Tang Yao's current homeroom teacher is the head of their grade, and he is a stubborn faction who is invulnerable to both hard and soft use. If it is because of age that Tang Yao's homeroom teacher is not as democratic and open as the homeroom teacher of Class 1 of the first year of high school, then how can the gap between Teacher Hou and Lao Yu be so big.

When Tang Yao met Lao Yu, Lao Yu was already middle-aged, and his hair was beginning to show signs of baldness, Tang Yao could only imagine from Lao Yu's vicissitudes of appearance: imagine that Lao Yu's thin waist when he was young looked a little weak and indistinguishable, but it was full of the unique beauty of Xiao Su of Jiangnan men; Imagine Lao Yu standing on the stone bridge in the town in green clothes, with his hands behind his back, looking down at the gurgling water, what kind of person will be at that scene, "Joy is like nine springs, and the rock is like autumn frost".

Lao Yu is a Chinese teacher, so he has a literary atmosphere all over his body, even if he has been contaminated with some oil and salt over the years, he still can't cover the frank breath that slowly overflows.

Lao Yu prefers students with quiet temperaments. There is no such thing as "reluctantly" in his world, and he will never instill the same ideas in every student. In Lao Yu's world, every student is unique and irreplaceable, just like Li Bai's poem wrote, "I am born to be useful." Lao Yu also liked the freedom and freedom of "cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for fun, and you will have to drink three hundred cups", and when he was young, he also longed for "a song with Jun, please listen to it for me", so Lao Yu rarely has a strict time, most of the time he plays the role of a listener, and talks to his students about the time in life to be happy, but when it is not to the end, I hope that the students can listen to what he says, know what he is anxious about, abandon everything, and devote themselves to learning.

Teacher Hou's style is diametrically opposed to Lao Yu's. In Tang Yao's impression, Tang Yao rarely called Lao Yu "Teacher Yu" in a righteous and tight manner, many times Tang Yao blurted out "Lao Yu", and Teacher Yu was not angry when he heard it, let alone corrected, as if he himself didn't like the identity of a teacher, and wanted to get rid of the shackles of the world and call the students friends. Teacher Hou is different, he respects the teacher more than anyone else, so he can't tolerate disrespect in the title.

Tang Yao's classmates secretly fell in love when they were in junior high school, just like the one between Jinli and Mu Sisi, Lao Yu did not talk to Mu Sisi once, but asked Tang Yao to come forward to persuade him. Lao Yu's way was tactful and subtle, that is, he took into account the thin noodles of the girl, and did not set off any ripples among his classmates. Everyone will be able to see each other in the future, and they will be classmates when they see each other.

But the teacher chose a time for the whole grade to study in the class, and only called the girls out of the ranks, regardless of whether the girl was in his own class or not, in front of the teachers in the whole office, he bombarded the girls, what late at night did not return, humiliated innocence, what etiquette and shame, clean and self-love, what uninhibited, heaven does not tolerate. Anyway, all the bad words are used, which makes the girl feel dark and embarrassed in an instant. What love, what is splendid, you can ignore it at this moment. He even slandered "love is stronger than gold", and asked the girl in a mocking tone, when she was scolded by the teacher in the office, where was her Mr Right? The so-called love is really fragile and not worth attachment.

The first purest form of love is like the first rays of sunlight shining through the thin clouds just after five o'clock in the morning, you can look up at it without any scruples, and accept it with your enthusiasm, without thinking or worrying.

Life is only once, only once, we don't have to think about the right person, don't consider the worldly livelihood, only care about you waiting for me under the wisteria trellis, only care about the red maple leaves I picked up in your textbooks, and only care about your reluctance to use the blue-black pen I gave you.

How could Mr. Hou shatter his dreams so simply and rudely, and destroy the soul of a trace of attachment and longing!