On Monday morning, the sky was gray, and the drizzle seemed to stop and get heavier.

Gao Wutong took an umbrella out of the house, and when he walked to Fengxiang Street, he still didn't feel the need to open it, so he just quickened his pace and walked towards the school. He's going to have one or two classes this morning.

Liu Xiyue, Lan Lingmei, Zhu Geqi, and Liang Qingfeng appeared in front side by side, each holding an umbrella. Liu Xiyue and Lan Lingmei's umbrellas are a little small, white, and dotted with large pink Gesang flowers.

Gao Wutong glanced at Liu Xiyue, and walked forward from the side of more than four people.

Lan Lingmei asked Liang Qingfeng to trick Gao Wutong's umbrella over, and when she saw that Liang Qingfeng was embarrassed, she said a few words in her ear. Liang Qingfeng smiled and happily chased after him.

"Teacher Gao, Liu Xiyue asked me to borrow an umbrella from you."

"Really?"

"Of course!"

"I only have one umbrella, and the four of you already have two."

"They have small umbrellas, don't you see?"

"Why didn't she come by herself?"

"You go ask her."

Gao Wutong hesitated.

"You don't want to borrow it, do you? It's okay, I'll just tell her. ”

When Gao Wutong heard this, he hurriedly handed the umbrella to Liang Qingfeng.

After walking for five or six minutes, the drizzle turned into small raindrops.

Lan Lingmei asked Liang Qingfeng to give the small flower umbrella to Gao Wutong.

Gao Wutong looked at the umbrella and smiled suspiciously.

"Don't use it?"

"Liu Xiyue asked you to play this umbrella, this is her intention, you look at it, she looks at it."

Gao Wutong looked back at Liu Xiyue, and Liu Xiyue smiled slightly. Gao Wutong lost the will to refuse, and opened a small flower umbrella to cover the rain. The four of them laughed crookedly in the back.

When I was about to reach the entrance of Fengxiang Street, the rain suddenly became heavier. The four of them quickened their pace to catch up with Gao Wutong, and when they passed by Gao Wutong's side, Lan Lingmei pushed Liu Xiyue to Gao Wutong's side, and ran away with an umbrella by herself. Gao Wutong hurriedly tilted the umbrella towards Liu Xiyue, and only covered his right shoulder and head.

Walking side by side for more than ten meters, Liu Xiyue had some raindrops on her right shoulder, revealing a wet state.

"The umbrella is too small, you can use it alone."

"What are you going to do?"

"I can't care so much."

"Just make do with it, just cover your head."

"Be careful of getting sick when you're wet, I'm okay."

Gao Wutong said and handed the umbrella to Liu Xiyue, Liu Xiyue raised her hand to block it, didn't take it, and glanced at Gao Wutong angrily. Gao Wutong didn't dare to push anymore, and walked silently with an umbrella covering the heads of the two.

Liu Xiyue smiled happily, and Gao Wutong also smiled when he saw this.

When I entered the gate and walked through the court, many heads were visible in the windows of the teaching building, some cheering, some whistling, and some clapping. Gao Wutong walked with his head held high, pretending not to see. Liu Xiyue blushed, and soon she was as calm as if she had nothing to do. The two entered the entrance of the teaching building, Liu Xiyue took the small flower umbrella and folded it, smiled at Gao Wutong, and floated away.

Gao Wutong was stunned, his feet slipped, and he almost hit the wall.

On Sunday night, it was the turn of the tall sycamore to be on duty.

When I arrived at the classroom of Class 95, each group looked and saw that almost everyone was knitting sweaters, as if no one was around, as if they didn't know that a teacher was coming. Gao Wutong stood still in front of the podium and asked knowingly.

"What are you doing?"

"Do your homework."

"Knitting sweaters is also homework?"

"Of course. Assigned by Teacher Chen in the labor technology class. ”

Gao Wutong smiled dumbly.

"I thought knitting sweaters was suddenly popular in your class."

"Would you like to knit one for you? You can pay for the wool yarn. ”

"I already have one. Thank you! ”

Zhu Geqi came to Gao Wutong with a sweater.

"Teacher Gao, borrow it from you and try my homework."

"I've found the wrong person." Gao Wutong smiled, and at a glance he saw Liu Xiyue looking at him thoughtfully, and hurriedly restrained his smile. Zhu Geqi held up the sweater, tried it back and forth on Gao Wutong, and shook his head.

"Still don't see the effect. Teacher Gao, please put it on, and I'll take a look at it again. ”

Gao Wutong put the duty checkbook and pen on the lectern, took the sweater and put it on. Zhu Geqi helped pull like an acquaintance. The sweater is not big or small, compact and fitted, with a novel style and delicate patterns, and the light gray color matches the blue shirt of the tall sycamore. The classroom erupted in applause, mixed with whistles, screams, table slaps, laughter, and thumbs up.

"Zhu Geqi, good job."

"Zhu Geqi, I salute you."

"Zhu Geqi, you are too brave."

"Zhu Geqi, you are too good at weaving."

"Well-intentioned, tailor-made."

“……”

Zhu Geqi smiled reservedly and satisfied.

"Teacher Gao, how is my homework?"

"The hand is very skillful, if I were Teacher Chen, I would give you a full score."

"Like it or not? If you like it, you will give it to Mr. Gao. ”

"I like it."

Before the words fell, the whole class was dumbfounded, and they all looked at Liu Xiyue.

Liu Xiyue looked down at the book, looking like she had nothing to do with herself and didn't care.

"Teacher Gao, take it." Someone laughed.

More people joined in and shouted rhythmically.

"Take-take-take-take!"

"But I already have one, thank you, Zhu Geqi."

"Teacher Gao, take it." Lan Lingmei smiled, "The more the merrier." ”

Gao Wutong took off his sweater and handed it to Zhu Geqi, smiling apologetically.

"Zhu Geqi, the sweater is really beautiful, but I only need one. Thank you so much. ”

Zhu Geqi didn't say a word, took the sweater and returned to his seat, and threw the sweater on the table.

Gao Wutong glanced at the classroom, picked up the duty checkbook, and pondered as he prepared to leave.

"Teacher Gao, wait a minute, help me try this sweater too."

Lan Lingmei left her seat and walked up, holding an off-white sweater in her hand.

"With so many classmates, don't you look down on any of them?"

"Classmates, can't you treat everyone equally?"

"Well, hopefully the sweater isn't too small."

Gao Wutong took the sweater and put it on, it was slightly loose but just fitted, the style was simple and the pattern was simple, off-white, and Gao Wutong's blue shirt was very harmonious, and it looked plain and elegant. The sweater is very light, it is very stretched without pulling, and the fingers touch it soft and cool, exuding a faint silk smell.

There was a round of applause in the classroom, then there was silence again, and everyone sat up straight and waited for the next scene as if they were watching a play.

Lan Lingmei looked at Gao Wutong exaggeratedly and gave a thumbs up.

"It's so handsome, more handsome than a cricket."

"Finished trying, right?"

"Perfect, right?"

"It fits perfectly. Do you weave it yourself? ”

"Who else could it be? I gave it to Mr. Gao. ”

"Why?"

"Because I like you."

The classroom was in an uproar, with screams, whistles, and table slapping.

Gao Wutong was stunned, and hurriedly took two steps back to the side, looking like he was afraid that Lan Lingmei would fall into his arms. The classroom fell silent, and a pair of eyes looked at Liu Xiyue and stared at Gao Wutong.

"Lanlingmei, you have to be measured when you joke."

"Can't students like teachers?"

"I appreciate your kindness."

"Don't you really want it? Don't regret it. ”

"How is that possible?"

"If you want to do it again, you have to slap yourself three times."

"No problem. Stop kidding. ”

Gao Wutong took off his sweater and handed it to Lan Lingmei.

"It's already the same."

"Can I ask another question?"

"I don't know how to knit sweaters."

"Poetry reviews are always there, right?"

"What poetry?"

"I wrote on the blackboard to open people's eyes as well."

Gao Wutong nodded helplessly.

Lan Lingmei put the sweater back on the desk, covered her mouth and smiled and wrote a poem on the blackboard.

Creek Moon Heart

Xiyue has a line in his hand, and a sycamore top.

Carefully weaved, I am afraid that I will not warm up.

Lingmei knows my heart, and I report it to Wutong.

After Lan Lingmei finished writing, the whole class laughed and looked at Liu Xiyue and Gao Wutong.

Liu Xiyue's face was flushed, and she opened her homework book and wrote.

The poem is modified from "The Wanderer's Yin", and Gao Wutong can know it at a glance.

After thinking for a while, Gao Wutong pretended to smile.

"You little girls, you just like to joke, you should put your mind on studying."

"Teacher Gao, you should also devote more of your mind to teaching."

Someone muttered. The class burst into laughter.

"Got it, thanks for the reminder."

After Gao Wutong finished speaking, he left the classroom of class 95 as if fleeing.