Fragrance of peaches and plums

Wen Xi returned to the office after making the phone call, and saw Xia Zhengyu sitting at his desk.

The child looked down at a book of exercises and turned the pen with his right hand, pretending to be thinking seriously.But the age difference and experience of five or six years old, together with getting along these days, was enough for him to see through Xia Zhengyu's authenticity at a glance.When he was really thinking, it was completely different from when he was pretending now.

"I'll go to the classroom." He said to Xia Zhengyu as usual.

"Oh." Xia Zhengyu put away the pen with his right hand, rubbed his nose, and supported his head with the other hand, subtly avoiding the opportunity for the two to face each other.

I have something on my mind.Wen Xi judged secretly, but Xia Zhengyu obviously didn't intend to reveal it, so naturally he wouldn't ask.I left the office through the front door and went to the classroom to inspect the evening reading.

During these days, Xia Zhengyu always stayed in his office, and his inspection time in the morning and evening was much shorter than before.There was a living person sitting over there, and he couldn't help thinking about going back to see it sooner.Occasionally, Xia Zhengyu would complain about him when he went back a little late.As the two got acquainted, the child's mouth became even poorer, and sometimes he was not regarded as a teacher.

It's a good thing to mingle with students, but it's not necessarily a good thing to get too close.

What's on Xia Zhengyu's mind?He had to think.Or rather, don't think too hard.

A child's mind is too transparent, a few times with each other, a few eyes, a few words of dialogue, everything will be exposed.Wen Xi could probably understand Xia Zhengyu's mentality, but the problem was a bit tricky, and how to deal with it was really not an easy thing to decide.

He made an exception today and stayed in the classroom until the end of the evening reading. After the bell rang, he walked between each aisle in the classroom, and finally met someone who stopped him to ask a question, so he stayed to explain to the student.

Before the topic was finished, Xia Zhengyu came back with a book in his arms.

He could feel that Xia Zhengyu was staring at him.That gaze carries emotion and weight.He didn't go to greet them, and continued to talk about the topic as if nothing had happened.After a while, that line of sight was gone, and there was a lot of chair pulling sound in the front row.

The boy's temper was wrapped in this noise, spreading everywhere.

Rather than distressed, Wen Xi wanted to laugh more.He sighed secretly, walked to the front row after speaking the questions, leaned against the edge of the podium, and asked Xia Zhengyu in a low voice: "No questions to ask today?"

"No." Xia Zhengyu hurriedly raised his head and glanced at him, with an angry expression on his face, and immediately lowered his head again. "There is a gift on your table. My family made it. You can eat it if you like it. If you don't like it...you can deal with it if you don't like it."

Wen Xi was condescending, looking at that hairy head.The hair on this head has grown long. When it was short before, you could see two connected spirals in the center of the head, but now it is gone.Wen Xi thought of those two Xuan'er inexplicably, and thought they were so cute.

"Okay, thank you, I will eat." He replied, and then pointed to his hair, "You should cut your hair, or the dean will come to check tomorrow and arrest you again."

After finishing speaking, I left.

Xia Zhengyu turned his head to look, he didn't look back even once, he was upset.

Throughout the night, during three classes, Xia Zhengyu had a cold figure in his heart.In fact, after getting along for so long, in his impression, Wen Xi is not as cold as it was at the beginning.He also smiles brightly, and when chatting with other teachers, especially the older ones, he will also show the innocence of a newcomer... a pretty normal young man.

But tonight, he is very cold.

Xia Zhengyu felt that this was not his own illusion.

His efficiency in doing questions has been greatly reduced, but the error rate has risen to the level of a month ago, and he is getting more and more panicked.The third self-study class was almost over, and finally ran to the office with the numbers.

At this point in time, many day students had already left, and the office was deserted.When he entered the door, he found only Wen Xi and a strange man.

The man was sitting on the stool he usually made for writing questions, holding a piece of loquat glutinous rice cake in his hand and feeding it to his mouth.After taking a bite, with the food in his mouth, he hurriedly pointed to the box containing the glutinous rice cakes to Wen Xi, and said vaguely, "It's delicious, so hurry up and eat one too", with a smile on his face.

After hearing this, Wen Xi tilted his head to look at him, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Really?"

"Really, really, it's delicious!" The man swallowed a mouthful of Ciba and exclaimed, "Where did you buy it? I'll buy two boxes too."

"I didn't buy it." Wen Xi caught a glimpse of Xia Zhengyu's arrival, turned his face and pointed at him, "It was given by my student, and his family made it with their own hands. It is not sold outside."

The man looked towards the door following his line of sight. When he saw Xia Zhengyu holding a book, he naturally gave up his seat and sat next to Mr. He. You! Thanks to Teacher Wen, I took a piece."

Xia Zhengyu was in a bad mood, resentful.He specially chose to deliver things when other teachers were not around, because he didn't want Wen Xi to give things to others.It turned out that he gave it to someone he didn't know-it was so pissed off.

But this resentment was childish, childish, he knew it.He didn't have the face to say it, and he couldn't fake a smile, so he just came in with an expressionless face, sat down, spread out the exercises, and tapped the page with his fingers.

"This question, all will not."

Wen Xi said "um", first carefully sealed the box of glutinous rice cakes, put it in a corner of the desk, and then took Xia Zhengyu's exercises.Xia Zhengyu stared blankly at his movements without saying a word.Wen Xi's explanation today was much more straightforward than usual, and he didn't ask him "Do you understand" or "Do you understand" as usual.

After the topic was finished, the school bell just rang.

The strange man who had been waiting there for a while jumped up and surrounded Wen Xi to urge him to get off work: "Okay, okay, it's time, let's call it a day! Xiaoxi, hurry up!"

Xiaoxi.Xia Zhengyu held his pen and poked a hole in the page.

He raised his head and asked Wen Xi, "Teacher, where are you going?"

The strange man rushed to answer: "You heard that the teacher is not happy today, let's go to eat supper and drink! Classmate, are you coming?"

"Zhong Man, don't talk nonsense." Wen Xi interrupted him, and said to Xia Zhengyu, "get out of class is over, go home quickly."

Xia Zhengyu ignored him, turned around and smiled at the man named Zhong Man: "What kind of wine are you drinking?"

Zhong Man: "Beer! If you want to drink other brothers, you can also buy it!"

"He's underage, if you talk nonsense again, I'll call you malicious abetment!" Wen Xi said as if to reprimand, but with a smile in his tone.

He simply tidied up the table, carrying only a bunch of keys and the box of loquat glutinous rice cakes, pulled Zhong Man, said "Let's go", and then told Xia Zhengyu to go back quickly... He didn't seem to know that he was worrying Resentful, he didn't know he tore the page, didn't know his eyes were on fire, and just walked away.

Xia Zhengyu was so angry.

Xia Zhengyu had never been so angry before. This anger filled his stomach, and then surged to his heart, filling his whole heart.And a little dull pain.He stayed in the fire all night, and got up late the next day.

Thinking that disciplinary points would be deducted anyway, he turned around and went into the only barbershop near the school that was open for business.

Isn't your hair long? Then cut it off.

With a sullen face, he described the hairstyle he wanted to a certain Tony, and then picked a hair color in the brochure and wanted to highlight it.This Tony quite understood the school's requirements, and asked him worriedly, "Are you sure?"

He stared at himself in the mirror: "Sure, just dye it like that!"

This Tony and him in the mirror looked at each other for two seconds, read the firmness and determination in his eyes, admired him very much, and gave him a thumbs up: "Good job, kind! I will definitely give You did a great job!"

More than an hour later, he came out of the store with neat hair, neither over his ears nor on his collar.It's just that a few touches of blue in the hair are particularly dazzling.

He swaggered into the school with this head on his head, but because he came too late, no student union came to arrest him.Only the school police looked up and down and left and right at his few strands of hair, frowning.Reluctantly, the authority was insufficient, so he had to be asked to sign and let him go.