"This-Zhao, Zhao? Really a principal? Yafu pointed to the rain outside, a little incoherent. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Well, it's on the side, not far away." Ah San also pointed out the door.

Everyone was silent, and the dog was silent.

It was another cigarette, and the rain finally stopped, and the streets were full of ponds, one on the left and one on the right. The sky shone with fresh sunlight, but the nose was full of rain and muddy water mixed with the smell of fish. Yafu tiptoed, went out and turned right, and walked a short distance to Chunlei Elementary School.

When a black-skinned doorman saw someone coming, he stood up from the duty room, rolled his eyebrows, and shouted:

"Hey, hey, hey! What the hell, what the hell! ”

Yafu handed over Principal Zhao's business card and asked timidly, "This...... You guys...... Hiring? ”

The doorman's eyes were like electricity, like a metal detector, swept back and forth on Yafu's body two or three times, put aside the sentence "Wait", turned around and picked up a microphone full of black mud, dialed a few numbers, but immediately changed to a smiling face, nodded and said in a low voice: "Hey~? Director Zhou, there is a young man who came to ask about recruitment...... Uh-huh, yes, yes, right at the door...... Oh good! Ok good good ......"

After about four or five minutes, a woman in her thirties and forties walked out of it, with short hair to her ears, thin eyebrows and eyes, wearing a short gray shirt, and her body was a little bloated.

The school was empty, and there was no one in sight. There are several bluestone steps in a row, behind two wide wooden doors, there is a courtyard, all sides are brown wooden pillars, blue gray stone walls, you can see a lot of exquisite carved beams, bucket arches, but you can't see what age for a while. Along a corridor, a few turns, a row of low red-tiled and blue-brick houses, all nailed to the door with a sign with red letters on a white background. Walking to the last room, the woman known as Director Zhou knocked on the door, and there was an answer inside.

Squeaked the door in, the light was a little dim, the room was full of stacks of newspapers, books and test papers, like a scrap yard, a gray air conditioner on the wall, hoarse and spitting cold air. Behind a dark yellow desk, the one who was immersed in writing was the principal Zhao Zhifan he had just seen.

Director Zhou leaned over and said, "Captain Zhao, someone is here." ”

The headmaster raised his head and said six words: "You can come!" That's great! ”

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The first impression that Yao gives people is that he doesn't talk much.

But in fact, he just doesn't want to talk to others.

Hudong City, where he once lived, was divided into two levels by some invisible force: one could talk loudly, and the other could only keep silent, because even if there was a reason to speak, it did not necessarily have the ability to speak out. Moreover, Yao didn't know what to say, just as he didn't know why he spent all day painting on canvases with patterns that no one could understand, including himself.

It's just that those patterns often appear in dreams.

Both ancient and modern, theological science, the interpretation of dreams, has never stopped.

The so-called "Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies", is it a person who dreams of a butterfly, or a butterfly who dreams of a person? Is our reality a dream, or is a dream a reality? No one figured it out. According to scientific analysis, for most dreams, people cannot recall them after waking up. However, Yao can clearly recall the patterns in his dreams.

It made him very uncomfortable, lingering uncomfortable. It's not always a good thing to have a good memory.

After being silent for a long time, I gradually got tired of talking and isolated myself from the outside world. But here's the thing: the more closed the mouth, the richer the thoughts.

Yao often talks to his other self in his heart.

Just 12 hours ago, he was still drunkenly lying on the bed of the Asan Inn on Dragon Ball Island, staring at the white ceiling, listening to the conversation between the two "themselves". In order to make it easier for you to read, I will call this Yafu "human" and the other "ghost":

Ghost: What do you have left besides that?

Man: Nothing, there's only time left.

Ghost: Sometime to lie down here?

Man: No, I'm going to hang out.

Ghost: What are you going to visit?

Man: Walking in the mountains is like a noon last winter.

Ghost: What are you doing wandering around the mountains in broad daylight? You should go at night, giggles!

People: There is the sun during the day, and the moon is dark and the wind is high at night, so I can only see you.

Ghost: Hehe, you don't have to work hard, people can come to see you quietly at night.

Person: How? Can't you get out during the day?

Ghost: Who said that! People can come out during the day, but you idiots don't know.

Man: But you're not wearing any clothes.

Ghost: It's all nonsense! People wear it! I wore several layers, and there were all kinds of dynasties.

Man: Your heart has no clothes.

Ghost:...... Cut~! Can a ghost have a heart? …… Don't talk about these boring ones. What do you see when you go to the mountains in the middle of the day?

People: Eyes full of green.

Ghost: Don't mess around! In the winter, now that the pollution is so heavy, how can there be any greenery?

Man: Yes.

Ghost: How is that possible?

Man: How can't it be! You're just confined yourself to some defined static world, you can't fly out, you don't get the indulgence you deserve...... You don't have wings...... Perhaps, there was one, and then it was lost.

Ghost: How can people have wings? I'm not an angel.

Man: You were originally an angel.

Ghost: Nonsense! Angels are our enemies! Belch...... What else do you see besides green?

Man: Caught in the greenery of my eyes, I walked for a long time, but I couldn't extricate myself. There was no sound at all, except for my footsteps, and I could clearly see my heart beating. I was a little scared and wanted to go back, but it didn't work. There seems to be a strong attraction in the depths of that mountain forest, and people have to go inside. The brain is very messy, a lot of ideas, a dilemma...... Suddenly, there were several houses, all with pink walls and tiles, probably old, with mottled walls, cracked masonry, gray wooden doors, and wooden lattice windows. Like a painting.

Ghost: Isn't that where I live?

Person: No, I know your house number. It was a ruin. People have long since moved away to enjoy the modern civilization and the irresistible hustle and bustle. Leaving this piece of green, a bit of a primitive taste, but this primitiveness is made by man...... Well, it's an abandoned corner.

Ghost: Is it beautiful?

People: Not beautiful. If you have to say that she is beautiful, it can only be understood as the result of being abandoned...... People abandoned it, only to find beauty, so beautiful that it was very desolate and lonely. What you can't find when you have it, you only see it when you give it up.

Ghost: Which movie is this? It seems to make some sense.

Man: Beautiful is also dangerous. I don't know about your underworld, but at least that's how it is. In order to save their lives, many people choose masks, and almost every shrewd person has a large number of masks, and among them, several must be confused. While everyone was shouting and being honest with each other, they still covered their private parts with a leaf. People only know how to take, but they don't know how to give, and they decorate those unspeakable things with wonderful and moving excuses.

Ghost: So, people are tired of living, so it's better to be a ghost.

Man: It does make me miserable. But I was a cowardly fellow, and I almost strangled myself in the green of the forest, but in the end I gave in, because I couldn't face death. No one came to help me, only wine. Wine is wine, not water—the more you drink it, the warmer it gets, and the more you drink it, the colder it gets—and the blind knife man was right.

Ghost: Cut~! Where are so many emotions! So, did you draw this scene?

Man: Drawing? Can't draw. It's getting too cold, and it's getting colder. Just like this Spring Festival, there is a word "spring" when it comes to talking, but can you feel that warmth? Whether you have a family or not, whether you have money or not, whether you have a heart or not, a crowded Spring Festival is enough! So, I constantly wonder if the traditional summer calendar is scientific, or if the climate in ancient times was different from what it is now. In short, it is obviously the "spring" festival, but it is almost the coldest time of the year. When relatives and friends gather, in addition to shaking their mobile phones, swiping red envelopes, and sending text messages, who can find out how they felt during the New Year in the past? The Spring Festival only stays in the beautiful memories of childhood, faded photos, sincere smiling faces, and sincere blessings, all of which are gone...... I also tried to paint those "eyes full of green", but the lack of heating in the rental house, the cold fingers, the pungent smell of turpentine and kerosene, and the cold that swept through my whole body when I volatilized, brought me into a world that was almost paralyzed. This makes me try to remember the warm winter sun, the mountains and forests, the ancient houses, the mottled white walls, and the light they reflect. At the same time, how many people are like me, struggling in the same cold, trying to deceive the weak body with a silky will, yearning for the beautiful sunshine? The old men and young men of "chariots, horses, clothes and light furs" sat in the golden and brilliant hall, embracing beauties and toasting to celebrate, but what about us?

The ghost was speechless, for she had fallen asleep.

If any doctor saw the above paragraph, he would surely loudly declare that Yao had at least three diseases:

1. Color blindness, 2. Schizophrenia, 3. Paranoia.

If Yao was lucky enough to be able to hear it, he would probably smile and nod his head and say, "Me? I'm nothing.

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After shaking hands, sitting down, and checking the ID card and certificate, Principal Zhao Zhifan lifted his black-framed glasses, glanced at Director Zhou, and then looked at Yafu, and said with a serious demeanor: "Do you know why you were invited?" ”

"I don't know."

"Because—it's fate! Hahahaha......"

Director Zhou also laughed heartily as if he was electrocuted, and there was no quiet place on his body.

To be honest, Yao was indeed taken aback by the nervous actions of these two at that time!

Just imagine, in such a gloomy old house, after such a wet rain, Mo strangers came to a strange place, faced with two strange people, suddenly said such nonsensical words, and laughed, how can it not make people's hairs stand on end and shudder!

"What, what, what do you mean?"

"Xiao Ya," Principal Zhao meaningfully compared a "scissor hand", shook it twice, and continued: "2,000 yuan a month, including three gold, accommodation, just teach art to children, every week, only six or seven classes, other times, you can also temporarily substitute for teaching, how about it?" ”

"But it's not an in-house worker, the archives are managed." Director Zhou added with a smile.

Yafu is a little dizzy, what is this called?

Came to Dragon Ball Island in a daze, and met a fake principal, and now he was agreed to be an art teacher.

This, this, this is too unserious, too incredible!

Principal Zhao seemed to see his concerns, and continued, "You may also be a little strange, how can you find a job so easily-"

"Because it's fate!" Director Zhou added again, still laughing.

This! Yafu sat across from them, covered in hair, it couldn't be illegal employment, right? I want to graduate from college, thousands of troops are slipping with resumes and certificates, sweating profusely under the scorching sun, looking for needles in a haystack to run the market, find a unit, find a position, and touch nails...... How hard it was! It's good now, it's easy to find a job, although it's a bit strange, but this is indeed a job and a job!

"This ......," Yao didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Let me see it this way," Director Zhou moved his plump body, the piece of clothing on his chest was like a full slingshot, and the taut buttons were like marbles that could be fired at any time, "Why don't I take Xiaoya to the dormitory first?" ”

"Okay, take it and see it, take it and see it." Principal Zhao was happy, not at all like he arranged a job for others, but he won the million-dollar jackpot.

Yafu is still hesitating, he has listened to lectures since he was a child, but any business that makes fun of the door is never good. What kind of medicine are sold in these two gourds?

"Let's go check it out first, and you'll know when you see it." Principal Zhao stood up and patted Yafu's shoulder again, like a praying mantis that only catches its prey.

Director Zhou also stood up, and the rattan chair under him let out a squeaky and relieved cheer.

Walking out of the school gate, through a stone path, a green orange grove, and a half-man-high fence, a big rooster with golden feathers and red crests paced triumphantly. The sun loomed in the turquoise clouds, and the air was filled with the scent of fields. It's just that the road is muddy, and if you can't take a few steps, the soles of your shoes will be stuck with a thick layer of wet mud, and you can't shake it clean.

About four or five hundred meters away, a patch of ginkgo biloba hides several small three-story buildings. There was a cement pit in front of the building, and on the gravel road next to it, there were five or six motorcycles and battery cars, as well as a black car, which had probably just returned, and the body was also covered with yellow mud spots.

A middle-aged man in a white sweatshirt happened to come out of the building and waved hello. Director Zhou nodded, pointed to the stairs in front of him and said, "Most of the teachers who live in other places live here, and school will start in a few days, and they will all return to ......."

Before the words fell, there was a sound of footsteps, and an orange-red figure rushed down in front of him, threatening to collide with Director Zhou.

Yafu said secretly: Who is this reckless?