The book-crossing case happened! The villains all want me to go to jail

Xie Xuan'an and Zhao Heng's teaching career is coming to an end, with only the last week left.

One day, it suddenly started to rain heavily in the clear sky. Xie Xuan looked at the pouring rain outside the window and frowned slightly, because he forgot to bring an umbrella when he went out.

Just as he was standing at the door of the classroom worrying, Zhao Heng came quickly with an umbrella. The rain soaked Zhao Heng's trouser legs, but his eyes were firmly looking at Xie Xuan'an.

When Xie Xuan'an saw Zhao Heng, a gentle smile appeared on his face. That smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, instantly dispelling the haze in Zhao Heng's heart.

"Let's go together." Zhao Heng said, with a hint of anticipation in his voice.

Xie Xuan nodded, and the two walked into the rain side by side.

Zhao Heng listened to the sound of the rain, and his thoughts drifted back to the time when they first met. It was also a rainy day like this, and he walked towards Xie Xuan'an with an umbrella, trying to get closer to each other, but Xie Xuan'an's attitude was very cold at that time.

But now, their relationship is completely different, even a little intimate. Thinking of this, Zhao Heng's heart was agitated, and his hand unconsciously reached out to Xie Xuan'an's hand.

Unexpectedly, Xie Xuanan did not resist, but gently took his hand. Zhao Heng's heart trembled violently, as if the rain had turned into sweetness in his heart.

In the daytime classroom, Xie Xuanan always passionately explains mathematical knowledge. His patient and gentle attitude, coupled with clear and concise problem-solving ideas, makes it easy for children who originally felt headaches and fears about mathematics to understand those complex and abstract concepts. On the mottled walls of the classroom, the children's graffiti seemed to tell their visions and dreams for the future. However, Zhao Heng's eyes always unconsciously fell on Xie Xuanan, and his heart was full of complicated emotions when he saw his focused expression.

"Students, look at this figure, it's like a mysterious and magical castle, with countless cute digital elves living inside." Xie Xuan'an danced briskly on the blackboard with the chalk in his hand, drawing vivid geometric figures. The children's bright eyes stared at the blackboard, full of curiosity and desire to explore.

The Chinese language class that Zhao Heng is in charge of is full of poetry and warmth. His magnetic and appealing voice, like a gurgling stream, slowly reads beautiful and moving articles, leading the children into the colorful world of literature.

"I slept through spring and did not wake up until dawn, when I heard birds singing everywhere." Zhao Heng led the children to recite ancient poems in unison. The tender and uniform voices echoed in the classroom for a long time, as if playing a song of hope.

During the break, the school playground instantly turned into a sea of ​​joy. The children ran and played like wild horses, and their laughter was as clear and pleasant as silver bells in the dust. Under the simple basketball stand, several children were fighting for a ball. Xie Xuan'an and Zhao Heng stood side by side, sometimes exchanging a few words, sometimes looking at each other and smiling, their eyes full of concern for each other. Xie Xuan'an would inadvertently bump Zhao Heng's shoulder, and Zhao Heng would take the opportunity to hug Xie Xuan'an's shoulder. The intimate behavior of the two was seen by others, who only thought it was a deep brotherly love, but they didn't know that Zhao Heng's heart had already been rippled.

In that slightly crowded and messy office, the female teachers would also talk about Xie Xuan'an in private during the breaks between busy teaching sessions.

"Teacher Xie is so handsome and his teaching level is so high." A female teacher said softly with a smile on her face.

"Yes, I think so too. The children really like his class." Another female teacher nodded frequently, her eyes full of admiration.

These words drifted into Zhao Heng's ears inadvertently, and his heart was like a huge rock thrown into the lake, instantly causing ripples. From that moment on, Zhao Heng's special feelings for Xie Xuan'an became stronger and stronger, and his possessiveness grew like wild weeds. He secretly made up his mind to let everyone know the close connection between him and Xie Xuan'an.

During class, Zhao Heng would always run to the door of Xie Xuan'an's classroom during breaks. His face was filled with a smile as bright as the sun, and his voice was clear and loud: "Xie Xuan'an, take a break and have a drink of water." While speaking, he would respectfully hand over a cup of steaming hot water with both hands, and his fiery eyes were fixed on Xie Xuan'an, expecting a response from him, even if it was just a simple smile or a soft thank you.

When the school bell rang, Zhao Heng could not wait to walk to Xie Xuan'an. He touched Xie Xuan'an's shoulder intentionally or unintentionally, and he talked endlessly about the interesting things in the class that day, or shared his own experience in teaching, trying to attract Xie Xuan'an's attention completely.

However, Xie Xuan'an never noticed the quietly surging feelings in Zhao Heng's heart. He simply regarded Zhao Heng as a close brother and a partner who worked hard for the cause of supporting education. In his heart, he was actually secretly planning how to keep Zhao Heng's feelings for him at the level of brotherly love, so that Zhao Heng would never pose a threat to him.

Soon, the school received a notice to participate in an important teaching competition, and Xie Xuan'an and Zhao Heng were arranged to prepare the competition courses together. In the office, the lights were dim, and piles of materials and teaching plans covered the desk. Xie Xuan'an and Zhao Heng sat side by side, their eyes focused and determined.

Zhao Heng's heart seemed to be burning with a fire, a fire of deep affection for Xie Xuan'an and persistence in the common goal. Every moment he thought, he felt that he was one step closer to Xie Xuan'an, but he was afraid that this was just an illusory dream, and once he woke up, everything would be gone. This entanglement was like a vine entwining his heart, making him sink deeper and deeper, unable to extricate himself.

Xie Xuan'an looked at Zhao Heng who was so devoted, and couldn't help but feel touched. At that moment, he was touched by Zhao Heng's sincerity. For a moment, he even wanted to give up his calculations and treat Zhao Heng sincerely. But his long-standing selfishness and defense soon took over again. He silently warned himself in his heart: "Don't be soft-hearted. I must make Zhao Heng trust me completely and let down his guard." So, he asked Zhao Heng questions more frequently, so that Zhao Heng could feel the satisfaction of being needed.

One day, the school organized a teaching seminar. Xie Xuan'an's unique teaching insights in the event attracted the attention and praise of many teachers. Zhao Heng saw other teachers gathered around Xie Xuan'an and had heated discussions, and a strong sense of jealousy suddenly surged in his heart. His face instantly turned gloomy, his teeth bit his lower lip so hard that it almost left a bloody mark, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists with bulging veins. He tried hard to suppress his inner emotions, forced his way into the crowd, raised his voice and said, "What's so difficult to understand about this? Let me explain it to you again!" However, the slightly trembling voice still exposed his inner anxiety and panic.

On the last day of teaching, the school originally planned to hold a simple but warm farewell party for Xie Xuan and Zhao Heng. However, just before the farewell party, a sudden storm swept through the entire village, some of the school buildings were damaged, and the children's learning materials were soaked by rain.

Xie Xuan'an and Zhao Heng did not hesitate to devote themselves to the rescue work. While carrying a heavy wooden board, Xie Xuan'an accidentally slipped and injured his leg.

"Zhao Heng, I'm fine, put me down." Xie Xuan'an said weakly.

"Don't talk too much, I'll carry you to the clinic." Zhao Heng insisted.

Zhao Heng trotted along with Xie Xuan'an on his back, sweat streaming down his cheeks. Xie Xuan'an looked at Zhao Heng's hard work, and the guilt that had just risen in his heart was suppressed again.

After timely treatment, Xie Xuan'an's injuries were not serious. But this accident brought them closer together.

When the storm stopped, the farewell party was held as scheduled. The children carefully folded various small gifts with colorful paper, including lifelike paper airplanes and small and exquisite paper cranes, each of which was filled with deep gratitude and endless reluctance to the two teachers.

Xie Xuan'an took the children's gifts with a smile, tears of emotion flashing in his eyes, and hugged the children tightly. But in the process of hugging the children, his hands loosened unconsciously, and although his eyes were moved, they quickly turned away and looked elsewhere, revealing a subtle indifference at that moment.

"Teacher Xie, Teacher Zhao Heng, thank you for teaching us knowledge. We will always miss you." A little girl held Xie Xuan'an and Zhao Heng's hands tightly, with tears sparkling in her eyes.

Xie Xuan'an and Zhao Heng also had tears in their eyes. They hugged the children affectionately one by one and said goodbye to each other.

At the farewell party, other teachers also expressed their respect and reluctance to part with them. Someone said: "Teacher Xie and Teacher Zhao work together perfectly and have brought a lot of new things to our school." Others sighed: "It's really enviable to see that they have such a good relationship." These words filled Zhao Heng's heart with sweetness, but made Xie Xuan'an even more conflicted.

When they got on the bus, they sat on two adjacent seats. Zhao Heng slowly placed his hand near Xie Xuan'an's seat, with a hint of expectation and trepidation in his heart. Unexpectedly, Xie Xuan'an took his hand in person, which was beyond his expectation. That hand was so warm, as if it carried endless care and trust.

Suddenly, Xie Xuan'an leaned close to Zhao Heng's ear and whispered, "Come to my house and play, Zhao Heng."

Zhao Heng's face instantly turned red, his heart pounding, but he quickly responded, "Okay!"

The car started slowly, and they looked through the car window at the rural primary school that was gradually moving away. Their hearts were filled with beautiful memories of this period of teaching life, and at the same time they also had infinite longing for the future.