3 shaku

At the beginning of June, the first and second year of senior high school will take the college entrance examination holiday.

On the first day of the holiday, there were many alumni who returned to school to visit teachers in each middle school.

Shen Xizhou made an appointment with his friends to go back to his alma mater at [-]:[-] pm. Including her, there are seven girls in total.

Xia Yubing, Nan Sang and her were classmates in junior high school, and the other four friends, one was admitted to No. [-] Middle School in the provincial capital, one was in the same school as them, and two were admitted to another key high school.

The group of them got together so neatly, it was during the winter vacation a few months ago.

The class teacher's surname is Yu, and his first name is Yuechu.

The former students stood obediently beside her, and Yu Yuechu was just like before, smiling frequently, listening attentively to their talk about high school.

Shen Xizhou gave up his seat to others, and stood in the corner by himself, acting as an outsider.

The rain is gurgling outside the window, and the spring is fading.

The annual college entrance examination is arranged around the ear seed, and the senior high school entrance examination is arranged around the summer solstice.

The 24 solar terms connect the relationship between the sky and people. During the same period, there will be a clear rain in this city. After the big exam, the rain will be calm and the wind will calm down, and everything will be settled.

Her thoughts merged into the scattered rain, and she unknowingly returned to a similar rainy day three years ago.

"Is that Teacher Yu's suitor?" The girl who was traveling with her lowered her voice, with secret excitement on her face.

Shen Xizhou followed her gaze. At the end of the corridor of the teaching building, a man in a well-tailored white suit stood face to face with Yu Yuechu. The two were talking. They were far away, and the content of the conversation could not be heard clearly. .

"No." Shen Xizhou quickly made a judgment, the two kept a certain distance, the man's face was business-like indifference, Yu Yue was trying to restrain some of her emotions, and the voice that floated was tired after being modified by the sound of rain .

Not a suitor, let alone a friend, because only one person has the ability to communicate.

The closeness of a relationship is not based on what each other says or does, but the atmosphere when they get along. Some people act ambiguously, but they have a slight chill outside. Even if some people are arguing, it is intimacy that no one else can intervene.

"Oh~" The girls' curiosity was frustrated, and they turned into the stairwell, "Ms. Yu has so many suitors, but no one has ever been favored by her. Do you think she already has a sweetheart, so others can't get close to her?" .”

The precocious girl used green words to describe some ambiguous feelings, and Shen Xizhou captured a wandering memory with a thought.

One afternoon, she went to Yu Yuechu to discuss the specific rules of poetry recitation.

"Teacher." Shen Xizhou knocked on the door and entered, just in time to meet Yu Yue's teary eyes.

Yu Yuechu was writing, when she raised her head, she was absent-minded and flustered for a moment.

After a long time, she came back to her senses, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and handed the letterhead she had just used to Shen Xizhou: "For you."

After finishing speaking, she showed a poignant smile, people are like a good scene after a long time, a cluster of poppies blooming in the mist of fireworks, once the flowering period is over, life and death are farewell.

Shen Xizhou took the letter and looked at it. There were two lines of clear handwriting on the paper: "One is at the edge of the sky, and the other is at the corner of the earth. When I am born, my shadow does not depend on my form. When I die, my soul does not connect to my dream. For that, why not?"

The words are exhausted but the feelings are endless, and the personnel, affairs, news and books are both boundless.

"Xizhou?" Shen Xizhou was interrupted by Nan Sang to recall, "Huh?"

Nan Sang put her arms around her neck and smiled seriously: "Let's go, let's go to the city center for dinner later. Teacher Yu said she was treating guests."

Yu Yuechu followed, and her skirt swayed as she walked, making little ripples. She smiled and said, "A group of crazy girls have tired my ears. It's safe for you to hide here."

The crazy girl she was talking about made faces at Shen Xizhou behind her, and Shen Xizhou maintained a united front with her, deeply convinced: "I'm also afraid they will talk about me."

Nan Sang's face changed suddenly, and he made a gesture to hold her hostage: "The traitor has fallen into my hands, sisters!"

Shen Xizhou thought to himself: a group of naive ghosts, a group of people joking and pushing her to go outside.

Yu Yuechu walked behind them alone, her smile no longer showed the loneliness of half a year ago.

As they grow up, people around them stop and go, time is pressing, and no one can take a half step back.

It was already late after the group dispersed, Shen Xizhou returned home, just after taking a shower, Lian Ziyin knocked on the door outside the bedroom: "Honey, can I come in?"

"Please come in." Shen Xizhou turned the chair, "Mom."

Lian Ziyin came in with a plate of watermelon, she put the plate on the desk, and sat on Shen Xizhou's bed: "Honey, is your head teacher Song Shu?"

Shen Xizhou replied cautiously: "Yes, why did you ask this suddenly?"

Lian Ziyin couldn't see what she meant, she said vaguely: "Just ask."

Shen Xizhou was speechless for a moment, and said kindly: "Ms. Lian, your motive for asking this matter is doubtful."

In Shen Xizhou's junior high school, Yu Yuechu served as the class teacher for three years. Lian Ziyin couldn't even remember whether she was a man or a woman. Now he suddenly cared about her, which inevitably made people alert.

Lian Ziyin chuckled: "It's a long story."

……

The night was silent, and Lian Ziyin's narration was coming to an end. She stretched, yawned and stood up: "Okay, baby, go to bed early, I'm going back to sleep."

After Shen Xizhou sent her out of the bedroom, he sat back at the desk and tapped the table with his slender fingers.

After a long time, she took out her phone and sent Song Shu a message: "You often mention me to your aunt."

A full stop is a firm affirmation, and there is no room for Song Shu's sophistry.

Song Shu was sitting on the sofa watching a movie, and when she heard the notification sound of special attention, she slid open the screen, and saw Shen Xizhou's news at a glance, her hand shook, and the phone almost fell to the floor.

Teacher Song: What aunt?

Xizhou: Lingtang.

Teacher Song: This...

Teacher Song: Listen to my sophistry

Xizhou: Huh?

Across the screen, Song Shu could imagine the constriction in Shen Xizhou's gentle eyes, and she sent back a guilty conscience: How do you know?

Xizhou: Have you mentioned me to others?

Song Shu was a little flustered, and replied anxiously: "Only a few, my mother, friends, teachers and classmates at the same school, and nothing else."

There are quite a lot of "some", Shen Xizhou finds out the earphone and plugs it in: "Is it convenient to answer the phone?"

“very convenient”

Fearing that Fu Tongnian would suddenly come out of the room, Song Shu ran back to the bedroom barefoot. She just got the earphones when Shen Xizhou's call came in.

"Good evening." Shen Xizhou's voice was as beautiful as lakes and mountains, softly flowing into Song Shu's ears.

"Good evening..." Song Shu climbed onto the bed that she had neglected for a long time, and lazily leaned against the head of the bed with a soft pillow in his arms.

"My mother told me that my aunt will bring you to my house as a guest the day after tomorrow." Shen Xizhou's wording has a kind of elegance in written language.

Song Shu didn't know about this at all, no wonder Fu Tongnian asked her to spare time the day after tomorrow, but she didn't ask in detail: "My mother never mentioned it to me."

Shen Xizhou's tone was leisurely: "I'll wait for you."

An old verb-object phrase "see parents" came out inexplicably, and Song Shu's heart beat a few beats faster. She remembered something and asked, "Your mother and my mother knew each other? When did it happen?"

Shen Xizhou suppressed a smile: "Listen to the story?"

"Listen~" Song Shu dimmed the light in the bedroom, waiting for her to tell a bedtime story.

The author has something to say: Poppy's Flower Language: Farewell to Life and Elegy.

The first time I came into contact with "Poppy" was because of Concubine Yu, a stunning beauty who has been mourning her entire life.

The second time I came into contact with "Poppy" was because of the sad words of Li Yu, the amorous empress.