The Red Mansion looks cold across the rain, and the beaded foil lantern floats alone.

Zhao Yun, who walked down from the fourth floor, walked slowly all the way, looking at the world outside the window through the glass in the corridor.

The wind pushes the rain in a uniform amount, pushing it from a distance, and then carrying it into the distance, brushing it in one direction.

Zhao Yun stopped, looking through the somewhat foggy window pane, watching the spectacular rain outside the sky, and hearing the crispness of the rain hitting the window lattice.

I like to listen to this kind of rain very much, just like listening to the Roszo Povi Symphony Orchestra playing Ravel's music, the baton from right to left, with a slight wave, the instruments of each group are followed by the notes of the previous group of instruments, and they are quickly and lightly swept over, forming a beautiful phrase.

Some music is a string of films, and so is the wind and rain, which gives you the strength of the direction and distance, rather than the increase or decrease of the tone formed in the fixed pattern and orientation. Therefore, it is so vivid and flexible, full of three-dimensional and layered beauty.

I am reluctant to let this rain stop, and I am reluctant to approach this rain. And I just want to sit in the window, listen to it outside in the distance, and gradually leave when it approaches, and then gradually and farther away, but then sweep a row, Xiaoxiao and quiet.

One can imagine how ethereal and misty it was when they passed by, the rain feet blown by the wind and the mist splashed on the road.

Yan Yan has no intention, the west bank of Taihu Lake goes with the clouds, the peaks are bitter, and the evening rain is discussed.

It was so cold that a handful of people stood in the normally noisy corridor, and immediately returned to the classroom when they saw her.

In the entire corridor, in an instant, she was the only one left, standing in front of the window facing the staircase.

Zhao Yun smiled and gently opened the window a little, the wind and rain were blowing in his face, extremely cool and very cool.

Gently closed the window, stood quietly in front of the window, and suddenly remembered the memory of many years ago......

Zhao Yun turned his head slightly, as if it was just a turning distance, and nineteen years had passed.

Glancing at the watch on my left wrist, there were still two minutes left for class.

After a gentle combing, the long hair blown by the wind was replaced with a light smile on a tube, and walked to the classroom of class 5.

Well?

Fang Di was stunned for a moment, quickly lowered his head, and pulled the geometry book from the pile of books in front of him.

Wrong!

How blind his eyes are, he is actually in a trance, and he sees Mr. Zhao as Zheng Yifan!

Fang Di lowered his head and looked up to wrap his long curved bangs.

Zhao Yun glanced at it, smiled suddenly, lowered his head Fang Di, and walked towards the podium.

The afterglow swept over the girls in the front row, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the classroom was a little strange.

Is it because her eyes are blurred when she sees the rain?

How do you feel, a trace of loss slipped over their faces, and after seeing her, they instantly turned from surprise to disappointment!

For the first time in her teaching history, she saw such an expression.

Isn't this class hers?

Is it Kai Ling or Xiao Yan's class?

Since the two of them came, she has fallen from the first favorite to the second, and now she is the fourth?

Zhao Yun paused slightly, and glanced at the class schedule on the right wall: the second period of algebra on Saturday morning.

That's right!

Zhao Yun looked around the classroom, there was silence in the classroom, the front row lowered his head, and a few people in the back row glanced up at her, and then looked away.

What kind of expression is this?

Zhao Yun walked up to the podium, put down the textbook, looked around left and right, and reminded, "This class is algebra." ”

Well? Algebra?

Fang Di looked at the geometry book in front of him, glanced at Zhao Yun again, and took it wrong.

Looking at the stack of books in front of him, he slid his fingers up and down a few times, and pulled out the algebra book.

glanced at Zhao Yun on the podium, then looked back at the clock on the back wall, and glanced at the empty front door.

Zheng Yifan shouldn't be coming, there is still a minute to go to class.

Fang Di lowered his head, his gaze fell on the pale green letterhead on his right, he forgot to call him just now.

What a mistake!

The "masterpiece" of your own class!

Is it possible that you really want to send it yourself?

In this way, it seems, it is not impossible.

However, she is always a reserved girl.

What's more, she helped Zheng Yifan so much, and even the three views were distorted for him.

It's really cheap for him.

Fang Di quietly circled the few long bangs on his forehead a few more times.

It's cold!

Fang Di shuddered lightly and came back to his senses.

Well, the door didn't close.

Gently patted Su Keke in the front row.

Sucoco turned her head, huh?

Fang Di glanced at the front door and closed the door!

Su Keke: Aren't you closing now?

Zheng Yifan was not there, and the heavy responsibility of closing the door really fell on her shoulders again.

Su Keke glanced at Fang Di, are you waiting for Zheng Yifan?

Also, she actually wants to know, whether that person is still here or not?

Fang Di: Close the door.

What are you doing with her?

Do you need to repeat yourself again with such an obvious meaning?

Eyes glanced at the front door twice, shut the door!

Su Keke: Got it.

She'd wait until the bell rang to close the door.

Su Keke took a deep look at Fang Di, don't worry!

Then he turned his head away.

Fang Di: What do you think?

Is it so hard to close the door? None of this tacit understanding?

Suddenly remembered the language, could it be that Zheng Yifan would go to close the door by himself.

Well, it turns out that he is not handsome, but for everyone's well-being.

Really, it's not easy to be a handsome guy!

They were all wrong!

Fang Di sighed softly, his gaze swept over Su Keke, and then glanced at Zhao Yun on the podium.

Is she going to close the door? Or wait a little longer?

Let's wait for the class bell to ring, and then let's go.

After all, Mr. Zhao is not Mr. Ding.

Fang Di lowered his head, glanced at the algebra book in front of him, and carefully placed the geometry on the stack.

He took out his stationery bag from the drawer, took out a pen, and held it in his hand.

Teacher Zhao's face, she still has to give it!

Fang Di glanced to the left side of the classroom, Xiao Lingzi was sitting upright, not to mention himself who had math scores and occasionally passed.

She's very clear.

Zhao Yun looked around, slowly sat up straight, glanced at the back wall of the classroom, there was still half a minute to class, smiled, and looked at the algebra book in front of him, "Okay, everyone, please turn the textbook to the 19th side, what we have to learn today is ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he swept to the front door of the classroom with a figure flashing to the front door.

Zhao Yun smiled slightly, when he entered the door just now, he forgot to close the door.

That's a good student!

Zhao Yun glanced at the figure at the front door of the classroom and continued, "What we are going to learn today is ......"

Well? What's the situation?

The eyes that looked at her turned to the right.

It's just a closed door, and yes, is it so attention-grabbing?

Zhao Yun swept around, and the little expression on his face actually flashed a trace of surprise?

Closing the door to keep warm, is it worth so excited?

The world of young people, she doesn't understand it again?

What do you want her to do?

Su Keke closed the door, is it so high-profile?

Or did Li Mengmeng bring makeup and close the door on a whim?

Zhao Yun tilted his head slightly, looked at the figure at the front door of the classroom, and was stunned for a moment.

Who is this?

It's not Su Keke, it's not Li Mengmeng, who loves makeup, a handsome young smiling face hit the sight, the smile was warm and fleeting, making people forget the rain outside the window, thinking that it was a sunny day in spring......

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