The air in the suburbs is cleaner than in the city, there are fewer vehicles, no dust, and no noise. In the late winter and early spring season, the trees along the road sprout green shoots, the spring swallows return to their nests, everything recovers, and it is a good sign for the new year.

A blue sign above the road reads: Students are infested, vehicles are slowing down.

The taxi slowed down and drove steadily, and saw clumps of trees and branches, and a fence of iron railings. Before driving further, you will arrive at the gate of a college, and the gold lacquer font reads - Rongwen Private College for Deaf and Dumb Children.

The driver looked at the girl in the back seat from the rearview mirror, wearing a crisp ponytail, wearing a baby pink hooded sweatshirt, and carrying a preppy school bag. The cheeks are white and ruddy, the chin is slightly baby fat, but the face is not big, and the eyes are as clear as water, looking like a pure and aura college student.

Luo Ruan took out the money from her pocket and handed it to the driver, she got out of the car, looked at the name of the school in large lacquer characters, there were two security guards sitting in the guard room, the automatic door was closed, and farther away was the high-rise white brick teaching building and dormitory.

And the man is in there.

Luo Ruan couldn't help but smile, and then he came back to his senses and looked at the time, it was almost too late, for fear of leaving a bad impression on the other party. Luo Ruan was in a hurry, and ran to the school with his legs raised.

The security guard saw the little girl who suddenly ran in, and asked according to the usual practice: "Hello, the school insiders, please show your ID, parents, please call the head teacher......"

Yes.

Luo Shuran stood on his feet, panting slightly, and his tone was slightly urgent but his speech was clear: "Hello! I'm here to apply!"

"Apply?" the security guard glanced at her dress and nodded.

It happened that a man came in from outside, wearing black-framed glasses, after punching the card at the window, he greeted the security guard with a smile: "Lao Li is early!"

"Director Wang is early!" The security guard replied, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly called out to the girl who had walked a few steps away: "Hey...... Girl, aren't you going to apply? This is the Minister of Personnel, the Prince, who violated ......."

Luo Ruan walked a few steps and heard the security guard tell her to turn back, and saw the minister in the security guard's mouth staring at her. She subconsciously stood up straight, her expression was serious, and she said politely: "Hello! My name is Luo Ruan!"

Wang Zizhi smiled: "Do you want to apply? What position do you apply for? Do you have a teacher qualification certificate? Do you have a special teacher certificate?"

He smiled very friendly and kind. These questions were asked too quickly, Luo Ruan grabbed his hair, he wanted to apply, but ...... She had some trouble touching her nose:

"No, I ......"

Seeing her hesitation, Wang Ziwei seemed to realize that this was not a good place to apply, and he said as he walked: "Let's go to the office first! ”

Luo Ruan is still very difficult, she does not have a teaching certificate, and she is not here to apply for a teacher.

So, she trotted up, stopped a few steps away from the prince, and whispered, "Director Wang, I ......"

"How did you come up with the idea to come to the Academy for the Deaf?"

Before Luo Ruan could speak, he heard the prince ask.

She thought for a few seconds and whispered, "I—I like ...... here."

"Like it here?"

Obviously, this is the opening phrase of a popular application, which is neither creative nor original, and simply cannot be remembered.

The prince groaned for a few seconds and nodded: "But you're the right one!"

Luo Ruan looked at him with some curiosity: "Came right?"

Wang Ziwei nodded with interest: "Although we are a private school for the deaf and dumb, the benefits given to us by the board of directors are very good, the school spirit is rigorous, and the teachers are among the best. ”

Luo Ruan looked at the cultural corridor with flying eaves and wings, as well as antique administrative buildings, high-rise dormitories, and blue and white striped school uniforms drying on balconies.

This is Rongwen Academy, and this is the place she wants to come to.

Luo Ruan echoed and nodded: "The academy is very good......"

In fact...... She felt that people were better in her heart......

Seeing her give face like this, the prince coughed against the pretense, looking like a storyteller: "And Mr. Wen of our academy ......"

Afraid that she wouldn't understand, the prince changed his title: "This Principal Wen, it's a living signboard, tsk...... Young and promising, Ph.D. from the University of London, UK, the board of directors hired ......"

Principal Wen?

Luo Ruan pricked up his ears slightly, looking much more serious than he had just casually agreed.

"If you want to say that this Mr. Wen is good anywhere, he has a bad temperament, he doesn't like to be lively, he likes to be quiet, and his life is boring, so we secretly gave him a nickname, old cadre. ”

Old cadre......

Luo Ruan was itchy when he heard it, and he felt like he was uncomfortable.

She pursed her lips and asked casually, "What about this Principal Wen...... What about the children?"

The prince scoffed and turned his face to look at her.

Luo Ruan also raised his head, blinking, and pretending to be curious.

"It seems that you don't know our academy very well. The prince shook his head regretfully, "Mr. Wen doesn't even have a girlfriend, where are the children, if you want to talk about children, the children in the whole school are his children......"

"Oh...... I don't have any children......"

The two walked and talked about coming to an office building with a very different style, with red glazed tiles at the tip of the roof, an antique building, a long corridor, green vines sprouting and entwining stone columns, surrounded by flower beds, and planted with all kinds of green plants.

Wang Ziwei was the first to walk into the cloister and introduced: "It is said that this is the only antique administrative office building in the school, and my office, including the principal's office, is in this building. ”

Luo Ruan smiled: "The building is very unique...... The view is good, too. ”

As he was talking, the prince came to call from his mobile phone, he glanced around at Luo Ruan, and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'll answer the phone." ”

Luo Ruan turned his head to look at him and nodded, "Okay." ”

The prince took his mobile phone and walked away.

Luo Ruan retracted his gaze, stood on the spot and kicked the stones on the ground a few times, and walked along the corridor in every possible way.

Outside the cloister is a flower bed, planted with landscape greenery, neatly trimmed, and below is a potted plant of green plants, blooming with clusters of pink, white, and red flowers and bones.

Luo Ruan has a natural curiosity about plants, she squatted down to take a closer look, it turned out to be a camellia, small pink petals clustered together, the stamens are like small stars, really beautiful.

After watching it for a while, the prince had not yet come. Luo Ruan was a little entangled, she wondered whether she should wait for the prince to come to the office to apply for a job, or go to the principal's office......

I don't know if Principal Wen can't see her, and if she is welcome......

Luo Ruan's heart was bottomless, and his brows were twisted.

She sighed, looked at the ancient building in front of her with infinite melancholy, pointed to the window and counted them one by one, wondering which one was the principal's office.

Finally, the line of sight falls on a door at an oblique angle. The wooden door is hidden, the pattern lines on the door, the carving is very smooth, and the door paint is clear.

Luo Ruan stared at it for a long time, the prince still didn't come, she felt strange in her heart, and walked over with a ghost.

Walking out the door, she gently pushed the door in a little uncontrollably.

It was just a small tea room and a small living room, empty.

However, the architectural pattern of the house is extremely fine, on both sides of the wall are lattice, on one side there are tea sets, purple clay pots, white jade teapots, etc., and on the other side are exquisite antiques, antiques, I don't know whether they are genuine or fake.

There is a faint sandalwood fragrance in the house, the smell is not strong, light, comfortable, and very good.

Luo Ruan cautiously raised his feet, for fear of waking everything inside.

A little inside, walking through the corner wall, there is a cave. It is a retro office, with an antique style integrated into modern architecture, floor-to-ceiling windows, green gauze curtains that are opened, and the scenery outside is revealed, making the office bright and spacious.

Ink paintings and calligraphy are hung on the left and right walls, and in front of her is a bookcase, which is lined with all kinds of books, and the number is terrifying.

Silence, silence.

Bookish and sandalwood. Looking further down, there is a desk, behind which is a chair, and the top of the table is neatly organized.

And then—

Luo Ruan saw a person sitting next to the window.

She froze in place, surprised and shocked to see the man in a white shirt with a stand-up collar and a black fleece sweater on the outside, clean and tidy.

He bowed his head, the contours of his face were clearly dyed by the bright light outside the window, his facial features were dusty, and his side face was thin and thin, it was a young and mature face.

Luo Ruan wanted to leave, but his feet were frozen, and he refused to move his eyes even half a minute.

The man sat on a pear blossom wood chair, and in front of him was a chess table, which was made of small-leaved rosewood inlaid wood, with exquisite patterns and exquisite patterns. He leaned over slightly, his neckline slightly open, and his neck was slender and jade.

The slender fingers pinched a white jade chess piece, the color was transparent and smooth, and it was engraved with exquisite carved patterns, which had some origins over time. The slender fingers gently landed a chess piece on the chessboard, picked up the chess piece of the other side, frowned slightly and thought for a few seconds, and fell.

There was no one else directly opposite him, but the chess pieces on the chess table were fighting against each other.

Play against yourself.

Luo Ruan looked curious, and couldn't help but stare at the chess game for a few more seconds.

It wasn't until she suddenly came back to her senses that she realized how inappropriate her actions were, because she was uninvited.

Thinking that this was an impolite behavior, she silenced and didn't want to disturb him and quit like this, but the person sitting on the chair noticed that something was wrong in the room at this time, and felt a shadowy figure in the afterglow, he raised his eyes slightly, and his calm gaze fell on her face, and his eyebrows were slightly constricted.

His office has always been rarely haunted, and the displeasure he showed at this time seemed to dislike people who inexplicably broke in.

Luo Ruan's eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes met the slender eyes in a panic, his eyes were bright and dark, and his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be indifferent and cold by nature, expressionless, faint and heavy.

This man's aura was too strong, she lost her mind for a while, her whole body was stunned for a long time and did not move, her feet did not dare to take a step forward, nor did she dare to retreat.

In early spring, the weather is cold.

A cold wind swept in from the slightly open window, causing the white paper on the table to fan gently and make a subtle sound.

Luo Ruan was a little cold, grinning at the white sign on the desk.

It reads: Principal Wen Naijiu.

Durable, durable.

She remembered the scorching camellia in the flowerbed outside, and suddenly remembered a poem about camellias.

The snow wraps and blooms to the Spring Festival Gala, and the world is as durable as a king.

It turns out that the name Wen Naijiu comes from this poem.