The sky was dark and drizzling.
The white walls and gray tiles are simple and ancient.
Moss climbed up the corner wall, and creepers crawled out of the yard, looking at the new world outside. The wooden door was old and the paint was peeling, but the copper lock was rubbed shiny because of the long time.
In this remote and narrow alley, few people usually pass by here. Only some old residents come in and out, and occasionally a photographer with a unique vision brings a girl in a white dress to take artistic photos and then takes her to a hotel for sex.
However, today a large crowd of people gathered in this alley.
Forty students wearing raincoats stood in the alley, chatting and laughing in groups of two or three, stretching the line infinitely and making it look quite lively and spectacular.
Two thirty. It was the time for classes at Suzaku Middle School.
A student looked at his watch and said, "Huang Haoran, why hasn't Teacher Fang come yet? Class is almost about to start."
"That's right. He asked you to bring us here, why hasn't he come here himself?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Fang must have gone to borrow a boat. Didn't he go to borrow a boat last time at the Que River?"
"Li Hao, are you sick? This is not Que River. Where did Teacher Fang borrow the boat? Where did he sail from?"
"I was just joking. You have no sense of humor -"
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Huang Haoran frowned slightly, hesitating whether to call Teacher Fang again to urge him.
Zheng Guodong, Li Yang and Chen Tao also came to class today because they really couldn't continue to ask for leave. Besides, if they kept asking for leave, even if Fang Yan couldn't control them, they would have already lost the war.
However, now they have learned their lesson and do not speak out easily to provoke war.
Chen Tao took out a cigarette and passed it around, then took the initiative to help Zheng Guodong light it up, saying sarcastically, "I don't know what new tricks this idiot will come up with."
"Maybe it's a surprise?" Zheng Guodong sneered. "Anyway, we'll just follow the plan we agreed on. We won't take the initiative to provoke him, so as to avoid him catching us with something. This time, even that old guy Zhang Shaofeng came out to protect him, and my dad was not very happy about it. But if you don't ask for death, you won't die. With this guy's personality of being a troublemaker, he will help us catch us with something sooner or later. Then we'll kill him with one strike and drive him away."
"Mr. Zheng is right," Li Yang echoed. "Let's just stand by and watch until he makes a mistake."
"Hasn't that already been a mistake?" Chen Tao laughed. "The teacher is nowhere to be seen during class time. Do you think we should report this to the school?"
"As the monitor of Class 9, I should call the Academic Affairs Office and ask." Zheng Guodong said proudly, pulling out a cell phone from his pocket and preparing to dial.
"Teacher Fang is here." Someone in front exclaimed.
Then, a group of people rushed towards the direction where Fang Yan was coming from.
Just now Zheng Guodong and the other two were standing in the middle of the crowd, but in the blink of an eye, they were the only three standing alone in this half of the alley.
The three of them felt somewhat sad; it seemed that they had become separated from the masses of the people.
"Mr. Zheng----" Li Yang looked at Zheng Guodong with embarrassment.
Now they are faced with a dilemma. If they go over, they feel embarrassed. If they insist on holding on, not only they, but probably all the classmates will feel embarrassed for them.
"I am the squad leader and I have to maintain discipline," said Zheng Guodong.
"Yes, yes. That's it." Li Yang said with a smile.
Fang Yan looked at the smiles on the students' faces and knew that they were both happy and looking forward to the two classes today.
This is exactly what he wants. If students are willing to learn, why should they worry about poor academic performance
"Huang Haoran, is everyone here?" Fang Yan asked.
"There are 41 people in the class, and 40 are present. Qin Yitian is not here." Huang Haoran said. "He didn't ask for leave either."
"Yeah." Fang Yan nodded. "Qin Yitian will be here in a while."
Since Qin Yitian had already asked Fang Yan for leave, Huang Haoran had nothing to say.
Fang Yan looked at everyone with a smile and asked, "Now you should know which text we are going to learn in this class, right?"
"Rainy Alley." All the students shouted in unison.
They were learning "A Farewell to Cambridge" on the Que River. It was raining today, and they were brought to this ancient alley by the Chinese class representative. How could they not guess what text they were going to learn today
"Yes, today we are going to study "Rainy Alley." Fang Yan said with a smile. "We studied "Farewell to Cambridge" earlier, and everyone should have some preliminary understanding of modern poetry. I also asked everyone to try to write a poem, and many students wrote very well. Today we will strike while the iron is hot and continue to deepen everyone's impression and feeling of poetry."
"Teacher, do you want to read a poem to us?" a student asked.
"Yes, reading in this Rain Alley feels so good-----"
"Teacher Fang, you are so handsome. You can always surprise us."
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Fang Yan waved his hand and said, "Shh, everyone please keep quiet."
All the students held their breath, knowing that Teacher Fang Yan was about to start his lecture.
Fang Yan smoothed his hair, making it look even messier.
Then he borrowed a male classmate's black-framed glasses and put them on his nose, making him look more artistic.
boom!
He opened the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and then raised it to cover his head.
Fang Yan walked to the middle of the alley with an umbrella, looked into the distance, and chanted softly: Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I walk alone.
Wandering in the long, long
The lonely rain alley
I hope to meet
Like a clove
The sad girl
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Click!
Click!
Click!
A girl in a white cheongsam with small flowers walked slowly towards them. Her long hair was piled on top of her head. Her red high heels tapped on the stone path again and again, making crisp and pleasant sounds.
"Oh my god, there really is a lilac girl-----"
"That's Qin Yitian, that's Qin Yitian-----"
"Oh my god, Qin Yitian is so beautiful, so beautiful----my goddess-----"
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Even Zheng Guodong, Li Yang and Chen Tao became excited. Zheng Guodong laughed and said, "Luckily we are here, otherwise we wouldn't be able to see Qin Yitian-----"
"Hush." Huang Haoran was the representative of the language class, and he had the responsibility to maintain classroom discipline. Now the students were shouting loudly and affecting Teacher Fang Yan's lecture, so he could only stand up and remind everyone to keep quiet in time.
Seeing Huang Haoran's actions, the students immediately fell silent.
Zheng Guodong opened his mouth, but swallowed back the words he wanted to say. He was afraid of arousing public anger, and even more afraid of arousing the anger of the goddess.
He is also Qin Yitian's pursuer and admirer.
Fang Yan became more and more satisfied with Huang Haoran, and thought that he would hold an election in a few days to make Huang Haoran the Chinese class representative.
It would be great if Zheng Guodong could be removed from his position as squad leader. He has not fulfilled his responsibilities as a squad leader and has instead brought an extremely negative influence to the class.
Unfortunately, Fang Yan is not the class teacher and cannot decide on the appointment of class monitor.
I, the descendant of Fang's Tai Chi, cannot even decide the appointment of a student official as a class monitor - there seems to be no necessary connection between the two, right
The alley became quiet again, with only the sound of wind, rain and high heels tapping on the ground to be heard.
Qin Yitian, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walked closer and closer, and her simple and beautiful face became more and more refreshing.
In the past, Qin Yitian always wore school uniforms and casual clothes, which were neat and simple. Except for occasionally putting a baseball cap on her head, she had almost no decorations on her body.
But even so, she is still the beautiful, noble, one-of-a-kind Qin Yitian.
Wherever she stood alone, she was the queen.
She stood with a group of people and she was still the queen.
It was the first time they saw Qin Yitian wearing a cheongsam, the first time they saw her with her long hair tied up on top of her head, revealing her slender neck like a swan. It was the first time they saw her showing off her tall yet curvaceous figure, and the first time they saw her wearing those red high heels that seemed to step into the depths of her soul with every step.
The first time Fang Yan saw Qin Yitian wearing a cheongsam, he felt his heart skip a beat.
These boys had even worse self-control. They stared at the students with their eyes wide open and some of them drooled without even realizing it.
"Isn't it beautiful?" they thought to themselves.
Fang Yan's voice brought them back to reality in time, and he recited with expectation and affection:
"She does"
"The color of lilac"
So, all the students looked at Qin Yitian's complexion.
In the hazy smoke, she walked gracefully like a goddess.
No, she is a goddess.
“Scent of lilac”
Although no one has smelled it, no one would deny that Qin Yitian has the same fragrance as lilac. Oh, it's even more fragrant than lilac.
"Sadness Like Lilac"
Qin Yitian had a blank expression on his face, just walking with a small umbrella in his hand in a fresh and clean manner.
However, at this time and place, in this situation, they all felt that Qin Yitian was indeed sad and lonely.
She is so outstanding and has no friends, how can she not be lonely
"Complaining in the Rain"
“Sad and confused”
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Qin Yitian walked towards Fang Yan, and the two walked face to face.
"This girl passed by me"
"She went away silently, far away,"
"To the ruined fence"
"Walk through this rainy alley."
Qin Yitian and Fang Yan passed each other without speaking, no nodding, and no eye contact.
Two strangers in the vast sea of people met by chance, but had no destiny to know each other.
The high heels were getting farther and farther away, and Fang Yan couldn't help but turn around and look around, with a confused expression and sad eyes.
"It feels like I've experienced a sad love story." A girl said in a low voice with red eyes.
(PS: Lao Liu wrote this very seriously! Please give me some red tickets and monthly tickets for encouragement!) (To be continued)