conspirator's love

Dialect sits on the hillside and looks at the mountains in the distance. I have been here for 8 months, and the mobile phone signal is intermittent, which is equivalent to no. After getting used to it, I also have a rare peace.

I wake up at [-] o'clock every day for class. I teach Chinese in the first grade and English in the sixth grade in dialect, and Rebecca who came together teaches math in the first grade and nature in the fifth grade.

Dialect didn't know that Rebecca Cheng's name was Cheng Li until the day she came here, and she had just worked for a year.

Knowing that they were coming, the principal, Sister Wu, had already installed a bunk bed in the reading room of the school.It is said that the reading room is nothing more than two simple bookshelves, with a desk and a bed, it looks very spacious.

When they came, they brought three boxes of new books with them. The two of them became the administrators of the reading room. They had nothing to do. They sorted out the newly brought books, marked them with index numbers, and put them in the bookshelf in the corner. After the three boxes of books are sorted out, the reading room will look decent.

Cheng Li doesn't talk much, but she has a gentle personality. She usually takes turns cooking, and after meals, each prepares for her own class, reads her own book, and spends her time in a daze. With her by your side, the dialect is still at ease. few.

Every week, the two of them will walk for 10 to [-] minutes and go to the town bathhouse to take a bath together.

In order to cherish this precious opportunity once a week, Dialect washes so carefully every time she goes out of the bathhouse that she always feels like she's shed a layer of skin.

I used to have oily hair in strands without washing it for three days, and I seem to have adapted to the life here. After the fifth day, it will return to a dry and dry appearance visually. It’s just that the dialect tries not to let the hair touch the skin. It should be greasy. The ones are still greasy, who cares about the visual appearance.

Fortunately, it is already winter, and the sanitation problem has naturally been solved by more than half.

Every time I go back to town, there are many things to do. After taking a shower, Fang Yan and Cheng Li turn into a nearby old street, where there is the only Internet cafe here.Open the curtain, push the door and come in. There is a lot of hot air inside, which isolates the cold air from the street outside.As soon as she came in, Cheng Li tugged at her sleeves, "They've come early."

There were a total of four people who came this time, and two male colleagues who were supporting teachers in another elementary school. Every time they came to town, they would give priority to going to the Internet cafe, and only went to solve personal hygiene problems in the afternoon.

Fang Yan and Cheng Li took off their hats, greeted the two colleagues who were playing games online, and sat down by themselves.

Dialect shook his damp hair, first checked the email to see if there were any new instructions from the company, and then logged into the chat tool.

She has not contacted Mo Jiaxin once in the past 8 months.Although instant messaging was not instant, she thought she would get at least one email from her.But no, nothing.This person seems to have evaporated. Sometimes when he wakes up in the middle of the night, Dialect will unconsciously think of her and the clips of the two of them getting along, and then he will fall into doubt. Could it be that this person is imagined by himself? Is it fantasy?There seemed to be nothing to prove that she had ever fallen in love with this bright-eyed girl, even though she still remembered her own reflection clearly printed in those bright eyes.

During that time, the mobile phone was reduced to a player, and Cheng Li would download a lot of songs and movies in the Internet cafe every time and bring them home.

There is a song called "Canned Fish". When the dialect heard it for the first time, it was amazing. Why can someone write what is in their heart so accurately.

The lyrics are sung like this: A few months ago you still said you loved me / You can’t live without me / Now you don’t even contact me / You don’t even have an email / In the beginning, you sang love songs every day / After a while, you don’t look at me / Could it be that when I have become a canned fish, please call me / Just move your fingers / You won’t have to wait too much / Although I’m just a canned fish / But I can stay with you for a long time.. ....

Maybe it’s because they listen to this song too much, or maybe it’s just for convenience. They have eaten all kinds of canned fish recently, such as dace in black bean sauce, sardines in tomato sauce, salmon in oil, and tuna in curry. They only need to stew a pot of rice to mash the fish Just mix it in, it is a delicious meal.

What a great food canned fish is, except that no one would eat canned fish if there was a fresh option.

On the weekend at 10:30, young people in T City just woke up, and few of their Q/Q friends were online.Except for the lack of weight, dialect can meet him eight times out of ten times, and his avatar starts to flash every time at this time.

"Teacher Fang, you have entered the city again."

"Well, one song a week, I have an appointment with you."

"What's new in the mountains today, come and share with me."

"It's been so cold these days, it seems like it's going to snow."

"Are the children okay?"

"There was an older kid smoking in class. I walked up to him, and he handed me one, asking me if I smoked? I'm so sad." Dialect posted a sad header.

"Hahaha, how did you deal with it later?"

"I asked him to go out, but he didn't object. He went out generously and played on the playground all morning. After that, he couldn't even call back."

"This bear boy."

"No, Principal Wu talked to me later and asked me to pay attention to the method and method. It is still necessary to let children enter the classroom instead of leaving the classroom."

"That's right."

"The stars here are very beautiful. At night, when you climb up the mountain, the sky is full of stars, and each one is so big and so close that you can reach it with your hand. But during the day, there are mountains everywhere, and you can't see them." At the end of the day, the mountains are black rocks and bare tree branches, and sometimes it can be hopeless. It seems like you can never get out."

"Are you feeling hopeless too?"

Dialect raised his head and looked around. In the smoky Internet cafe, he couldn't see the face of the person opposite, "Sometimes."

"Because of what?"

"I always feel that some people look very close like stars, but they are actually tens of thousands of light years away."

"Somebody? Someone"

The dialect said honestly: "The latter."

"That girl you told me about last time has a lot of secrets in her heart."

Dialect made a nodding header.

"She opened up to you in the end, didn't she?"

Fang Yan's heart ached when he thought of that day, "The door opened and closed again."

"Give her a little more time. She may have tried her best, but she still needs a little more time to remove the obstacles."

"Just disappeared without even saying goodbye, maybe we will never meet again, for the rest of our lives." When Fang Yan typed these words, his heart ached.

"You really think so?" The other party sent a mischievous expression, "I think you never said goodbye, precisely because it couldn't end."

"But we broke up." Fang Yan sighed.

"Sister, I don't know much about how you got along before, and I don't know what kind of person she is. But the key to the problem is not her but you, have you let go?"

"No, in my heart, she is still the closest person, the one who fills every gap in my life. It's like when I eat a carrot, I remember that she doesn't like it. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking at the scenery, I hope that she I can be here too." Fang Yan wanted to tell her these words, but he could only tell his friend behind the computer what he would not tell others. "What do you say I should do?"

"Nothing to do, let nature take its course. Since you love her, you continue to love her. No one can stop your inner world, whether it is her or your parents, no one can come into your heart and order you to change."

"You mean that love is my business alone."

"Well, for her, isn't she also silently loving you for four years in another city. Love is a very personal thing."

Fang Yan thought for a while, and suddenly felt very relaxed, "Brother, you are amazing, you set me free with just one sentence." Fang Yan sent an awesome icon. "Whether she still loves me or not, as long as I still love her, I will continue to love her."

"Until one day you meet someone," Que Jin Shaoliang replied, "He can occupy every gap in your life."

The dialect was relieved, "Thank you, I was at the end of my life in the past."

The other party returned a smile. "See you next week then."

Dialect also smiled, "See you next week."

She closed the Q/Q dialog box, looking at her face on the screen, she was like a drowning person, already swallowed by longing.

Emotions need sustenance, and her emotions have no outlet and are about to drown herself.

No, she has to save herself.

Dialect opens the mailbox and starts writing to Mo Jiaxin:

Jiaxin, words are like faces.

The last time I saw you was early summer, and now it is the middle of winter, and the long-lost winter vacation is coming.

Dialect took out a piece of paper from his pocket, rubbed his nose, which had failed due to the stimulation of cold and heat, and continued writing:

Life here is neither good nor bad.

The children are very curious about us, and often come to ask a lot of strange questions. After getting familiar with them, the older children will take us up the mountain to catch fish, point to the mushrooms growing on the roots of the trees, and tell me what can be eaten and what can’t be eaten .

In the summer, I personally caught two small black fishes and kept them in canned jars. They could only be fed some mashed rice grains, and then the big one ate the small one to improve the food.

Now a single fish is banging its beak against the wall of the bottle.I'm often laughed at by me, look, the picture is quick to talk, you idiot.

In autumn, when children come to read books at noon, they put down a handful of green and red fruits, which are sour and sweet.When I asked them what they were, they only spoke the local pronunciation. I couldn’t figure out what it was after asking several times, but it was delicious. Cheng Li and I grabbed a handful and finished eating in one night.

Everything here is fine, but it's too cold, and the winter wind is blowing outside the window, like a ghost.

The window next to my bed is next to a road, and people or animals are always passing by.One night there was a rustling outside the window, a tall shadow was cast on the curtains, I was so frightened that I woke up Cheng Li, the two of us seemed to be on the verge of a big enemy, she took the chair, I held up the dictionary, and it ended up falling apart. The curtains nailed up with tacks revealed a bay red horse.I don't know where it came from, hiding from the rain under our eaves.

Talking about trivial things in dialect, imagining Mo Jiaxin's expression after reading this.

The author has something to say:

Recently, my head is empty and my stomach hurts. After three days of rest, I started to update normally today.