With a "squeak", the door slowly opened, and then a bolt of lightning pierced the sky and tore open the sky, and everything in the room instantly became in a trance.

Facing the door is a window, a person is standing in front of the window and looking out motionless, the room is only a few meters square, in front of the window there is a table facing the door, a few sofas by the wall, nothing else, no lights, the room is bright and dark under the light of this lightning.

"I'm sorry, are you Principal Yu?" Zhao Yan tried his best to tune his voice to normal, but in this dark environment, his heart couldn't calm down, his voice trembled a little, he didn't know what he was worried about, but there was always a feeling of approaching the morgue, yes, it was that feeling, everything was unreal, there was no life.

The person by the window slowly turned around, walked to the front of the table and sat down, and said faintly, "Yes, I am, you are Zhao Yan, please take a seat." He casually pointed to the couch in front of him.

Zhao Yan walked into the room and sat down, put down the schoolbag on his back, and through this bright and dark lightning, he saw the person in front of him clearly, a middle-aged man of about forty, not very tall, but it gave people an unfathomable feeling, sitting there exuding an old breath, as if a person had been sitting there for a long time, and seemed to be waiting for something, Zhao Yan didn't know why he had such a feeling, everything today made him have an indescribable panic, From the beginning of walking into this school, his heart kept panicking, like stealing other people's things, and like he made a mistake when he was a child, standing in front of the teacher and waiting for criticism, in short, it was as if he had changed a person, everything had a familiar and strange feeling, he was sure that he had come to this place for the first time in his life, but there was always a voice in his heart saying that you have been here, you have been here. Maybe it's because of that strange dream!

Zhao Yan is the propaganda minister of the student union in college, and he will participate in all things in the school, not to mention that he will not have stage fright if he has practiced real kung fu, even his arrogant personality will not be so useless in the face of this interview, I really don't know what the problem is.

In order to break this uneasiness, Zhao Yan spoke first: "I'm sorry, I came early, I don't know if you have time?" ”

"It's okay, it's a holiday, and there's nothing to do, just to wait for you to come to the interview today, how does it feel like the environment here?" Principal Yu still said so slowly, and before Zhao Yan could speak, Principal Yu said again: "Zhao Yan, are you very familiar with this place, and you have a feeling of revisiting the old place." Principal Yu seemed to be chatting with an old friend who had not been seen for a long time, and as he spoke, he picked up the teapot on the table and slowly poured a cup of tea.

Zhao Yan was shocked, as if someone was holding his heart with his hand, Zhao Yan didn't know how to answer this question, at this time he himself was not sure what was going on, "Why does he know what I think in my heart." Sweat ran down his face again, and his tongue stretched out his lips that were sweet and dry. Before he could say anything, Principal Yu continued.

"Let's have a cup of tea first, and we'll talk slowly." Zhao Yan stood up and took the teacup, and then retreated back and sat there, his mind blank.

"I just want to ask you one question," he looked at Zhao Yan and continued, "Do you believe that there is reincarnation in this world?" After speaking, he looked at Zhao Yan and waited for him to answer.

Zhao Yan thought he had misheard, "Ah! "Instantly adjusted himself from the state of short circuit" Please, excuse me, can you talk about the change, I didn't hear too clearly. Zhao Yan put down the teacup embarrassedly.

"Hehe," Principal Yu laughed twice and said to himself: "I read your resume, you are learning Chinese, it just so happens that this high school year will choose a Chinese teacher to be the class, you will take the 32nd class of high school, teach the Chinese class of the first year of high school, the day after tomorrow officially open, tomorrow you come to the school to clean up the class first, your dormitory will be arranged for you tomorrow, you will come to report tomorrow morning, all the work will be arranged for you tomorrow by the teaching director, you can go." After speaking, Principal Yu stood up again and walked to the window to look out, when a thunderclap roared into the distance.

Although Zhao Yan had a lot of questions in his heart, he opened his mouth but didn't know what to ask, he didn't answer a question from beginning to end, even if this interview was over, this was too funny, he shook his head and withdrew and took it to the door with him, he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt inexplicable for a while, and his thoughts were not at all different, no lectures, no inquiries, even self-introduction was skipped, it was better to say that it was an interview than a brief conversation with a long-lost friend.

Anyway, the work is still settled, and Zhao Yan's heart is still more happy. He walked downstairs quickly, the rain outside was still falling, and when he walked to the first floor, Zhao Yan reflexively turned his head, just now he went up from the stairs on the right, because the principal's room was on the far left of the building, so when he went out, he walked down the stairs on the other side, and when he passed the door of class 32, he obviously felt that a voice inside reached his ears, "You are here." ”

He stopped, he wanted to go back and take a look, but the corridor was too quiet, and he didn't muster up the courage to run quickly towards the school gate.

At this time, Principal Yu stood in front of the window and sighed, and said to himself to the sky outside the window: "Some people want to see it, some people can't see it, some people will come and go, and they will always meet it when they turn around, and they must always face it." Behind it was his own muttering, not knowing what he was saying.

Zhao Yan ran to the station sign and took out his mobile phone to broadcast Xiao Ming's phone: "Hey, Xiao Ming, what are you doing?" Are you still in the pigsty with the pigs, I will invite you to dinner in the evening, do you have time? ”