In the middle of the night on Monday, there was a downpour, and the rain came from the horizon and spread endlessly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The plain old-fashioned windows were pounding with rain, thunder and lightning were dancing in the sky, and the young woman on the bed lay quietly, muttering something as if something bad had happened in a dream.

In the early morning, the heavy rain ended, and the air was very fresh.

Wen Hao opened his eyes, suddenly lifted the quilt, and sat on the edge of the bed, where is this?! A small room, with a green painted door, earthen walls, a wooden bed, and a tall green table next to the bed, on which a row of books and a large pile of papers were neatly stacked.

It's familiar, like the teacher's dormitory when she was still teaching.

Wen Hao's later memories are cold prison cells, boring prison life day after day, never-ending labor, rubbing rough hands, gradually withering yellow and old skin, and her figure slowly becoming bloated, she didn't have the courage to commit suicide and die, she just waited for this remnant of her life.

She's in prison, waiting for someone.

Yan Feiyu, the name she reads day and night.

But until he died, he did not wait for the man's forgiveness and love, and he was so stingy that he refused to give her even a meeting.

When she had a conflict with someone while working, she was beaten by that person and had a hole in her head, and when the blood was about to drain, she would still subconsciously call his name...... The man she has loved all her life, if there is an afterlife, she will definitely no longer be rash, no more impulsive, and no longer lose her love!

"Knock knock、...... Knock knock ........" There was a clear knock on the door outside.

Wen Hao frowned, strange, is this a dream? If it's a dream, why is the knock so real? She's dead......

"Wen Hao, are you awake? Teacher Wen, Teacher Wen......"

Teacher Wen........ She used to be a people's teacher, how long has it been since she heard such a title, is it a dream...... She thought sourly.

The knock on the door became more and more urgent, and Wen Hao got out of bed in a daze, and couldn't help but open the door.

The warm sunlight peeked in through the door, and Wen Hao raised his hand to block it, and it was rare to enjoy the comfortable sunshine in the gloomy prison life for too long.

A young woman outside the door walked in and asked, "Teacher Wen, what's wrong with you?" Seeing her sloppy appearance, she was startled, and said again: "Teacher Wen, why haven't you gotten up yet?" Today's second period of class 3 is your class, pack up quickly, don't be late. ”

"The second period of the third class, my class? What lessons? Wen Hao felt more and more strange, suddenly, her eyes looked at the young woman in front of her for a moment, a white shirt, a pair of black bodybuilding pants, delicate facial features, slender figure, something in the depths of her memory suddenly emerged, she said in horror: "You are Xiaowei?!" ”

Xiaowei, in her memory, there is Xiaowei, the teacher who taught the same course as her, and she used to be a good friend.

"Wen Hao, are you sleeping? I'm Xiaowei. You won't forget the second lesson, will you? Music lessons......" Xiaowei was a little puzzled. She is the same age as Wen Hao, both are music teachers at City No. 1 Middle School, and the two young people often talk about problems together, and over time they become friends.

In her eyes, Teacher Wen has always been a very disciplined teacher, dressing herself up neatly, never getting up early at eight o'clock like today, and her clothes have not changed.

Wen Hao was shocked, this feels too real, too real to be true! There was a sharp pain in her head, she reached out and rubbed it, her voice was very weak: "Xiaowei, I didn't sleep well last night, I have a little headache, and I may not be able to go to class later." ”

"Headache?" Xiaowei was obviously enthusiastic: "How is it?" Shall I take you to the infirmary? The rain last night was so loud that it was so noisy that it was difficult for people to sleep, Mr. Wen, you must have been disturbed by the rain. As he spoke, he was going to help her.

"It's okay, I'll be refreshed when I sleep again, it's too troublesome to go to the infirmary."

"Then you have a good rest, I'll go to the principal to help you ask for a leave, and I'll help you with music lessons first."

"Okay, thank you, Xiaowei."

"You're welcome, you've helped me with two classes before." Xiaowei said: "But you still have to pay attention, if you feel uncomfortable, you still have to find a doctor immediately, you know?" ”

"Hmm."

Sending Xiaowei away, Wen Hao carefully closed the door and locked it, her eyes suddenly became wet after not being cared for for a long time...... She walked over to the wall and looked at the calendar hanging on the wall, the yellowed paper, clearly stating that today was Monday, September 11, 1977.

"1977, 1977...... 1977 year. It turned out to be 1977! She looked up and laughed, laughed and laughed, and then covered her mouth and cried: "I went back to 1977, is all this a dream, or is it real?" ”

Wen Hao's heart was filled with a strange feeling, and a trace of anticipation, she hoped it was true.

When I was in prison, I met all kinds of people, including a storyteller, who often told them some magical and unbelievable stories, such as a person whose soul possessed someone after death, a baby girl who was born with memories of her previous life, a haunted house, and so on......

Wen Hao was a materialist in the past, and he firmly believed in the chairman's words. However, after a long time of despair, people's thoughts have slowly changed, and what can be believed and what cannot be believed has become irrelevant.

And today, she is standing here alive, which shows that something magical exists.

This is a brand-new warmth, a beautiful warmth, no longer stained with filth. In 1977, she was only twenty-three years old, and she worked as a music teacher in the city No. 1 middle school for a year.............

She reached out and picked up the old mirror, one hand slowly caressing the skin on her face, smooth, firm, fair.

Wen Hao's appearance has always been good, and he has been pampered since he was a child, so he has a good foundation, and it is precisely for this reason that he was sentenced to prison at that time, because of this face, he was attacked by many people, they slapped her, grabbed her hair, and beat her to a bruis.

No........ Don't, never again!

She hugged her trembling body, hiding her fear, she came back to life, back to seventeen years ago, she wouldn't repeat the same mistakes! She wants to live a better life than anyone else, and she wants to be the happiest woman!

To resist the fate of the previous life, the source of the source is that girl, the girl who is peerless, she snatched everything from her.

That girl, Lu Anyao.

His students, very good students, even she is ashamed of herself, and she is jealous of the students who go crazy.

Calculating the time, at this time, Lu Anyao had already arrived at the county No. 2 Middle School, and had been in school for more than a week.

It's time to prepare, Wen Hao curled the corners of his mouth and smiled brightly. In this life, knowing everything in the future and most of the things Lu Anyao has to do, her gentle life is bound to be smooth sailing!! (To be continued.) )