flammable relationship

Anyone would think this matter was absurd, but Mr. Fu accepted it quite calmly.

Everyone has the right to privacy, everyone has his own story, he does not tell, you do not ask, this is the minimum respect for people.But people are curious, and Fu Yiheng will occasionally do some amateur profiles in his mind, because the amount of information is really limited, after all, it is only a few strokes.

This kind of feeling is like going back to the student days, when netizens were not popular at that time, and the literary and hypocritical middle school teenagers had nowhere to vent their inner depression, so they tried to find a few close pen pals, the farther the distance, the less they could see each other , the more vigorous the chat in the letter, the more it beautifies the other party into a perfect person.Talking too much, you can't help but get emotionally involved and consider yourself a confidant. Fu Yiheng still remembers the tragic experience of being forced to transfer to another school after being instigated by an unscrupulous pen pal.

It can be seen how pitiful the existence of similar pen pals is.

From this to this, the conclusion is that friends and neighbors still have to be on guard.

But I can't really prevent it, the other party is a very careful and considerate person.

When it’s sunny, I remind you to pay attention to sun protection. When it’s cloudy, I remind you to bring an umbrella. When you get up late on weekends and open the door, you will have a hot breakfast. After working overtime, you can also harvest ready-made snacks and fruits. with a pink carnation.

Don't ask, if you ask, it's all just by hand.

If it hadn't been for never mentioning the issue of sexual orientation, Fu Yiheng would have wondered if You Neighbor was interested in him.

Come and don't go indecent.

Fu Yiheng is not a person who takes advantage of nothing. When he makes pastries in his spare time, he also habitually brings his friends and neighbors a share.

Don't ask, if you ask, it's all left over from doing too much.

In today's society where material desires are rampant and people are unpredictable, it is really rare to have such a healthy and pure friendly and good-neighborly relationship.

However, considerate friends and neighbors can't comfort Mr. Fu's heart that has been tortured in recent days.

Since the start of school, Fu Yiheng's pressure has increased exponentially. It is enough to just stare at the group of students in the class who are suffering from teenage mania and have whimsical ideas. When he has time, he has to deal with messy emotions question.

Peach blossoms always like to appear together in a certain period of time.

One is a dance artist named Shen Wei, who was encouraged by Zhou Ao.

It has to be said that those who engage in art are romantic cells with half a brain more than ordinary people.This day, a bouquet of flowers comes with a daily love letter, even the colors are not repeated.Within a few days, the office was reduced to a sea of ​​flowers, and gossip and gossip were flying everywhere. After dinner, the teachers were all passionately discussing the persistent flower-sending messenger.

Which rich woman is so infatuated?Women chasing men, interlayer gauze, when will Mr. Fu, the flower of Gaoling, be captured?Three days, five days, breaking the sky, a week?The topic remains hot, and some people even built a special building on the school forum: a mysterious suitor appeared!Will the teachers in our school succeed in getting out of the order with their good looks? !

There are two replies downstairs, one is blind blessing, and the other is believe it or not, Mr. Fu belongs to everyone and no one can take it away.

For this reason, Wu Aicai also specially came over and dialed a few words in a cryptic manner, to the effect that he should pay attention to the occasion, at least it is in school, so the impact is not good, in case the students follow suit, who will they talk to when they splash dirty water?Fu Yiheng spread his hands and smiled wryly. When the first bouquet of flowers was brought in by the guard, he told Shen Wei that the problem was that the other party usually took the weights as food, and tried to persuade him several times to no avail.Later, there was really no way, and Fu Yiheng explicitly forbade the guard uncle from letting flowers into the school.

But you can guard against the guards, but you can't guard against the students.

That person is also a strange person. Every morning, he sends someone to stay at the school gate, buys the students with a little money, and asks the students to hide flowers in their schoolbags to carry out smuggling.

Fu Yiheng: "..."

There's a florist here, can I call the police?

One was already overwhelmed, and the other was even more troubled.

In addition to the mysterious flower giver, there is another more lively post on the school forum. The title is very tantalizing: Did you meet the new PE teacher today?

That was the gossip that Fu Yiheng heard from Li Ding only after the school started. It was said that two physical education teachers were suddenly missing in the new semester of the second grade, one was pregnant and gave birth to a second child, and the other unfortunately got cancer, so the school recruited during the summer vacation. Appointed two young substitute teachers.

"One of them is pre-determined. How do you say that? The crow feeds back and brings money into the group!" Li Ding smacked his mouth in an unrefined manner while eating his snacks.

Fu Yiheng was silent: "Other than fluent, what is the relationship between these two words?"

Li Ding stared at his protruding belly and thought for a while, as if it really didn't matter, he shrugged indifferently: "I can't help it, I'm just a math teacher."

Fu Yiheng couldn't force it: "Go ahead."

Li Ding continued: "The reason why the crow feeds back is because the new colleague is an outstanding student who graduated from the city. When he returns to his alma mater to apply for a job, the school always has to take care of this old relationship. The physical education teacher is not professional. It is not a big problem. The old teacher You can get by with a few more classes. Secondly, why do you say you are joining the group with funding? Because they are really outstanding. Guess what, they donated a building as soon as they came back! At least... at least, uh, At least not, and I don’t know how much it will cost to build a new school building.”

Fu Yiheng clicked his tongue twice, gave a thumbs up and sincerely said, "I'm rich."

At the same time, he curiously opened the post. The first line was a thumbnail, and the accompanying text was full of exaggerated exclamation points, which made people dizzy.

"Don't tell me, this rich man has a lot to do with you." Li Ding blinked at him ostentatiously, with an expression of "Brother, don't forget about wealth and wealth, I'm so envious of you".

"What does it have to do with me?" Fu Yiheng wondered.

"Because you were his homeroom teacher before." Li Ding let out a hey, and solved the mystery, "Why, didn't he say hello to you in advance when he came back to teach? Did he agree to be a teacher for a day and a father for life?"

Hearing this, Fu Yiheng had a bad premonition, and in an instant the ostrich possessed himself and frantically pressed the back button, but it was too late, the thumbnail image was loaded, and the familiar figure was enlarged, forcefully occupying the entire phone screen.

Fu Yiheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he froze in place.

"This kid has turned over completely. He was quite shabby at that time, and he was a prick again." Li Ding sighed on the side, "The so-called 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi. These days, how can we need 30 years? In just four years, a truly smart and powerful person can be changed. It seems that fate is really fair, and if you are given unbearable suffering by ordinary people, it will give you opportunities that ordinary people will never get in their lifetime..."

Fu Yiheng automatically blocked the chatter behind him. He held the phone tightly, closed his eyes, and then opened them again. Repeated this several times, the young man was still the same young man, his facial features, nose, mouth and mouth remained unchanged.

The photo was obviously taken secretly, and the background is the most common green field and red runway on campus.In early autumn, the sky was as blue as washing, and under the platinum-like sun, the young physical education teacher was wearing the most ordinary sportswear, with a silver whistle issued by the school uniformly in his mouth, and the black rope of the timer wrapped around his fingertips, bowing his head Carefully record the sprint results in the data book.

Well-organized, it looks like that.

This is really fatal.Fu Yiheng frowned.I have talked so decisively before, but I really didn't expect that there will be an intersection one day.

And he was about to clean it up. To use an ugly metaphor, the coffin was already nailed up and ready to be buried on an auspicious day. Who would have thought that there would be a fraudulent corpse?

The heart that had been silent for several months began to rebel again, and it was almost full of rebellion, endlessly.

Fu Yiheng clenched his teeth, quickly turned off the screen as if in a fit of anger, and pushed the phone far away like a plague god, then pulled away the chair and stood up, took out a piece of paper, and began to wipe the lenses of the glasses nervously .

It just so happened that the leader of the math group came to announce the meeting time, and seeing Mr. Fu with a cold face, struggling with his own glasses, he winked at Li Ding suspiciously.

Li Ding: "Don't look at me, I don't know, he will be like this when he is irritable. It is said that repeating the same boring and monotonous action can effectively reduce the anger value and soothe the mood. He wiped his glasses like this for half a class. It's time..."

Fu Yiheng almost smoothed the lens, but the energy didn't pass.

He couldn't even tell how many emotions were mixed in that energy, or in other words, he subconsciously resisted to distinguish clearly.

Since the reunion on a rainy night, his breath has been stuck in his chest. The moment he saw the photo just now, it suddenly gushed out like a volcanic eruption and a flood bursting an embankment, choking him with a dull pain in his throat and red eyes.

I thought it would be easy to pass, I thought it would pass in a mediocre way, I thought time is omnipotent.

Only now did he fully understand, but it was just what he thought.

Wei Ran not only didn't say hello in advance, but also didn't take the initiative to approach afterward.

The campus is so big, and it takes no more than a quarter of an hour to walk from one end to the other, but there seems to be a dimensional wall between different grades. Under normal circumstances, they live in peace and harmony, and they should rarely meet each other.

But Teacher Fu can always feel Teacher Wei's eyes.

Maybe it was at the moment of entering and leaving the school gate, that person was always sitting at the gate guard eating cigarettes and chatting with the gate guard uncle, waiting patiently for encounter; maybe it was in the cafeteria, that man became the last teacher to eat in the whole school, Fu Yiheng was in the east, he It's in the west, and Fu Yiheng is in the south, so he hides in the northernmost corner, the two of them are farthest apart, and eat together in silence; maybe in the lecture theater where various activities are held, separated by two, three, four, five, six In the seventh row, he stared at the back of Fu Yiheng's head boredly.

The time to meet people is always fragmented.

It only took a few seconds to pass each other, a set of radio gymnastics only lasted 4 minutes, and a full lunch was calculated, and it took only half an hour to die.

Fu Yiheng didn't know what Wei Rantu was about.

It was too hard.

It's only been a week, and it's harder than four years.

Waiting left and right, finally looking forward to Friday, when Mr. Fu finished his day's work, assigned his homework, rushed to the office building, packed his things neatly, jumped into the car, and fled this place non-stop, as if Wei Wei was everywhere. An open prison with gas.

Wei Ran was waiting in the guard room as usual, while Fu Yiheng was holding the steering wheel, waiting for the railing to slowly rise without looking sideways.He thought that this time Wei Ran would also sit there quietly, smoking a cigarette and watching him leave.

but no.

This man is always surprising.

He walked to the car and knocked on the window.

After ten long seconds, the car window slowly fell, revealing a still stern side face.

"Is Teacher Fu free?" Wei Ran raised the corners of his thin and sharp lips, and tapped lightly on the car door with his knuckle fingers, "Several old classmates asked me to ask if you could take the time to come. Show up at the class reunion?"

The author has something to say: Happy Valentine's Day~