Two, zero, two.

In the coldest January, the pipeline project on Nanming Road was protracted, and everyone knew that it was boring, and students and teachers complained. Ouyang Xiaozhi took the subway to class, and when she got out of the station, she was almost late, and someone rushed to get into a black car, she rushed over and waved her hand and said, "Wait for me!" ”

The car door opened, revealing the face of a teenager - Si Wang of the first (2) class of Nanming Middle School.

Xiaozhi sat in and smiled awkwardly: "Si Wang, I'm so embarrassed!" ”

The black car drove across the almost icy Nanming Road, Xiaozhi was so cold that he kept rubbing his hands, and the young man said to the driver in front, "Can you turn on the air conditioner?" ”

"It's only been a few minutes, huh? The air conditioning arrived before it was hot. ”

"Forget it, I can hold back." Twig's face turned even paler, and the heat in his mouth reached him, as well as the fragrance in her hair, "Thank you!" ”

When he got off the bus, Xiaozhi whispered in his ear: "It's not a good thing to be late, don't tell other students!" ”

Teacher An was waiting for her at the school gate, this political teacher was not married, but he looked like a talent, and shouted numbly: "Xiaozhi." ”

She was embarrassed to be called like this, and others, whether teachers or classmates, called her Teacher Ouyang, as if the word "Xiaozhi" was an exclusive noun buried in high school.

"Good morning, Mr. Ann."

"Have you had breakfast?"

It turned out that he had prepared a morning snack.

"Oh, thank you, I'm a little hungry."

She took Teacher An's breakfast snack, and the two walked into the school gate side by side, while Si Wang stood outside blowing a cold wind below zero degrees Celsius.

Xiaozhi turned around and said loudly: "Si Wang, come in, don't be late for class!" ”

Teacher An likes Ouyang Xiaozhi, almost the whole school knows that the male teachers are naturally jealous, but the female teachers express their blessings, after all, she just looks young, but in fact, the thirty-five-year-old leftover girl is difficult to find a home. His family conditions are also good, he lives in a high-end community near Nanming Road, and is said to be related to the principal.

The first period was a political class, and Mr. An noticed that Si Wang was deserting and suddenly asked him to get up and answer the question. The students were about to see his joke, but they didn't expect Si Wang's answer to be unusually fluent, accurately stating the similarities and differences between Marx and Hegel, and talking about Spinoza's monism and Kant's proposition of "what is man". Teacher An was dumbfounded, he couldn't answer this question, so he could only say in a weird way: "Si Wang, you love to read extracurricular books." ”

In the afternoon, although the final exam was approaching, the literature club of Nanming Middle School continued to be active as usual, and Ouyang Xiaozhi was the instructor.

In 1995, the instructor of the Literature Club was Shen Ming, and once he took out a book of Li Qingzhao's poetry appreciation, saying that he knew that she liked Yi'an Ci very much, so he bought this hardcover book and gave it to her - this was the first gift Xiaozhi received from him.

"Si Wang, are you wandering? Don't be nervous, we're a literature club, not a class. I heard from my classmates that you can recite a lot of classical poems, but what about Li Qingzhao? ”

"The courtyard is deep and deep, the cloud window fog pavilion is often open, the willow and plum calyx are gradually distinct, the spring returns to the Moling tree, and the old people build a healthy city. How many things are there to feel the moon and the wind, now that I am old and unsuccessful, who is haggard and more withered, it is meaningless to try the lights, and I am not in the mood to step on the snow. ”

Si Wang didn't pause, and directly memorized the song "Linjiang Immortal", and the students were so surprised that they turned their heads and ears.

"Good ......" Xiaozhi subconsciously flipped through the book, she couldn't memorize all the words, and nodded intuitively in praise, "It's amazing!" ”

After the end of the literary club activities, Si Wang just jumped out of the classroom, and she called out from behind: "Si Wang, wait for me." ”

Twigs followed him into the playground, where there was a thick frost on the ground, and there was no figure around. He had nothing to say in front of the female teacher, and hurried away with his head down. She couldn't keep up, and said angrily: "Where are you going?" ”

When I stopped, it was already the corner of the playground, and the row of flower walls that were once full of roses had long been depressed.

"Si Wang, you are such a strange student."

Both teachers and classmates say so. The first half of the first semester of high school is almost over, and he still doesn't fit in with his classmates, and he has nothing to say to his fellow dormitories. It is said that a girl has texted him inviting him to go out to a movie on the weekend, but he never responds.

"Answer me a few questions – what is your father's profession?"

"He? It's just an ordinary person, with no culture, and he travels outside all year round. ”

"Where's your mother?"

"I opened a small bookstore."

"No wonder, you've read a lot of books since you were a child."

"It's the kind of very small bookstore, just across the street from my former junior high school, selling comics, novels, teaching materials, and so on."

He finally became articulate.

"Si Wang, I mean, your classical literature skills are very solid, I think you have a family history."

"Nope." He spread his hands, "Not at all!" ”

"I'm sorry, I'm just very curious about you."

Xiaozhi has reason to be curious, the poem "The courtyard is a little deep" by Li Qingzhao just now, and Shen Ming also recited it in front of her back then.

Walking to the school gate, it was dark early in winter, and it was dark at five o'clock. Another cold wind blew, and snowflakes fell all over the sky, she waved her hand and said, "Si Wang, go back quickly, the teacher is coming home from work." ”

It just so happened that Teacher An appeared at the door and leaned over to talk to Xiaozhi, and Si Wang silently retreated to the back.

"Twig, have you thought about it?"

"I'm sorry, I want to go home early tonight, and we'll have a chance to eat together later."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I've already ordered that Japanese restaurant."

Teacher An's expression was quite disappointed, and he looked around again, probably wanting to see if anyone was coming to pick up the twigs.

As a result, he saw Si Wang.

It was too dark to see his expression clearly, and it could be imagined that it was the same as the political class in the morning, but he smiled at Xiaozhi and said, "It's okay, Xiaozhi, then you should be careful on the way home!" Good bye. ”

The west wind intensified, the snow became thicker, and the twig raised his collar to tuck his long hair in, and stood on the side of the road trembling.

A red Elantra pulled up in front of her, and the window rolled down to the driver of the black car, beckoning, "Come on!" ”

Xiaozhi was about to open the car door, but Si Wang grabbed her arm, and she turned back in surprise: "What's wrong?" ”

"Don't go up!"

"Si Wang, why?"

She was completely blinded, and she didn't expect that he, who had always been shy, would simply and rudely grab her arm.

"Intuition – there's something wrong!"

Looking at the driver again, he also looked innocent. Just when a teacher came out and wanted to take the black car, Xiaozhi took a step back awkwardly, let the car door out and said, "Teacher Wang, you can go first." ”

"Thank you."

When the teacher got into the car, he looked at Twig with a strange look - her hand was still being grabbed by the male student.

The black car disappeared in smoke, and she and Si Wang stayed in the wind and snow.

"I'm sorry."

Only then did he let go of his hand, and Xiaozhi immediately hugged his shoulders tightly and said coldly, "Do you want to do it?" ”

"Don't you think there's something wrong with that driver?"

"Well, it's not good to take a black car, it is illegal, it disrupts the market, and it is dangerous, I have not fulfilled my duty as a teacher, I promise you, I will never take a black car again." Xiaozhi rubbed his arm, "It hurts me so much." ”

"I ......"

"Forget it, I don't blame you, I won't be allowed to do this in the future." Xiao Zhi let out a big white gas, "But, Si Wang, thank you very much for caring about me!" ”

She stood on the side of the dirty road, and there was no shadow of half a car in front of her: "Forget it, I'd better go to the subway station, goodbye!" ”

The muddy road surface fell in the dark night, and there were construction machinery excavating the road. As soon as she took a few steps, Si Wang rushed to her side: "I'll send you over." ”

"No, you should hurry back to school, otherwise the food in the cafeteria will be cold."

"The security around here is not very good, I don't feel at ease to let you go alone."

She was a little embarrassed to say this, and she couldn't refuse the student's kindness: "This ...... All right! ”

The night is dark, and Nanming Road is long gone. Si Wang didn't say a word, even the flying snow kept hitting his eyes, gradually blurring his vision, but fortunately, there were still street lights on, casting the shadows of the two people on the white snow.

Passing through the path leading to the Witch Quarter, sandwiched between two buildings under construction, winds its way to the corner of an abandoned factory. Ouyang Xiaozhi stopped, and he could almost see the remaining chimneys. Suddenly, it was no longer possible to take even a single step inward.

"What are you looking at?"

"Oh...... It's okay! ”

"I heard - there's a place there called the Witch Zone."

This was the first time Si Wang said these three words to her, and the face of the twig changed from pink like a frozen radish to a snow-white like a dead man.

"You?" She quickly adjusted her expression, "Did you hear it from an upperclassman?" ”

"In 1995, there was a male teacher who died in this witch district on the eve of the college entrance examination."

Not daring to face his gaze, she turned her head to look at Nanming Lu and said: "In 1995, I was also studying at Nanming High School, and I took the college entrance examination that year - the teacher you are talking about is my homeroom teacher." ”

"You've been there too?"

"It's better not to ask this question! He was killed. ”

"Who's the murderer?"

"I don't know, I heard that the case hasn't been solved yet, so-Si Wang, please don't mention this place again, let alone walk into this path, I'm for your safety, you know?"

She continued to walk forward, never looking back, Si Wang followed beside her, and her nose was blown by the wind.

"Go back, don't catch a cold."

"It's okay, I'll take you to the subway station."

"Si Wang, let me ask you a question - why don't you call me Teacher Ouyang, you just say 'you' every time, it doesn't sound polite."

"I'm sorry, Twig."

Small...... Branch......

"I'm the one who should say I'm sorry! You are a special child, and your natural way of expression and communication is different from that of ordinary people, how can I force you to speak according to our habits? Maybe in your eyes, the so-called 'respect for teachers' is hypocritical red tape. ”

When the subway station arrived, a thin layer of snow had accumulated on the ground, and the boy waved his hand and said, "Be careful on the road!" ”

"Thank you, Si Wang!"

Since Si Wang didn't call her "teacher", she also deleted "classmate".