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"Art teacher? Okay, okay!" Wen Qianli immediately expressed his support, with a happy expression, and shook his head following the rhythm of chopping vegetables.

That night, they checked the application requirements for the teacher qualification certificate on the Internet, which clearly stipulated "no history of mental illness."But Gao Feng had already been diagnosed in the hospital and left a medical record.Wen Qianli said happily: "Then you can sign up."

"I can't report it, no. You see it says, bipolar disorder is one of the six types of severe mental disorders." Gao Feng was slightly frustrated, but he had already guessed it.Letting a mental patient be a teacher is irresponsible to the flowers of the motherland, whether they are ordinary flowers or special flowers.Although his condition is basically stable, he still cannot sign up.

"There is no history of mental illness. Your illness has not yet become a history. It is in the present tense, so you can sign up."

"What, it doesn't even work in the past tense, let alone the present tense!" Gao Feng explained patiently, and finally let Wen Qianli go around this bend.

"Xiao Fengfeng, I will help you achieve your goal."

In the early morning of the next day, Wen Qianli knocked on the broken wooden door of the principal's office with a few packs of cigarettes in his pocket.Principal Li smiled kindly: "Did you encounter any difficulties at work? Or do you have any new suggestions?"

Before he could say anything, he blushed, stacked the cigarettes neatly on the desk, and murmured: "Principal Li, I'll come through the back door."

"what?"

"I want to give my boyfriend a back door," Wen Qianli scratched his hair embarrassingly, "he wants to work in the school."

"Of course, I told you that he is very welcome to work." Principal Li was amused by his innocent behavior.

"He wants to be an art teacher, but he has bipolar disorder, which belongs to mental illness. The state stipulates that mental illness cannot be a teacher, nor can it be verified. However, he finally has something he wants to do, and I want to help him realize it. , so I came through the back door. I know it's wrong, but I like him so much and I don't want to disappoint him."

Principal Li couldn't help laughing at first, then clapped his hands and laughed.Under Wen Qianli's puzzled eyes, he said: "It's okay, just inform him that he can start work at any time. We are very short of professional art teachers, but the salary will not be very high, just like you."

"Ok!"

Wen Qianli showed a big smile, did not hide his inner joy, turned around and was about to run.Principal Li stopped him and took out a hundred-yuan bill from his wallet: "Here's your cigarette money."

"No, I checked on the Internet, and all the people who go through the back door come to give gifts, and there is no one who takes money in reverse."

"You are recommending overseas returnees for the school, not through the back door."

Wen Qianli took the money, counted it with his fingers, and gave Principal Li a dozen yuan, and ran out the door in a hurry.

Gao Feng officially took up his post. On the day he became an art teacher in this special school, Wen Yixiao took a rest.

He had nothing to do, so he wanted to come to the school to have a look.After registering his brother's identity information and visits with his younger brother, he entered the teaching building, lay down outside the classroom, watched his brother-in-law's class curiously, and sent photos to Gao Zhi.

Because Gao Zhi said: "I never dreamed that my younger brother became a teacher?"

In order not to disturb the students' attention, Gao Feng dyed his hair black and removed the eyebrow studs and ear studs, making him look more reliable.He is instructing children with autism to do graffiti, and at the same time giving a small lesson to a child.According to him, the kid will become a world-class master in the future.And he wants to open this door with his own hands, be the guide of the master, and be famous in the history of art.He was a little manic when he said it.

Wen Yixiao doesn't understand art, and feels that leaving a name in history is a hugely difficult task, but he is very happy that his brother-in-law finally has something he really wants to do.

He walked out of the teaching building, sat in the shade, and watched his younger brother patrol, pull up the weeds by the wall, and then tie them into small animals, just like he used to fold balloons in the amusement park.

The phone vibrated in his pocket, it was a ghetto, and the content was a photo.In the center of the photo is the large desk of the general manager's office.A new decoration was added to the desktop, a wooden photo frame, which framed two men hugging each other sweetly.

"I also washed one, the four of us, and hang it on the wall when the photo frame arrives. I went to a meeting, see you tonight." Gao Zhi then sent an emoji, which was a screenshot of Gao Fengyong's kiss at the annual meeting What to do: Hold back your words and kiss me.

"Haha, see you tonight."

Putting down the phone, Wen Yixiao waved to his younger brother.The latter ran over, wiped the sweat from his hairline with the back of his hand, and gave him a small animal made of wild grass.

"Tired or not, take a break and chat with brother."

"I'm not tired. If you're not in a hurry, let's chat after I get off work." Wen Qianli glanced at the time, "I have to go grocery shopping. Please help me watch the gate. Anyone who comes in must register."

"Then if I don't come today, who will watch the door when you buy vegetables?"

"Usually I will put a table at the door and put up a sign that says: Please register yourself."

"It's a good idea," Wen Yixiao boasted, "You go."

The sun shines on my brother's broad back, like a mountain.He watched the figure go away, feeling that everything was fine.Summer is here, and it is a season full of vitality.It's just that there is a rock, not too big or too small, that is always pressing on his heart.

He suddenly wanted to kick it away.

"Thousands of miles!"

Seeing his younger brother stop and look back, he approached slowly, his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, but he still said firmly: "Actually, you were a very smart child. You can recite poems when you are over one year old, and you can count as well." It's amazing. Brother didn't hug you, and threw you to the ground and hit your head. After that, you are different from others. "

The younger brother was stunned, his eyes widened slightly, his lips were sometimes pursed and sometimes opened, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down restlessly.He had never seen such a complex expression on his younger brother's face - astonishment, confusion, regret, and anger intertwined.

"Qianli, I'm sorry, I want to hug you so much, but you still slipped from my arms. You could have done a lot, with infinite possibilities. You can do many, many things, go to get a driver's license, go to college, pay a job. Friend. Maybe it's better not to say it, but I want you to know, and you have a right to know."

The younger brother was silent.Wen Yixiao regretted it instantly, and didn't dare to look directly into those pure eyes again.He lowered his head, opened his trembling hands, and stared at the two thin scars on his palms.Double remorse, like two strands of rope, tightly entangled his heart.I was so impulsive, it would be nice if I didn't say it.It would be great if I hugged it at the beginning, how great it would be.

"I'm sorry, Qianli, I'm sorry... I didn't hug you, I didn't hug you..."

In the field of vision, the younger brother came closer, and even closer.

A tall figure covered him, and a pair of rough hands held his hands, and then guided him to open his arms and hug his mountain-like body.

"Brother, now you hug me."

Then he felt his brother rub his hair, as he always did.

~End of text~

~The episode is coming~

Concluding remarks and new article preview

I hope that the characters in my humble pen have thousands of faces, instead of gradually converging.Qianli, who is regarded as a "fool" by ordinary people, is the only existence that is infinitely close to perfection. The last one is Rhubarb~ Everyone else has their own shortcomings.

I hope everyone is as happy as Xiao Qianqian, open-minded, sleeps soundly, always has a good appetite and does not get fat, haha.

You can see the new article in the column, which is related to time travel.Everyone must be wondering, you sand sculpture realist guy, how did you go through time travel?I giggled: Don't worry, the style remains the same, authentic pig flavor, welcome to pre-order.

However, before that, a short story may be updated, which is also in the column.

※Fanwaiyiyi will be updated on Sunday, preview: Lao Gao said that work is very tiring, and he smiled and said, I will take you to relax~