"The teacher is gone."

"The teacher isn't there?" Xie Qiang's heart moved: "Isn't Teacher Zhang Ye here?" ”

"The teacher is gone, Teacher Zhangye is gone."

There was a repeated answer behind him, and his tone was full of sadness, and Xie Qiang could feel the student's attachment to the teacher.

deliberately turned around, and the girl behind her disappeared as if she had just disappeared.

At this time, Xie Qiang searched for many books, and he wanted to find Zhou Zhihan's book and communicate with Zhou Zhihan in this way.

I searched for books one by one, and the books here contained textbooks for various subjects and many study materials, and it seemed that all the books of everyone in the class were stacked here.

I searched for many duplicate names, but I didn't see what I was looking for.

While Xie Qiang was concentrating on searching, a book was handed to him.

"Are you looking for my book?"

Turning his head to look, with the help of the afterglow of the flashlight, he could see two familiar names on the page: Zhou Zhihan.

Xie Qiang, who was squatting, didn't stand up, let alone reach out to pick up the book, and then replied stupidly: Yes.

Now his mind is spinning fast, and drawing weird paintings shows that Zhou Zhihan is different from other students.

While it is not known what she went through, it is certain that she does not mind killing people.

Thinking about it, Xie Qiang simply put on a smile: "Is it Zhou Zhihan?" ”

There was no answer behind him, Xie Qiang continued: "I am a friend of Cai Han. He asked me to come. ”

Xie Qiang is gambling, betting that Zhou Zhihan remembers this name.

Maybe she really remembered the name, Zhou Zhihan didn't make a fuss, and took the book back with her hand.

Xie Qiang lowered his head, and he could see the long white dress dragged to the ground next to him.

After a long time, Zhou Zhihan's voice came from behind him: "What are you doing here?" ”

Xie Qiang was secretly happy in his heart, Zhou Zhihan had accepted his identity, and the answer behind him was very important.

"Cai Han likes you, he has been looking for you for a long time."

"Find me ......."

"Hmm." Xie Qiang nodded solemnly.

"Does he remember me?"

Behind him, there was a muffled cry, without any sense of beauty, as if it was a high-pitched animal whispering, and the human scalp tingled when he heard it.

"Ugh."

A long sigh appeared behind Xie Qiang, and then a mellow male voice sounded: "Zhou Zhihan, give up." ”

The voice made Zhou Zhihan's crying stop abruptly, and a chill appeared on Xie Qiang's side: "No, no, teacher, I won't give up, never." ”

"Alas"

A mellow voice sighed: "Stand up, your feet can't stand it." ”

Xie Qiang stood up slowly, his feet were numb, and he could only stand holding on to the book: "Can I turn back?" Mr. Zhang. ”

"Hmm."

Slowly turning around, what appeared in front of Xie Qiang was a handsome man, giving people a strong bookish atmosphere, as if he had been edified by history, and a pair of beautiful eyes were full of expressions that Xie Qiang had never seen.

Regret, sadness, love, at this moment, he felt that he was crazy, how could he see so many emotions.

"You're a friend of Cai Han, I know him?"

Obviously, he had never seen any ghosts in his memory, but Xie Qiang didn't feel any fear, he nodded: "Brother Cai has always wanted to find Zhou Zhihan. ”

Zhang Ye let out a light "oh": "You came here just to find Zhou Zhihan?" ”

There was a hint of clarity in his eyes, and he looked at Xie Qiang, as if he had insight into everything.

"No, Brother Cai, and I still want to know the truth at that time, I believe that Teacher Zhang will not kill his students"

"yes, I won't hurt them."

There was pain in his voice, thinking that he would open Zhang Ye's conversation box and let him tell him the truth of the matter, but he didn't expect that a sentence would make him fall into memories, and his face was mixed with pain and happiness.

Xie Qiang didn't bother, and stood silently to the side until Zhang Ye nodded with an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, when people get old, it's always easy to fall into memories."

Xie Qiang nodded, did not speak, but looked at Zhang Ye with an inquiring gaze.

Finally, Zhang Ye slowly spoke: "I have to die, and there is a reason why I have to die." ”

The first sentence made Xie Qiang stunned, opened his mouth, and finally endured it, waiting for Zhang Ye's next words.

With a long sigh, Zhang Ye slowly spoke.

And the veil of the small canteen was slowly lifted at this moment.

Zhang Ye, a scholar, has been studying postdoc, but he has made a surprising choice about his career.

He chose to become a teacher and joined the newly established branch campus of Lantian College.

At that time, Zhou Zhihan was the first class he led after becoming a teacher.

The shy Zhang Ye met excellent students, although there will still be things that make him stunned, but he slowly won the respect of the students with his charm, carefulness, and responsibility.

Zhang Ye, who treats all students as his family, encounters a headache for him.

One day after class, he received a beautifully packaged love letter in the lesson plan.

In the love letter, every word is full of the girl's longing for love.

Although he deliberately covered it up, Zhang Ye still knew the girl's identity from the handwriting.

Zhang Ye did not make a noise, but quietly put the love letter into the girl's textbook, he hoped to let the girl know his refusal in this way.

But what he didn't expect was that everything he did was seen by another pair of eyes.

When he was gone, a figure stepped out of the corner of the wall and took out the love letter from his textbook. After a quick browsing, he looked at the direction where Zhang Ye disappeared, revealing a resentful gaze.

It was Zhou Zhihan who sent the letter, she was worried at that time, she thought of the teacher's refusal, and even blame, but she didn't expect that Zhang Ye behaved very normally, as if nothing had happened.

And her apprehension, Zhang Ye also saw it in his eyes, he mistakenly understood it as worry, for the sake of Zhou Zhihan, an excellent student, Zhang Ye After thinking, Zhou Zhihan was selected as the class leader.

Zhang Ye believes that this can make Zhou Zhihan see what she values and see that she doesn't mean to blame her, so she can devote herself to learning.

The title of squad leader gave Zhou Zhihan a wrong understanding.

In her opinion, the teacher did not reply to the letter, just because he was afraid of the identity of the teacher and student, and let her be the class leader, which was showing his heart.

With a beautiful vision of love, Zhou Zhihan quickly integrated into the role of class president, and worked very hard, and was quickly recognized by her classmates.

Zhou Zhihan's efforts also made Zhang Ye mistakenly think that his hard work was not in vain.

Time passed gradually in the tacit understanding between the two of them.

Soon after, the school added a burden to Zhang Ye, who had achieved outstanding results, and he became the youngest associate professor.

Zhang Ye, who was happy to be recognized by others, didn't notice that there was a pair of resentful eyes that kept looking at him, like a vicious dog looking for a target.

Finally, one day, it happened.

Because of the malicious instigation of the owner of the resentful eyes, the students in the class had the largest group fight with the students of other departments since the establishment of the school.

The school tried its best to suppress the spread of the incident for the sake of its own reputation, but the attitude towards the student who caused the incident was very resolute, that is, expulsion.

As a teacher, Zhang Ye went to intercede, only to learn that it was because of himself that caused the brawl.

While feeling guilty, Zhang Ye became more determined to keep the student, and the student was saved, but he lost his job.

There is no impermeable wall in the world, and the student's deliberate design to retaliate against the teacher was still exposed, and the student couldn't stand the gaze around him, so he left a suicide note, which disappeared from people's sight.