Followed

45.

Wenya started school in September, and she came back with a double tan when she checked the registration date.

Bie Xu and Wen Er greeted her, the three of them wandered around the imperial capital for a few days, and Wen Ya reported to University A on Sunday.

Wen Er didn't intend to send her off, and Wen Ya insisted on completing it independently, but Bie Xu, in the name of a graduate, invited Wen Er to visit his alma mater.

He spoke very sweetly, and before Wen Er could agree, Wen Ya covered her face with a strange yell, pushed her brother's shoulder, and sighed, "Excuse me!"

Bie Xu said: "I promised to show you all the scenery I have traveled, and University A is one of them."

On the day of registration, the two entered the school swaggeringly behind Wen Ya. They planned to pretend to be parents, but they didn't expect them to be mixed in with a bunch of youthful faces. They didn't look obtrusive at all, like seniors returning to school early after the holiday.

Wen Er was even accosted by two freshmen, who quickly waved his hands and said that he was not a student of the school, but just came to send his sister to school, which caused Wen Ya, who wanted to be independent and self-reliant but had to be a cover for her brother to show her affection, to roll her eyes in dissatisfaction all the time.

In the end, it was Bie Xu, the real senior, who answered questions and asked the two freshmen to immediately change their targets, let Wen Er go, and sent a series of "Oh!", "That's it!", "Thank you senior!"

The freshmen's questions can be called polite and sincere, and their mouths are sweet when they call people, but the questions one after another are so entangled that I planned to hold my boyfriend's little hand, put his arms around his waist, and talk softly The introduction was like a question-and-answer meeting for freshmen, mentioning a few famous buildings or landscapes, as if he was reciting a guide without emotion, which was completely different from the romantic way he had imagined before.

Fortunately, the two freshmen had different majors from Wen Ya, so they parted ways soon.Bie Xu was afraid of being entangled again, so he explained a few words to Wen Ya, and then hurriedly dragged Wen Er away from the overly enthusiastic and curious freshmen, and chose to walk along the path where there were no people.

Wen Ya was admitted to the physics department, while Bie Xu was studying Chinese language and literature, and the teaching building and dormitory were in another district.

But Bie Xu has always been very exploratory. After studying at University A for four years, he is very familiar with every plant and tree on the campus. He can talk about the scenery of other school districts better than those students of this major.

Wen Er also yearned for A University when he was in high school. Listening to Bie Xu's narration now, it was as if he had experienced life here.

The two walked around unhurriedly, and after more than an hour, Bie Xu finally led him to the place where he often attends classes.

At the entrance of the main teaching building is a row of bulletin boards, with photos of the college professors posted, and beside them are introductions of outstanding student representatives and outstanding alumni.

Wen Er looked over curiously, but couldn't find Bie Xu, so he teased, "You're considered an excellent writer, why aren't you here?"

Bie Xu smiled lightly, and nodded at those glittering names: "Look at what kind of bosses these are, I'm nothing compared to them."

The ones he points to are serious literary writers or scholars who are well-known in the country or even internationally, and they are indeed existences for people to look up to.

Wen Er took Bie Xu's arm, shook his head, seemed to be aggrieved by him, and said seriously and proudly: "You are already very good, but the direction you chose is not recognized by the mainstream, and you are still so young."

Bie Xu was overjoyed by Wen Er's praise, but he was always very modest about academics and writing, so he was a little guilty in front of a bunch of photos of famous writers.He coughed twice, changed the subject, and pointed to the outstanding student representative next to him: "I stayed in this position when I was a freshman."

Wen Er immediately showed a "really so" expression, and gave Bie Xu two thumbs up without hesitation, which almost made him unable to stand up, and he was in high spirits.

Bie Xu didn't want to brag about himself, but in the face of his sweetheart's unabashed praise, he couldn't help showing off a little: "At that time, Zhou Rushi and I formed a new school magazine. He was the editor-in-chief and I was the editor-in-chief. We handed over the website and official account to our juniors after graduation, and they are still in operation today!"

"You and editor-in-chief Zhou are also destined, and you are still working together."

"That's right, I can't get rid of him anyway." Bie Xu spread his hands pretending to be disgusted, thought for a while, and leaned into Wen Er's ear and asked narrowly, "Are you jealous?"

"No..." Wen Er laughed, "Really not... I just feel so lucky."

Bie Xuben also teased him, nodded when he heard the words, and returned to seriousness: "It's really lucky. He was one of the very few people who publicly supported me when I came out of the closet. He was suspected of having an affair with me before. The man is wronged."

"Where are you wronged?" Wen Ermo said for a while, and then suddenly said this.

"Huh?" Bie Xu didn't expect Wen Er to react like this.

"You are the most wronged." Wen Er repeated again, there was a trace of stubbornness in his usually indifferent eyes, "Sexual orientation is not something worth publicizing, and it was forced to make it known to everyone."

"It's okay." Seeing that Wen Er felt sorry for him, Bie Xu hugged him reassuringly, "It's all over, and I'm not afraid of what others will say."

He was half sincere, half joking with a lively atmosphere: "Fortunately, it was tempered at that time, which gave me the courage to chase you desperately."

The two chatted intimately in front of the bulletin board for a while, flirting and flirting very unobtrusively, but they would not attract attention on campus, and passers-by would only think of them as brothers.If it weren't for the striking looks of the two of them, no one would glance in this direction at all.

Not long after, an old man about 60 years old walked out of the teaching building. He paused when he passed by them, and stopped randomly to take a few more glances.

Wen Er was the first to notice the gaze on his side. After waiting for a while, the gaze didn't seem to move away, so he gently took Rabesu's hand, turned his head and looked at the old man.

Bie Xu also followed his gaze and turned his head. He was stunned for a moment, then hurried up to meet him, and called out respectfully, "Teacher Wang!"

The old man looked like a strict teacher, with a straight face, when he was not speaking, his eyebrows were raised upwards, the center of his brows was frowned, and the corners of his mouth were drawn flat, with a rare happy look.

He obviously still remembered Bie Xu, squinted his eyes and nodded at him, his tone was gentler than expected, unhurried, and even a little relieved: "Bie Xu."

Bie Xu quickly agreed, and the old man glanced at him leisurely, then his gaze fell on Wen Er.

After all, he is a teacher of University A. Although he has never taught himself, Wen Er respects him very much.He imitated Bie Xu's address and greeted: "Hello, Teacher Wang."

"I don't seem to have any impression of you." Teacher Wang sized him up for a long time, frowning even tighter, as if he was confused and couldn't find such a student in his memory.

Wen Er was a little nervous for some reason: "I didn't graduate from University A, and I haven't taken your class."

"Oh——" the old man lifted his chin, nodded slightly at random, and he could hear some complacency when he spoke again, "It seems that I am not old, and I usually remember the students I have taught."

Wen Er didn't know what to answer, so he kept smiling.

"His name is Wen Er, and he is very good." After a moment of silence, Bie Xu said suddenly.

Wen Er was startled when he heard this, and quickly pulled the corner of Bie Xu's clothes from behind, signaling that he didn't need to introduce himself, and then smiled awkwardly at the old man.

However, Teacher Wang showed a very interested expression. His reaction was like hearing a student suddenly interjected a digression that had nothing to do with the class during class. classroom discipline.As a teacher who has always been loved by students, he often does not blame rashly at such times, but encourages such seemingly irrelevant ideas, and is willing to listen to what follows.

Bi Xu grabbed Wen Er's hand that was quietly holding the edge of his clothes, held it openly, and pulled it to his waist, as if on purpose to let the person in front of him see clearly: "He is my lover."

Wen Er's mind exploded with a "boom", and he quickly wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held tightly by Bie Xu, unable to break free at all.

He looked at the person across from him suspiciously, and his mood had turned from shock and bewilderment to panic, for fear that the old man would drive Bie Xu out of the teacher's school in a rage, or faint on the spot if he couldn't bear it.

However, Mr. Wang was much calmer than Wen Er expected. Although his expression was complicated, he did not do anything out of the ordinary.He just looked at Wen Er carefully for a long while, finally looked at Bie Xu, and sighed long: "Okay..."

Wen Er's whole body was already stiff, his back felt like a needle prick, wishing he could disappear in place, but he didn't dare to move.

At this moment, Bie Xu finally let go of his hand, but before Wen Er could heave a sigh of relief, he wrapped his arms around his shoulders even harder, wrapped Wen Er in his arms, and nodded proudly: "Thank you, teacher, for your blessings." .”

Wen Er suddenly looked at Bie Xu as if he saw a ghost, saw that the man didn't look at him at all, and nodded to the old man in a panic, and in a trance, he didn't pay attention, and bowed deeply to the person in front of him.

Bie Xu was still holding Wen Er in one hand, and suddenly felt that his arm was empty, he couldn't laugh or cry for a moment, so he quickly made up for the courtesy and bent down together with him.

Teacher Wang was also confused by this respectful gift for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he felt that the young man brought by his beloved student was really interesting.

He laughed a few times in relief, raised the corners of his mouth, and smoothed the center of his brows. He finally looked less serious, just like an ordinary old man smiling.

Looking at the "grey-faced" Bie Xu, he couldn't help feeling very emotional.In my memory, this kid was still a child who couldn't get rid of his lofty conceit when he first entered school. In the blink of an eye, a few years have passed, and he has accumulated a lot. He has learned to be open-minded without sadness or anger, and still has his original momentum.

"Very good...you two are very good!" The old man kept nodding his head. As a teacher, the happiest thing is to see that all the children he has taught are doing well.

"I felt sorry for you when you didn't take the postgraduate entrance examination. Later, when I learned that you didn't plan to take the postgraduate entrance examination, I was afraid that you would be impulsive and ask if you had to choose a difficult path." He talked about his students, Always be moved with [-]% sincerity, "Later when you answer me that sentence, I will tell my current students."

"The definition of easy or difficult to walk is too narrow. They are all arranged by people, and you can see the end at a glance..." Teacher Wang said halfway, stepped forward to pat Bie Xu on the shoulder, and stretched out the other hand Embrace Wen Er.

Bie Xu met his encouraging eyes, smiled and said, "I only choose the path I opened up."