Feng Wu walked in, put the lesson plan in his hand on the table, opened the curtain, didn't say anything superfluous, and directly began to explain today's content, his voice was fast and slow, not slow, not very big, but everyone could hear it.

Yueguan, who has been listening to lectures seriously since she was a child and has never deserted, seems to be distracted today, looking at the person at the front desk, she suddenly has a feeling that it was him, it was him, and it was really his inexplicable feeling.

Yue Guan lay on the table and looked at Feng Wu silently, he was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt ironed without a trace of wrinkles, the cuffs were neatly buttoned, revealing slender bones and distinct hands, a pair of Danfeng eyes hidden behind the eyes, the smile on his face made people feel like a spring breeze, and the whole person looked gentle and clean.

He stood in front like this, without superfluous movements, but his every move, word by word, was clear, slow, and deeply engraved into Yue's concern, and he could no longer pretend to be someone else.

It is like the night wind blowing over the hills, the moonlight in the sky spilling into the river, the early spring flowers blooming angrily, and the crisp chirping of the birds in the early morning, the first touch of spring snow is cut in the cold winter.

At that moment, Yueguan seemed to hear the sound of the barren opening in his heart.

"That's him. Bai Jiaojiao beside her said.

"What?" Yue Guan didn't understand.

"I mean, he's the owner of the teahouse you're going to meet. ”

"What?!!!" Yue Guan exclaimed.

When she came back to her senses, she found that the room was quiet, and all her black and oppressive heads turned around, staring at her dissatisfied, and she was so surprised that she not only screamed, but also jumped up from her seat.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I see bugs on the chair. Yueguan's face turned red, and he quickly sat down.

Feng Wu looked at her and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose to cover the curvature of the corners of his mouth.

Ignoring others, Yue was anxious and impatient, she couldn't help but poke Bai Jiaojiao's arm on the side, and asked with her eyes.

Bai Jiaojiao didn't squint and nodded.

Feng Wu is a professor of the academy, and the professor of the academy is the owner of the teahouse, and the owner of the teahouse helped him that day?

The overlapping identities of these two unrelated horses and cows have caused a huge impact on her.

Yue Guan sorted out this relationship over and over again in her heart, and couldn't help but look ahead, but unexpectedly, the person was looking at herself, his eyes were as calm as water, but he staggered at a glance, as fast as her illusion.

Her eyes were so curious and hot, how could Feng Wu not feel the slightest feeling, but Bai Jiaojiao said something to her, causing her to react so much.

At the end of this class, Bai Jiaojiao only left a sentence of "normal work at night" and left.

Feng Wu looked at Yueguan, who was sitting in the same place, took off his glasses, wiped them with the corners of his clothes, put them back on, picked up the lesson plan, and disappeared outside the door.

Don't be anxious, she's here, won't go. Feng Wuru thought.

And Yueguan was entangled for a day, and after thinking about it for a day, he took his backpack and went out of the school gate.

Didn't you say that you want to thank Professor Feng, don't you want to meet the owner of the teahouse, you can go together today.

Yueguan quickened his pace, walked through the corner, turned a corner, walked directly, and then turned a corner, and you could see the teahouse not far from the intersection.

As always, open the door, sit behind the bar, read your own books, serve tea to your guests, and listen to their stories.

That's it, don't think about anything else.

Yue Guan said in his heart.

But why does it feel so familiar?

Yueguan stood in the corner of the wall, stunned, why when he saw that person, he had a desire to get close to him, and wanted to talk to him.

I don't know him.

I've seen him before, I've seen this Feng Wu.

Did you come to this teahouse in your previous life and drink a cup of floating dreams?

"What are you doing standing here?"

A voice sounded from behind, Yue Guan was startled in her own thoughts, and after seeing who was behind her, she couldn't help but gasp, took a step back, and threw her head back, widening the distance from the comer.

"Be careful!"

Feng Wu's eyes tightened, and his long arm reached out and put his right hand into the back of Yue Guan's head, avoiding the tragedy of her hitting the wall and breaking the blood.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", Yue was concerned and trembled, thinking that she would stumble on the sturdy head and crash into a soft and warm place, but when she came back to her senses, she realized that it was Professor Feng who protected her.

Feng Wu's right hand was cushioned behind Yue Guan's head, and his left hand was propped up on the wall, looking at Yue Guan condescendingly, and in a possessive attitude, he encircled her in his arms in disguise.

In the place where Yue Guan couldn't see, his gaze became a little strange, hidden behind the lenses, obscure, staring at the soft strands of hair on the top of her head, and the tender neck that was exposed when she lowered her head, greedy and forbearing.

"Feng, Professor Feng, oh no, Boss Feng, are you okay. "Surrounded by a man, the tip of his nose is full of the breath of that person, that breath is like being in the glacial plateau, tearing open the scarf and taking a big breath of freshness and coldness, which is particularly good. Yueguan moved his feet uneasily, and couldn't help but open his mouth first.

"It's fine. Feng Wu seemed to be awakened by her, let go of his hand, took a few steps back, and twisted his wrist as if nothing happened.

Yue Guan secretly looked at him when he lowered his head, his expression was gentle and elegant, Sven was clean, but his eyes were a little indifferent, his eyebrows were too thick and too weak, it was exactly the kind that Yue Guan liked to see, and the shade was just right. Depending on his age, you can say that he is twenty-one or twelve, or that he is thirty-one or twelve, and even the action of taking a few steps back is done by him, with some extra calmness.

"Why are you in a daze, aren't you going to the teahouse?" Feng Wu put his slightly reddened right hand behind his back and looked at her.

Only then did Yue Guan notice that looking through the transparent lenses, his Danfeng eyes were a natural harvest from the corner of the eye to the end of the eye, and then slightly lifted up, like the painter's thick ink when he slid to the end, and like the calligrapher's brush stroke when he finished writing the last stroke, with a little charm and sharpness, these two completely different temperaments are blended together, which is simply tempting.

At this time, the twilight was sinking, and under the dim light, looking at Feng Wu's somewhat blurred eyebrows, Yue Guan couldn't help but think of those male goblins in Liaozhai Zhiyi, who should have been clear and gentle as jade, but because they were born, they were contaminated with some unique seductive demonic aura.

"Ahhhhhhh Yue Guan said hurriedly.

"Let's go. Feng Wu said, and took the lead in walking towards the brown color on the corner of the street.

Yue Guan followed behind him, the shadows of the two overlapped one after the other, looking at his long back, Yue Guan felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and closeness in his care.

Who the hell is he?