tell me

Lu Yinke was sitting in the office spinning the pen, the black fountain pen was perfectly spun in his palm for a circle before being caught lightly, and only the rustling light and shadow could be seen.He propped his face with his left hand, and Erlang's legs were raised high. If there were no other people around, he would even put his legs up on the table.

Du Yu had already left for class, and the seats on both sides were empty, only a single person on the opposite side glanced at him, secretly amused that he hadn't been noticed.

He still hasn't responded to the message from last night.

It's nothing.

He slapped the pen on the table, and his feet fell to the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned forward on the table with his arms forward.

How should he respond to this news?Did Du Yu already notice something?

But it shouldn't be, this software is originally a niche project, and a few friends invited him to plan it together.He looked down on it at the time, thinking that it was a gadget that was neither profitable nor meaningful, and it was just hypocritical.Who knew that in the end, there was a fucking big company that was blind, thinking that it had a good idea and high intentions, not to mention expropriation, and it actually became an Internet celebrity software after development.

What's more, he didn't expect that he would really use it one day.

what is this?

Really fragrant?

In short, rounding up, he is also considered half a developer, and he still has the right to ask how much internal information the wage earner has.It was precisely because of this that he was able to confirm that "Jingzhao Du" was Du Yu.

But Du Yu only relied on unfounded inferences, so he couldn't be sure that the person opposite was his.

But then again, in fact, he has already given quite a few hints.

From familiarizing the name to inviting him home, every sentence he said alluded to the person behind the screen who was helping him patiently analyze with a wooden face.

With Du Yu's cautious character, it's impossible not to think about it at all.

Is it because my appearance is so deceptive, so well disguised, that it doesn't look like a lack of emotion?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curl his mouth in self-deprecating manner, as if he was lucky or regretful.

After lying on the ground for a while, Lu Yinke raised his eyelids, and finally moved listlessly.

Stretching down slowly with one hand, he pulled out the phone from his pocket and lazily unlocked the screen. There were still three small bubbles floating on the screen, and the last sentence was "Can you read novels?"

He just looked at the three little things carefully, licking every word with his eyes, imitating the tone of voice in his mouth.He looks like an old pedant, but also like a heartbroken man thinking about his wife and children's grievances. He has never done reading comprehension so meticulously.

The first sentence is a greeting, politely asking about his recent situation, so that he can start a topic that belongs to him.

The second sentence is a transition, straightforward and straightforward, but still respectful.

As for the third sentence, Lu Yinke didn't understand, why did he suddenly raise this question?This was obviously just a casual answer on his part.

If Du Yu doesn't doubt that he is "I'm so handsome", then what is the intention of raising this question?

Did he realize that in reality he also has a tendency to lack emotion?Or just simply want to understand the disease?

Forget it, anyway, this is caring about yourself anyway, right?

Whether it's online or real, as long as you don't think about others, it doesn't matter.

He just stared at the phone for another 2 minutes, until it went completely black and lost the last ray of color.

He unlocked it with his fingerprint again, and the screen brightened again, but then dimmed again.

Stubbornly, he touched the button again, and the screen was woken up for the third time.

Finally, he finally made up his mind and put two fingers on, but the pinyin he typed hadn't gathered into Chinese characters, and ended up on the lock screen with a crisp click.

The chair legs scratched the ground and made a noise, which made people get goosebumps.

From the corner of her eyes, Shan Qing saw a figure standing up on the opposite side, and there was a faint tendency to move outward, so she stopped the waving pen in her hand and spoke.

"Brother Lu, where are you going?"

Lu Yinke paused, lowered his eyebrows, and looked at the source of the voice with a little alienation: "Miss Qing, how about checking the household registration? You also need to ask when you go to the bathroom?"

Shan Qing blushed instantly, and hesitated for a long time: "No... I'm sorry, I just saw you going out after class, and I was a little curious for a while, did I offend you? I'm really sorry."

Lu Yinke's expression softened, and the next moment he slapped the side of his face with his hand, with a hint of apologetic smile: "No, no, it was my fault just now, your tone reminds me of my mother, a bit reflexive."

"Then what..." As soon as he pressed the doorknob, he suddenly turned around as if thinking of something, "Which classroom is Du Yu teaching now?"

Du Yu is teaching the students in the middle camp to read poetry, which is "Send Meng Haoran to Guangling at the Yellow Crane Tower" in the fourth grade Chinese textbook of the People's Education Edition.His voice is clear and pleasant, and his cadences are not only not rigid but also have a special charm when he reads poems.Lu Yinke listened for a while outside the window, until he heard the soft sound of chalk touching the blackboard, then restrained his pace and quietly stepped in through the back door.

The children under the podium were staring at the blackboard intently, with their arms folded obediently. This was the look that Lu Yinke hadn't seen since kindergarten.

He couldn't understand why these children were so serious about such a boring and painful thing in class.Seriously, it seemed that he wanted to stare at the blackboard and Du Yu together.

After copying the poem in strong regular script, the handsome young teacher on the podium turned around.He glanced casually down the stage, and bumped into a figure standing against the light by the back door.

The figure leaned against the wall, legs crossed.Originally, he was holding both hands in front of his chest, but after his eyes converged, one of them shook forward, indicating to continue.

But Du Yu just passed by lightly, and within a second of looking at each other, he quickly shifted his mind back to the classroom, not surprised or even taken it for granted.Lu Yinke had no choice but to retract the hand that he had stretched out affectionately, and awkwardly inserted it back into the crook of his arm.

"This poem was written by the great poet Li Bai to his friend Meng Haoran. Meng Haoran is 12 years older than Li Bai, but the two have similar habits, so they hit it off right away."

"Li Bai admired Meng Haoran very much. He gave very few poems to others in his life, but he gave as many as four or five poems to Meng Haoran."

"You may have no idea when I say this, so let me give you an example. Du Fu wrote a total of fifteen poems to Li Bai, and they were highly praised. What "Bai is also invincible in poetry, and his thoughts are not grouped."Fresh Yu opened the mansion, Junyi Bao joined the army", "The pen falls to startle the wind and rain, and the poem weeps the ghosts and gods", "Li Bai's Hundred Poems on Wine Fighting" and these are just like a little fan. But guess what Li Bai gave him How many songs have you played back?"

The children in the audience raised their hands one after another.

"Ten!" "Eight!" "Five!"

But these numbers were all rejected by their elder brother Yu Yu shaking his head.

"Two."

The young man's slightly hoarse voice came from behind, and Du Yu nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, there are only two. Of course there are some political reasons for this, but Li Bai, the poet fairy, only returned two poems to Du Fu, the poet saint."

There was an uproar downstairs.

"Okay, come back—our focus is not here, now let's take a look at Li Bai's seven-character quatrains that will last through the ages."

"By the way, can you tell the difference between quatrains and verses?"

The audience shook their heads and nodded in confusion.

"Okay, then let me explain to you. In ancient poems, a comma counts as one sentence, quatrains are four sentences, and verses are eight sentences. According to the number of words in each line, they are divided into five words and seven words... "

Lu Yinke at the back didn't listen any more, he quietly walked out of the classroom again.

The morning sun was very bright, and it slanted into the window lattice of the classroom, adding a lot of color to the shabby room.

Du Yu's clear voice reached Lu Yinke's ears. It was obviously like a stone, but because of the soft tone, it dispelled the coldness that had been hidden in it before.

He looked up at the sky, the sky was as blue as a picture scroll covered with gouache, without a few clouds, it was suffocatingly blue.

He suddenly understood that the reason for those children's focused gazes was not only because of the mountain, but also because of the people on the podium.In the popular science-like teaching method and interactive communication link, he really treats children as individuals with thoughts, not just as a task object.

If he is also Du Yu's partner, he means the teacher who taught in elementary school... He confusedly assumed that his eyes, which were hurt by the sun, were momentarily out of focus.

Could he not be what he is now?

However, he walked into the sun and opened his arms. It's ridiculous to think about it now, but fortunately, he finally got such a person.

Although he is paranoid, he still can't understand what kind of emotion he has for Du Yu, but what is certain is that there is definitely a little bit.For him, this point is big enough to make him give up thinking.

Grab him, wrap him around, stick to him.

Pressing the closed switch and making the circuit permanently connected was his only thought at the moment.

As long as the sun shines on the sea level, the creatures in the water are enough to feel the warmth.

But he doesn't want the gift of sunshine, he wants the sun.

At some point, Su Mo's brilliance flashed through his squinted eyes, like a dying person in the desert who found his way back under the guidance of the Big Dipper. It was a kind of joy that only belonged to the living.

He suddenly started to walk back, his steps were unbelievably light, and with a swipe of his hand from his pocket, he took out the culprit that made him hesitate for a long time.

Open the chat interface, the default avatar of the opposite system is dim.But of course it was dark, after all that person was in class.

This time he didn't think for a long time, but pressed send confidently.

I'm so handsome. "Recently, it's been pretty good recently, because when traveling, the magnificent scene is still very shocking, from the visual level."

I'm so handsome "You don't have to be so polite with me, if you're too polite I'll be uneasy"

I'm so handsome "Why do you suddenly ask such a question? Novels? Hmm... I don't read many"

I'm so handsome. "I don't watch movies and TV shows very much, because it's hard to feel the same way as others. I just know whether it's right or wrong to do so."

I’m so handsome. “Speaking of which, I’m actually a little scared. If it weren’t for the constraints of morality and law, I don’t know what I would do.”

I'm so handsome "but luckily I'm a civilized person."