Zamoli

He Mu lay on the bed for a long time on purpose, as if there was a void in his heart.Chang Ming'an's pillow was a little wet from his tears, but he held back immediately, so there was only a little bit.

He Mu stared at the wet mark, wiped it again and again with his fingers, and finally turned Chang Ming'an's pillow over and put it back in its original place as if giving up on himself.

When he got up, Chang Ming An had already left, and there was a post-it note on the microwave oven. On the paper was Chang Ming An Feng's handwriting, which was strong and restrained.

breakfast.

He Mu was a little cold, so he took out his nightgown to put it on, and turned on the microwave oven, which contained the porridge and buns that Chang Mingan bought in the morning.He didn't have class today, but he still ate quickly, took a break, stretched the muscles on the carpet in the living room, practiced morning exercises for half an hour, and broke out in a sweat.

Although it is autumn, it is cool, but the sun is just right, the sky is high and the clouds are light.

He Mu put on his hoodie and jeans and went downstairs. The ginkgo trees all over the school are famous far and near. Apart from the students coming and going on the school road, there are also tourists from nearby. He was alone, very lonely.Even the best sunshine does not make him happy.

He Mu walked with his pockets in his pocket. He never walked in the middle of the school road at school. He always walked along the edge of the greenery. There was a rustling sound.He remembered that Chang Ming'an's desk and bookcase were placed next to the bay window in the bedroom, and his class timetable was pressed under the glass panel of the desk. When he got up this morning, he took out his mobile phone to take a photo.

He took out his mobile phone and looked at it. Chang Mingan should be teaching a building at this time and preparing for class.

He Mu looked up, and it happened to be Jiaoyi Building.He didn't know whether he came here casually, or if he came here on purpose.

There are still 5 minutes before class starts, and the lecture hall is almost full.He Mu hesitated at the back door, and saw Chang Ming'an walking along the corridor with a book in his hand from afar.He hurriedly dodged into the classroom with a guilty conscience, and found a seat in the corner of the back row.

He thought it would be awkward for him to have no books and pens, but who knew that the girls sitting next to him in the last row were all holding their phones and chatting non-stop before class, and almost none of the books on the table were economics books There are all kinds of professional ones everywhere, they are just put on display.

The class bell rang, and everyone gradually quieted down. It was too conspicuous to walk at this time, so He Mu had to sit quietly, trying to minimize his sense of existence.

Chang Mingan took off his coat and put it on the side, put on his half-rimmed glasses, and was still wearing a shirt and suit pants as before. Although he was not a muscular figure, he also had the habit of exercising. His shoulders were broad and straight. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows one by one, making him tall and straight without losing his gentleness.

It was the first time for He Mu to seriously read Chang Ming'an's work. Facing nearly 200 people, he was still not in a hurry. Although the content was completely bible for He Mu, he was lying on the table with his chin resting on the back of his hand. , looking through the gap between the heads of the person in front, still listening very carefully.

After talking for about an hour, Teacher Chang asked everyone to discuss freely.

Immediately, the buzz of everyone's conversation resounded in the classroom. Chang Mingan walked down from the podium, leaned over to listen to the discussion of the few people in the row in the middle of the classroom, and felt that he was about to go back.He Mu always felt like a strange stalking voyeur, so scared he hurriedly looked at the girl sitting next to him, trying to pretend to be listening to other people's discussions, so as not to attract Chang Ming'an's attention.

Who knew that the girl next door wasn't listening at all.

"He'll come over later, can you take a picture from this angle?"

"Turn off the flash! It was so embarrassing last time..."

"Come, come, come..."

He Mu: "..."

He Mu happened to meet eyes with one of the girls, and quickly turned back in embarrassment, but met Chang Ming'an who was walking over.Chang Ming'an and He Mu met each other's eyes, suddenly stopped, paused, and turned around to walk back to the podium.

The girl next to him: "Ah, why didn't he come over!"

He Mu quickly lay down on the table, his face was inexplicably hot at first, and after the rapid heartbeat passed, he suddenly felt disappointed.Chang Ming'an didn't like him like this, maybe he was angry.

The girl next to her was still complaining softly, and Chang Ming'an's lectures began to resound in the classroom.

You shouldn't be angry.

"It's a part of the whole market economy—"

He Mu secretly raised his head and looked through the gap between his heads.Chang Ming'an's gaze happened to catch He Mu through nearly two hundred people.He Mu was caught straight, and quickly looked away, looking down at the table.

Everyone in the classroom didn't know why Chang Mingan stopped, and someone reminded him in a low voice: "Teacher, what is it?"

Chang Mingan hurriedly lowered his head and flipped through two pages of the book before accepting it.

"One, one organic component."

When get out of class was over, the students filed out. Chang Ming'an patiently answered a few questions and began to pack up the things on the podium. From the corner of his eye, he saw He Mu with his head down and his pocket in his pocket, walking towards the back door without a word go.

"and many more……"

He Mu stopped walking, took his hands out of the front pocket of the sweater, put them on the sides, felt uncomfortable, and finally put them into his trouser pockets.

Chang Mingan put his coat on his arm, walked through the deserted lecture theater, and walked in front of He Mu.He stood under the steps, just at eye level with He Mu.

"To discuss something with you."

He Mu's eyes dodged: "Yes."

"I have a project, and I'm about to finish it. I'm busy recently, and I may have to live in school."

An inexplicable surprise suddenly appeared in He Mu's heart: "Yes."

Chang Ming'an seemed to be relieved, and said, "Maybe I will occasionally bring a few graduate students there to make materials for the end of the question."

He Mu quickly said: "Your house, ask me why."

"It's fine if there's no problem, I'm afraid I'll disturb you." Chang Mingan smiled, raised his hand and looked at his watch, "Going to lunch?"

He Mu recalled just now and asked, "Are you angry? Just now, I just happened to pass by..."

"Angry?" Chang Ming An hurriedly denied, "No."

"That……"

"I just feel a little embarrassed." Chang Mingan took off his glasses and smiled at He Mu again.

He Mu hurriedly turned around and left, when he heard Chang Mingan calling him from behind, he said without turning his head, "No, I won't eat."

He walked through the corridor in three steps at a time, went downstairs with his pocket in his pocket, walked a long way in one breath, and stood on the school road full of yellow leaves again, panting twice.Just a gust of wind blew over, and the ginkgo fell rustlingly, which aroused the exclamation of several tourists who were taking pictures.When the sun came down, it was very warm.

He Mu suddenly felt that the autumn is long and the sky is broad, the sun is just right, and his mood has improved again.

He felt like a puppet on a string, his smile was deep or shallow, his mood was good or bad, all the strings were held in Chang Mingan's hands.