heart to wild

On the day Song Ran returned to school, the students in class three were very well organized.Those who learn to paint and play basketball all returned to the class and sat down.

The class bell rang and took a step into the classroom. The classroom where the bell rang three times in the past was still twittering.

It's the second and third class of high school, that's right.

He re-entered the classroom with the lesson plan, stood on the podium, turned around, looked at the focused eyes of the whole class, opened his mouth, and said hoarsely: "Class."

He Dan stood up more actively than Tang Miaomiao: "Stand up!"

Everyone stood up together and bowed at 90 degrees: "Hello, teacher!"

Scary.

Song Ran blinked, wanted to laugh a little, curled his lips and asked them to sit down, without saying anything, just proceeding according to the teaching progress Zhang Yifeng told him.

As if nothing had happened.

He's still that little popular average math teacher.

Ten minutes before the bell rang, Song Ran, who finished the last question ahead of time, put down the chalk, looked up at the formulas on the entire blackboard for a while, and sighed softly in his heart.

When he turned around again, a smile was already on his lips.

"This should be the last class I give to everyone." He said.

Song Ran suppressed the restlessness of the children, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "It's nothing serious, but I feel that I still need to hone it, and I didn't dare to play tricks on you, so I went to the principal to talk about it."

"Teacher, we only want you!" Some girls were already crying.

God, what straight guy can stand this kind of thing.

Song Ran was terrified on the spot, and quickly ordered the students around to give her tissues, but more and more people were crying, and there were not enough tissues.

He sighed, put his hands on the desk, and turned his head to look at the clear sky outside the window.

"I believe you have all heard that when I was your age, I hurt a very good friend because of jealousy and malice."

Intermittent sobbing was his answer.

Song Ran ignored it, lowered her eyelashes, and said in an erratic tone: "Actually, I regretted it a long time ago."

Back then, that man and his younger brother were filming a documentary called "Great Expectations" in school, grabbing people everywhere and asking, "What is your dream?"

Song Ran, who was still Jin Ran at the time, sat by the window and thought for a long time, and finally turned around helplessly and told the boy smiling slyly behind the camera: "I don't know, I just hope I don't regret it."

But it's clear that he didn't realize his dream.

Song Ran came back to her senses, smiled and looked at the group of hopeless children.

"Okay, don't cry, I will continue to be a teacher, and I won't run away."

Just take it as retribution, before he caused his deskmate to be pointed out by others, now it's his turn.

Yu Dian, who was in the last row, rested his chin on the thick book, and turned his head to look at the same table where the old god was, "Why hasn't he come yet?"

Yu Zisheng, who was in charge of the contact, tapped the tip of his nose, and comforted him in a low voice: "I will take him to the school gate, and he will come."

Outside the door, the "he" in their conversation was leaning on the wall of the corridor with his arms folded, his long legs slung in front of him, his head raised, and his eyes were clear as he listened to Song Ran seriously talking to the students in the classroom. Last class.

"As you grow up, the memories of your past boyhood will gradually fade away, and the image of many people will become blurred. Only the impression of that person will last forever. So you have to behave well and cherish your appearance in the eyes of your friends. ah."

Song Ran laughed self-deprecatingly: "When my name is mentioned now, my classmates should still be eager to fight."

That's why I didn't dare to speak in the group of classmates, didn't dare to sit next to them at the school celebration party, and didn't dare to tell my best friend on his birthday that I had always felt sorry for him.

The children were anxious in the classroom, but Ji Wanxuan, who was waiting for them, pretended to be deep in the corridor.

But suddenly, the man's ears were grabbed.

"hiss--"

Ji Wanxuan rubbed her ears in pain, watching the back of Zhang Yifeng, the head teacher who was quite angry after revealing his existence, and flicked his clothes away, helplessly shaking his head, got up and straightened the folds of his shirt , walked slowly to the classroom door of the third class.

Ignoring the young teacher on the podium who was staring at him in astonishment, the grown-up boy looked around at the carrot heads in the classroom, and suddenly realized the feeling when the teachers stood by the door and looked at him and his friends back then. .

fantastic.

Ji Wanxuan knocked on the door symbolically, and politely said: "Excuse me, but get out of class is about to end. I heard that you were not in class just now, so it's not an interruption."

He wandered here and there, just not getting to the point.

The few people who ran to Luis+ that day all straightened their backs, their eyes almost staring at themselves.

Ji Wanxuan rolled her Adam's apple slightly, turned her head, and looked at Song Ran calmly with trembling eyes.

"On behalf of the whole class of the 2018 senior three class, I'm here to send you an invitation card for Teacher Kong's [-]th birthday." He said.

Still the same sentence, everything is difficult at the beginning, and then let nature take its course.

Ji Wanxuan raised the corners of her lips, leaned against the door with one hand in her trousers pocket, her shoulders were straight, her smile was as bright and beautiful as before, and her eyes were just right for tenderness.

"As for why it is represented by me who didn't finish my senior year?"

Ji Wanxuan glanced meaningfully at those familiar children, and lazily dragged out a long voice: "Probably because your teacher Song said just now that I am his best friend."

There were several short exclamations in the classroom.

Ji Wanxuan leaned his head against the door frame, raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Ran who was almost speechless, with a smile in his tone.

"I don't know if I'm being self-indulgent, but at the same table, I've been waiting for your blessings on my birthday all these years.

"..."

Song Ran's jaw trembled, and the resonant man, the father of his two-year-old daughter, actually shed two lines of tears in front of dozens of children.

Ji Wanxuan pursed her mouth pretending to be distressed, and snapped her fingers to the students who were sitting stupidly: "Give your teacher a piece of paper, kids."

The school bell rang.

In the corridor and in the classroom, there was noise again.

School is a place that never gets old.

The boy back then stood by the door and waved to his deskmate, and the two walked out side by side.

"But to be honest, why did you change your surname to Song?"

"……I like."

"...Okay, okay, I won't ask, brother, don't cry."

- "Did your dream come true?"

It seemed that some classmates were joking with each other again.

The two former tablemates looked at each other for a while, Ji Wanxuan tilted his head and suddenly laughed.

He opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound. Song Ran's eyesight was better than his, so he could see that this wasn't a simple lip language.

It was a spring morning, and there were new shoots on the branches outside the door, but it suddenly reminded me of an ordinary winter evening a few years ago.

The unpopular music radio station reads the rainy season of youth. At that time, Song Ran hadn't graduated from college, and he was still hesitating about his future home in a taxi.

And he was looking out of the dim window at that time, and suddenly recalled that in the third year of high school, he seemed to have called this radio station and ordered Zhang Zhenyue's "Goodbye".

"Hello, is this Mr. Rabbit Udon?" The female voice of the host of the radio station was very sweet.

The boy who called was very shy, and he was silent for a while before speaking: "Yes, I want to order a song for my friend who was hurt by me."

The host was very gentle: "Okay, which song is it?"

"Zhang Zhenyue, "Goodbye"."

"But I don't want to see him again. I'm going to apologize to him tomorrow."

The boy Song Ran slipped his finger on the car window, and water droplets fell down like tear stains.

——He used to think that he would never be able to say sorry to that person himself.

"Hey, Ji Wan."

"Ok?"

"I'm sorry." Very solemnly.

"Got it!" Very gentle.

Everything arrives late, like the first peach blossom in spring.

When Jiang Zhai was dragged by Yu Dian to run to Building No. 2, he was still very, very puzzled.

"What does your math teacher's classmate have to do with me?"

Yu Dian glared at him bitterly: "Our math teacher's classmate is also Mr. Chen's junior!"

Ji Wanxuan! Javen!

Jiang Zhai was stunned for a moment, then suddenly threw him away and strode towards the teaching building for the art students.

Chen Yiran, what kind of person did you like?

It's just very ordinary.

It's just really good looking when you smile.

Walking around in the art office, and pretending to help Chen Yiran send away the curious female colleague, Ji Wanxuan took the disposable water cup handed over by the man, blinked, and teased: "That's your blind date." , brother?"

Chen Yiran shook his head, looked at him with a helpless smile and said, "It's just the daughter of Shibo's family."

Ji Wanxuan curled her lips, sat on his swivel chair unceremoniously, raised her legs and twirled for half a circle.

"You rich kids don't even call us 'uncles' and 'uncles'. The same goes for Shen Fang. Last time he introduced me to a 'uncle world'. To die, my tongue almost got stuck."

He always had a good time talking.

But when they were working together in Melbourne, Javen was a reserved and gentle Javen, who would only occasionally tell a joke when working overtime together.

Chen Yiran suddenly felt lucky, fortunately Ji Wanxuan belonged to Yancheng - just those few simple jokes made me almost give up my heart to him, a few more words, Ian loves to laugh like now, it will not be so easy for Ian He took the initiative to let go in front of Shen Fang.

After all, everyone will yearn for warmth.

Ji Wanxuan landed on his toes, and the movement of the swivel chair stopped. He lay on the table that had been cleaned up because he would come, and stared at Chen Yiran with piercing eyes.

"Brother, after all these years, do you still have no one you like?"

Yes, you.

Chen Yiran didn't say anything to scare him, leaned against the table and took a sip of coffee, his eyes wandered, and he suddenly remembered a certain evening last month, mineral water bottle, protection, and a kiss that shouldn't have happened.

He said lightly: "I can't tell."

It's really strange that Chen Yiran, who is unambiguous, still has such times.

Obviously he has a thousand ways to completely dispel the boy's mind.

For example, push Jiang Di away, pinch his chin frivolously, and say coldly: "Compared to my former friends, your kissing skills are really inferior."

...Forget it, it seems to be too frivolous.

For another example, if you act more aggressively, you'd better kick him or slap him.

Jiang Zhai seemed to be a good fighter, but Chen Yiran was not bad either. In the few robberies he encountered while studying abroad, he never lost the wind.

At that time he was still very young, not as depressed as he is now.

The first time Chen Yiran realized that he might not be young anymore was probably when he was hastily robbed by an inexperienced gangster, and instead of being excited, he calmly handed over his money to the other party.

His mental age may already be that of an old man who is dying.

At the end of that day, he just opened his mouth and said flatly, "Don't do this in the future."

But is he... is he really calm?

Ji Wanxuan rested her cheek with one hand, staring intently at her senior's curvaceous side profile.

He has always been smart, so he can naturally see the hesitation and tenderness in Chen Yiran's eyes.

Ji Wanxuan smiled: "Brother, there are some things I wanted to say a long time ago."

Chen Yiran looked back at him, his watery eyes flickered slightly: "Huh?"

The young man by the window leaned on the swivel chair, raised his arms lazily and stretched himself in front of the window.

"My math teacher taught me that odd and even don't change, and symbols look at quadrants.

"Trigonometric functions have laws, and human emotions also have laws.

"At this age, I still believe in love at first sight, and I understand the truth of love at first sight. Having said so much, don't you find out what I want to say?"

Ji Wanxuan's smile is as cunning as before.

"I just want to tell you, brother, when I asked you if you like someone, the first person that came to your mind is the one you like."

Chen Yiran's eyelashes trembled.

"But I was thinking of you."

Ji Wanxuan: "...No way?"

Chen Yiran lowered his eyelids, and the breath in his body fluctuated like a tide, making his heart skip a beat, as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

When Ji Wanxuan was so frightened that he was about to stick to the wall, Chen Yiran suddenly laughed softly.

"Not you," he said.

I really didn't lie this time.

The class bell rang, and the door of the office was pulled open from the inside without haste.

The strange man came out side by side with Chen Yiran, turned around, hugged him with a smile.

Yu Dian squatted in an inconspicuous corner, raised his hand and patted Jiang Zhai beside him with a sigh and a pun.

"Jiang'er, I think we're late."

Mr. Chen has already lived in his heart. After that person moves out, will there be new residents?

Jiang Di watched the two leave, and slowly stood up while holding onto the handrail of the stairs.

His expression is very laid back, not at all like a high school student who is late for class and love.

Yu Dian tilted his head to look at him curiously: "Aren't you going to talk to Teacher Chen?"

say what.

Jiang Di withdrew his gaze, and walked down the stairs of Building No. 2, lazily resting on the child's shoulders.

"Did you empathize with that teacher's classmate?"

Yu Dian had a big reaction: "You talk nonsense! Chick... Senior Ji has a ring on his ring finger!"

Observing so carefully, I even know what people's nicknames are!Yu Zisheng, you are very dangerous!

Jiang Zhai's meaningful gaze made people feel flustered and short of breath, Yu Dian turned his head and muttered: "I am Yangou, but I have no deeper meaning!"

Who doesn't like good-looking people, Yu Dian opens the novel and finds that the hero and heroine have "normal looks" and immediately closes the page, okay?

Jiang Zhai clicked his tongue and shook his head for his cousin.

Yu Dian pouted: "But I...but I'm in a bit of a complicated mood right now."

Jiang Zhai listened attentively: "Oh, why?"

Yu Dian looked up melancholy, extremely sad: "Xiao Ji senior, he likes a male star, he is my idol."

"..."

Oh my goodness.

The day was over again. After school, Song Ran went to the principal's office again.

This time I went to get back the written report on his application to stay in the first and second grades of high school.

The teacher at that time has become his immediate boss, but just like this ageless school, Peng Jianhua still seems to be the dean standing in the office, pointing at the fighting teenagers with a pointer and getting angry.

He would scold them, ask them to write a self-criticism, go to the playground to run twenty laps, and then tacitly cooperate with the teacher and the classmate who was framed to protect the child who temporarily wanted to go astray.

In the morning meeting that year, Song Ran read the inspection on the rostrum, and the content was only to fight with the juniors in the first year of high school in the corridor.

Damn, he was beaten up black and blue by Shen Fang, but he was just playing around.

Even the teachers didn't ask him to mention "framing cheating" at all.

—About that morning, he must have regretted it.

"father!"

The daughter's voice was crisp and sweet like a strawberry. Song Ran looked up and saw the mother and daughter standing on the balcony and waving to him.

Children are immature, and adults who are usually gentle are also immature.

Obviously, they could go upstairs and go home in 2 minutes, but Song Ran looked at the big and small, raised her eyebrows helplessly, and waved at them.

The faraway taxi picked up new passengers, and the finger marks on the window were disturbed by the trajectory of water droplets, but the criss-crossing grids could still be vaguely seen.

The figure downstairs had already entered the building, and the youngest daughter painted and painted on the balcony window for a long time, and yelled, "Mom."

The woman who had been listening to the movement outside the door let out a "hmm", then turned around and saw the crooked half-game five-piece endgame on the window.

She couldn't help laughing.

The door opens and closes, and the head of the family returns.

The woman sat by the window with her daughter in her arms, tilted her head, and invited him to come and paint on the window after the rain.

Song Ran looked at those immature lines, raised the corners of his mouth, and said yes lightly.

During the day, Ji Wanxuan told his tablemate who played backgammon in class with his lips that he had the opportunity to play mahjong together.

After many years, the upgrade of entertainment items has doubled. Those people in their class will never die once they hit the mahjong table.

Ok……

Then before that, let's practice the basic skills with the children first.