my love letter is always guilty

In the morning, the counselor informed Tian Dong to go to the teaching office, probably because he skipped too many classes and he was about to be warned.

After 12.9, the school became more lively. It seemed that the enthusiasm for the party had not dissipated, but it was actually the surging anticipation of Christmas.

At the entrance of the school supermarket, there is a pink coffee umbrella, a plastic Christmas tree, a small booth-style sales area, and beautifully packaged apples on the table racks. Boys and girls, whether there are couples or not, are all around to choose.

Tian Dong shrunk his neck, lowered his head, gathered the gray scarf, passed the teaching building from this side, and passed through the group of students crowded in front of the stall like a ghost.

"Tian Dong! You actually skipped class?"

"Go back with me!"

"You have to have a future..."

"Don't destroy yourself..."

From the moment he stepped into the door, Tian Dong was in shock until Peng Lin drank three glasses of water dryly. This process took about 2 hours.

Peng Lin was his class teacher in high school, and he never expected him to appear in front of him like this.

Tian Dong didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, couldn't speak, couldn't even call out "Teacher Peng", and lowered his head lifelessly, his mind was in a state of shielding.

Seeing Tian Dong's unresponsive state, Peng Lin decided to take him out for a talk.

When leaving, the counselor sighed and patted Tian Dong on the head a few times. He smelled the perfume on her hand, like a breath of pity.

On the second ring road of Wubei City, he entered a community, and he was taken to Peng Lin's aunt's house, an old man who lived alone.

When he entered the door, Tian Dong was taken aback again. Dong Hai and Sun Fang were all there. They were helping to cook for the old man. It seemed that they wanted to eat here at noon.

Hoof flower soup, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried anchovies, shredded pork with sharp peppers, red dates and yam puree, three cups of chicken...

Tian Dong's eyes fell on the three cups of chicken in the middle. He remembered that Gu Qin used to eat three cups of chicken every day just to win Dong Hai's favor. He also did such stupid things. Just to please someone.

"I want to eat fruit..." The old man looked at the food and said dissatisfied.

Peng Lin frowned, and persuaded: "Auntie, the doctor told you not to eat cold food for the time being, and we will eat it after the next review. Look, these are all dishes made by my students. You can try them. "

The old man is almost eighty years old and has few teeth. He just wants to eat fruit.

"Mr. Peng, let me squeeze fruit juice and make it warm?" Dong Hai suggested.

He unexpectedly appeared humble in front of Peng Lin, like an outstanding student who respected his teachers, making Tian Dong temporarily forget his label of putting on airs.

"Not good." Before Peng Lin agreed, the old man vetoed: "Squeezing juice is not fruit."

Everyone gets older and younger, Tian Dong looked at the stubbornness of the old man, and thought of his younger brother Tian Zhihao, who was difficult to coax when he was a child, after his parents divorced, he followed his father, the court ruled, with that man's intelligence, he must be Tian Zhihao won't want him.

"I'll get it." Tian Dong turned the fruit basket that the old man was staring at to the kitchen.

Peng Lin didn't stop him, and let him go.

During the three years of high school, Peng Lin had always trusted Tian Dong, and Tian Dong didn't understand where his trust in him came from.

"What are you going to do?" Followed by Dong Hai, he folded his hands on his chest and watched eagerly.

Tian Dong threw a pear to him: "Peel the skin and remove the core."

Looking back, he found a carton of milk in the refrigerator, washed and peeled the remaining grapes.

Dong Hai was very cooperative, standing next to Tian Dong, peeling the skin carefully.

The kitchen is small, shaped like a Chinese character, with windows on the side of the stove, and Dong Hai is standing by the window. The fruit knife is long and slender, which complements his hand.

When Tian Dong turned back to look for the cutting board, he saw the slender pear peel fall little by little between Dong Hai's hand and the knife, the white flesh was spinning in his hand, the sun shone on the blade, and folded a pattern on his face. A shadow of light made his appearance calm and elegant.

He found that Dong Hai was very focused.

Focused eyes give people a better temperament, and the result of concentration is to cut the pear beautifully.

There is only one fruit knife, and only one cutting board. When Tian Dong cuts mangoes, he always grabs these two things from Dong Haihe.

"Let me cut it alone!" Dong Hai pressed the knife on the cutting board: "You make the next step, cooperate, understand?"

"Are you addicted to chopping vegetables?" Tian Dong squinted at him.

Dong Hai shrugged like a rascal, and quibbled: "Wrong, I'm addicted to cutting fruit."

Is cutting fruit addictive?I don't know, Dong Hai just doesn't want Tian Dong to touch such potentially dangerous things.

Too lazy to argue with him, Tian Dong rolled his eyes, turned around and turned on the fire to boil the water. In fact, it was not an exclusive secret recipe, just boil the water, boil all the diced fruits in it, add milk and sugar, and it’s over, his brother I used to have stomach problems and couldn't eat raw fruits, so I used this method.

Waiting for the water to boil, suddenly a hand wrapped around Tian Dong's neck. He didn't jump away or back down, squinting at 45°, watching Dong Hai put an apron on himself.

"Just because you have cleanliness doesn't mean I do!"

"I just want to see what you look like in an apron." Dong Hai smiled joyfully.

He tied Tian Dong's apron from the front, and put his hands around Tian Dong's waist, which was very ambiguous.

Tian Dong didn't shy away from it at all, he was indifferent, like a dusty man who didn't care about being treated lightly.

Dong Hai had an irregular heartbeat, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and his warm breath hit Tian Dong's earlobe: "I want to kiss you."

Tian Dong chuckled: "Dong Hai, are you sure you want to play this game?"

Dong Hai was silent and looked at him quietly.

The water boiled, gurgling and rolling, and white steam rose between them, forming a layer of hot mist waves.

Tian Dong wanted him to admit it, and let the facts prove that he was just a person who would throw away when he got it.

He pulled Dong Hai's collar, his handsome face enlarged in his pupils, the pupils were black, pure black, blending with his black clothes, like a pure night sky.

This kind of depraved initiative is not a disgusting rejection.

Dong Hai pushed away Tian Dong's offered lips: "Don't be like this...Tian Dong, I'm sorry, I said something too much."

"Don't provoke me again." Tian Dong roared in a low voice.

Dong Hai didn't leave the kitchen, and kept silent, with loss in his eyes and a stabbing pain in his heart.

Tian Dong also didn't say a word, and he couldn't relax his movements in the slightest. He wanted to strengthen his defense and prevent anyone from attacking.

The old man liked the fruit and milk soup cooked by the two of them very much, and nodded happily while eating.

There is a lot of soup, and each person has a bowl.

"What's the difference between this and juicing? If you haven't squeezed the juice fresh, the fruit flavor is almost boiled away." Sun Fang was puzzled. She drank about half a bowl and didn't like the taste very much.

Tian Dong pointed to the fruit granules in the bowl: "Grandma wants to eat fruit, it doesn't matter what flavor it is, as long as it's fruit."

"Hehe, whatever it is, it's better to solve the problem." Peng Lin smiled, and soon he looked at Tian Dong with an anxious expression: "Tian Dong, your problem must be solved properly, don't waste my time." trip."

The atmosphere suddenly became depressed, and he knew that Peng Lin would talk about this matter sooner or later. Tian Dong just didn't understand why Peng Lin insisted on controlling him like this. He had taught for more than ten years, and he was just one of his many students.

The greater the expectations given by others, the more breathless Tian Dong was. He avoided the kindness of such people to him, because he had no ability to respond to the kindness.

I'm rotten, just let me rot.

Tian Dong cursed himself, lowered his head to eat, and his mind was blocked again.

Both Sun Fang and Dong Hai listened quietly while eating, and Dong Hai often turned to look at his expression, holding his chopsticks tightly.

Peng Lin's voice of persuasion was like the proverbs of the godfather. He didn't have a Bible in his hand, but he was more sincere than reading the Bible. He wanted to save Tian Dong. In his eyes, this student was like a lost lamb.

"The school list, I remember the situation of the three of you. Dong Hai is around 10th, and Sun Fang is around 20th. What about you?" Peng Lin stared at Tian Dong.

Tian Dong didn't speak, only heard Sun Fang can't help saying: "Mr. Peng, I've never been in the top 20."

She was disrupting Peng Lin's rhythm, which relieved Tian Dong's sense of embarrassment, and he gave Sun Fang a grateful look.

Peng Lin waved his chopsticks: "That doesn't matter. Even if you are in the top 30, you still went to Wubei University. What about you, Tian Dong?"

"Teacher, I'm in college now." Tian Dong smiled wryly, and picked up a chopstick dish for him.

Peng Lin pulled out the vegetables, then impatiently knocked on the side of the bowl with his chopsticks, making an unwilling sound: "Top 3, you have never been in the top 3, Tian Dong, what are you doing, the first place this year is Zhao Mingyue from Class 1, she asked me which school you are in, but I couldn't bear to say that."

Zhao Yueming is a girl who is obsessed with studying. Once Tian Dong copied her two points. In order to step on Tian Dong, she worked overtime day and night and put herself in shock. She is a real bookworm. in the textbook.

No.1, she finally got her wish.

Compared with Zhao Mingyue, what is he? Tian Dong is always thinking about how to write the next love letter in class.

Peng Lin: "I know, that incident hit you hard, but you are still young, and you don't know that things in this society are far more complicated than what you have experienced. The teacher has lived for more than 40 years and has seen a lot. You It's not a bad situation, and aside from that, you're a totally good student..."

Listening to these persuasions, Tian Dong stopped the chopsticks in his hand and remained silent.

Peng Lin has a tired personality. He was a teacher who planned to be mediocre at school. He taught geography, and Tian Dong was also good at geography, so he was especially liked by Peng Lin.

The school is divided into ordinary classes, rocket classes, and elite classes. Dong Hai's class 8 is the elite class, and Zhao Mingyue's class 11 is the special class.

And Tian Dong is in Class 4, which is an ordinary class.

Teachers like to talk about the students in their class. The school list is a high-frequency topic. As a class teacher, the trajectory of the students on the school list affects their chatting mood. This kind of topic is usually the turn of ordinary class teachers. few.

But in those three years, Peng Lin was always in a good mood, as if the rain was coming after a long drought.

Tian Dong was in the ordinary class because of an unwarranted reason.

Fang Ze said that he hated the students in the elite class, well, he didn't want to be hated by Fang Ze, he was against his father and the school that assigned the class.

It's endless, why does everything involve Fang Ze, it's like a bone-eating ant, eroding his life, Tian Dong clenched his fists, forcing himself to stop recalling these things.

"Tian Dong, come back with me. I've agreed with President Tan. If you go back, you will be free of charge. You will definitely be able to go to a better university than Zhao Yueming!" I don't know how many times Peng Lin said this.

"Come back with me..."

Tian Dong looked at the brown coat on Peng Lin's body, but couldn't tell what kind of fabric it was, nylon... or something else. It was obviously a very popular fabric but he didn't know its name, and his thoughts drifted in a confused place.

Sun Fang and Dong Hai neither helped Peng Lin persuade Tian Dong nor helped Tian Dong persuade Peng Lin.

This was a conversation between him and Peng Lin, no, it was Peng Lin's unilateral redemption.

On the way, Tian Dong didn't respond, his eyes were empty, and when Peng Lin asked for an answer, he shook his head.

"You will definitely regret it!!" These were the last words Peng Lin gave when they left.

Even so, Peng Lin still sent them to the gate of the community.

Tian Dong stood at the same place, watching his back when he went back, staggering, the tip of his nose was sore, his stubbornness gave many people bad feelings, he is a different kind, but also a cancer...

In the large jungle of teachers, Peng Lin is a kind priest. He has a green field in his heart. He redeems the soul named youth who passes by every time. He has taught for more than ten years and has seen countless such souls.

And Tian Dong is the most obsessed one, he ruined Peng Lin's heart of redemption.

When she turned around, Sun Fang had already taken a taxi and left.

Dong Hai and Dong Hai's bicycles remained.

Like loyal knights and war horses.

The sky is gloomy, and the southern cities are humid and foggy.

Tian Dong sat on Dong Hai's bicycle, hunched his neck and lowered his head, in the cold state of the century ice.

"I'll wait for you..." Dong Hai said suddenly, his voice was calm, as if he had been thinking hard.

"What are you waiting for me?" Tian Dong said dumbly.

"Wait until you go back to college."

"Wu Bei University?"

"It's up to you, any university you want to go to."

"Then what's the point of waiting for me?"

Dong Hai tightened his grip on the brake raft, and the bicycle came to a stop, but he didn't turn his head. He said, "I want to wait for you to cheer up. Mentally, I want to see you well."

"What's the point of waiting for me?" Tian Dong repeated this sentence like a machine.

"Then I'll accompany you back to re-study, and I'll accompany you to reshape that period of time and squeeze that person out of that tragic memory." Dong Hai looked back at him, as if swearing!

He lowered his gaze, feeling uneasy, and muttered to himself: "I don't want to go back, and I have nowhere to go."

"You can come to my heart..."

Sitting on the back seat of Dong Hai's bicycle, Tian Dong was silent all the way again, arrived at the school, and entered the dormitory again without looking back, except for inexplicable shaking...