Saturday, Christmas Eve, 2011.

Ma Li stood on the balcony of the twenty-story building, looking at the street downstairs with a telescope. There is a lively atmosphere everywhere, flashing colorful Christmas trees, and the post-90s young couples snuggle up. He noticed a strange man, wearing a leather jacket and hood alone, like a professional killer coming to his apartment.

The bell rang for the gatekeeper, and he returned to the door to look at the visual system, and sure enough, it was the mysterious man. Twenty floors away, the other party lowered his tight hood, revealing a sixteen-year-old face.

"Is that you?"

"Horsepower, I'm affirming."

He was the boy named Si Wang.

"How did you find here?"

"I have your phone number and license plate number, and it's easy to find you."

"You know I'm at home?"

"Feeling."

Ma Li reluctantly opened the curfew, and did not go out for many days, wearing casual home clothes, his beard and stubble crawled all over his cheeks, and a few gray hairs appeared on his head early. Despite this, he is the type of uncle who can make Loli crazy, as long as he goes to a KTV like Haoledi, he will definitely be able to ask for a few strings of young girls' phone numbers.

Half a minute later, Si Wang walked into his door.

“Happy christmas！”

The boy spoke fluently in foreign language.

Ma Li nodded blankly, he rummaged through the shoe cabinet for a long time, and threw Si Wang a pair of plush slippers. Si Wang noticed that he had children's shoes at home: "Are you married?" ”

"Divorced."

He replied lightly, and walked into the spacious living room, with shiny teak floors underfoot, wine cabinets decorated with expensive blue and white porcelain, and sofas all made of leather.

"How old is the child?"

"Four." He took out a picture of the child from the TV, "Daughter, follow her mother, in Guangzhou." ”

"Do you miss her?"

"I'm used to it, my daughter comes back once a month, it's just a little strange." Malay poured him a glass of milk, "Why did you remember coming to me tonight?" ”

"There are two reasons: first, I'm back at Nanming High School; Second, I think you have a lot to hide from me. ”

"You get out." Ma Li snatched the cup back from his hand and pushed the tall and thin Si Wang to the door, "I'm so dizzy! You're not a teacher at all, you're just a mentally ill high school student, and I'm still putting you at home! ”

The boy stood in the doorway, reluctant to leave.

"I'm sorry, I've done enough for you! I'm going to call security! ”

"You forgot on the windowsill of the dormitory, the 'Dead Poets Society' you carved with a compass?" Si Wang returned to the living room, sat on the sofa and closed his eyes and chanted, "Some people say that once a word is spoken, it is also / dead." / But I say that its life / began / from that day. ”

"I don't remember."

"American poetess Emily Dickinson, I recited in the library of Nanming High School, almost seventeen years ago tonight, in addition to you, Liu Man and Ouyang Xiaozhi were present."

Ma Li just wanted to say something, but he wanted to say nothing. He pulled a can of beer out of the fridge and opened it and took a big sip of it himself. The lips are full of foam, and it looks very manly.

"Thank you for not driving me away."

The young man put on a weak and pitiful look, and it didn't seem to be pretending.

"Is the inscription on the windowsill still there?"

"Yes."

"It's a miracle."

"Now, my homeroom teacher is *Song."

"Him?" Mali shook his head and took another big sip of beer, "I didn't expect that." ”

"Someone said - he killed me!"

"Impossible."

"Then do you know who killed me?"

He grabbed his hair vigorously and said to himself, "Dizzy, am I dreaming?" How did you come across Mr. Shin's ghost? ”

"Think of it as a dream."

Ma Li pushed Si Wang away, jumped up from the sofa, opened the window, and looked at the gorgeous river view on Christmas Eve. He took out a pack of cigarettes, a little fireworks lit up in his mouth, and the blue smoke was quickly swept away by the cold wind: "Children, do you have schizophrenia?" Or is it delusional that a ghost is lying on your shoulder? Let me tell you, everything you just said is a fantasy, and there is nothing at all! There is no pine, no Liu Man, and no Ouyang Xiaozhi! ”

He regained his indifferent face, and the cigarette butt was about to burn out in the blink of an eye, and he threw it directly out of the twentieth floor window.

"I'm not a child, I'm your high school homeroom teacher and Chinese teacher, and I'm affirming that if I'm still alive, I'll be forty-one years old this year."

"It's too cold!"

Mali's lips turned purple again, and he casually closed the window.

"You said Ouyang Xiaozhi was fantasized by me? I can see her every day now, if you'd like to go back to Nanming High School. ”

"No, I never want to go back!"

"Ouyang Xiaozhi is now my first-year high school Chinese teacher."

"How could she be a teacher? Why do you want to go back to Nanming High School? ”

"I just came back this year — I don't know why."

"Twigs don't know you're affirming?" Ma Li then changed his tone, "I don't know if you claim to be a statement?" ”

"I haven't said it yet...... Maybe I'll tell her soon. ”

Si Wang walked a few steps in the living room and saw a luxurious home theater system, as well as a beautiful CD holder, and the limited edition "Farewell My Concubine" DVD sleeve was exposed: "Are you still watching this?" ”

"Oh...... I just took it out in the morning, and I wanted to see it at night when I was bored. ”

Ma Li remembers that in 1994, the school organized everyone to go to the cinema to watch this movie, and after coming out, Mr. Shen shed tears.

"I'd like to see it again."

Feeling like a coquette, he obediently took out the disc and put it into the DVD machine to play it. Two people sat in front of the sofa and turned off the lights to watch the home theater. The gymnasium appeared on the projection screen, and the overlord and Yu Ji entered hand in hand......

After 160 minutes, he was taken off the elevator to the garage on the B2 floor, still in the black Porsche Cayenne.

On the way home, passing the Wuning Road Bridge over the Suzhou Creek, Si Wang suddenly shouted: "Stop!" ”

"You can't stop here!"

"Stop!"

Ma Li was the most obedient to the teacher, and stepped on the brakes and stopped by the bridge railing.

"Thank you." Si Wang opened the car door and jumped down, waving his hand, "Goodbye!" ”

"Are you alright?"

He lowered the window and asked, and the young man smiled under the bridge lamp: "Don't worry! I'm not going to jump into the river! Hurry up and go back. ”

The Porsche Cayenne in the dark night was far away, and there was only speeding traffic on the bridge, and when there was no more than half a figure, Si Wang lay on the cold railing, looked at the still water and deep Suzhou River, and roared hoarsely......