The keyboard stopped typing and He Yu got up from his desk in the faculty bedroom.
On the old television in the living room of the house of less than sixty square meters that was a wall away, they continued to play a long spectacle of poetry, accompanied by the sound of snowflakes creaking when the signal was bad.
The sofa is still the same as in history, the tea, the cookie box, everything is still there.
But the wall clock marks 8.09 and there are street lights on outside, it's not night yet. It was midsummer, the air was humid and loaded, the moths swirled in the light, the mosquitoes were flying low and the rain had not yet fallen.
The teenager leaves the small studio in the faculty bedroom and pushes the door out, light and shadow sneak through the dirty glass of the window, making the whole space a little illusory, more exciting than the story you have just finished writing.
A young woman was lying on the sofa, with low-volume air conditioning, asleep under a coral fleece blanket, with tissues in front of her that had wiped her tears and snot.
He Yu said, "Wake up."
"A......"
"Get up."
"Don't make noise ...... I haven't slept much ......" the young woman snarled sleepy and licked twice, "Let me sleep a little longer ......"
He Yu was about to say something else when the variety show in front of the television began to present old movies.
"Secret in the mountains is in everyone's heart..."
He interrupted his mission to wake her up and took command to change channels.
He Yu hated gays.
"Welcome spectators to our medical wellness segment..."
I change the channel again. He also hated doctors and hospitals.
"In the old days, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly, a butterfly is also faithful to life ......"
He didn't change it this time; but with his tastes, this could hardly serve as a background sound.
He Yu left the remote control, looked at the woman who kept snoring on her back and turned around to enter the kitchen, opening the greasy fridge, with her face illuminated.
He looked at the contents of the fridge several times and took out two eggs, a piece of ham and a bowl with the leftovers of the night, then raised his voice and asked the woman in the living room, who was still sleeping: "Xie Xue, do you have spring onions here? I can't find any."
The woman didn't move.
"I'll make you Yangzhou fried rice."
Silence was made in the house for a moment, and He Yu turned again to see that the young woman had gotten up from the couch and was on her way to the kitchen: "...... It will be two eggs with a large piece of cold cuts for lunch."
I hesitate again and ask, "Do you know how to do it?"
He Yu rolled up his sleeves and turned with a soft smile: "Sit outside and wait. It will be ready soon."
The woman named Xie Xue then went to another room to wander.
He saw the computer open in the studio and sat down to read the words: "Hey, yes! Are you using me as a model?"
The extractor hood made noise and He Yu asked, "What?"\n
"I said...! Are you using me as a model?" Xie Xue came out grabbing his computer, "Here! "Miss Xie' in your "Ghost Story"!"
"Oh." The teenager remained silent for a moment, broke an egg and smiled: "Yes. It's just that you are like the person I imagined."
"Art comes from reality, Master Xie."
"But have you written that you are in love with me?"
"...... Art is different from reality, teacher Xie."
But he lied in the last sentence.
Yes, I was in love with her.
He Yu and Xie Xue had known each other for more than ten years.
Xie Xue was five years older than him, and this was his first year as a professor and choreographer at the Faculty of Arts of Huzhou University, while He Yu had become a student of his class.
When Xie Xue saw the list of new students, he surprised He Yu on WeChat: "Isn't it a fucking coincidence?! In the two choreography classes I'm teaching, there's a boy who calls himself just like you!"
At that moment he was sitting in the window seat with his hand on his cheek, looking at the flashing lights on the outside of the asphalt, when his mobile phone rang and the well-known avatar appeared. He looked at the message of the girl he had been in love with for ten years, and was about to respond, when a radio message arrived asking the crew to turn off their communication devices.
He Yu thought about it for a moment, turned his head to the side, and turned off the phone without answering him.
Where in this world are there so many coincidences?
Stupid. Of course I had worked for it.
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But He Yu has a very different story from the one he had invented for his story.
Not only was he not poor, but he was not ugly either; he was very handsome. Son of a family of pharmaceutical magnates, born in a golden cradle. His high school was abroad, but when he learned that Xie Xue had graduated from university and obtained the title of professor, and that he would practice at Huzhou University, He Yu spent less than half an hour thinking about it, and then entered the admissions website of the art faculty of Huzhou University, in China.
A few months later, the School of Arts of Huzhou University opened.
However, the new professor Ms. Xie Xue, who took office, was still too young to know the dangers of work.
Jiang Liping, the tutor in charge of the first, second and third classes of new choreographers, is a notoriously private person at the school. It is said that this person is not educated, nor educated, and that he only got a free job at school by sleeping with a school principal. He is not ashamed to serve people with sex, and he is always having an affair with a member of the school board in broad daylight, and he is clearly hostile to all the beautiful students and teachers there are.
When Xie Xue hurried into class with his notebook in his arms, he saw Jiang Liping in his red dress to the floor, still occupying his podium and delivering the notes to the new students.
"Excuse me, Miss Jiang, the first class has already begun..." Xie Xue tried to remind you.
I didn't expect the other party to shake his hand: "Wait a minute, the morning time is too short, I still have to say the last two requirements."
I don't know if it was deliberately, but Jiang Liping's last two points lasted for fifteen or sixteen minutes before he finished: "Well, that's all I have to say, I won't delay his class any longer. That... I'm sorry, I don't remember the newly incorporated teachers, what was their last name? Anyway, do it right and don't get nervous.
Professor Jiang walked with her five- or six-inch long scarlet heels and walked away with a giggle, her long dress of old charm in the style of Hong Kong raising red waves with pride behind her, leaving Xie Xue embarrassed and frankly clinging to her computer on the podium.
Damn it
Jiang Liping didn't say it, but he was right. As soon as he spoke, Xie Xue really swallowed the saliva nervously.
Most of the students of the prestigious university had outstanding skills and were not easy to convince, so they did not trust the professors, both young and old, not to mention that Jiang Liping even kicked Xie Xue before leaving.
The group of elites instantly understood that the teacher in their class was a novice teacher whose name was not even remembered by the tutor.
How is it possible? Even though Xie Xue had three fires on his chest, he couldn't stop a large class of students from starting to whisper. Newcomer Xie only took ten minutes to move from self-confidence to tripping, and then began to feel dizzy in her eyes and soft on her feet.
So he didn't even notice the high student sitting in the last row of the big classroom, who lazily turned his pen and reclined on his chair to observe it.
"Hello students, I'm your choreography teacher, my name is Xie, Xie Xue. That......"\n
The students didn't believe it: "Professor, how old are you?"
"Do you also want to order a cup of latte with us, sister?"
"Teacher, you look younger than me..."\n
Seeing that the scene was a little out of control, Xie Xue couldn't help but feel lost, so she had to pretend to be ruthless: "Silence! I won't mess with you. They are not here to waste their youth in college, but to work hard to learn. And to be realistic, I am very strict, I don't speak softly and they are much more likely to suspend my course than that of any of my other classmates. Mature a little and don't take my words lightly."
He Yu couldn't help laughing out loud, that smile that fell into the corner of his lips, coincidentally hooked -
She was an idiot.
The students of the class remained silent, looking at her like a monkey, and some of the boys simply sighed, made their bags and left.
"Hey! Student! You..."
"Professor, I am not going to suspend this class even if you are fierce. I have a date with my girlfriend today, so I'm leaving first."
"It's really a nuisance. The University of Shanghai actually recruits these types of interns who threaten people to attend their lectures. We haven't entered this university to be guinea pigs of the new professors, have we? Why do you give our class while someone like Professor Chen gives the class next door? I'm going to write a complaint letter to the director, so I won't stay with you."
Xie Xue was embarrassed.
Although she was forced to ask the names of these students who were leaving and took the blackboard to subtract points, Xie Xue was obviously devastated and could not return to her mind for a long time. The content of his prepared lesson was forgotten in a mess.
"Teacher, I will do it."
Just when I could barely hold back my tears and was about to run away, a boy's voice suddenly came from the last row of the classroom.
Xie Xue was so tortured that she didn't even realize how familiar that pleasant voice was to her and looked for it right away with gratitude.
Then she looked at the boy she hadn't seen in three years, and for a moment Xie Xue's mouth widened, surprised ad nauseam: "Hey, He Yu?!!?"
The boy was sitting at his desk, with fresh eyebrows, a wide smile, thin and distinctive lips, a little fierce and a little evil, just like the moment when young Liu Jianming in "Infernal Affairs" raised his head and watched the drunkards get married. There are boys who are filled with ambition and desire when they find their prey.
He raised his eyebrows: "It's been a long time, Miss Xie."
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And so it was.
Upon returning to the bedroom, Xie Xue could not contain himself and began to cry. He liked Professor Xie, but he was not very good at comforting her and in fact, he said to her: "Then cry by yourself, I will go to your studio to write a story for a while." Go out again when you don't feel so bad and I'll have dinner with you."
"Hey, do you know how to fool people?"
"So, should I finish the duties you have put in place or not?"
"......you're going ahead."
But when He Yu finished writing the story and left, Xie Xue had already cried until she fell asleep.
He didn't wake up until after yelling at him, and even then he wasn't in a hurry.
Xie Xue's first thing he liked was to eat, and the second thing was to sleep. Whenever they gave him something delicious to eat, he would surely get out of bed quickly. This would not change even if she became a university professor.
Fifteen minutes later.
"...... What is this?"
Looking at the viscous "fried rice with ham and eggs" that he had taken out, the boy, somewhat embarrassed, said to his teacher with especially high pride: "Don't you see that it's fried rice from Yangzhou?"
"Do you call this fried rice from Yangzhou?"
"...... Then you don't have to eat it, I'll order takeaway food." The boy grimaced, picked up his phone and looked for a restaurant with the best rating, but he was still filling in the address to receive the food when the doorbell of the faculty residence rang.
He Yu raised his almond eyes, "What. Is a colleague looking for you?"
"It can't be, I haven't gotten to know them well yet." Xie Xue left the chopsticks and looked at the clock: "It's this time, who can it be? ......"
He said as he put on his shoes and ran to the lobby.
A few seconds later...
"Brother!" Xie Xue's surprised voice came from the door: "Why are you here? Don't you work late today?"
The word "brother" was thunder, and He Yu's lazy look, originally somewhat ungainly and distracted, was instantly shattered, while countless dark memories quickly ran through his entire arc of reflections in an instant.
He got up immediately, took the embarrassing fried rice from the table and quickly went to the kitchen trash can.
But it was too late, since Xie Xue entered the kitchen with his older brother in his arm.
"Brother, I haven't had the opportunity to tell you yet... He Yu has returned home, in fact he is in my class now. He's sitting in the kitchen, they haven't seen each other in a long time, have they? "They haven't seen each other in a long time, have they?" Xie Xue called him: "Where are you going with your plate?"
"......"
It doesn't matter.
Since he returned to China, he was forced to meet him again.
He Yu turned his back on them, recomposing all the real emotions on his face, and then turned around slowly, with a soft and elegant posture.
Compared to this older brother of the Xie family, who was thirteen years older than him, his aura was no less impressive.
He looked at the man whose eyebrows had a passing resemblance to Xie Xue, the head of the Xie family house.
Then, the boy put his hand on his back and hollowed out the back of his neck, watching his eyebrows and taking a slight pause: "It's been a long time, Dr. Xie. ...... you look like ......"
He looked at him carefully.
The man remains the same as before, with severe eyes and marked facial lines, a very aggressive facial contour. His eyes are beautiful, similar to those of Xie Xue, an apricot pair of eyes. Anyone who had such a pair of eyes would look very charming, but he is powerful, an aura that abruptly projects what is born of the heart, and projects thousands of kilometers away. And anyone in that range could be affected by it and frozen. The two brothers and sisters had exactly the same eyes. Xie Xue can be very delicate, but she's not charming at all. His eyes were cold and his temperament froze thousands of kilometers away. And on the whole, the whole person seemed cold, rigid and tall.
Very dominant, very authoritarian. As a great master of an autocratic feudal family, it would be best to combine his pale face with a set of black velvet mink skins with a strong aura, and then two warlord silver laces on the lapel, and then it would be fine.
Finally, He Yu smiled warmly, but there was little laugh in his eyes.\n"You look as young as ever, you don't look old at all.
Small theater.\nThe first thing you have to do is write a story that contains the three elements of love, redemption and repentance. In 5,000 words, the main character must go from being alive and well to being completely dead, preferably with some unexpected twists.\nHe Yu: It's written.\nXie Xue: Where is it? Deliver the task.\nHeYu: Teacher, read the first chapter of "The Book of the Sick" ^-^\nXie Xue: ...... You look a little perverted.\nHe Yu: There is no hurry, there are opportunities to show more perversions later. For example, ......\nXie Xue: What do you mean?\nHe Yu: As a choreography student, I would say that theater is a form of hooliganism.\nAny comments about today's turn? ~~~