After Escaping Marriage [GL]

Cheng Zhanxi kissed the woman's forehead, careful not to disturb her.

The dim light of the TV flickered silently in the darkness.

I don't know when the sound disappeared, and the night bugs overwintered in the wet soil of the grass, and everything was silent.

Cheng Zhanxi gently pulled out his arms from under Yu Qingtang's neck, put her on the prepared pillow, covered the woman sleeping on the sofa with a blanket, and the temperature of the air conditioner in the living room was raised by one degree.

Then she squatted down in front of the sofa and touched Yu Qingtang's hair with a light movement.

In the end, she held Yu Qingtang's hand on her waist, clasped it tightly, buried her head and kissed on the back of her cold hand, lifted a corner of the thin blanket, and put her hand in.

Cheng Zhanxi quietly stared at the woman's sleeping face, her eyes extremely soft.

After a long time, Cheng Zhanxi turned off the TV, tiptoed back to the room, looked at the figure on the dim sofa in the living room at the door, and gently closed the door.

Yu Qingtang has been suffering from severe insomnia recently, and finally fell asleep once, and slept very deeply, a rare good night's sleep. She even turned her body sideways in her sleep, as if she wanted to rub her face against something, her expression was calm and peaceful, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

She didn't bring her cell phone, and she didn't have an alarm clock, so she woke up naturally, her muscles and cartilages were tender.

There is an unfamiliar ceiling, the simple decoration style is not much different from the living room of Yu Qingtang's house. Yu Qingtang thought he was dreaming, and after a while, he closed his eyes again and breathed shallowly.

The touch under her body was wrong, and her fingers were not touching the soft quilt. Yu Qingtang opened her eyes abruptly, and turned her head to see the vase on the coffee table. The blue-purple lover's grass was surrounded by a few elegant and pure lilies. Crystal clear water droplets shine.

Yu Qingtang suddenly sat up and looked around.

After recognizing that it was Cheng Zhanxi's house, her subconscious reaction turned out to be a sigh of relief. After that, the rational side went online, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, thinking about why he appeared here.

It seems that Teacher Cheng said last night that she couldn't sleep, and then the two of them watched TV and ate snacks together, and she couldn't remember what happened after that.

But looking at the situation, I know that she fell asleep at Cheng Zhanxi's house.

What about Teacher Cheng?

Yu Qingtang looked around the living room and kitchen, walked to the bedroom door, and knocked politely, but no one responded. Yu Qingtang didn't open the door to go in, but returned to the living room to check the coffee table, and she really found a note.

The woman's handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and it is somewhat unrestrained.

[I went out to sketch, see you at school] With a cute smiley face.

A sentence contains a huge space for imagination.

When did Cheng Zhanxi go out, did she fall asleep like herself last night? What happened after last night?

How did he get on the sofa, and who covered the blanket? Yu Qingtang first put these two issues out of his mind.

Yu Qingtang couldn't stop thinking randomly, folded the blanket over it, walked to the entrance and held the door handle, when she was about to open the door, she paused and looked back.

The door closed.

Yu Qingtang went back to 2101 opposite and went to work after washing up.

"...Miss Yu, hello." The lady on duty at the front desk was stunned for two seconds before greeting the woman in the black trench coat and the same color trousers who came out of the elevator.

"Hello." Yu Qingtang nodded slightly, her voice was cold, and the long-lost feeling of getting enough sleep gave her voice an unnoticeable lightness.

The lady at the front desk watched her back out, lowered her head and turned on her phone, making sure that it was 9:30 a.m. instead of 6:30 a.m. She looked up again in shock at the direction where Yu Qingtang's back disappeared.

Fortunately, No. 1 Middle School did not strictly require a shift system, otherwise Yu Qingtang was late for two classes today just because he slept at home, no, he slept at a neighbor's house, and he was afraid that he would be brought to the office by the dean of education for a good education.

When Yu Qingtang was about to walk to the door of the office, her heart froze for no reason.

Knowing that Teacher Cheng would definitely not arrive earlier than her to go out to sketch, she still stopped at the door and glanced in quietly, the seat belonging to Cheng Zhanxi was empty.

She exhaled softly, and suddenly Yang Li's voice came from behind: "Mr. Yu."

Yu Qingtang's nerves were already tense, and she was frightened by her shout. Fortunately, she was used to it, so she quickly calmed down and replied lightly, "Mr. Yang."

Yang Li held the textbook in her hand and said, "Why don't you go in?"

"Just go in." Yu Qingtang raised her foot and stepped over the threshold of the office.

"Is Mr. Yu's insomnia better?" Yang Li asked.

Yu Qingtang's expression became slightly unnatural.

"It's much better, thank you Teacher Yang for your concern."

"What about Teacher Cheng?"

"I have something to do this morning."

"Oh, is Teacher Cheng usually very busy?"

"No."

Yu Qingtang quickened his pace, returned to his seat, and finally got rid of the greetings among his colleagues.

She sat in the chair for a while, remembered and sent a message to Cheng Zhanxi: [I'm at school]

Cheng Zhanxi did not return immediately.

Yu Qingtang pursed her lips, lowered her head and typed on the screen.

[Yu Qingtang]: When did I fall asleep last night?

Ten minutes later, the phone vibrated twice in succession.

Yu Qingtang put down the red pen and picked up the phone.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Okay, I just came back from the end. It is estimated that I will be at school around 11 o'clock and have dinner together at noon.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: I can't remember. It was about four o'clock. I thought you fell asleep and didn't wake you up.

[Yu Qingtang]: Did Mr. Cheng fall asleep last night?

[Cheng Zhanxi]: No, can I come out early in the morning to sketch when I fall asleep? [Life is not easy, Cheng Miao sighs.gif]

Yu Qingtang: "..."

So she went to someone else's house last night with insomnia, eating and drinking. The owner didn't fall asleep. One of her guests slept drowsily, and she slept until nine in the morning?

But Cheng Zhanxi's words undoubtedly made her feel a little less pressure.

The two of them were essentially a pair of families who had trouble sleeping. In order to get together in the middle of the night, she accidentally fell asleep, but Cheng Zhanxi's luck was a bit worse than hers.

Feeling guilty and guilty, Yu Qingtang asked: [What would Teacher Cheng like for lunch? 】

Cheng Zhanxi: [want to sleep [sleepy]]

Yu Qingtang: [If you don't have class in the morning, why don't you come and go to bed at home. I'll bring you lunch? 】

Cheng Zhanxi is very kind.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Okay, thank you Mr. Yu

[Cheng Zhanxi]: [Photo]

Yu Qingtang clicked on the big picture, it was a foldable easel by the river, with a black toolbox next to it.

The river in Sicheng is meandering, there are rivers in many places, and there is an ancient moat outside the city. Yu Qingtang is a local anyway, zooming in to see the details, and judging from the buildings in the background of the picture, Cheng Zhanxi went to Lipu District in the old city, only two streets away from her grandparents' house.

Not far away is the well-preserved ancient town of Si city government.

Lipu District.

The slightly swaying dewdrops on the grass were dried by the sun, a foot in white sneakers passed by, and white sports trousers wrapped the slender and straight legs. Cheng Zhanxi carried an easel on his back and an oil painting box in one hand. Go around a bench and walk out from the river in the park.

There was an old couple walking towards them. Their hair was more white than black, with silver at the roots. The man's hair was almost completely white, and he was over seventy years old.

The old man was in a wheelchair, and the old lady was pushing behind him, walking unhurriedly.

As a painter, Cheng Zhanxi habitually observes the people, things and things he sees, accumulates materials, and takes a few more glances.

The old couple also cast their gazes at her at the same time.

Cheng Zhanxi and the old couple passed by.

When Cheng Zhanxi was far away, Fang Wenjiao looked back at her back. The early morning fog had long since dissipated. She walked in the sunshine, but it was like walking in white fog, and she couldn't see it clearly.

Fang Wenjiao's eyes moistened.

Yu Qingtang's grandfather clapped his wife's hand, sighed and said, "Let's go."

Back at home, Fang Wenjiao lit three sticks of incense for her in front of Yu Ci's posthumous photo. Sandalwood was lingering. She closed her eyes reverently in front of the mourning hall, and said something in her mouth. There was a slight sobbing in the air.

Grandpa sat for a long time in front of the window where he could see out.

The wind in the yard passed through the small bamboo forest, whining, year after year.

***

Cheng Zhanxi parked the locomotive in the underground garage, turned off the engine, pulled out the key, and walked towards the elevator entrance on the first floor.

She froze suddenly, the image of the old couple just now flashed in her mind for no reason, and a feeling of deja vu surged up.

Cheng Zhanxi frowned, searched from his memory, and determined that he had never seen the old couple.

Cheng Zhanxi temporarily put this matter aside and went upstairs.

There is a digital clock with an alarm clock set on the coffee table in the living room. Afraid that Yu Qingtang would oversleep and delay class, Cheng Zhanxi left an alarm clock for her before going out.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the alarm clock ringing - because no one turned it off, it would ring after a while. Cheng Zhanxi turned off the alarm clock, put the things in the studio, and simply cleaned up and came out to take a shower.

She deliberately slowed down the speed. It was after 11 o'clock after taking a shower, and she couldn't sleep for long. She simply stayed in the studio to sort out the recent paintings and clean up.

ding dong ding dong --

Cheng Zhanxi closed the studio door and said, "Come on."

She opened the door, and Yu Qingtang stood at the door with a few paper bags.

Cheng Zhanxi brought her a pair of slippers and smiled politely: "Please come in."

Yu Qingtang put on slippers and brought her the bag to the dining table.

The two of them took their lunch out of the bag together. The lunch box was beautiful and the appearance was exquisite. At first glance, it was not produced by the canteen or bought on the roadside.

Cheng Zhanxi looked at the logo printed on the paper bag, and she remembered that it was a private restaurant with high consumption. She took out her mobile phone to transfer money: "How much?"

Yu Qingtang said: "No, I invite you."

Cheng Zhanxi didn't insist and said, "Okay, I'll invite you next time." She sat down and took apart the chopsticks and asked casually, "Has Mr. Yu had lunch?"

"have eaten."

"Can you eat more?"

"...Not so much."

"Are you going to sit in the living room for a while?"

"No, I want to go back to take a nap."

"Then I won't keep you, and I won't delay your sleep." Cheng Zhanxi got up and escorted her to the door, and said, "It's still half past one at noon, right?"

"Um."

"An afternoon teacher Yu." Cheng Zhanxi took her by the collar of the windbreaker and smiled softly.

Yu Qingtang glanced at her and said softly, "Good afternoon."

Yu Qingtang walked towards the opposite side, but she never heard the sound of the door closing behind her. She resisted the urge to turn back and walked to the door of her own house, opening the door and entering.

Don't look out from the cat's eye, go straight to the bedroom.

Yu Qingtang searched the Internet for a few paragraphs of white noise, and heard that it was helpful for sleep, so the dead horse put on headphones as a living horse, and closed his eyes to sleep. Various posts and comments were hyped up, Yu Qingtang became more and more sober as he listened, and opened his eyes to look at the digital clock beside him.

1:01.

Yu Qingtang walked out of the bedroom, shifted her position to the sofa, turned on the TV, and reproduced the scene from last night imperfectly - she didn't know the name of the TV series, and she didn't have any snacks at home, so she slept hard.

She felt that just as she closed her eyes, the alarm clock rang in her ears.

Yu Qingtang sat up with a splitting headache, and had the heart to break the remote control.

1:30 PM.

Yu Qingtang closed his eyes and waited for the elevator, taking the time to rest for a while.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't dare to make a sound beside him.

Ding--

Yu Qingtang opened her red eyes, walked into the elevator, and closed her eyes again every second.

Cheng Zhanxi went around to her and pressed her forehead on his shoulder.

As soon as Yu Qingtang's thoughts of struggle came up, he was crushed by the overwhelming drowsiness.

People came in one after another in the elevator.

Cheng Zhanxi stood in the corner around her waist, and after a while, she heard Yu Qingtang's slight snoring.

The elevator reached the first floor, the door opened and closed, and went up to the 20th floor.

The resident on the 20th floor came in, stunned for a moment, and looked away with interest.

Yu Qingtang slept briefly, and when he woke up, he felt that the elevator was still going down. He lifted his face from Cheng Zhanxi's neck in confusion, and asked sleepily, "Is it not there yet?"

Cheng Zhanxi said without changing his expression, "It's almost time."

Yu Qingtang stood up straight, and because of the light sleep just now, there were a few strands of messy hair on his neck, and the black and white became more and more distinct.

Cheng Zhanxi stretched out his hand to pick it out, his fingertips ran across the soft and greasy skin with a calm expression.

Yu Qingtang held her breath and let out a breathless breath after her hand left.

When she got to the office, she closed her eyes and rested for a while. Today, the house leaked because of the overnight rain. She was just about to let herself go when a phone call came in.

It is the parent of the student who is asked to pass a message to a certain classmate in the class, one of the daily chores of the head teacher.

Another parent of a student wanted to know the situation of their child at school. After a phone call for more than 20 minutes, Yu Qingtang had a headache and had to be patient to chat with the parent. She answered the phone and reached for the thermos cup. , unscrew the lid of the cup with one hand, intending to drink tea to moisten the throat.

After pouring for a long time, only one or two drops flowed into the mouth.

Yu Qingtang: "..."

She put her feet on the ground, turned the office chair away, got up and went to the water dispenser to get water.

It was inconvenient for Yu Qingtang to catch the water with one hand, so Yu Qingtang clamped the phone between his ears and shoulders. This posture really tested people. Besides, the screens of mobile phones nowadays are large and touch screens. If you are not careful, you will accidentally touch something.

Yu Qingtang held the thermos cup in one hand, and competed with the mobile phone in the other, and suddenly there was a mass of soft heat behind him.

A helpless and indulgent sigh came from above her head, and the thermos cup in Yu Qingtang's hand was cut off by a slender white hand, and she stared blankly at Cheng Zhanxi, who was half a head taller than her in front of her.

She walked to the side slowly to get out of the way. When the faucet of the water dispenser was turned on, Cheng Zhanxi heard Yu Qingtang say apologetically to the parent on the other end of the phone, "Excuse me, what did you say, can you say it again?"

Cheng Zhanxi's lips slightly raised.

Cheng Zhanxi took her half a glass of water, and Yu Qingtang reached out to take it.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't give it, and put it directly on her desk.

Yu Qingtang covered the phone's microphone and whispered thanks.

Cheng Zhanxi motioned for her to continue calling without being polite to her.

Hanging up the phone, Yu Qingtang leaned into the office chair, rubbing her temples with both hands.

After class, I went to Class 7 to send a message to the parents, and brought back a classmate who Lian Yabing, who finished her homework and left, came in to ask questions.

Cheng Zhanxi had another physical education class in the afternoon, which happened to overlap with Yu Qingtang's math class.

When the school bell rang, Yu Qingtang's mind was like a knife and an axe, and asked Cheng Zhanxi with no change in expression: "Mr. Cheng eats the cafeteria at night?"

Cheng Zhanxi shook his head: "Mr. Cheng doesn't eat in the cafeteria."

Yu Qingtang said, "Then you want to eat at the school gate?"

Cheng Zhanxi still shook his head.

The teachers in the office greeted each other like birds out of their cages and ran to freedom, and after a while, only the two of them were left.

Cheng Zhanxi: "Mr. Yu, will you be watching the self-study tonight?"

Yu Qingtang nodded.

It doesn't matter if she is not in school for one or two evening self-study sessions. If she is absent all the time, she, the head teacher, is too derelict, not to mention that she is the teacher of another class and also has self-study classes.

Cheng Zhanxi said silently, "Let's order takeout then."

"US?"

"I'm almost done." She pointed to the sketchbook in her hand.

"Okay." Yu Qingtang pulled himself together and asked, "What would Teacher Cheng like to eat?"

"Are you hungry? If not, I'll study first?"

"It's okay." Yu Qingtang is mainly sleepy now, so sleepy that he doesn't even want to say a word.

Cheng Zhanxi handed her his U-shaped pillow: "you squint for a while."

Yu Qingtang put the pillow on the table, lay down on the U-shaped pillow, and closed his eyes.

The last sentence I heard before falling asleep was Cheng Zhanxi's soft "I'll call you when I order".

This point is that forty-five minutes have passed. Cheng Zhanxi took takeaways from two star-rated hotels at the school gate. When he arrived at the office, Yu Qingtang was still asleep, with his face buried in his arms, his nose open, his mouth slightly open, and his cheeks asleep. redness.

Cheng Zhanxi pushed his chair over, sat beside Yu Qingtang, resting his cheeks in one hand, and looked at her intently.

Yu Qingtang slept soundly, not even moving his brows. The sound of students walking in the corridor was as far away as if it came from another world.

Cheng Zhanxi gently touched her face with the back of his finger.

There was still half an hour before the evening self-study class, Cheng Zhanxi woke up Yu Qingtang.

Yu Qingtang sat up in a daze, with the seafood baked rice and spaghetti bolognese in front of him, exuding a tempting aroma.

Yu Qingtang wanted to deliver food to Cheng Zhanxi early at noon, so he just bought a pancake to eat on the side of the road. Smelling the fragrance, she suddenly became hungry.

A pair of dismantled chopsticks was stuffed in the palm of his hand.

Cheng Zhanxi folded his hands on the table, smiled at her tenderly, and said, "Eat."

Yu Qingtang looked at her for a long time, as if she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

Cheng Zhanxi reached out, touched her face, and said with a funny expression, "what's the matter? What are you dazed for?"

Yu Qingtang said briefly, "No."

She lowered her eyes quickly, hiding the flash of water from the bottom of her eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't know if he saw it or not, his expression did not change, he pushed the two meals forward with a smile, and said, "Which one is delicious?"

Yu Qingtang picked up a small mouthful of baked rice, shrimp mixed with soft rice, wrapped in fragrant cheese, overflowing with sweetness.

There was a spoon in the baked rice, Yu Qingtang took a sip with the spoon and brought it to Cheng Zhanxi's lips.

Cheng Zhanxi opened his mouth to eat, and after tasting it, he smiled clearly and said, "It's okay."

Yu Qingtang rolled another fork of meat sauce noodles with a fork, blew it, and handed it forward.

Cheng Zhanxi shook his head and smiled: "No, you eat first."

Yu Qingtang was silent and did not withdraw his hand.

Cheng Zhanxi had no choice but to bite the fork and roll the noodles over.

After Yu Qingtang finished eating, Cheng Zhanxi asked, "Which one is delicious?"

Yu Qingtang pointed to the spaghetti bolognese, and Cheng Zhanxi moved the seafood baked rice to him and said, "I think the baked rice is delicious, I will eat this, you eat the pasta."

Yu Qingtang glanced at her again, and the meaning in her eyes was extremely complicated.

There is a bit of sadness, and a bit of inexplicable depression.

Like a person who has been floating on the sea for a long time and is about to sink, she suddenly sees a wooden board floating in front of her. She does not know whether this wooden board can hold her ashore, or whether it is a short-lived hope that will usher in deeper despair.

Sunshine once came to her wilderness, all things grew, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving her an eternal night.

She didn't have the courage to meet a second time.

Yu Qingtang was silent for the whole dinner, and after the meal she asked, "How much?"

Cheng Zhanxi smiled and said, "No, didn't you ask for it at noon? We're even."

Yu Qingtang put away the phone: "I'm going to the classroom."

Cheng Zhanxi had the last bit of baked rice left, and said, "Okay, I'll throw out the garbage after I finish eating, and then I'll go home."

Yu Qingtang nodded.

"be careful."

"You too." Cheng Zhanxi said.

Yu Qingtang went out to class, Cheng Zhanxi looked at her distant figure from the glass window, pursed her lips, and the expression on her face gradually became condensed.

...

Yu Qingtang went to the dormitory area to understand the situation of the students living in the dormitory, and focused on chatting with Xiao Qing for a while, for fear of delaying her rest, it was a long story short.

Rao is so, and it is much later than her usual time to get off work.

When she left the school gate, she took out her mobile phone and glanced at it. There were several messages on the notification interface, from the same person.

10:00.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Are you off work?

10:08

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Teacher Yu?

10:20

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Teacher Yu, are you there? Is your phone out of battery?

The last one was ten minutes ago.

Yu Qingtang clicked on the input box, and was about to type a reply when the screen jumped to the caller interface, and the caller ID: Cheng Zhanxi.

Inexplicably, my heart began to be uneasy, and there was an emotion that was almost joyful.

Yu Qingtang almost instinctively raised the corners of her lips, bit her lip to restrain herself, she calmed down for a few seconds, picked it up, and said lightly, "Hello."

Cheng Zhanxi obviously had a relieved voice and said, "Are you off work?"

"I'll go back after get off work." Yu Qingtang said as he walked. "are you in school?"

Yu Qingtang didn't pay attention to her suddenly happy tone, and she said calmly, "En."

After leaving the school gate and turning around, Yu Qingtang walked along the straight street towards home.

An inadvertent look up, she was stunned.

Cheng Zhanxi stood under a street lamp not far in front of her, holding a mobile phone in one hand, waving to her.

The dim yellow streetlights drew long shadows on the ground, and the two figures overlapped.

Yu Qingtang walked in front of her step by step. Unlike Shadow, she was still a short distance away from Cheng Zhanxi.

Yu Qingtang's thin lips moved, but she couldn't say anything.

Cheng Zhanxi touched her face without ambiguity, just to check her temperature in the cold wind, and asked with concern, "Why do you get off work so late?"

Yu Qingtang said: "I went to see the resident students." After a pause, she said, "The phone is in my pocket, I didn't pay attention."

"It's okay, I'll call earlier next time to ask."

Yu Qingtang hid the lower half of her face in the collar of her windbreaker, and hummed meaninglessly.

"go home?"

This time Yu Qingtang paused for a while, then Fang nodded.

The weather was cold, especially at night. Yu Qingtang put both hands in the pockets of the windbreaker. Cheng Zhanxi didn't insist on holding her, but was very close, the kind of shoulders that would meet when walking.

Yu Qingtang did not avoid it.

When they parted on the 21st floor, Yu Qingtang lifted her pale face from her collar and asked Cheng Zhanxi, "What was the name of the TV series that Mr. Cheng watched last night?"

Cheng Zhanxi signed the play name.

"Mr. Yu, do you want to fall asleep watching a drama at night?"

Yu Qingtang didn't deny it: "I want to give it a try."

Cheng Zhanxi smiled: "Then you are still short of snacks, drinks and fruits. I will send them to you?"

Yu Qingtang obviously did not expect this level, and fell into deep thought for a while.

Cheng Zhanxi: "You have no soul if you watch TV and don't eat snacks, why don't you come and get some from me?"

Yu Qingtang was still hesitating, but Cheng Zhanxi had already taken her hand into 2102, and stuffed a spree of snacks into her arms.

"Do you want fruit?"

"I have it!" Yu Qingtang finally reacted and said quickly, for fear that Cheng Zhanxi would be executed first and then played.

Cheng Zhanxi caught the fright that flashed across her eyes, and couldn't help curling the corners of her lips, and said, "Okay, go back to take a shower and sleep, try lying in bed first, and watch TV if you can't fall asleep."

Yu Qingtang nodded babyly: "Got it."

"Can the snacks be moved?" Cheng Zhanxi asked in a gentle voice as if she really regarded her as a baby.

Yu Qingtang: "..."

Cheng Zhanxi was amused by her helpless expression, he laughed and said, "It's alright, let's go."

Yu Qingtang entered the door with a bag full of snacks and placed it on the coffee table in the living room.

After taking a bath, she lay down on the bed first, as Cheng Zhanxi said, and closed her eyes to try to fall asleep.

There are still many fragmented pictures flashing in her mind, and the messy thoughts are churning in the sea of ​​consciousness, preventing her from falling asleep. Different from the previous time, she could "see" an accurate picture this time, which was about Cheng Zhanxi. She woke up and opened her eyes to see her smiling at herself, so close that she could see her eyelashes clearly.

The surprise at the corner of the road, she looked like she was standing tall under the dim yellow street light, subconsciously, she actually wanted to rush over to hug her, or even do something else.

more and more.

There is a greedy voice in my heart saying: I need all, all.

The eyeballs under Yu Qingtang's eyelids moved rapidly from side to side, trapped in the boundary between sleep and sleep, which made it easier to make people tired.

Yu Qingtang took a deep breath and sat up, her heart beating wildly.

It was the heart rate that made people feel uncomfortable. Yu Qingtang sat for a while, got up and went to the living room to turn on the TV.

Prepare snacks, fruits and idol dramas according to Cheng Zhanxi's arrangement.

Yesterday, I saw where Yu Qingtang forgot, and re-watched it from the beginning. The bag of potato chips was open. In the dim living room, the faint light of the TV reflected Yu Qingtang's expressionless face eating potato chips.

The potato chips that left Teacher Cheng lost their soul.

Fruits are no longer sweet, and idol dramas are no longer hypnotic.

Cheng Zhanxi was awakened by the pre-set alarm clock at two in the morning. She rubbed her face, took her mobile phone, and sent a message to Yu Qingtang with narrowed eyes.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Is Teacher Yu asleep?

The other party returned to her after a few minutes.

[Yu Qingtang]: No

Cheng Zhanxi almost fell asleep again in the past few minutes. She bumped her head against the pillow twice, feeling her brains shaking. She woke up a bit and typed: [Are you watching TV? 】

[Yu Qingtang]: No

[Yu Qingtang]: [Photo]

Cheng Zhanxi looked at the small picture and only saw a dense line of small characters. When he clicked on it, he found that it was a math problem. When his scalp exploded, he almost fainted on the spot.

Doing math problems in the middle of the night, what kind of devil is Yu Qingtang? !

[Yu Qingtang]: I read on the Internet that the difficult knowledge points related to research majors are helpful for sleep

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Are you sleepy now?

[Yu Qingtang]: No, I want to prove it

[Yu Qingtang]: Go to sleep first, I'll study it later

Cheng Zhanxi doesn't know how to do math. She can't even read the questions, and it's no use coming to the door. She only had time to type the word good night, so she couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, I saw that "Good night" was still in the edit box and had not been sent out.

Cheng Zhanxi yawned.

6:30 AM.

"Mr. Yu, good morning."

"...Okay." Yu Qingtang's sluggishness was visible to the naked eye, and the first few words were omitted.

what good!

Cheng Zhanxi looked at the red blood in Yu Qingtang's eyes and said in disbelief, "Aren't you doing questions all night?"

Yu Qingtang hummed.

Cheng Zhanxi just wanted to find out and beat the person who suggested to do the question when he had insomnia!

Cheng Zhanxi closed her eyes, looked at Yu Qingtang and said, "Why don't you continue to watch TV at my house at night, maybe it's better to change the environment, you can't sleep like this, I..." Her eyes were red.

Yu Qingtang interrupted her softly: "Tomorrow is Friday."

Cheng Zhanxi: "Huh?"

Yu Qingtang: "I'll go back to my grandmother's house tomorrow. I should be fine by then. If it doesn't work, I'll go to the hospital to see a doctor." She said, "Thank you, Teacher Cheng, for your kindness."

Cheng Zhanxi was silent for a few seconds, Fang forced himself to laugh, and said, "You're welcome, it didn't help you at all."

Yu Qingtang shook her head: "No, Teacher Cheng has helped me a lot, and I'm very grateful."

Cheng Zhanxi's smile didn't change: "Aren't we friends? We don't need to show off like this."

friend?

Yu Qingtang chewed the word silently in her heart, and lowered her eyes quietly, she should never have any real friends in her life.

Ding--

The elevator reaches the 21st floor.

The two walked in front and back. This time, even though Yu Qingtang hadn't slept all night, he didn't doze off in the elevator, and naturally he didn't sleep standing on Cheng Zhanxi's shoulder; he didn't ask Cheng Zhanxi to order takeout after school in the afternoon, so he gave himself one Wake up and see her opportunity; go home in time after get off work, and exchange good night with Cheng Zhanxi at the door.

She guarded the line she drew, not giving an inch, more resolute than Cheng Zhanxi imagined.

Friday, the last day of the working day.

Yu Qingtang put on light makeup before going out in the morning to make her complexion look better.

She didn't want Cheng Zhanxi to look at her sad, but she vaguely felt that she had made her sad.

The last bell rang in the afternoon, and they were still the slowest two.

Yu Qingtang was cleaning the table unhurriedly. Cheng Zhanxi had nothing on the table, so he took the book and poured it from one drawer to another, pretending to be cleaning.

"Mr. Cheng." Yu Qingtang locked the drawer and called her.

"Finished?" The book in Cheng Zhanxi's hand was tortured and finally got its final destination. The drawer was closed by the woman's slender and fair hand. Cheng Zhanxi came out from behind the table and said, "Let's go."

The two of them could only go to the school gate on the same road. Cheng Zhanxi took her to the bus stop across the road, watched her get on the bus, and waved to her.

Yu Qingtang sat by the window and watched her stand still until the bus turned, and Yu Qingtang could no longer see her.

Lipu District, the back street of the ancient town.

Yu Qingtang parked the shared bicycle, pushed open the courtyard door and entered the house, the smell of rice wafted in the air.

Fang Wenjiao and her grandfather were both there, and her aunt was cooking in the kitchen. Fang Wenjiao suddenly said, "Silently, go and put incense sticks for your mother."

Yu Qingtang looked startled, stopped walking to the kitchen, and turned to the mourning hall.

Yu Qingtang didn't enter the mourning hall very often. Her birth was accompanied by Yu Ci's death. Everyone wanted her mother to live, and no one expected her to come. The same is true for her.

If she could choose whether to be born or not, she would choose to never be in this world.

Yu Qingtang respectfully placed the three sticks of incense on the ground, glanced at the gentle and beautiful woman in the black and white photo, knelt down and kowtowed three times, silently said sorry three times, opened the bead curtain and left the mourning hall.

As soon as she came out, Fang Wenjiao called her again.

Fang Wenjiao said, "Your grandfather and I went for a walk in the park two days ago, and met a tall, white and thin woman with an easel on her back. Your mother was like this when she was young."

Yu Ci passed away early, and Yu Qingtang had such a background and a withdrawn personality. It was also a sad thing for Fang Wenjiao and the others, so Yu Ci was rarely mentioned. Maybe it was getting older and getting closer. Fuzzy, those things buried deep in the river of memory became clearer.

Even if the words "your mother" were just mentioned and her eyes were red, she would wipe her tears with a tissue and continue to choke.

Yu Qingtang stood and waited for a while. Before Fang Wenjiao could say more, she walked away without saying a word.

Yu Qingtang stayed up until four o'clock in the morning that night, and finally fell asleep. She specifically told Fang Wenjiao not to wake her up. She slept until noon, and the energy she had spent for several days was replenished after a long time. She used half a bowl for lunch. meal.

In the afternoon, she went to Sicheng Special Education School. She has been busy recently and has not been here for several weekends.

After getting off the bus at the stop, Yu Qingtang walked along the road, and suddenly his eyes narrowed, and he landed on a silver-white heavy locomotive parked on the side of the road.

Sicheng is a small place, few people will drive such a flamboyant car, and this white is the latest model this year.

While she was thinking on the spot, a surprised voice sounded in front: "Mr. Yu!"

Cheng Zhanxi didn't expect to meet Yu Qingtang here. It's not enough to meet each other for thousands of miles. It must be that Yue Lao used the marriage line to bind the two of them together, and they meet wherever they go.

Yu Qingtang raised her eyes and said hello to Cheng Zhanxi who ran over: "Mr. Cheng."

Yu Qingtang looked over her shoulder, looked in the direction she was coming from, and asked, "Why is Teacher Cheng here?"

Cheng Zhanxi smiled and pointed to the special education school behind: "I'll be a volunteer."

Yu Qingtang's eyes moved slightly.

Cheng Zhanxi asked, "what about you?"

Yu Qingtang looked indifferent: "Passing by."

Cheng Zhanxi: "Mr. Yu, is there anything in the afternoon?"

Yu Qingtang looked at her: "Yes."

Cheng Zhanxi smiled and said, "Okay, I have something to do in the afternoon, so I won't bother you. Is there any place for Teacher Yu to go? I'll give you a ride?"

Yu Qingtang: "No, I'll go back after a walk."

Cheng Zhanxi thought: Do you live near here?

Yu Qingtang didn't move on the side of the road, Cheng Zhanxi saw that she wanted to wait for her to go, stepped into the car with interest, put on her helmet and left.

Yu Qingtang waited for her car shadow to disappear completely at the end of the street before pursing her lips and walking into the door of the special education school.

Yu Qingtang came here often, and was very familiar with the staff inside. The teacher who just sent Cheng Zhanxi out was still in the guard room to unpack the courier and did not leave. When Yu Qingtang came over, he greeted her kindly: "Qingtang."

Yu Qingtang smiled slightly: "Mr. Zhao."

Teacher Zhao said, "Wait for me."

Yu Qingtang waited for her to finish dismantling the courier, and walked with her towards the teaching area.

A large number of ginkgo trees are planted on the campus, with golden leaves everywhere.

Yu Qingtang stepped on the fallen leaves, and seemed to ask unintentionally, "I just came in and met an acquaintance whose surname is Cheng. Do you remember Mr. Zhao?"

Teacher Zhao smiled: "I was the one who sent her out just now."

Yu Qingtang