Mountain Stream Autumn

Chen Nanshan, 25 this year, is a university teacher who teaches the history of ancient literature and has a lot of classes a week.

After class that day, he didn't go directly to the cafeteria, but went back to the staff dormitory, took a simple shower, changed into casual clothes, and went out.

The teacher of literature and history next door recently had a child, and specially invited their group of friends out for a gathering.

It was already half an hour later when Chen Nanshan arrived at the place, and the few people in the private room were having fun. Seeing him coming, everyone hurriedly pestered him to drink. Chen Nanshan had no choice but to let them make trouble.

He narrowed his eyes to look at the modern literature and history, and unconsciously raised a smile on his mouth, which is so good, so happy.

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Later, the group of teachers had to go to sing, because there was still class tomorrow, so Chen Nanshan didn't follow, and went home first.

Chen Nanshan himself has a house, but the house is too small, and he is not comfortable living alone, so he applied for a staff dormitory, which is not big but warm.

With a click, the room is brightened.

Chen Nanshan poured a glass of water to drink, then went straight to his room, fell on the bed without turning on the light, and let himself fall into the quilt.

The wall clock on the wall was ticking, and the sound was infinitely amplified in this night, which added to the silence of the room.

Chen Nanshan hugged the quilt tightly, curled up into a ball, and let his fragility take advantage of the night.

The mobile phone placed on the bedside table vibrated suddenly, Chen Nanshan recovered from the pain, stared at the mobile phone next to him, and remained motionless.

The mobile phone was a model from many years ago, and the screen displayed new news. However, after Chen Nanshan unlocked it with trembling hands, what he saw was not the news he thought in his heart, but an advertisement sent by the mobile company.

All the expectations fell through like this, and a sense of powerlessness climbed into Chen Nanshan's heart, like being stung by a bee, which made his heart ache.

Chen Nanshan smiled wryly, turned off his mobile phone, threw it into the cabinet, and got up to take a shower.

Half an hour later, Chen Nanshan changed into fresh clothes, walked out of the bedroom to the study room, and logged into the mailbox on the computer to read the papers submitted by the students.

At one o'clock in the morning, Chen Nanshan rubbed his temples, glanced at the computer, and smiled slightly, very satisfied with the results of tonight.

It was still dark outside the window, and those who worked the night shift were also on their way home.

Chen Nanshan turned on the air conditioner, lay on the bed, covered the quilt, and said softly to himself, "Good night."