gray love

The next day, I went to class, but this time I went to No. [-] Middle School instead of Lyon High School.

Class 23 ([-]) of No. [-] Middle School.

The head teacher is Yu Xiao.

Obviously, all of this was arranged by me. The email I sent to my dad that day was my transfer application, and the reason was that it was convenient to study in Yu Xiao's class. I transferred to her class.

I moved the desk and chair to the corner of the last row of the classroom by the window, and sat quietly.The other students all cast strange and curious eyes on me, but I ignored them and looked out the window coldly.

A familiar figure passed by, I knew she was coming.

The bell rang, and she stood on the podium on time.

I looked at the textbooks everyone was holding and realized that she was teaching Chinese. This person who poured mathematics, physics and chemistry into my head like a spell all day was teaching Chinese!

"Hello students!"

"Hello teacher!" Everyone didn't stand up, because she stipulated that students don't have to stand up when they say hello.

"That's interesting." I smiled with a smile on my lips.

"Excuse me, is the new classmate here?" She glanced at her classmates with great interest, always smiling.

"Of course." I stared at her with sharp eyes.

The teacher was taken aback for a moment, obviously she didn't expect that the newcomer was me.

Soon, she changed to a standard smile

"Oh, everyone welcomes the new students." She took the lead in applauding, and the students followed suit obediently.

It seems that the class is managed by her in an orderly manner, I smiled meaningfully, maybe it will be different when I come.

"The new classmate, please introduce yourself." She knew in her heart that I was a difficult guy to deal with, but her face still seemed to be shining with sunshine.

"I don't know you, please introduce yourself to me." As soon as I said the words, the whole class was in an uproar.

Yu Xiao's complexion was a little grim, but her smile remained the same.

"Okay, let me introduce myself first..."

"Wait!" I stood up and walked to the middle of the aisle.

"Your self-introduction must have been heard before, right?" I looked at my classmates, they had different expressions, and I could see which classmates had a good relationship with her and which ones had a bad relationship with her-good relationship Some are staring at me, and those who are suspicious are silently booing.

"It's not new after hearing it all. We hope to hear something we haven't heard in your self-introduction again." I looked at her calmly, her eyes were slightly angry, but her face was still professional smile.

She lowered her head, as if trying to suppress her anger.

"If the teacher doesn't know how to say it, then I'll ask." I looked at her with a smirk.

She also looked at me and said nothing.

"Okay," I clapped my hands and pretended to be happy, "First question, do you have a boyfriend?"

There was another riot in the audience, and there were many discussions.

I stared at her, and when she heard this question, she suddenly relaxed, and the smile spread out on the corner of her mouth, and she said, "Yes."

This expression pierced my flesh like a poisoned arrow, pierced into my heart and then shot out from behind. I knew it was her happy smile after thinking of her lover, just like a drowning man grasping a life-saving straw. .

The venom was flooding, and I couldn't control myself anymore. I said evilly with eyes full of anger: "So, are you still a virgin?"

After asking this sentence, the audience was in an uproar like a bomb was dropped.

This time she was really pissed off, she twitched her lips, the flames from her eyes almost burned me, she bowed her head in silence for a while, suddenly, she took a deep breath, and her face began to return to normal.

"Su Wu said that when married, there is no doubt about love and affection. If two people really love each other, who would care about who is a virgin? There are only two states for people who are sensitive to such topics. First, she didn't talk about it. Second, she didn't find true love." Yu Xiao's words aroused applause from the whole class.

The classroom was quiet again, I looked at her, my eyes were red

"Yeah, I didn't find true love. I'm the only one in love. What kind of true love is it?"

I walked out of the classroom silently.

With heartache, I came to a dilapidated classroom, the door was locked by a rusty lock, I glanced through the window, and there was an old and retro piano lying quietly in the middle of the room, and I fell in love with it just by looking at it this piano.

I looked at the rusty lock and kicked the door with my foot. !

I opened the door without much effort.

The dust was flying, and it seemed that no one had been in the house for a long time, and the tables, instruments, and instruments on the ground were covered with thick dust.I came to this piano, lifted the cover, and the dust was rampant again as if it had been liberated.

Instead of driving the dust away, I sat down with them, and tapped lightly on the keys with my fingers.

I closed my eyes and listened. Although the sound was not accurate, what I heard was the sound of nature.

Chopin's "Second Piano Concerto", the score printed in my heart, the notes flowing out from my fingertips...

I skipped class all morning, and I was invited to the office by Yu Xiao in the afternoon.

"Sit down." On the surface, she was not affected by what happened in the morning, and she still looked beaming.

I stood up straight and looked out the window.

"Why didn't you tell me when you transferred to another school?"

"No time." I said indifferently.

"Well, I know you are busy too." The teacher was not shocked by my indifference, and still had a smile on his face.

"It's also good if you turn around, and you can have tutoring here at night, so it doesn't need to be so troublesome."

"No." I looked at her in a blink of an eye, "The tutoring is not here, nor is it at night. I have changed the time and place. My dad will send you the details by email."

After finishing speaking, I looked around contemptuously and said, "It is impossible for me to be in the same room with these people for such a long time every day."

The other teachers in the office shot me indignant glances.

Yu Xiao frowned slightly, thought for a while and said, "Since you don't like this place, let's go out and talk."

Now that get out of class is about to end, there are many people in the corridor, Yu Xiao walks in front, and I walk behind with my pockets in my pocket.

Many students greeted her, and some students even called her by her first name. It seems that this woman has become one with the students, but I was full of anger and jealousy.

Gradually, there were fewer people, and she actually took me to the door of the music classroom I came to in the morning.

"There are not many people here. Sometimes I come here when I'm in a bad mood, huh—" She looked at the door of the classroom.

"Why is this door broken? Someone went in? It was fine at noon yesterday." The teacher pushed open the concealed door.

Did she come here at noon yesterday?Was she in a bad mood at noon yesterday?Not because of that phone call I had with her...

I was thinking wildly, looking at her back.

"Do you know why this classroom is deserted?" She said silently, her voice a little low.

"why?"

The teacher looked around and said: "Two years ago, there was a very outstanding music teacher. He played the piano very well and won many awards. He proposed to the school to set up an elite music class to cultivate a group of music lovers. Later, the school adopted this old two-story building as a classroom for their elite class. This classroom was exclusively for their piano class. Later, the teacher sent away his first batch of art students. After birth, there was a car accident and he died."

The teacher paused and continued: "The car accident was tragic. He lost his entire right brain. Later, the school didn't have the energy to run elite classes, so it was abandoned. But as far as I know, the school really closed the elite classes." Ben's reason is...it's haunted."

"Haunted?" I smiled "hehe".

"Yes, it was the night of the summer vacation that year when he had a car accident. The guard guarding the campus heard the sound of the piano in this classroom." The teacher walked towards the piano.

"This classroom has been locked since then, and no one dared to come." The teacher looked at the ancient piano, suddenly opened his eyes, and exclaimed, "My God!"

"What's wrong?" I hurried to her side.

"Someone..." She pointed at the piano with trembling fingers, "Someone played it."

I took a long breath, stabilized my heart, and thought, this is not my talk, I just played it this morning.

"Oh, what's all the fuss about, the doors have been vandalized, so what's so surprising about someone flicking them." I said disdainfully.

"Let's go quickly." It seemed that she was really frightened, and her face turned pale.

"Okay, let's go." I turned around and walked quickly towards the door. She suddenly strode towards me and said with a smile, "Let's go together, let's go together."

It seems that her cuteness has not changed.

"By the way," she said to me suddenly and mysteriously when she walked out of the classroom, "I heard that the teacher's name is Zhu Mingjun."

The place where we talked settled down in the cafeteria, and we picked up a seat and sat face to face.

"Um…"

I saw that she had regained her seriousness and was ready to take the move.

"Can I have a cup of milk tea?"

I almost vomited blood, and sure enough, the foodies in the cafeteria couldn't speak without something in their mouths.

I stood up and went to the water bar to buy a cup of milk tea and delivered it to her respectfully.

"Can we start now?" I looked at her sipping milk tea, "You have wasted me for almost an hour"

"It seems that you cherish your time, but why don't you spend your time on studying." She said while drinking.

"I didn't learn a single word before you taught me. I'm pretty strong now." I leaned back in my chair and pretended to be arrogant.

"But, I don't seem to be studying much recently." She suddenly became melancholy, which made people feel distressed.

"It seems to be against me lately." She stirred the straw in her hand and looked at the table.

I didn't make a sound, just watched her silently.

"I saw you that day. In the hospital, I called you but you ignored me. I don't know if you heard me?" She looked up at me with gentle eyes.

I was killed by her big eyes again, and my brain became dull.

It turned out that I didn't have auditory hallucinations that day.

"You also threw away everything you bought, and since then I feel that you are against me, don't you? I... feel wrong..." There is a "I want to hear you say no" in her eyes a feeling of.

"Yes," I said, "and thank you for taking me to the hospital when I was drunk."

I turned my head and looked to the side: "But I never repay the favors I owe to others like this. I treat you hot and cold, and you have to get used to it. I am like this, and I can't change it."

"One day you will grow up and change." She looked at me quietly and continued, "You will always meet someone who will make you change."

I turned to look at her and said, "What about you? Have you met?"

She lowered her eyes, thought for a long time, and said slowly: "I should have met, but..."

"But what?" I demanded.

"I have been very obedient since I was a child. My parents are both railway workers, and my family education is also very strict. Although I did not inherit their profession and chose to be a teacher, my boyfriend is still on the railway. I feel...I still haven't changed much. Like the vast majority of Chinese people, I study obediently, go to university obediently, work obediently, fall in love obediently, and finally get married and have children obediently.” The melancholy in her eyes infected me.

"Then you haven't changed?" I asked back.

"The big picture hasn't changed."

"Then... can I understand that you haven't met that person?" I looked at her quietly, and she also looked at me.

"But..." I twitched my face with a wry smile, "I've already met that person."

She suddenly said with a smirk and a smirk, "I know, it's the true love you mentioned, right?"

I looked at her seriously, without smiling.

"Have you finished your milk tea?" My voice returned to indifference, "The conversation should end."

I stood up and walked towards the exit. She didn't catch up. When I passed the gate, I glanced back inadvertently, and saw her sitting alone and lost in the empty hall...