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In autumn, the autumn wind in November is slightly cool, which makes people feel refreshed.But for Song Yizhou, the past two months have been a bit of a struggle.As a new teacher who joined the work in the first year, it is inevitable to participate in various trainings. If you participate more, you will find that these trainings are without exception superficial articles rather than substantive content, and most of them are purely for the performance records of the education department. Song Yizhou called this kind of training "chicken ribs" in his heart, implying that it was tasteless to eat.In addition, besides dealing with training, what is even more troublesome is that as a rookie teacher, Song Yizhou needs to spend most of his time preparing for lessons, but sometimes he still has trouble grasping the time in class. Fortunately, what he teaches is mathematics, and the extra time Just asking students to do a few exercises can fool them, but this is not a long-term solution after all, the class needs to be carefully prepared, and the days will cycle between training-lesson preparation-class, without breathing.

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On a gloomy Saturday morning, I was going to attend a training lecture at [-]:[-] am, so it was still daylight. When people of the same age were still having a tryst with Zhou Gong, Song Yizhou got up early and finished washing.Song Yizhou then warmed a cup of hot milk and ate the meat floss bread he bought last night while watching the morning sports news on TV.After breakfast in a while, Song Yizhou leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest, unexpectedly fell asleep again, and had a dream.Opening his eyes, the clock was pointing to [-]:[-], maybe he was too tired recently, Song Yizhou thought to himself, put on a black sweater, and hurried out.

After nearly half an hour's drive, Song Yizhou arrived at the training place - the education college in the region.The newly-built College of Education is magnificent. From a distance, it feels like a combination of Greek-style architecture and ancient Babylonian hanging gardens. When you walk into it, you have the illusion of entering a martyr's cemetery, adhering to the consistent characteristics of government public unit buildings.After searching for a while in the winding passageway like the Knossos palace, Song Yizhou finally came to the training lecture hall.There are still 10 minutes before the training starts, and more than half of the seats in the lecture hall are still empty. The two entrances of the lecture hall are at the rear of the lecture hall, so Song Yizhou chose the seat near the door in the back corner, and prepared to Go back to sleep later.Song Yizhou took out his mobile phone and browsed today's news for a while, and people came here one after another, most of them were freshly-baked college students full of youthful atmosphere, and there were also a small number of middle school students who had become teachers on the way. young people.There are two middle-aged men sitting on the podium in front of the lecture hall, one is bald before he is old, and the nameplate in front of him reads "Gu Moumou, Director of the Teaching Department of the School of Education;" the other is slightly younger in comparison, On the nameplate is "Wang Moumou, a psychology teacher of a certain middle school."

"It turns out that today it is not an 'imported product', but a 'local product', which is produced and sold on its own." Song Yizhou secretly smiled. He called the lecturers invited from outside the region "imported products" The lecturers in the area are all called "local products", and it is obvious that the young lecturer today comes from a school in the area.Of course, there are exceptions. I still remember the last time a lecturer was born and bred in the region, but he was seconded to an educational institution outside the region. This situation is "export to domestic sales".When Song Yizhou was thinking wildly, Director Gu of the teaching department started to speak, his voice was too loud, and he didn't care about the people who were still chattering.

"Ahem, please be quiet, teachers. Our training is about to begin. Today we are honored to invite Mr. Wang from a certain school. Mr. Wang is one of the central members of our regional psychological association. Mr. Wang graduated from a certain university. He has won a certain award and has a certain reputation in the region... As you know, psychology is closely related to our education. Any education needs to pay attention to the psychology of students, and how to properly use the knowledge of psychology in education will be Get twice the result with half the effort... I hope everyone will listen carefully, I believe everyone will gain something this morning, then I will not waste time, and I will give the time to our teacher Wang, everyone welcome!" Director Gu did not change his expression or emotion the whole time. After finishing his speech, only those who listened were dazed.

"Heavy official accent." For some reason, these four words popped up in Song Yizhou's mind.

Immediately afterwards, the teacher Wang gave a lecture. Compared with the previous one, it can be said that he was more expressive, but his temperament was a bit feminine, and from time to time he would tell a joke that he didn't know where he heard, and he also talked about it. I think my language is very playful, but I don't know that I have become one with the joke.Most of this kind of lectures are like this. Lectures are for the sake of lectures. There is no substantive content.Song Yizhou felt a little disgusted, so he conveniently put his schoolbag on the empty seat beside him, took out a prepared book and read it, it was the second volume of "Gone with the Wind".Song Yizhou turned to the cornered page and read it—"Anyway, tomorrow is another day, Scarlett thought...".

"Excuse me, is there anyone here?" The young woman's voice pulled away the mind immersed in reading.

Song Yizhou turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw a young girl facing him.The woman's face is small and exquisite, with shoulder-length hair, and the expression of lowering her voice cautiously is like a rabbit in the mountains and forests, which is alert to the attack of natural enemies, full of agility.Taking a closer look, the woman is wearing a red plaid shirt and a dark blue knitted sweater. On the sweater is a pattern of a Christmas deer, which is quite cute.There were only three seats in the row where Song Yizhou was sitting. Song Yizhou sat in the middle seat and put his schoolbag on the outside. There were no other vacant seats around. The woman's intentions were clearly revealed. She was late and didn't want to attract people. Sit in the front row where no one is sitting.

"Ah, no one." Song Yizhou shook his head, and subconsciously put his schoolbag into the empty space on the other side.

"What are you looking at? I seem to have seen you hiding in a corner with a book in your hands during the previous training sessions." The woman asked curiously after she sat down, as if she had no intention of listening to the lecture.

Song Yizhou looked at the woman in front of him, he seemed to have seen this small and exquisite face before, but he had no memory other than that.

"It's nothing...it's a novel." Song Yizhou folded the book to the cover so that she could read it.

"Oh, this book is thick. I still remember the English name is 'gone with the wind'. You are so patient. You have read so much, but I didn't insist on reading it. I am ashamed!" The woman said to herself with.

"No, it's better than listening to that. Have you read it?" Song Yizhou thought to himself that there are not many people who have the habit of reading books these days, and there are even fewer people who read this kind of classic novels. There are very few of them.Once people find that someone is reading such books, they will definitely sigh and say "you are so talented", "you are so literary", "you are so knowledgeable" and other words of praise that sound bad, but they will not go to it. look.So when Song Yizhou heard that the woman in front of him had also read this book, his affection immediately increased.

"That's right, I remember that the teacher recommended us to read it in college, and I bought the original English version on purpose, it's too expensive, and I haven't finished it yet." The woman made an innocent expression.

"The English version...then your English must be very good." Song Yizhou blurted out.

"Hehehe...Because I'm an English major! It depends on who you compare with!"

"Then you are an English teacher?"

"Yeah, what about you? I guess it's Chinese!" The woman said with a smile, no doubt it was because of the book Song Yizhou held in his hand.

"No, it's mathematics."

"Hey, it's so unexpected! It doesn't look the same no matter how you look at it. I don't mean anything else. It's just that the math teachers in my impression should all wear glasses and have a rigid look. Parallel...', haha, you don't look like that." The woman imitated the image she described while speaking.

"Ahem...you look so funny." Song Yizhou couldn't help laughing.

"That's humor, okay?" The woman deliberately used a contemptuous tone. "Hey, which school do you go to, the math teacher?" The woman asked immediately.

"I'm in Z, how about you, English teacher?"

"Coincidentally, I live near Z Middle School, which is my high school alma mater! Hey, do you know Teacher XX?..."

The woman asked Song Yizhou about the situation of the school, while telling interesting stories about the teachers in her school days. For example, a certain chemistry teacher's famous saying was "chemical reaction is like shredded pork with cabbage"; He took off his shoes to let in the air, and the stench was overwhelming; a certain female English teacher was the crush of all the male students in the school, even the unmarried young male teacher... Song Yizhou inevitably corresponded with his current colleagues in his mind Get up and find it very interesting.

"It turns out that the goddess of the whole school has left the school. It's a pity. You are so missed. You don't know how beautiful and lovely she is."

"Really? But I think you are quite cute and beautiful." Song Yizhou said boldly, and felt his scalp go numb at the same time.

The woman burst out laughing implicitly, and couldn't hide her inner smile.

"You haven't said which school you are in yet?" Song Yizhou asked.

"Haha, yes, I'm in A." The woman said with a smile.

The moment he heard her say it, Song Yizhou's heart skipped a beat. He thought of Xia Qingyi, her voice, shape and appearance, and that she was also in A, but then he came back to his senses.

"Not bad! By the way, do you teach senior three?" Song Yizhou couldn't help asking.

"How is that possible? It's only the first year! What's wrong?"

"Ah, it's nothing..." Song Yizhou hesitated and went over.

"Oh fine."

The two chatted nonsense for a while, and Song Yizhou learned from the chat that the woman's name was Qin Jiahui, who was the same age as him.

The lengthy lectures made people drowsy, Song Yizhou couldn't resist the drowsiness, closed his eyes and drooped his head to doze off.After an unknown amount of time, the sound of pattering rain broke the sleep, and the desolate autumn rain was thick and dense, carrying another layer of coolness, and broke into the door.

"It's raining." Song Yizhou turned his head to look outside the half-open door, feeling a bit chilly on his back, half talking to himself and half asking Qin Jiahui a question.

"Yeah, it's really bad. It's raining. I hope it will stop later." Qin Jiahui pouted.

"Don't you have an umbrella?"

"Well, I can't get up in the morning, and it didn't rain, so I forgot in the rush.

"Then will you go home later? If you want to go home, why don't you take my car, anyway, the route I'm going back has to go through the area near Z Zhong, and it's just a turn away." Song Yizhou didn't know where his courage came from.

"Really...thank you, I'm really forgetful too." Qin Jiahui didn't refuse, and readily agreed.

"it's okay no problem."

Until the end of the lecture, the rain didn't seem to stop, as if she understood the ways of the world, Qin Jiahui was driven home by Song Yizhou.Her home is indeed not far from Z Central, and it is located in a residential area that seems to be newly built. During the conversation, I learned that this house is one of the houses that were allocated during the relocation a few years ago, and the other house was left unoccupied. , so that it can be used for other purposes in the future.Qin Jiahui's parents did not live with her, but still lived in the old house they bought ten years ago, but the distance is not far, so Qin Jiahui sometimes goes back to her parents to solve the problem of eating.Today, in order to express her gratitude, Qin Jiahui tried her best to invite Song Yizhou to stay for lunch and cook for herself.

"You can sit wherever you want! Drink lemon black tea, is it okay?" Qin Jiahui said and turned on the TV.

The size of the house is not too big, it is the common size of two bedrooms and one living room, and the living room is neatly tidied up.Song Yizhou let out a "hmm", lay down on the swing-style rocking chair next to the sofa, and started to rock.On the TV that was turned on, a star-studded variety show was playing. Song Yizhou didn't want to watch it, so he tuned to the movie channel and found that the movie "The Love of Ghosts" starring Demi Moore was playing.In the movie, Demi Moore's short hair style is beautiful and charming, which suits her very well. Song Yizhou suddenly found that she and Qin Jiahui have some similarities.

"This chair is comfortable, especially when lying in the sun in winter. I fell in love with it at first sight when I was shopping at IKEA." Qin Jiahui came over with a cup of freshly brewed lemon black tea.

Song Yizhou took a sip, and felt the richness of black tea and the refreshingness of lemon at the same time, the two blended and complemented each other.He couldn't help but praised: "Your tea is as good as Lu Yu's, it's so delicious!" He took another sip.

"Haha...you're so poor-mouthed, don't lose...uh, don't lose to Guo Degang!" Qin Jiahui responded mischievously.

Qin Jiahui opened the refrigerator, searched for available ingredients, then turned to Song Yizhou and said, "Do you like noodles?"

"Of course, pasta is one of my favorites."

"Okay, then I'll make the pasta, it may take a while, please wait for a while!"

"It's okay, if you want me to help, just tell me." Song Yizhou made an OK gesture and said, thinking that she is really a heroic girl.

Qin Jiahui was tinkering in the kitchen, washing tomatoes, chopping onions, and pounding minced garlic, everything seemed in order.Song Yizhou watched the movie for a while, and had already drank more than half of a cup of tea, so he got up and went to the bathroom for convenience.When opening the bathroom door, he accidentally tripped over it, staggered and almost fell, and blurted out "Oops" at the same time, but fortunately the sound was not loud, and Qin Jiahui didn't hear it.When he looked down, he kicked over a basket, and saw the clothes inside were scattered all over the floor. When he looked carefully, it was Qin Jiahui's underwear, black underwear and white bra.Song Yizhou broke out in a cold sweat instantly, and his heart beat wildly. After he settled for a while, he immediately grabbed the clothes and stuffed them into the basket, and put them back in place.Song Yizhou hurried back to the living room and continued watching the movie, but he couldn't concentrate at all. The unexpected incident just now made him a little absent-minded.

"It's finally ready to eat, I kept you waiting for so long." Qin Jiahui said apologetically, and came over with a bowl of steaming pasta.

"No way, you move very fast, you smell delicious, and you look delicious at first glance." Song Yizhou complimented, and the bright red noodles on the plate were fragrant.

"Okay, I appreciate it... The sauce may be a little too thick this time, try it."

Song Yizhou rolled up a strand of noodles with chopsticks and put them in his mouth to taste, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed, then said: "Mmm, it's delicious, it's more authentic than the pasta in the shop outside, your chef Art is really good."

"Haha, thank you for the compliment! Because I have been interested in this since I was a child, I feel very calm and relaxed when I make various things by myself." Qin Jiahui said with great interest after hearing this. "However..." Qin Jiahui raised her head slightly, showing a thoughtful expression and continued: "But I will only do it willingly and seriously when I want to do it in my heart. I take it as a hobby rather than Obligations or skills, don’t think of me as a virtuous and virtuous girl! All in all, I want to follow my heart, which is probably the case. Do you understand?”

Song Yizhou felt ashamed, and after thinking for a while, he said: "I just want to obey my heart... No, it means obeying your heart, haha!"

"Hey, almost!" Qin Jiahui said as she rolled up a lock of her face.

After lunch, Song Yizhou thanked him and left.It was still raining outside, and the temperature in the air was quite cool, but Song Yizhou felt a little hot.