“KTV？”

Teacher Yuwen seemed to be a little puzzled, and asked hesitantly.

"Ah, isn't it Teacher's Day?"

"Oh, it's Teacher's Day."

Wait, don't you even know about Teacher's Day? Or did you not notice that today is Teacher's Day?

Isn't the festival here to tell people about the passage of time?

As a teacher, I don't know, although I don't know if it's a dereliction of duty, but it's certainly unlikely. Ah, by the way, the teacher is new, I doubt that I haven't been a teacher before.

Probably, that's right.

But wasn't he a student before? If I remember correctly, Teacher's Day has existed for a long time, officially established by the state in 1985.

Pinching my fingers, of course, it's just in my heart, about 32 years. (Lu Yu is a student of the class of 2017)

You should be older than the teacher, right?

However, it is not uncommon for you to forget some days that you want to remember. It's like the birthday of some people who don't know each other well, although I want to send a blessing or something, but I always remember it the next day.

"Well, okay~"

"Huh."

"What's wrong?"

Although the teacher's refreshing response achieved the expected goal, it was different from the expected and imagined bridge.

"Ah, it's okay, then it's decided."

"Okay."

After confirming Teacher Yuwen, I sent a message to Li Xinmu, this guy is still changing clothes in the dormitory, in fact, I am quite strange.

At the same time, there is also a little expectation of what kind of clothes I have changed, and this small expectation melts in my heart and becomes a sentence of "done".

Then there is a delicate emoji that Li Xinmu replied to.

Super cute, super cute, super cute wow!

After about five minutes, there was a soft knock on the door of this small counseling room, where the corner was still a little damp and the wallpaper was curled, and there was no other difference. Although I could come in by pushing it directly, Li Xinmu still pulled my eyes away by knocking on the door.

After a soft pretentious cough, it was the first time I saw Li Xinmu, who was probably dressed quietly, who gently pushed open the door.

The single ponytail was replaced by a side ponytail, perhaps because of the delicate weaving of fine twists that had been delicately woven around the back of the head after the roommate's skillful hands. The bangs, which were not cleaned up much, changed their casual style and were honestly pasted on the sideburns by the hairpin.

Hmm, I feel like I'm stiff.

I feel like I've painted a little makeup, but it doesn't matter, after all, Li Xinmu is naturally beautiful without makeup.

"Let's go?"

"Hmm."

I seemed to have left the club activities behind, and then Mr. Yuwen, who stood up, shrunk his neck.

"Yo ~ Let's go ~ Towards the beautiful place!"

"Teacher, don't be so loud, hmm.

"Isn't it good? Whew, it's really going to be cold, it's still a little cold. ”

Seeing that Teacher Yuwen tightened his scarf, I paid attention to Li Xinmu.

"Is it cold?"

"It's okay, it's not too cold."

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"I may not be able to sing alone."

Holding the microphone, I felt a little weak.

"Then sing it too! I want to hear it, I want to hear it! ”

I had the idea of singing along, but I couldn't say it.

Sing it like that, I said to myself.

I can't remember exactly what I sang, I have a vague idea of what I sang, and I have no memory of what I did next.

Heaven and earth began to spin like a whirlpool.

When I regained consciousness, I came home in a daze, took a shower, didn't even need to touch my homework, and lay alone in bed trying to remember.

A few Li Xinmu overlapped and staggered, and there was a faint pain in the upper left corner of my head.

As if something was coming out of it, I covered my eyes, as if it would make me feel better, and it would be better.

Because on the right side is the same pain.

The figures in my mind questioned my mind again, and this time I could only tremble. In my slightly damp home, I looked at the leaky ceiling and wondered when I would find someone to brush it.

Thinking about smoothing out these falling wall plasters, thinking about smoothing out my hesitations.

In the darkness I wrapped myself in the quilt and wrapped myself a little tighter.

It's getting colder.

"Why do you live?"

The last words before I could see the world clearly, with the help of medicine, I was temporarily freed from this pain.

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"What's wrong?"

It's still a math class.,In the quiet environment of the whole class.,It's still not a very nice voice in the classroom.,I don't really understand whether it's good or not.,But it's annoying.。

"It's fine."

After Li Xinmu gently asked me from behind, I finally raised my head.

Some, strange.

Since I started high school, my condition has been getting worse like this, much more often than before.

Do I need to add medicine?

I shook my head, trying to ignore it.

"I can't even remember what happened yesterday."

Leaning back slightly, he asked softly. But the answer to me did take me back was a hand.

Forget it, isn't it good?

In this way, I held my cheeks and listened to the lecture of this elderly teacher, which was actually an unconventional way of lecturing, in other words, very old-fashioned.

Well, it's actually quite listening, there are a lot of places where there should be, and I'm trying to mobilize the atmosphere.

But it is so sad, it is so irreparable, when the teacher speaks his own set of language on the blackboard, there is no one to communicate with him in the normal way of learning between teachers and students.

The fear of the blackboard is rooted in the unclear font and the inexplicable teacher who tries to point fingers.

That's a backwardness that shouldn't have been.

Although it is only a little less interesting, and it is essentially no different from other learning, these small places really have a big impact.

From the left side of the blackboard to the right side of the blackboard, from top to bottom, about five lines of white chalk handwriting were pulled down from the edge of the national flag next to the blackboard above the blackboard, and between one and the other white shadows, only vaguely distinguishable open space, marked that I needed to shift my gaze to change the next line, so as not to just stop the car and see the side and feel that the number of days is difficult to understand.

Although, I can understand it all.

"What do you think?"

Li Xinmu, who has always listened carefully to the class, can't take his eyes off even in such a trough cake situation, which makes me feel a little incredible, but I also feel ashamed.

But what are you ashamed of? What's the difference?

"It's okay, there's no problem, I can understand it."

Actually, this is nonsense, I complained in my heart, and put my body in my seat upright.

This old man waved his hands so the podium that I felt a little sad to see it.

At the very least, I'm going to keep my head up.