Jiang Nan sent me downstairs all the way to my house and looked at the door number on the unit door with a smile.

Teacher Su, I didn't expect you to live so close to An Xu. You live in unit two, and he's in unit three. Jiang Nan said with a smile, but he kept looking at me with deep eyes.

I'm not interested in discussing this topic with him, I'm afraid that if I continue to discuss it, I will learn that my house and An Xu's house are only separated by a wall.

Even if it's really just a wall, don't let me know. Because if that were the case, I would move out immediately, and the thing I fear the most is moving.

I don't like Gangnam's gaze. His gaze was too deep, and that gaze was like an invisible blade that seemed to be able to slice through everything.

And what I hate the most is the feeling of being seen through. That feeling is like being nakedly left on the street in broad daylight, so embarrassed that it is not as good as a street rat.

I hurriedly said goodbye to him, and we were very worldly and sophisticated in a few polite words. Just when I had already walked into the door of the unit, Jiang Nan behind me suddenly said:

Teacher Su, we may see each other often in the future.

I paused slightly, but I didn't look back or answer, pretended not to hear and hurried upstairs.

When I got home, I felt a sense of uneasiness in my heart. Subconsciously walked to the window and looked down, the door of the unit was empty, and my heart suddenly became steady.

Gangnam?Gangnam?

The name is familiar, but why can't I remember about this student for a while?

I hurriedly found the album and looked through the old photos.

Soon I flipped to the group photo of the first class of students I taught, and I checked them one by one, and finally fixed on the short boy on the far right of the last row.

That's right, this short boy is Jiangnan!

I flipped through the memo at the back of the album, and finally slowly remembered some of his situation: this little boy named Jiangnan was a member of the study committee of the class at that time.

Since this kid is honest and doesn't make mistakes or get into trouble, I wasn't very impressed with him.

However, looking at the short boy in the old photo, I couldn't make any connection between him and the tall and handsome man I had just seen.

Are they really the same Jiangnan?

It seems that not only the eighteen changes in women's colleges, but also the changes in boys can be earth-shaking.

I closed the album and didn't want to look too much at the other photos. I don't like to relive the past, I don't know why, and I don't want to know why.

I followed Erbao's direction and found her toy.

Then I started watering the flowers, and I didn't water them when I came back with the kids yesterday because I touched the pot, and the soil in the pot didn't dry, so it dragged on for a day.

The flowers in my house are blooming right now. The last time I came back, I only opened two or three pots, and now they are almost all in full bloom.

But I couldn't name them, and I had never actually studied the names of the flowers at home.

It doesn't matter to me what their names are, the point is that I can't remember them either, my memory is just too bad.

After watering, I cleaned the pot again. Because the flowers are blooming so luxuriantly, some of them are in full bloom and then wither.

If they are not cleaned up in time, they have become dried flowers. One by one, they picked it up and held it in their hands, but it was very beautiful.

I took out my phone and took a picture of the dried flowers, trying to keep their last splendour.

Just then, my phone rang. On weekdays, except for the courier, basically no one calls me, and suddenly a call came in and scared me.

I looked at the caller ID, and it was an unfamiliar number. I hesitated, but then took it.

Connected, but I didn't speak, and the other party seemed to be silent for a while, and then said: Mr. Su, it's me, Jiangnan.

How can he have my phone number?

I said, "Oh, it's Jiangnan, hello."

Although they used to be teachers and students, they are now seasoned adults. I just met, but now they are still politely greeting each other on the phone.

Jiang Nan said: Mr. Su, can I add your WeChat? In the future, I may have a lot of things to trouble you, and I ask you to take care of me.

I said, "Yes, but you can contact me at any time if there is anything I can do to help."

He said, "Okay, thank you, teacher."

So we hung up the phone with each other, and after a while, my phone came in WeChat. I went through his request to add and looked at his screen name: Dust.

My heart was shocked. My name is Mo, which means insignificant, dusty.

My father is a veteran primary school teacher who has been converted from a private to a public school, and he has been patriarchal all his life, but the more he hopes for his son, the more he will give birth to a daughter.

My two sisters died for unknown reasons, my mother gave birth to me and I was sick and could not have children, and my father was angry and changed my name from Su Huan to Su Mo.

That's right, my dad always didn't like me, even hated me. He seemed to feel that it was my birth that had broken his dream of having a son.

So for the next few years, my mother vigorously seized the source of her divorce on my head.

I didn't like my name, so I gave myself another name called Su Li, the departure of Li.

If I could leave all right and wrong, I would leave without hesitation. However, that kind of resolute departure can only be death!

And I can't die yet! My kids are so young, how can I be a hundred?

So, no matter what happens, no matter what kind of life I have, I have the reason and motivation to live with my children.

My name is Su Li, and I tell everyone who has since met me that my name is Su Li. However, the name on my household registration book is still Su Mo.

When I was still teaching in primary school, my leaders, colleagues, and students all knew that my name was Su Mo.

Serious in-service teachers must get the name on the user's mouthbook.

But since I left my job, as long as I don't have to show my household registration book or ID card, my name is Su Li.

I tried to change my name, but I needed my dad's household registration book, so I couldn't do it.

My dad wouldn't help me change my name, he didn't even want to see me, and he didn't care about my condition.

My screen name is the name that I recognize and use to walk the rivers and lakes, anyway, I think it's my real name at first glance.

The surname is Su, the name is away, and the name is away. At a glance, it's a real name.

However, if it's called dust, it must be a screen name. Think about the tall figure in Jiangnan, but the screen name is dust, and it has a story at first glance.

As soon as he added, he spoke.

He said, "Teacher Su, can I call you Su Li?"

Is it a reason to call your teacher by her first name?

I said, "Do you know what the next sentence is for a day as a teacher?"

He replied in seconds: I know, I understand. Mr. Su, I was wrong.