. His eyebrows and eyes were fresh, his smile was hooked, and his lips were very thin. Some were sharp, and some were evil, just like the moment when the young Liu Jianming raised his head to look at the drunken arry in "Infernal Affairs", With the smugness and lust that young boys have when they find their prey.
He raised his eyebrows: "Long time no see, Teacher Xie."
—
That's the way it is.
After returning to the dormitory, Xie Xue couldn't hold back anymore, and began to cry uncontrollably. He Yu liked her, but he was a little indebted to her, so he wasn't very good at comforting her, so he actually said to her, "Then you yourself Cry first, and I'll go to your study to write a story for a while. I'll come out and have dinner with you when you don't feel bad."
"He Yu, can you coax people!!"
"Then do I need to finish the homework you assigned?"
"… Go ahead."
But when He Yu finished writing the story, Xie Xue fell asleep crying.
He was not in a hurry even if he didn't wake up.
Xie Xue likes to eat first and sleep second. As long as she has something to eat, she will be able to get up from the bed in a hurry. This will not change even if she becomes a college teacher.
fifteen minutes later.
"… what is this?"
Looking down at the sticky "fried rice with ham and eggs" that he brought out, the boy couldn't save his face, and said to his teacher with high self-esteem: "Can't you understand, Yangzhou fried rice."
"You call this Yangzhou fried rice?"
"...Then you don't have to eat it, I can order takeout." The boy sternly picked up his mobile phone and searched for a restaurant with the highest rating. However, while he was still filling in the dining address, the doorbell of the staff dormitory rang. .
He Yu raised his almond eyes: "What. My colleague is looking for you?"
"No, I haven't even gotten to know them yet." Xie Xue put down her chopsticks and looked up at the clock, "It's now, who is it..."
As she spoke, she pulled her slippers and ran to the entrance.
After a few seconds—
"Brother!" Xie Xue's surprised voice came from the door, "Why are you here? Aren't you working overtime today?"
"…!!"
With the word "brother", the thunderbolt shook the sky. He Yu's sullen and absent-minded expression was instantly broken, and countless dark memories quickly ran through his reflex arc in the blink of an eye.
He immediately got up, grabbed the disgraceful fried rice on the table, and quickly headed towards the kitchen trash can.
But it was too late, Xie Xue took her eldest brother into the house.
"Brother, I haven't had time to tell you yet. He Yu has returned to China. He is actually a student in my class. He is sitting in the room. You two haven't seen each other for a long time, haven't you?—Hey, He Yu!" Xie Xue stopped him, "Where are you going with your plate?"
"… "
never mind.
Now that he's back home, he's bound to meet again.
He Yu stood with his back to them, cleaned up all the real emotions on his face, and then slowly turned around, with a gentle and graceful posture.
Compared with the elder brother of the Xie family, who was thirteen years older than him, his aura seemed to be no different.
He looked at the man who had a three-point similarity to Xie Xue, the head of the Xie family.
Then the boy squeezed the back of his neck with his backhand, glanced at his eyebrows, and paused for a moment: "Long time no see, Doctor Xie.... You seem to be... "
He looked at him.
The man was still the same as before, with stern brows and sharp facial lines, a very aggressive face outline. His eyes are good-looking, similar to Xie Xue, with a pair of peach blossom eyes, anyone who has such a pair of eyes will look very charming, but he is amazing, he forcefully interprets what it means to be born from the heart, a thousand miles of peach blossom lake can be loved by him Frozen into Xuanbing, the two brothers and sisters clearly have the same eyes, Xie Xueneng is very charming, but he is not charming at all, his eyes are cold, and he has a temperament that refuses people thousands of miles away.
Very domineering, very authoritarian / authoritarian temperament. Like a big boss in a feudal autocratic family, it's best to match his pale face with a set of black velvet sable fur with a strong aura, and then add two warlord silver dangling chains at the front of the shirt, and then it's all right. .
He Yu finally smiled kindly, but there was no smile in his eyes:
"You seem to be the same as before, quite young, not old."