The last time I actually entered the gate of Lida, it was because of Lu Zhichun and Zhan Zhengxing. At that time, they were furious at the atrium, and they just chased and ran around blindly. Now, looking at Lida, there are green trees and shallow canals, the pedestrians are very slow, and the scenery is really beautiful. . It's just that there is an undertone of timidity in his personality. When he sees a college student who is rubbing shoulders, he is full of vigor and vitality, but he still feels dwarfed by comparison.
Before hanging up the phone call, Zheng Siqi said that he would send him the washed photos at night. Qiao Fengtian thought about it and didn't agree. He admits that he is selfish, secretive and petite, and he wants to approach him without Zheng Siqi noticing it; even if he can only be friends with him with an impure mind that cannot be clearly stated.
Qiao Fengtian walked along Cuihu Lake, followed a few signs erected in the school, and looked for the humanities office building that Zheng Siqi told him. The house is not new, it is the same old red brick building as the attached primary school of Lida University. It is late spring and summer, and the red silk grass is more dense and green, with a quiet and deep ancient meaning.
The corridor on the third floor was very quiet, with a little yellow light drifting in from a window at the end.
"Chinese Language Group 304."
Qiao Fengtian muttered, pressed the brim of his hat, and knocked on the door. He wore a black baseball cap and temporarily covered his red hair. After all, it was where Zheng Siqi worked. He was afraid that he would be conspicuous and cause him trouble.
The person who opened the door was not Zheng Siqi, but a female teacher with a ponytail, and there was a name tag hanging on her chest, which said Humanity Mao Wanjing. Qiao Fengtian glanced sideways and saw the layout of the office - it was not a single room, but there were four desks inside.
"Who?" Mao Wanjing looked at Qiao Fengtian and blinked.
"Zheng... Teacher Zheng." Zheng Siqi was not there, his Macbook was sitting on the table on the left by the window. A thermal water cup, a single-color water-based pen, two hard-shell textbooks stacked on top of each other, a handful of green radishes that are growing happily, and a piece of transparent light green traces printed on the table. A light-colored suit jacket was placed on the back of the chair, still in a way that can press out pleats.
"Old Zheng." Mao Wanjing twisted her hair, smiled and let him in, "Your surname is Qiao?"
Qiao Fengtian lifted his hat and looked at her, "Do you know me?"
"I don't know that." Mao Wanjing bowed her head and took him a cold glass from the water dispenser, "Old Zheng told me before leaving, that if you are coming, he will take you to Chunhua Building in the South District, where is he? Sophomore class."
"Class? Weekend class too?" Qiao Fengtian took the water, "Thank you."
"The university is occasionally."
When Qiao Fengtian arrived, he couldn't hold back his hands, but he took Zheng Siqi's suit without treating himself as an outsider. the back of the chair. Mao Wanjing laughed silently at the movements of his subordinates, and Qiao Fengtian felt embarrassed and coughed speciously, "I won't go to class, I'll be waiting outside."
"Hey no, don't wait for you when the class is long." Mao Wanjing waved her hand, "Lao Zheng's elective is a big class, no one knows who it is, it doesn't matter, just go in through the back door, no one can see you rest assured."
Qiao Fengtian squeezed the paper cup noncommittally, and swallowed a mouthful of water with a smile.
Mao Wanjing turned her head very familiarly and whispered in Qiao Fengtian's ear, "Tell you, Lao Zheng's class is interesting, you won't lose if you listen to it."
Qiao Fengtian said it was false not to be excited, not only because he was listening to Li University's class, but also because the lecturer was Zheng Siqi. I have seen him drive, eat, and read books. So what kind of look should he look like in class; body, demeanor, speech, including the rhythm of breathing and breathing, Qiao Fengtian is curious, and wants to see it in person and re-enact it in his heart.
Qiao Fengtian walked up the escalator of Chunhua Building to the second floor, his palms were hot and humid. When you go up to the open-air corridor, you can hear the different sounds coming from the classrooms that are teaching. Mao Wanjing told Qiao Fengtian that Zheng Siqi's class was in A207, which was a large classroom, so after passing A201, Qiao Fengtian was even more nervous and expected the two to be awkwardly awkward with each step he took. From time to time, he would look back, as if he was afraid that someone would pass by and find out that he was not Lord Li.
A short distance away, Qiao Fengtian stopped at the half-open back door of A207.
The podium in the Leigh University classroom has its own amplifier, looking in from the gap in the back door. The first five rows were filled with students, and there were only three or five in the back. Zheng Siqi, who was in front of the huge projection, used his voice in a very pleasant and relaxed way, and his voice gently spread to the student seats in front of him.
Zheng Siqi always seems to be in formal attire in class, the most simple monochrome shirt and dark-patterned tie. He must say what he has done carefully, probably he has raised his sleeves to reveal a forearm and a men's watch; He deliberately combed his forehead hair higher and pressed it on the back of his head, revealing his eyebrows and forehead. His face is facing the sun, and his facial features are very clear.
Zheng Siqi was debugging the equipment and seemed to want to connect to the campus network. Qiao Fengtian hid himself behind the door, showing only half of his face, looking at him bowing his head and showing a clean leather shoe from behind the podium. The line of this ridge is too smooth and smooth, and it shows Zheng Siqi's shapely and slender too much, disturbing Qiao Fengtian's mind, he wants to tiptoe close to the front door.
If the door is open, it will be able to see his current style more clearly.
Fortunately, it is open, but the angle and timing of the peeping are very particular. If you stretch your head less than an inch, you can't see it; For the first time, Qiao Fengtian was so focused on a matter other than a haircut, holding on to the door that opened outwards, his heart was thumping.
It's a pity that the other person's figure had just entered his eyes for less than a second, when Zheng Siqi turned his head sideways as if he had sensed it. Qiao Fengtian was caught off guard, unable to hold back the momentum, and looked directly at him without any barriers. When Qiao Fengtian saw Zheng Siqi raised his eyebrows, he was about to turn around and slip away while pressing the brim of his hat.
"I rely on."
"Hey."
He didn't take two steps backwards when he heard Zheng Siqi calling him. Because of the loudspeaker, this sound was extraordinarily broad.
Zheng Siqi paused for a moment, pushed down his glasses, and said with a clear smile, "The late classmates walked in through the back door and slipped away to deduct their usual points."
As soon as the words fell, the class burst into a kind of low-pitched laughter.
Zheng Siqi took the sophomore elective, the selection of Chinese modern and modern novels, and the PPT is a lecture one by one. Today, I am talking about "Border Town", the representative work of the writer Shen Congwen. Qiao Fengtian couldn't think of anything else to do. He bravely entered through the back door, and under the joking glances of the other students, he sat down with his head in a crooked position, and he didn't dare to take off his hat.
Zheng Siqi didn't say much, smiled inexplicably, stood up as usual and tapped on the blackboard, and wrote Junyi's word "Border Town" on it. Then put the chalk into the slot, and brush the dust off her hands.
"Continue our lessons."
Coincidentally, Qiao Fengtian has also read this book. When Lang Xi was in the first year of junior high school, Qiang was asked by the head teacher to complete the classic Sinology of reading characters. Over the years, I have forgotten what I have read, and I can only remember the Phoenix Water City in western Hunan in the book. I can't even remember whether the heroine is called Susu or Cuicui. Now, it is mentioned in Zheng Siqi's class by mistake, and it has the meaning of reminiscence.
At that time, Qiao Fengtian was hesitating to himself about his unusual appeals and thoughts about men. Everything is still under his control, and he can temporarily leave it to him. Now that I think about it, it's really a rare free day.
The side windows were not closed, and the wind rushed into the classroom. The closed beige curtains flew slowly, and the light and shadow flickered on Zheng Siqi's face. Every time he said a word, it would fluctuate, leaving colorful traces like water. Qiao Fengtian looked at him with his chin up.
Zheng Siqi's courseware is concise and clear, without a series of clichés and nonsense, and more of a key highlight, which is naturally undertaken by the author and the work. When he mentioned the essentials, he knocked on the desk and signaled the students to look up and said, "Shen Congwen needs to express a 'form of life' in his works, a form of 'healthy and beautiful but not against human nature'." Zheng Siqi After a pause, "Has anyone read this book and have an opinion?"
Whenever a topic is raised in class, the response must be dead silence. As if he was not afraid to be the first bird, he asked "what's the benefit", and he laughed around, and Qiao Fengtian also followed.
Zheng Siqi looked at him and pushed his glasses, "Good point."
Another girl asked, "Is that a bad word?"
"Add more, to show comfort." Zheng Siqi smiled at the girl and saw a boy in the back row raise his hand, "Tell me."
"I think it's Utopia." The boy in black T trousers, with pimples on his forehead, stood up and leaned his thin back with little confidence.
Zheng Siqi nodded thoughtfully and raised his chin, "How do you say it?"
The boy touched the back of his neck and blinked, "First of all... The first is the beauty of the scenery, Shen Congwen, uh, the natural scenery in the novel, such as green mountains and green water, the white tower at sunset, etc., away from the war, Shen Congwen seems to outline A paradise away from the world."
Zheng Siqi got off the podium and walked back along the aisle between the seats. Qiao Fengtian thought he was going to approach the boy in the back row who was speaking, but he didn't expect the other party to move closer and closer to his position. Zheng Siqi lowered his head and glanced at Qiao Fengtian, then turned around and leaned against his desk, and said to the boys outside the two groups, "Very good, you continue."
Qiao Fengtian saw the shirt in front of him sticking to his back, neatly tucked into the waistband of his suit pants, the faint smell of softener lingering on the tip of his nose.
"Secondly, it is the beauty of human relationships... Yes, human relationships are beautiful. Then, these relationships include the family relationship between Grandpa and Cuicui's fingertips, the brotherhood between Nuosong and Tianbao, and so on. They all, uh, how to say." The boy Involuntarily, he gestured his arms, "I don't care about gains and losses, I don't ask for anything in return, I'm willing to give, and treat each other sincerely. I think this is beautiful."
Qiao Fengtian raised the brim of his hat, looked at Zheng Siqi's hand, and at the thin callus beside the first knuckle of the middle finger of his right hand, the snow-white pen ash was glued to it.
"Very well, you sit down and report your student number to me later." Zheng Siqi held the desk with his hands and had a tendency to stand up straight. Qiao Fengtian thought he was going to leave, but he didn't expect him to turn back.
"What about you, little classmate, do you understand?" The ending sounded upward, as if deliberately making things difficult.
Qiao Fengtian blinked at his turned face, and looked away for two seconds, before he nodded in a guilty conscience.
Zheng Siqi bent his index finger and tapped lightly on the brim of his hat, leaned his arms close, and spoke to him in a lower voice than before, as if he was deliberately only letting him hear.
"I don't even bring a pen and paper to my class, it's ridiculous."
After saying that, he laughed, but he didn't hold back.
on purpose.
It must be intentional, and even bluffing himself to attend the class must be intentional. Qiao Fengtian sneered in his heart with certainty, pressing the tip of his nose while pressing his hot cheekbones.