Back at school, I was depressed for a long time, and my classmate Chen Li relieved me that I had lost my patience. However, after all, I was still very young at that time, not yet at the age of complete despair, and my heart was always full of hope and expectation, so after a period of time, I still gradually walked out of the haze of the fruitless return of the trip to Hua'an.

I comforted myself, as long as I kept looking for it, it would be impossible not to find my brother in this life. I believe that God will still have mercy on me. Maybe one day, my uncle in the school's communication room sent me a letter, and it was so unique that I knew at a glance that it was sent to me by my brother, and the contents of the letter could be imagined by me.

Maybe one day Qi Zhengzhe sent a message asking me to hurry back to Qijiatun, saying that my brother came to Qijiatun with Teacher Zheng and Mrs. Zheng, and was sitting at his house waiting for me.

What's more, maybe one day, Chen Li hurriedly came to tell me that there was someone looking for me, right at the school gate, and the person looking for me was my brother.

……

Such fantasies can be more than two, they can be more than ten, they can be without a reasonable plot, they can be without a reasonable background, as long as we are young enough, it is not ridiculous at all.

One day, my uncle in the communication room sent me a very chic letter, with several pictures of love painted on the envelope, but there was no address or name of the sender.

My heart was pounding. The handwriting on the envelope was obviously not the handwriting that my thirteen-year-old brother had left in my impression, but I still firmly believed that it was sent to me by my brother.

Of course, it turned out that it was not sent to me by my brother, but a letter written to me by a teacher who taught me "The History of Civil Affairs in China".

I don't want to go into too much detail about this teacher and some of my past, and I don't even want to tell him his name. No, no, brother, don't get me wrong, he didn't have much of an impact on me, and he didn't cause me any harm. The reason I don't want to say too much about this man is because he was an insignificant presence in my life.

The reason why I mention him, and why I mention this incident, is to confirm once again that the flesh ring on my middle finger really has some kind of magic, and it is this magic that allows me to avoid accidental damage again.

That year, the teacher was in his thirties, his child was already in kindergarten, but God knows he was hooked on me.

In my impression, I didn't have much contact with him, at best, I listened attentively in his class and was able to actively interact with him. You know, my innocent classmates are the least interested in this course.

I don't think he's going to fall madly in love with me just because I've taken his lessons so hard.

So, I naturally associate it with that meat ring. Then I remembered Qi Zhengli. Qi Zhengli was fascinated by me entirely because of the influence that this meat ring had exerted on him.

The reason why I say this teacher is crazy is because he and his wife had already gone through the divorce procedures by the time he sent the letter. In the letter, he said that he would only be qualified to show me love if he divorced the marriage.

It freaked the hell out of me. A family is suddenly torn apart, and the crux of the problem is me!

But I quickly adjusted my mentality. I realized that I couldn't let this teacher follow in the footsteps of the courtesy. That is, no hope or expectation can be given to him.

So I avoided this teacher as much as I could. If he is invited to a simple dance party held by his classmates, I will not attend; The theatrical evening organized by the class arranged his program, and I tried to ask for leave.

The teacher's eyes became more and more complicated.

So just before the holiday, I received a second letter from him. This letter is completely different from the first letter, there is no contemplation, there is no lingering sentence, it is equivalent to a notification letter. In his letter, he said that as long as I accompanied him to a meal that he cooked himself, and listened to him speak his heart, he would give up his pursuit of me.

Young people never despair, but young people have a fatal flaw - simplicity. Think too much of society and more simple about people.

Because I was a young man, I agreed to the teacher's request.

It was a Saturday night, the location was this teacher's school welfare house, and the weather was fine. The air was dry.

The temperature is very low. However, after all, in the south, it is not much lower. It's already in the depths of winter, and many of the trees on campus have lost their leaves, and their branches are bare. There are also some evergreen trees.

There have been two snowfalls.

Chen Li dropped me downstairs to her Chinese civil history teacher and went on a date with her boyfriend.

I was a little nervous, and when I walked into that unit and went up to that floor, my heart couldn't help but beat faster. The door is hidden. I symbolically knocked on the door and pulled it open myself.

There was a pair of cloth slippers in front of the threshold, apparently for me. The teacher was busy stir-frying in the kitchen, so he just greeted me verbally and didn't come out to greet me.

This is a welfare house of about 60 square meters. Two small rooms, a small balcony, a small living room, a kitchen, a small bathroom. The living room is also the dining room. So the dining table is placed in the living room. There was also a small TV in the living room, black and white, of course. Something was playing on the TV.

There are already three dishes on the table. Piping hot. There was also a porcelain cup on the table, full of tea and steaming. I noticed a big word on the cup with a big word on it.

The teacher came out of the kitchen with a plate in one hand. He wore a white apron around his waist, and he looked very funny. In my memory, women have always been in the kitchen. Big cities are just different. Maybe it's the price of divorce.

"Gee, why are you still standing? Tea was not drunk either. Take a sip of hot tea to keep out the cold. The teacher said. He had a smile on his face and was enthusiastic.

"Thank you."

"Thank you, I'm glad you came. Hurry up and sit down to eat, and when you're done, I'll take you back to your bedroom. "This teacher's voice is very magnetic.

Hearing him say that, I let my guard down all of a sudden. I guess it's really just a meal.

I sat down at the table, and the teacher brought the cup to me, and I took several sips of the cup in both hands. The wall of the cup is hot and hot, and it is very comfortable to hold the wall of the cup with your hands.

The teacher moved the plate on the table and moved the meat dish in front of me, and then he walked into a small bedroom and came out with an extra bottle of wine.

"No wine is not a feast," the teacher said with a smile, "This is the wine I have treasured for several years, you can drink a little for your beauty." ”

"No, no, I never drink. I pretended to eat it. "I got up from my position.

"Don't be in such a hurry to eat. You don't drink, don't be nervous, the teacher won't force you. Why don't I give you that drink and accompany the teacher? "The teacher looked at me very sincerely and asked for my opinion.

I nodded.

The teacher went into the little bedroom again.

This time he spent a little longer in the bedroom, and came out with an extra bottle of filled milk.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't remember where to put it all of a sudden, so I've been looking for a long time. I've opened it for you. It's a little cold to drink in winter, and it's scalded with boiling water for a while. ”

"Don't be that troublesome." I feel a little embarrassed.

"Don't be too inhibited. I think you're still nervous. Are you afraid that I will eat you? I'm your teacher. Besides, look, there are school teachers all around here, what are you afraid of? ”

I simply doubt that this teacher understands human psychology better than the teacher who teaches our psychology. He seemed to have penetrated my inner world. I let my guard down, but I was nervous all the time.

"Touch the bottle yourself and see if you want to scald it with boiling water." The teacher handed me the bottle.

Needless to say, I followed my teacher's advice. The bottle was cold to the touch.

The teacher went into his small kitchen and brought out an oversized porcelain bowl, which he put in the bowl with the bottle, and then poured boiling water into the bowl.

The teacher drank wine, which was as colored as blood.

"I suppose the letter scared you," the teacher said, taking a sip of his wine from his goblet, "but you have to believe that every word in the letter is true." ”

I took a bite of the dish. This teacher's cooking skills are very high, not salty or light, and very flavorful. It was the first time I had eaten a meal cooked by a man.

"How? Can you still eat it? ”

"It's delicious." I say.

"After nearly two months of torture, I finally figured it out," the teacher continued, "and you were right to choose silence and avoidance. If it were me, I would do the same. ”

I tried to look at the teacher. The wine in his glass was too red.

"By the way, the drink should be hot and ready to drink." The teacher continued. He took the bottle out of the bowl and handed it to me. "It's delicious."

I took the bottle and took a sip. There is a hint of frankincense, sweet and refreshing.

"How?"

"It's delicious."

"Then let's clink glasses. When this meal is over, my relationship with you will also end. However, there is still a teacher-student relationship. "The teacher was a little self-deprecating.

I picked up my cup and clinked it with the teacher.

"I think about my actions a lot of times," the teacher took another sip of his wine, and he had already drunk half of the large bottle of wine, and his face did not change at all, "and I felt that I was too irrational." But that's my character. I didn't think you would be scared by this, and I didn't think it was harassing you, I'm sorry. ”

"Can't you remarry?" I still think of his innocent wife and children.

"There is no such idea. Now that you've walked out, you can't go back. ”

"Oh." That's all I can say. I unconsciously picked up my cup and took a sip of my drink.

"Don't you want to know why I've made such a big move, Hao Junqi?" The teacher raised his voice.

"I'm sorry."

"You have a lot of magic, you know?"

"What?!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Oh," I calmed down, trying to hide my shock, "the teacher said I had some magic power, and I couldn't accept it. ”

Can you not be shocked? Qi Zhengli said the same thing to me three years ago.