God of learning, he always wants to break my glasses

Qin Yang asked for leave the next day and did not come to school.

Day three and day four are weekends.Afterwards, Qin Yang asked for several days off.

New Year's Day has passed, and the final exam will be in a few days, and Qin Yang still hasn't come back.

In the Academic Affairs Office, Deng Nuo stood in front of Deng Shaoyun.

Deng Shaoyun had a headache, and he still had a lot of work to do. As the end of the semester was approaching, the Academic Affairs Office had too many things to do, but his nephew had to visit him every day.

"If I didn't know that you couldn't do it, I would have wondered if you came to steal the question." Deng Shaoyun said wearily.

Dun Nuo leaned on his desk, and tapped lightly on the table: "If you can tell me where Qin Yang is now, I won't bother you anymore, isn't it great?"

Deng Shaoyun said depressedly: "I've already said this matter, you can ask his class teacher, ask their grade teacher, what do you mean if you keep running to me?"

Dun Nuo chuckled: "If I haven't looked for them, would they have come to you?"

This is what has been shut down.

Dun Nuo counted on his fingers: "I asked him the head teacher on the first day, and she said that Qin Yang had taken sick leave. I didn't contact anyone on the weekend, and his family was not there. Brother Zhou said he took the next few days off, probably Back home."

He stared at Deng Shaoyun: "Now that New Year's Day is over, why isn't he coming back?"

Deng Shaoyun almost collapsed: "I'm not his guardian, what's the use of you looking for me! Aren't you very close to him? Compared with me, you are more like his guardian?" The tone of this parent asking the teacher to ask for a child is what happened!

Dun Nuo's expression was gloomy: "His home is in N City, I don't know any other information."

To put it simply, even if Dun Nuo went to N City to look for someone, he still couldn't find him. N City is so big, and Qin Yang doesn't have a mobile phone. Just looking for someone like this is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Deng Shaoyun was silent for a while, and said seriously: "No, everyone has their own business, why do you care so much about others? The most important thing for you now is the final exam, don't think about other things for now..."

Dun Nuo interrupted him: "Is the final exam more important to me or to Qin Yang?"

Deng Shaoyun was speechless immediately.

Indeed, even if Deng Nuo doesn't take the final exam, it won't have any big impact, but this is Qin Yang's opportunity to show himself and test the results of the past few months. If he doesn't take the final exam, the impact will be far greater than Deng Nuo.

"You just need to tell me where he might be now." Dun Nuo stared closely at Deng Shaoyun, with a rare hint of begging in his tone, "Can you do it, uncle?"

It was rare for Deng Shaoyun to meet Deng Nuo submissive, and he sighed deeply: "All right."

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The withered and yellow leaves fell to the ground, and a gust of wind blew up a pile of leaves and dust, which fell on the other side of the path.

The broom dragged its long tail of dust, and swept the pile of leaves together. The person holding the broom shook his hand, and the dead leaves that had finally gathered were blown away again.

"When you sweep like this, what year do you have to sweep?" A hoarse voice sounded behind him, Qin Yang straightened his back, swept the pile of fallen leaves neatly, and called "Uncle Li".

Uncle Li is a middle-aged man who is blind in one eye and has weak legs and feet. He has been working as a grave guard here for more than [-] years.

Uncle Li took his broom and cleaned up the fallen leaves on a road in an orderly manner. Xu Xu said: "I have been taking care of these people's houses for so many years. It doesn't make sense that their house becomes a doghouse when you come. If these uncles They sued me for a lawsuit, and I went back down, can life be easier?"

Qin Yang: "Uncle Li!"

Uncle Li has been watching this cemetery here for many years, and he has long been familiar with the "people" here, and he has no taboos in speaking.

Rao is as familiar as him, and he can't accept his talk about life and death.

Uncle Li looked at him with his cloudy one-eyed and said, "You are young, so naturally you are not afraid of anything. Come here, I will show you some new neighbors."

Uncle Li dragged Qin Yang to the mountain behind the cemetery with an indescribable expression on his face, where he was kindly introduced to several "new friends".

Uncle Li pointed to a stele and said, "I came here two days ago. She was young and under too much work pressure, so she died suddenly. Hey, my daughter is only three years old. When his wife brought her over, the child was still asking Dad where he was going." gone."

Qin Yang looked at the photo on the tombstone. He was a young man wearing glasses, with a gentle appearance, and he didn't look like he would die from overwork.

But the fact is that, when an accident strikes, you won’t greet people. For humble people, you can only accept it with peace of mind. This is the only way to choose.

Uncle Li took him to another monument, knelt down and fiddled with the flowers in front of the monument until the flowers were neatly arranged in a row.

Uncle Li's unique hoarse voice was as deep as ever: "This one is also a hero. He saved a child who fell into the water, and the person was washed away by the water and disappeared."

Qin Yang carefully looked at the words on the tombstone.

Only 24 years old.

Are young people short-lived?

"This, depression, jumped off the building."

In the photo on the tombstone is a girl with a sweet smile, she looks not much older than Qin Yang, Qin Yang can't connect such a smiling young girl with depression.

They stood on the top of the mountain, Uncle Li was smoking a cigarette, the smoke was misty with the breeze, his one eye was squinted, and he looked out from a distance through the smoke, as if he was missing someone.

Qin Yang knew that he had nothing to miss, so he said, "Uncle Li, it's not appropriate to smoke on the mountain." He glanced at the tombstone next to him, and said, "I don't respect them either."

Uncle Li patted him on the shoulder, exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "It's nothing. Didn't you threaten to take over my mantle after graduating from high school and not going to college? You'll know after a long time. Man, it doesn't matter that much."

Uncle Li smiled and said: "It's better to be careful not to be seen by the living, then I will suffer."

Qin Yang didn't try to persuade him any more, and it wasn't the first day he knew that Uncle Li was smoking on the mountain.

In this season, the leaves of the trees on the mountain are falling, yellow and yellow, some are withered, some are still green, very irregular.

A gust of wind blows, and the leaves on the east side go to the west, blowing the dust on other people's heads to other houses.

Uncle Li: "Your parents, have you visited?"

Qin Yang smiled lightly, showing a faint childlike look on his usual hard and cold expression: "I'm planning to go now, you go down first, I will come down by myself later."

Uncle Li waved his hand and reminded: "Okay, then you stay on the mountain for a while, remember to come down for dinner later."

Qin Yang replied "OK", turned around and walked towards the other side.

Most of the worshipers came to worship during the day, and the cemetery was closed at night. Occasionally, if one or two people wanted to come in, Uncle Li would turn a blind eye and let them in.

Except for Uncle Li, Qin Yang probably came to the cemetery the most at night.

The easternmost side of the cemetery is the same group of people who came in.When Qin Yang came with the funeral procession that day, the momentum was mighty. If no one else knew that it was a funeral procession, they might have thought it was some kind of large gathering.

There are more than a dozen people buried together here, Qin Yang found two of them familiarly, and sat cross-legged in front of them.

One side is his father, the other side is his mother.

Qin Yang turned his back to the setting sun and faced his parents, with his shoulders straight.The afterglow hit him, and the shadow fell on the ground, cold and lonely.

He once sat here for three days and three nights, eating tribute when he was hungry.Sometimes Uncle Li came to give something, but he didn't refuse. He would eat whatever he had, very well-behaved.

Later, Uncle Li asked him: "What if it happened to rain in those few days?"

Qin Yang said with a smile: "What else can I do, hold an umbrella."

Almost a year has passed, and those three days and nights a year ago, the sunrise in the morning and the sunset in the evening, are like frames of pictures, reappearing in front of my eyes.

He still remembered that there were so many people who came to worship in twos and threes during the day, and when they saw him, they looked at him curiously.

Qin Yang himself didn't know, it was Uncle Li who said it, he said that he looked very gentle back then.

Everyone said that he looked like his mother, and his cold temper was neither like his mother nor his father.

Qin Yang sat quietly in front of the stele for several hours as he did a year ago.His breathing was not even as loud as the rustling of leaves, like roots stuck in the mud, deep and steady.

For the big tree on his shoulders, his roots are tender and long-lasting.

It was more than nine o'clock in the evening when we went down the mountain, and the mountain wind blew violently at night. When Qin Yang rushed to the small house where Uncle Li usually stayed, he was very cold.

This small house is actually the management office of the cemetery. Uncle Li works here on weekdays, guarding the gate and being in charge of registration.

There are three rooms in the management office, one is the external reception and office, the middle is where materials and sundries are kept, and the innermost room has a small bed.

Uncle Li was sitting in the office watching TV. When he saw Qin Yang coming in, he pouted his lips and said, "I heated the rice for you in the rice cooker. Are you going back tonight?"

Qin Yang nodded: "En."

He turned on the rice cooker, and Uncle Li stewed a pot of pork ribs, which smelled good.

Uncle Li picked up the bong again after eating: "I cleaned up the utility room for you. As for the small bed you slept in last year, you should have brought a quilt yourself, right?"

Seeing the suitcase at the door, he sneered: "Come on, I see that you have brought all your suitcases, and you are quite well prepared."

Qin Yang scooped up a bowl of soup, filled half a bowl of rice, pulled up a tattered small chair and sat down in front of the TV, sipped the soup leisurely and said, "Is there something wrong with your family?"

Uncle Li: "What can happen to my family?" He tilted his head to look at the child drinking soup, and understood, "Oh, you want to stay here alone, aren't you afraid?"

Qin Yang raised his eyebrows: "If I was afraid, I wouldn't come."

Uncle Li shook his legs: "Okay, anyway, you are going to inherit my mantle in the future, so it's good to get used to it in advance. Register with the club? I'll give you the key to the gate."

Qin Yang: "Yes."

Uncle Li watched TV for a while, then threw him the key to the cemetery, packed up his things and went home.

Before leaving, Huanmao joked outside the gate: "Be more attentive at night, don't open the door casually, don't let in everything you don't know what it is~"

Qin Yang felt chills all over his body. Hearing the sound of the battery car outside the house, he disappeared quickly.The only thing left in the room was the TV buzzing, and it seemed more and more silent.

He turned off the TV and office lights, opened the utility room door, and went to sleep.

Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door outside the office, one after another, very regular.

At night, who is free to come to the cemetery?

Qin Yang suddenly remembered what Uncle Li said before he left, and a chill ran from his tailbone to Tianlinggai, and the hair on his whole body exploded.

The author has something to say:

Qin Yang: Ask, what should I do if I encounter a supernatural event on the first day of work, wait online, I'm in a hurry, do you want to open the door?Or just leave it alone and let yourself sleep?