2011, late spring.

Nanming Senior High School, as in the past, has not changed much, except for many high-rise buildings rising around it, and the originally open and desolate skyline has become abrupt and chaotic.

She checked in to the door room and walked through the familiar large playground. Summer vacation is approaching, and the high school students are packing up and going home, and every time they pass by her, they turn their heads to pay attention. Her face was white, wearing a white dress as always, slightly like the bangs of the ancients, and her dark and translucent Danfeng eyes looked like a little dragon girl in the ancient tomb sect, and she couldn't tell her real age at all.

There are rows of fence walls in the corners of the playground, still full of scarlet roses. A few red roses stick out from behind her black hair, petals falling onto her face, like a red, black and white watercolor painting. She plucked a few pieces, crumpled them into a ball of blood, and trampled them in the dirt beneath her feet.

"Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant."

Softly pronounced this word, naturally remembering today, sixteen years ago-

On June 19, 1995, during the rainy season, there was always a torrential rain in the afternoon, and she was in the third (2) class of high school, wandering on the edge of the playground, and unexpectedly saw the depressed teacher Shen Ming. She approached him from behind the fence and whispered under the cover of a few roses, "Teacher Shen." ”

The man, who had just lost everything, looked at her with a complicated expression, but took half a step back.

"Don't talk to me, and don't come near me." Shen Ming tried not to look her in the eye, "I'm not a teacher anymore." ”

"I heard that you won't be in our school tomorrow, when will you leave?"

"Tonight, eight o'clock."

What did he seem to remember? In hindsight, it was probably the murderous plan that night.

"Could it be a little later? At ten o'clock in the evening, I will wait for you in the witch area. ”

"Witch Zone?" He looked at the petals at his feet, which were rapidly rotting into mud, "Is there anything important?" ”

"I have something I want to tell you, I'm afraid it's not convenient during the day."

She said as she looked around so that no one would notice her, why ten o'clock? Because you have to climb over the school wall, there is a section of the wall that is low and easy to climb over, and you are afraid of being seen early.

"Well, I promise you, it just so happens that I have something to say to you."

At the age of eighteen, she hid in the depths of the flowers, brushed the hair from her eyebrows and said, "See you at the door of the witch's district at ten o'clock!" ”

It was the last time she saw Shen.

Her name is Ouyang Xiaozhi.

He went.

Then, he died.

Sixteen years later, she is still standing in this place, and does he have an afterlife or a ghost?

Ouyang Xiaozhi cut his hair, walked into the unchanged teaching building, stepped up the stairs to the top floor, and knocked on the office door.

"Please come in."

She walked into the room dignified and recognized the face behind the desk.

This face belongs to the most famous teacher of Nanming High School, and is also a well-known special mathematics teacher in the city.

"Teacher Zhang, hello, I'm Ouyang Xiaozhi, and I'm here to report to the school today."

"Oh, Teacher Ouyang, welcome to Nanming Senior High School to teach, I have received the materials sent by the Education Committee."

"Thank you!" She nodded to Teacher Zhang deciously and looked back at the multi-purpose building across the window, "It feels good to be a teacher at my alma mater!" ”

"You graduated in 1995, I should remember you, it seems that you haven't changed for so many years."

* Song is also very tone-like, well-maintained over the years, does not look old, and there is a huge bookshelf behind it. Sixteen years ago, on the eve of the college entrance examination, this face left a deep impression, many students came to him to make up for classes, and under his guidance and training, many science champions were produced.

"Teachers have always been my idol, when I was studying at Nanming High School, I had this dream, and sure enough, I was admitted to the Chinese major of Normal University. After graduating, I volunteered to teach high school Chinese in Xihaigu, one of the most arid and impoverished villages, for six years. He came back and taught at a high school in the city for six years—twelve years later. ”

"What an admirable! Teacher Ouyang, I have checked your file in our school, and your homeroom teacher was Teacher Shen Ming at that time. ”

His voice suddenly darkened, and Twig frowned: "Yes, it's a pity that he ended up leaving us in that way, but killing people is obviously extremely wrong. ”

"Forget it, the past is unbearable, I'll take you to the administrative office to go through the formalities."

Half an hour later, Ouyang Xiaozhi completed the entry procedures and is about to become a Chinese teacher at Nanming Senior High School.

* Matsu was a little cold, just politely waved goodbye, turned around and never said a word again.

She walked out of the school gate alone, crossed the busy Nanming Road, and did not leave for a long time, closing her eyes and thinking back to more than 20 years ago...... The buildings behind it collapsed, and the reinforced concrete and bricks flew into the sky, like an apocalyptic nuclear war, and after the sky was covered with dust and dirt, it became a large filthy and dilapidated shantytown.

It was June 1988, shortly after she first met Shen Ming.

Fire.

From the most inconspicuous match, like the match lit by Hans Christian Andersen's little girl, it turned into a flame like burning paper money, and as black smoke and ashes rose, it turned into a vicious and burning tongue of fire, devouring everything it hit.

In just a few minutes, the fire spread uncontrollably, and the flames were overwhelming, illuminating the night in this wilderness as if it were day.

Coughing, cries for help, running for life, cursing, screaming, crying, and crackling like firecrackers......

The little girl was only eleven years old, and deadly gases kept pouring into her trachea, and she thought that everyone was burned to death, but she didn't expect to be choked to death first. She instinctively resisted the suffocating smoke, coughing and fleeing, her nose filled with the smell of burnt flesh, and her face was full of tears, half smoked, half out of deep guilt and remorse.

She was about to lose consciousness with the burning garbage all around, the shacks made of wooden planks and waste paper were just scratching away, and the smell of burning old tires was disgusting...... The man reappeared.

He came, like a flame, through a flame, with a flame, to the little girl, and held her tightly to his chest, through more flames.

She rested her head on his chest, touching his flaming body and heartbeat, longing to be melted by the flames together.

Finally, he carried her and burst out of the flames.

When I opened my eyes blurred by tears and smoke, I saw the night sky illuminated by firelight, and the stars were still bright and beautiful even the moonlight.

The little girl took a deep breath to dispel the poisonous gas and ashes from the lobes of her lungs, as well as the heavy smell of sweat and burning.

She recognized him, the boy who had saved her in the underground warehouse of the Witch District.

"We're alive."

Eighteen-year-old Shen Ming whispered in her ear as she looked at his blackened face, slightly burned cheeks and scalp, and struggled to make a sound: "Brother, I didn't mean to. ”

I could still feel his heartbeat speeding up again, but he shook his head sadly and said, "Remember - don't say anything!" ”

Since then, more than 20 years have passed, and she has never mentioned half a word about this matter.

their secrets.

On June 19, 2011, it was almost dusk, and Ouyang Xiaozhi returned to this land of flames. Behind it is a brand-new real estate, opposite the gate of Nanming Senior High School, and a few hundred meters away is the witch area.

As she was about to walk to the bus stop, she saw a teenager from a distance, not like a student at Nanming High School.

The face was somewhat familiar, until she remembered the Midyear Festival two years ago.