Lu Anyao was a little disappointed somehow. She raised her head slightly www.biquge.info "So Mr. Wen, do you have a feeling, a feeling of resurrection after the catastrophe, even if it is only for a moment?" ”

"What are you talking about, classmate Lu?" Wen Hao took a step forward slightly, with concern on his face: "Are you sick?" The teacher took you to see it? ”

"I'm not sick." An Yao shook her head firmly: "I just hope that the teacher can answer my last question." ”

"The aftermath of the catastrophe, the resurrection of the dead? These feelings are ridiculous, and the teacher has never experienced them. ”

Is it. But she didn't want to believe it. She can be sure of one thing, Teacher Wen is not a traverser. However, "Meeting is a Song" cannot appear in advance for no reason, perhaps, Mr. Wen is reborn? She's not weird about these things in the world, forget it. Even if it is reborn, it has nothing to do with her. She and Teacher Wen are just teachers and students. And she only crossed over here in the past two years, thinking that Teacher Wen didn't have her in her memory, so it didn't matter if she crossed over or was reborn, it was not something she could manage.

It's just that Teacher Wen is not a traverser, and there is one less person in this world who can remember with her. Perhaps, there is no such person at all.

"Teacher, I've been bothering you for so long, I'll go first, goodbye." She bowed solemnly.

Wen Hao stared at her back, sneering heavily in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. At that time, I always heard Fei Yu talk about her, and he said that she was a very interesting person, and she would always say some inexplicable things and do some inexplicable things. Pikachu...... Liu Xiang...... Wenchuan earthquake, she can be regarded as seeing this Lu Anyao's inexplicability today, she can't understand these terms at all, what is interesting, it's just crooked words.

"Teacher Wen." After seeing An Yao leave, Cen Yiran came out from behind the wall. At the end of the music class last week, Ms. Wen told her to go to her after this class, and she wanted to talk to her. She did the same today, and she is looking forward to it. But she didn't expect that An Yao would go to Teacher Wen before her, so she came out after she hid behind the wall just now. She heard their conversation, too.

Wen seemed to be surprised: "Yiran, you came early?" So ...... just now? ”

"Teacher, I've just arrived."

Wen Haoruo nodded: "Actually, the teacher called you here to let you compete fairly with An Yao, the teacher knows that you have piano skills and are a malleable talent, and few people in other classes know how to play the piano." But the teacher only received the news today, saying that this show is best arranged for the entertainment committee of each class, and the teacher is sorry for letting you come for nothing. ”

"No," how dare Cen Yiran accept Teacher Wen's apologies, besides, Teacher Wen is such an understanding person, everything is just the meaning of the above, not Teacher Wen's original intention. "Teacher, I understand you, I will continue to work hard."

"It's best that you can think that, and the teacher believes in you. If you don't understand, you can ask An Yao, and you will progress faster. The teacher expects both of you to improve. ”

The corners of Cen Yiran's originally upturned mouth dropped slightly, but she still pulled out a smile that she thought was very relaxed: "Teacher Wen, I want to know how your "Meeting is a Song" is made? ”

"Why do you want to ask the teacher this?" Wen was funny, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

Cen Yiran wrung her hands nervously: "Teacher, I admire you very much, I like this song very much, I want to be a person like you." So I'm curious. ”

"I see. If you want to create such a song, you still have to rely on inspiration. At that time, the teacher inadvertently felt like he had found inspiration, and then he wrote this song, and then composed the music. ”

Cen Yiran's eyes were full of doubts, but she still couldn't understand. But she felt that it must be something particularly magical.

Wen Hao smiled at her: "You are still young. It will take time to settle. When you enter the society in the future, you will probably be able to understand what the teacher wants to express in this song. ”

"Hmm." Cen Yiran replied solemnly.

……

In fact, An Yao really had no intention of participating in the school literary competition. But all the way back, it was full of remarks about the students discussing the literary and art competition, and it seemed that everyone was looking forward to it and was very enthusiastic.

What to do? Should she take a leave of absence or should she feign illness? Teacher Wen obviously made her want to participate. If so, what should I do? Why didn't Yiran suddenly want to participate?

Just as she was thinking about it, she suddenly saw a pair of men's shoes under her eyes, she exclaimed, and immediately stopped, so that she didn't let her feet step on other people's feet.

"Yan, Teacher Yan."

Yan Feiyu was holding an English book in his hand, as well as a copy of "The Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes", glanced back slightly, saw the student lost his soul, squinted his eyes slightly and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

An Yao walked up to him cautiously, not knowing how to answer.

"Ah Hao was looking for you just now?"

"Huh?" She was really taken aback by this title, this title is too affectionate, isn't it...... It seems that the rumors are all true, are Mr. Yan and Mr. Wen really dealing with each other? So what role did Teacher Yan play in Teacher Wen's previous life?

It was hard for her to imagine what such a tone of voice would look like with such an expressionless and dumbfounded face. Sneaking up a look, it's no different from the usual, it's calm. Alas.....

Teacher Yan said again: "Ah Hao said that you will represent our class this time. ”

An Yao showed a distressed expression.

"Mr. Lu." Yan Feiyu raised her eyebrows, suddenly stopped, and spoke to her in a very serious tone, "Cheer up." It's your responsibility, and you're responsible for the class. Don't always act like you don't care about yourself and don't fit into the class at all, you are not alone, you represent the whole class, you represent the school. Your slack appearance made the teacher very dissatisfied. ”

He knew, it turned out he knew......

Yan Feiyu stretched out a hand and gently put it on her shoulder, her dark eyes were encouraging: "Do it well." Teachers and classmates will cheer you on. Go ahead and fight for the honor of the class. ”

He didn't understand what this proud protégé had been through, and he always isolated himself from the class, as if he wasn't part of the class. This is the first class he took over after returning to China, and it is also the first time he has been a class teacher, and he attaches great importance to it. Of course, he also hopes that others will be like him, with their minds on the class and thinking more about the class.

An Yao suddenly felt deeply ashamed, what Teacher Yan said was right. "Teacher, I'll do my best." I have to say that when Teacher Yan was serious, she really couldn't see him as a "snake spirit disease" anymore.

"Hmm." However, Teacher Yan seemed to have committed a snake spirit disease again, he took out the Sherlock Holmes from his arms, and asked very humbly: "Can you tell the teacher, who Molly is?" (To be continued.) )