When it came back to Nantian, the interior of Guangzhou was so damp that it looked like it had been soaked in water. The stairs of the school building were covered with dirty shoe prints, and the walls were soaked with water, as if the whole wall was crying.

The weather is still gloomy. There was a haze and fog floating high in the sky, and not a single cloud could be seen.

It seems that the whole of Guangzhou has been slapped with a layer of cold color filter.

In such weather, no matter how good the mood is, you can't help but be infected by the scenery and add a bit of gloom.

People can't wait to close the doors and windows, huddle in the house all day and do nothing - whether it is a teacher or a student, walking on the school road and corridor, there is a feeling of "rain in the Qingming season, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls".

But there are always some people who are set in stone. Even in such bad weather, they showed no dissatisfaction.

Because this kind of person has always had no expression on weekdays.

For example, Shi Zuocai.

And how to meet.

It was during the lunch break when students swarmed out of the classrooms, squeezing the cafeteria like a full canned sardine.

He Yu shook his head, silently picked up the blackboard eraser on the ground, wiped off the colorful board books on the blackboard, sandwiched the textbooks under his flank, and walked towards the office with an expressionless face.

He never crowded the cafeteria, even though there were windows for teachers. In the past, he would wake up half an hour early to prepare two breakfasts and bring a bento box for lunch. But this habit also fell into disuse a year and a half ago.

Skipping lunch means that he has more meaningless time than anyone else.

But this period of leisure itself is also meaningless, he has no hobbies of his own, and there are only endless obligations.

I went up to the teacher's office on the fourth floor, and there were very few people in it. He Yu sat in his place and glanced at his watch:

12:06 p.m.

There is still half an hour left.

He took off his glasses and rubbed the corners of his dry eyes. When I put it back on, a person appeared in my sight.

He recognized it as a new trainee teacher, who had just graduated from college and was named Zhang Wenjing.

"Is there something wrong? Teacher Zhang. ”

Zhang Wenjing put her hands behind her back, her expression flickered a little, and she pursed her lips with a twist.

"That...... Mr. He, I'm really sorry. ”

"I heard about you from other teachers, the box of chocolates...... It's me who didn't think it through......"

She bowed deeply to He Yu.

He Yu was stunned, and he could see that he was a little overwhelmed.

"Nothing."

"Otherwise, I'll send you something else to eat, right?" Zhang Wenjing said, paused, and hurriedly added: "Everyone has a share in our level of teachers, don't think about it......"

Her fingers intertwined behind her clasped closer and closer, her nails white. What do you think? - she said to herself in the bottom of her heart.

She hadn't given gifts to other colleagues at all, and if Mr. He had known, she would have dug a hole and buried her head in it.

But there is nothing between her and He Yu, innocent, just giving gifts, it can't hint at anything, if you really ask, you should have a clear conscience-

Never mind.

She just had a guilty conscience.

Zhang Wenjing bit her lower lip, and her heart was numb.

He Yu in front of him still looked expressionless, like a stubborn big stone.

"Don't bother, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Wenjing was stunned. Even though she had prepared herself in her mind, had anticipated all the things that He Yu would perform, and had rehearsed what she was going to say when they met—she felt a little empty when it all went according to her expectations.

It seems that I am out of breath, and I must have been affected by this bad weather.

But it doesn't matter.

She had already expected He Yu to answer like this, and she also had a way to deal with it, she just needed to say it according to her own thoughts, and she could retain some decency.

"It's okay...... Then I won't bother you. I...... Go eat first. ”

He Yu nodded at her slowly and seriously:

"Thank you."

Zhang Wenjing took a step back, turned around jerkily, and faced the door of the office.

There was no one else in the office. Only the hum of the old style air conditioner. She didn't know if He Yu behind her was still looking at him, if so, it would make her feel a tingle in her back and make her feel embarrassed, but if not, what should she do?

She walked forward in a daze, countless disturbing thoughts drifting through her mind like snow in a raging wind.

What should I do?

She didn't know.

When she came back to her senses, she had inadvertently turned around.

"Mr. Ho."

Her eyes were closed, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. She didn't know what she was thinking, but her mouth was saying:

"I know I might be a bit nosy when I say that...... However, so much time has passed. You should live well...... I've heard from other teachers that you don't seem to have a habit of eating lunch...... And they're always asking you to do all sorts of things, the infirmary, the radio room...... But that's not your obligation. Do you feel happy just doing these things? ”

He Yu opened his mouth slightly, and his eyes were out of focus. But Zhang Wenjing didn't notice, she just clenched her fists and continued:

"I think people always have to come out of pain...... Two years ago, my grandmother also passed away...... I've also been sad for a long time...... But as long as people live, they have to go through this, and if they don't want to go back, they won't be happy in this life......"

"Mr. Ho...... I'm really sorry...... I may offend you by saying this, but every time I see you being asked to do this and that by other colleagues, I really feel uncomfortable in my heart......"

The more Zhang Wenjing spoke, the more excited she became, and her lips trembled uncontrollably.

"That's enough."

She closed her mouth in surprise and looked up, only to be even more surprised.

She clearly saw the emotional fluctuations on the face of He Yu, who was expressionless in the past.

She didn't know how to describe it, but—it was a very distinct expression of pain and sadness.

"I'm sorry. Sorry......"

He Yu said it over and over again.

"I don't have time...... I'm sorry. ”

He stiffly moved his steps, walked past Zhang Wenjing, and rushed out of the door.

Zhang Wenjing stood in place.

On the wall of the academic office, the clock is ticking.

12:17.

When I came to the radio studio, there were still ten minutes before the school played "Aria on the G String" for lunch break.

Operating a computer and broadcasting radio is what he does after work.

He had come earlier, but he had nothing to do.

He locked the door of the broadcast room and sat in front of the computer chair, stunned.

From the window of the broadcasting room, you can clearly see the scene of the Hinkatsu campus.

The eaves of the pavilion are dripping water.

The water dripped onto the puddles on the ground, creating ripples.

The puddle is like a mirror, reflecting the gray sky.

There are students who are fighting, their feet stepping on puddles, and splashing white flowers. The laughter drifted into the air intermittently, inaudible.

A dirty soccer ball rolled into the flower bed tremblingly.

The glow after the rain is not annoying. There's always the smell of dirt in the air, stray cats huddle under the eaves, and uneven school lanes spill from one end to the other—connected to lush green lawns.

In the grandstand of the playground, students in pairs held lunch boxes and watched others play. The clumsy boy took off his school uniform jacket and gave it to the girl next to him. Everything as far as the eye can see is filled with a gentle taste.

He remembered a girl telling him that even if the world itself had no color, it was beautiful.

He Yu exhaled softly.

He glanced down at his watch, and there were still 8 minutes left before "Aria on the G String" sounded.

He turned his head and glanced at the locked broadcast room.

Slowly reaching out and holding the mouse.

All that was left in the broadcast room was the sound of mouse buttons.

The students in the playground were still in a hurry, and when the radio sounded at 12:40 p.m., they had to go back to their classrooms for a lunch break.

But today's radio went on a little earlier than usual.

The sound of electricity came from the speakers in the distance, and the students subconsciously came from the broadcast room, gradually becoming clear.

“…… The sound of 939 music, as always, accompanies you through this wet winter. I'm Ashin, and I'm welcome. ”

"On this calm afternoon, we received a letter from an unknown gentleman. In the letter, he ordered a song for his lover......"

Chattering rang out all over the campus. Even the principal, who was resting in the principal's office, was alarmed, and he opened the window and listened in amazement to the sound of the campus radio echoing in the air.

Mr. Unknown said that in the rest of his life, he didn't know if he would be able to meet his lover again, but he would keep waiting. That's really an interesting story, isn't it? This lover seems to have a mysterious past, is it a long-distance relationship, or a foreign relationship? We don't know. However, this song was chosen very interestingly...... Because, in most people's understanding, it doesn't seem to be a love song. It's cold and elegant, like a black rose blooming alone in a colorful world......"

“…… So, let's calm down and listen to this first Leslie Cheung's ...... "Dreaming of the River". ”

Leslie Cheung's singing gradually sounded on campus.

[You made me so moved

But this is me

You have the potential to tease

How can you show it with your own hands

How to be embraced

I'm still useful with both hands

Give me a slap in the face

Why it doesn't hurt

I may be dreaming

A heartwarming gesture at the beginning

Use it as a breakup celebration

It makes me exhausted

……】

More and more people stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the nearby radio speakers.

The headmaster's face in the headmaster's office gradually turned pale.

Zhang Wenjing, who was squatting in the toilet cubicle and holding her legs, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and raised her head in surprise.

Security guards hurried into the school building, leaving a series of hurried footprints on the upper stairs.

The melody of the music gradually picks up.

"Leave me from that day

I made phosphorus fire early

The swan is with you on the lake

But why would you

Maybe one-handed

I'm afraid I won't be able to strangle me

To die

This moment is exactly that

Happy peaks

Please give me more

……】

He Yu's lips trembled slightly. The body was motionless, like a lifeless puppet. Only the gaze wanders along the scrolling lyrics.

[On the river

I'm on the river

Looking at the high tide along the coast

Save me

Warm me up for ten seconds

Summoning my resentment

Who is still on the river

It's like a dream

But there is no flyover

I can't cross these arms

will forget your magnificence

If there is a need for this

……】

"Has anyone told me what's going on?"

The headmaster's face turned pale, and he looked at the security guards who came in a hurry.

"We don't know...... The broadcasting room has always been managed by Mr. He Yu......"

"What's the matter? Why him? What about the other school workers? ”

"The computer teacher is not at school at noon, and the Wu school worker does not know how to use the computer......"

"What are you doing, stop that thing!"

The principal jumped like thunder and led the security guards to rush upstairs. Holding handrails up the circular staircase, they walked to the sound of the violin of "Dreaming of the River", like ants eager to cross the Möbius Ring.

[I almost don't know how to be moved.]

It's like dead

and his feet can shake

It shouldn't be so excited

Still able to cry

My eyes are still useful

Bite my hands

May this be painful

Say I'm not dreaming

Why are you so impulsive?

Take the wandering body and embrace

until the tendons are exhausted

……】

"Shi Zuocai, what's going on?"

Liu Yanwei blinked his eyes and stared straight at him in front of the window of the sports warehouse.

Shi Zuocai raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the radio speaker on the other side of the campus, with a look of surprise in his expression.

"Looks like you really didn't do it." Liu Yanshi pursed his lips, turned around, leaned against the wall, listened with his eyes closed for a while, and muttered softly:

"What's this song called? It's really weird, it sounds so calm, but ...... It seems to be so sad ......."

"Dreaming of the River." Shi Zuocai said lightly, paused, and read thoughtfully:

"The more self-denying people are, the easier it is to do unimaginable things......"

Liu Yanshi sighed listlessly: "It's just that I haven't seen you for one night, so I don't seem to know you anymore...... What the hell are you selling? And who is playing in the radio studio? ”

Shi Zuocai didn't speak. He glanced at Liu Yan quietly, and after a while, said:

"Someone you'll never guess."

"Leave me from that day

I made phosphorus fire early

The swan is with you on the lake

But why would you

Maybe one-handed

I'm afraid I won't be able to strangle me

To die

This moment is exactly that

Happy peaks

Please give me more

……】

A grumpy knock on the door rang out outside the radio room. Even the floor seemed to feel a tremor.

The headmaster's rugged voice came faintly in the music, shouting He Yu's name.

Someone started banging on the door.

The door lock in the broadcast room is crumbling.

The damp walls were also shaking, and little by little water droplets slipped down the walls. It's like a beating note.

this room.

this building.

this school.

this street.

This precinct.

The city.

Everything in this world seems to dance a mournful waltz to the sound of the violin.

But He Yu, who was sitting in the chair, was indifferent. He sat calmly in his chair, chose a relatively comfortable position, tilted his head, and slowly closed his eyes.

Gently follow the melody.

[On the river

I'm on the river

Looking at the high tide along the coast

Save me

Warm me up for ten seconds

Summoning my resentment

Who is still on the river

It's like a dream

But there is no flyover

I can't cross these arms

will forget your magnificence

If there is a need for this

……】