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In the morning, there was still light snow in the sky. After all, it was the end of November 2008. The weather was so cold that the snow on the road turned into ice after being stepped on by pedestrians.

On the way to send the child to school, the usually silent and dull child seemed to have changed and became very lively. He even let go of Fang Chen's hand and slid awkwardly on the snow.

Looking at the child running in front, Fang Chen burst into tears. If Huang Tingjian didn't magically appear yesterday, he would have been sleeping under the ice lake by now, and he would never see the child again. Someone passed by her, and Fang Chen quickly pretended to be confused and wiped her eyes. Fortunately, it was still dark and no one could see the red circles under her eyes.

When we arrived at the school gate, the janitor was shoveling the snow. The child called out "Hello, grandpa" and then bowed seriously. The uncle happily said, "You are the first again today." The child turned back to Fang Chen. He smiled naively: "Mom, I am number one!" Fang Chen also smiled and waved his hand, gesturing for the child to come in. Because he has a long way to go to work, the child has been commuting with him since he was in kindergarten at the age of two, but he has suffered a lot.

After sending the child off and walking towards the bus stop, Fang Chen suddenly thought of something and walked quickly for a few steps. Today, his legs were not as heavy as usual, but instead felt lighter than ever before. At this time, the bus happened to pull into the stop, and Fang Chen raised his legs and started running. He felt more relaxed than ever before, and his breathing became easier. The old self who was plagued by serious illnesses seemed to be a completely different person.

The inexplicable illness seemed to be cured overnight. Fortunately, I was rescued yesterday. No, it didn’t get better overnight, it got better on the way back yesterday. To be precise, it should be fine after being rescued.

Could that Huang Tingjian be a god? He saved himself and also secretly cured all his illnesses?

Do you still have such a good life? Fang Chen couldn't help but feel that he was too whimsical to be worthy of being saved by a god. Thinking of this, the corners of Fang Chen's mouth raised, and his whole person looked radiant, completely different from yesterday.

After entering the school, Fang Chen suddenly realized that he had nowhere to go. Her original office was the studio, but she had already checked out of the studio yesterday and handed over the key.

As she was standing on the side of the road, confused, two female teachers from the external department passed by. Fang Chen quickly smiled and said hello: "Good morning!" The two men glanced at her sideways, their eyes had complicated meanings, and they walked quickly without saying a word. opened. Three more people followed behind, scanning Fang Chen up and down with disdainful eyes, and passed by muttering.

"Look at her charming eyes. She might want to hook up with someone!"

"What kind of flirtatious eyes are you? You're just as good as dead fish eyes."

"Haha--you're just like this, you still want to hook up with someone?"

"Don't look at her dead eyes and bitter face, but she can really hook up with her."

It seemed that it was specifically meant for Fang Chen to hear. This soft whisper hit Fang Chen's eardrums word for word.

For the past year, he has been surrounded by mutterings and strange looks. Fang Chen always thought that it was his illusion or that others were talking about other things. In short, it had nothing to do with him. Only recently did he find out. Later, I realized that it seemed to be directed at myself. I was ostracized and insulted for a long time, but I couldn't figure out the reason. This made Fang Chen extremely depressed, and he had long thought of committing suicide.

Until two days ago, the department leader suddenly talked to Fang Chen and said that he could no longer do teaching work because he promoted feudal superstition to students and suffered from shortcomings in teacher ethics. At that time, Fang Chen only felt like a thunderbolt. This thing happened too strangely, too suddenly, and too inexplicably. At that time, his mind went blank. He only looked at the scarlet lips with thick lipstick on the opposite side opening and closing. He didn't understand the leader. What did you say. Looking back afterwards, I only understood one reason: I once advised students not to get tattoos because it was to promote feudal superstition.

Is this promoting feudal superstition? Does just chatting privately with two students count as promoting feudal superstition? Fang Chen thought about it and reluctantly accepted this statement. He should be more careful when talking to students in the future.

However, the ancients said that it makes sense that the body's hair and skin should not be damaged by parents, and bad tattoos will destroy luck and may even lead to bloody disasters, so it is best for students not to get tattoos. Fang Chen said these words to the students out of responsibility for them and to dissuade them from the idea of ​​getting tattoos. How could it become the promotion of feudal superstition? Is it right to support their tattoos and praise them?

Although he couldn't figure it out, Fang Chen still accepted the punishment. The family education she received since she was a child is that she must be obedient. Since the department leader said so, it must be her own fault. If she can't do teaching work, she shouldn't do it.

Later, the department secretary asked her to hand over the keys to the studio. Yesterday, she packed her things like a zombie. After handing over the keys, she heard a few mocking words. She didn't want to go home for some reason, and went to the lake in the country park in a daze.

But those vicious words today had no effect, because Fang Chen's focus is no longer here. She just wants to find out one thing now - who is Huang Tingjian? She felt that the real world and the dream world were a bit unclear, so she only hesitated for a moment and walked towards the library.

After spending a day in the library, I rummaged through all the books, but couldn't find any clues about Huang Tingjian. What's even more speechless is that there are no books on Song poetry in the library of Nuo University! However, this day was a very pleasant one. I regained the long-lost feeling and seemed to be back to my carefree college days.