three year itch

Chen Siwei packed up his emotions, took his Chinese textbooks and preparation books, and walked towards the classroom.

More than three months have passed, enough for him to know all the students in this class. They don't seem to hate him, and some students have said that they like him.But now, he couldn't be sure.

When I ran into former colleagues on the road, some of them nodded awkwardly at him, and some of them just passed by as if they hadn’t seen them, and they still had a good relationship with him.Chen Siwei said to himself, it doesn't matter.

The bell rang, and he walked to the door of the classroom, only to find that the students today were extremely quiet.

"Stand up!" The monitor suddenly shouted.

"Hello, teacher!" The whole class stood up and bowed in unison, louder than any previous class.

Chen Siwei's nose was a little sore, he resisted it, walked to the podium, and nodded to the students.

"Sit down, everyone. Today... is my last Chinese lesson for you."

The whole class looked at him quietly, with various emotions in their clear eyes, Chen Siwei didn't dare to identify them.

He opened the book straight away and began to explain as usual, but his voice was a little hoarse. He cleared his throat and tried his best to speak clearly.

This is a quiet class, no one whispers, no one wanders off, Chen Siwei, who should feel relaxed, is extremely difficult, and he wants to cry many times, but he still holds back, he thinks it may not only It was his last class in Yaoshui High School, and it would also be the last class he taught in his life.

Four and ten minutes finally ended, and the get out of class bell rang cheerfully. Many students from other classes outside the classroom ran and jumped in the corridor, and some students were curiously looking at the door to see what the teacher who made the whole school look like.

Chirping laughter and whispers came from the door, as if it was a zoo inside.The boy sitting in the first row by the door suddenly roared: "What are you looking at!" He kicked the door and it closed with a bang.

All the students did not leave their seats, and a strange but tacit silence flowed in the classroom. Chen Siwei stood on the podium, but he didn't know what to say.

"Sorry, I have to change your language teacher again." Chen Siwei raised his hand and pressed the corners of his eyes, and smiled.

"I have finished correcting the homework last time, and the class representative can go to the office to get it." He explained, thought for a while and continued, "I wrote on each of the Chinese test papers you handed in for the last midterm exam. I have mentioned the issues you need to pay attention to, and you can take a look after you take it back.”

"Also, I promised to play "Dream of Red Mansions" in a Chinese class. I told Mr. Shen, and he will help you adjust."

what else?Should be gone.

"Finally, I still want to say sorry and goodbye." Chen Siwei bowed slightly, paying his last respects.He lowered his head and tidied up his textbooks in embarrassment, the tears hidden in his eyes would soon be unable to contain them.

The students still didn't leave the classroom, their faces were solemn, and they seemed to have something to say, and many of them looked at the representative of the Chinese class.

Cao Xiaopang quickly took out a large notebook from the drawer and ran to the podium.

"Mr. Chen, we gave this to you. I hope... I hope you like it."

Chen Siwei took it over in a daze. It was a thick notebook with rainbows and flowers drawn in crayons on the cover, and him holding a Chinese book.Underneath it says:

"To my dear teacher Chen Siwei from all the students of Class [-] and [-] of Yaoshui High School."

When I opened it, I found that every page contained the words of each student to him, all kinds of blessings, funny, caring, and brilliant, as colorful as a classmate record.

"Thank you, I like it very much." He raised his head with red eyes, looked at the whole class, and said thank you again, "I will read it carefully and treasure it."

Smiles appeared on the faces of the students, they looked at him quietly, and said generously, "Teacher is coming back to see us!"

There were many voices of agreement.

"Will the college entrance examination teacher come back?"

"Will the teacher still work in Yaoshui City?"

Chen Siwei had no way to answer these questions. He just nodded with a smile, carefully picked up the booklet, said goodbye to all the students again, and walked out the door.

Many students rushed out of the classroom door, watched his back silently, watched him walk into the breeze and flowers in May, and never looked back.

Chen Siwei couldn't turn his head back, he finally couldn't help crying.

The panic, anger, exhaustion, and despair of this day have been slightly relieved in this last lesson.

He returned to the office and was about to pack up all his things, but found that there was an extra bouquet of blue-purple irises in the vase on the table, and there was a piece of paper inside.

"Please pick your irises on a sunny day."

He put the piece of paper in his chest pocket, and it seemed that there was a steady stream of heat coming from there.

He started to pack his things, the door of the office was opened again, and it was Yang Ning'an who came.

"Teacher, I'm sorry!" He apologized anxiously as soon as he came in.

"My mother, she didn't mean to target you." Yang Ning'an was upset after knowing that her mother had insulted Chen Siwei in the morning.

Chen Siwei sighed, "It's none of your business, you don't need to apologize."

Yang Ning'an lowered her head and said, "My diary was discovered by my mother last week. After she knew that I like boys, she got sick from anger."

Chen Siwei was not surprised, he was himself, and it was not difficult to discover his student's aptitude, not to mention that Yang Ning'an was really too obvious.

"Do you remember the last time I asked you, what should you do if you find yourself in love with someone you shouldn't? You answered me at that time, there is no right or wrong way to like it, but there are right and wrong ways. I will write the conversation between me and you After reading it in the diary, my mother became suspicious that I like you. In addition, when the matter between you and Ji Lin was discovered, my mother became even more convinced."

It turned out that Yang Ning'an's mother's hostility towards him came from this.When a mother suddenly finds out that her son, who has always been excellent and obedient, has fallen in love with the same sex, she is flustered, desperate and unwilling, and will try her best to blame all the sins on other people, stubbornly and luckily thinking that her son was seduced and With a bad one.

Chen Siwei suddenly remembered his mother. After he was exposed by Zhang Yufeng when he was in high school, the head teacher immediately found his mother. hand.

At that time, he was angry and scared. His mother kept him at home for a few days and ignored him. He begged her to let him go to school, but she just said indifferently, "Why didn't your father take you away?"

At that time, he didn't know what his mother meant, and he gradually figured it out later.His mother was heartbroken by two men in her life. The first one found out that he was gay after getting married, and the second found out that he was the same as his father after more than ten years of raising him.She drove them away cleanly and never asked them again.

"Mr. Chen, I'm sorry, I didn't tell my mother the truth, but what I like is..." Yang Ning'an was a little hard to say, and his fingers were entangled.

Chen Siwei already knew in his heart: "Go back and enlighten your mother. Some things are better faced than avoided."

Yang Ning'an asked, "Have you known... Ji Lin for a long time?"

Chen Siwei smiled, "Not long, only three years."

Yang Ning'an said in surprise: Three years ago, he was only 13 years old, right?

"No, he is 21 this year, a college student, and I used to be his counselor."

Sending away Yang Ning'an with a shocked expression on his face, Chen Siwei put everything into a cardboard box. He carefully wrapped the booklet that the student gave him with paper and put it on the top layer of the box.

After finishing these, he took the iris out of the vase, kissed the soft petals gently, put it aside carefully, and then walked towards another office with the vase.

Zhang Yufeng opened the door, and before he could see the person clearly, he was hit on the head with a vase.

The glass shattered in an instant, and blood gushed from his forehead.

He wiped the blood off his face with his hands, and looked at Chen Siwei in shock and fury, his face full of disbelief.

"This is what I wanted to do but didn't do ten years ago." Chen Siwei said blankly, then took the remaining vase neck in his hand and slammed it at his face, "This is what I want to do now .”