Zhao Yan took the notebook mechanically, and his heart was in a trance, when did this notebook that appeared in a dream appear next to him, and he felt as if he was in an ice cellar with a kind of coldness in his heart. He felt that his surroundings had become unreal, and he felt the urge to escape.

Just when he subconsciously wanted to run, the chubby voice of "teacher, teacher" woke up his dazed self, Zhao Yan was very scared, and that feeling almost made him sink and lose his way and couldn't extricate himself.

Zhao Yan looked down at the thick notebook in his hand, pinched it hard with both hands, and put it on his chest, "Maybe this is the key to solving all the puzzles", thinking of this, I felt a kind of calmness in my heart.

"Let's go, let's go meet those parents," he said, and walked out. Xiaopang was a little inexplicable, he didn't know what was wrong with Zhao Yan, from the first day he met this new teacher, he felt weird there, he always had great mood swings, he always seemed to be afraid of something, and he seemed to be hiding from something, and he was always in a trance. Chubby shook his head and followed.

Zhao Yan didn't know that Xiaopang would think of him like this, if he knew, it would confirm his thoughts, since he entered Yingcai High School, this strange thing has not been separated from him, and some places in himself are slowly changing when strange things happen one by one.

Zhao Yan and Xiaopang sat in the last row of the bus back to school, there have been very few people on this bus, and now in addition to a few students in the front two rows on the bus, only the two of them are doing it on the huge bus, and now not only Zhao Yan is frowning, but also Chubby is also worried.

When the two of them saw their parents just now, Zhao Yan didn't tell them as Xiaopang said, not to hide it, but to feel that he didn't know how to say these words, which would only make things more complicated and would not help solve the problem at all. He was still worried about how to comfort the children who woke up, but when he saw it, the three children didn't remember anything about what happened last night, only remembered that they couldn't think about it after eating together, and asked the doctor, who didn't say anything, just said that it might be frightened and over-nourished. Zhao Yan gave them a few days off, and after contacting Sun Dongdong's parents, they left with Xiaopang first.

Along the way, Xiaopang kept wanting to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he saw Zhao Yan's heavy face, opened his mouth several times, and closed it again.

"Chubby, do you guarantee that what you say is true, without exaggeration?" Zhao Yan broke the silence first.

"Teacher, I promise I'm telling the truth, but I don't know why a few of them don't remember anything when they wake up, by the way, and Sun Dongdong, when he wakes up, you can ask him if I said I was panicking." Chubby hurriedly defended with some excitement.

Zhao Yan didn't look at Xiaopang and kept looking out of the window, he didn't believe Xiaopang on the contrary, he believed in the child's master, because at this time he was holding the notebook in his hand, and he was in an extremely heavy mood at this time. He didn't know what kind of road he was going to face, and maybe endless panic awaited him, but he only prayed not to do anything to his children. A sense of powerlessness that never existed rose from the bottom of the heart.

Back at school, Zhao Yan first let Chubby go home to take a shower and rest for a day, he didn't sleep all night, he had to let the child nourish his spirit first, Chubby was going to train, but at Zhao Yan's insistence, he still went home. Zhao Yan walked into the teaching building alone, the sun was like fire outside, but the corridor was cloudy and windy, the school had not officially started, the children of the second and third years of high school did not come, and the students of the first year of high school were in military training, and the building was particularly deserted. Zhao Yan wanted to talk to Principal Yu about what had happened in the past two days first, and finally see if he could find a solution, because these scriptures were beyond his ability. But there was no one in the principal's room, he had a meeting with Teacher Xiong and Teacher Wang, and wanted to say hello, but Teacher Xiong snorted with his nose and walked away, and Teacher Wang's expression was even more exaggerated, as if he had seen a plague god, and he slipped away and avoided it. Zhao Yan really wondered if these two girls were teachers, so he turned around and punched the wall hard to vent the frustration in his heart.

At this time, the dean of teachings slowly came behind Walking Rock in a wheelchair.

Zhao Yan turned around and hurriedly asked, "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

Fat Liu looked at Zhao Yan, because he hadn't slept well in the past few days, Zhao Yan's eyes were dark, his face was a little pale, and he was originally very thin, but he looked even thinner for a while.

"Like, really too much." Fat Liu stared at Zhao Yan alone and muttered.

Zhao Yan touched his face, he didn't feel anything wrong, and he was a little hairy when he was seen by Fat Liu, so he asked, "What do you say, what do you look like, I don't understand, and I asked Principal Yu if he is not here now?" ”

Fat Liu didn't answer Zhao Yan's words, but when he saw the notebook in Zhao Yan's hand, his eyes stared straight at it, his mouth was wide open, and he had a surprised expression.

Zhao Yan took a step back, he was really afraid that the person in front of him couldn't help but come up and grab this book. Zhao Yan just wanted to speak, but Fat Liu asked eagerly: "Where did you get this book?" ”

Zhao Yan didn't know what to say, he couldn't say that he was brought out of a dream, so it was strange that others didn't treat him as a madman, he thought for a while and said: "You mean this notebook, he picked it up when I was cleaning up things in class, I thought it was very good, so I took it and prepared to write something" Zhao Yan said a little panic.

Fat Liu stared at the notebook like that, and just when Zhao Yan was at a loss, Fat Liu let out a long sigh and looked up at Zhao Yan who was stunned on the side, his eyes were obviously full of disbelief. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, lowered his head and walked away with his wheelchair.

"You're really back, it's all going to start and it's going to be over. Is it just that you are still the same person you were now? Fat Liu's muttering echoed in the corridor. Gradually drifting away, Zhao Yan had an urge to catch up, he wanted to ask Fat Liu what he knew, but after thinking about it, he took his legs back, to say that he had already said it, and it didn't make sense to catch up if he didn't say it. Zhao Yan turned around and walked towards the class, the students were all outside for military training, and he came to the class alone, just like when he just came in that day, but with a little less popularity.

He walked up to the podium and sat down, staring at the last spot, trying to see something out of it, but there was nothing at this time, he was alone in the empty classroom, he put the notebook on the table, and opened it was a notebook with a black skin as thick as a dictionary, and at first glance it was a few years old, and the paper in it was a little yellow. He flipped through it casually, and there were small characters densely written from front to back, and the font was very beautiful, and it looked like a girl's handwriting.

On the first page are a few lines of words: "When Hongchen is drunk, I wish to win the hearts of one person." Fireworks husband and wife, white heads are inseparable. There are three thousand weak waters, and I only take one scoop to drink. The red face is fleeting, and Yi will not leave the king. Together, the hand of the son grows old together. The cyan smoke and rain, the lonely shadow is waiting for you to return. The following inscription is "Sixuan".

Zhao Yan casually opened the next page.

As the sun sets and the night falls, the stars make the sky deeper and more lonely. A person sits in the classroom looking up at the starry sky, looking for the Cowherd and Weaver Girl on both sides of the long river, and the long "parting song" rings in his ears. Floating thoughts, shaking the past years, the inner scars that dare not face it are full of desolation.

Once upon a time, in the night of this classroom, we snuggled up to each other, fluttering our long hair and dancing in the wind. Looking forward to waiting for the appearance of the meteor, making an innocent vow, and tirelessly imagining with dreams.

Today, the prosperity is still nowhere to be found, and there is only a lonely figure who is sad alone!

Perhaps, everyone has a dream in their hearts, there is a person waiting for them in the dream, he will hold our hands, strolling in the smoke and rain, bit by bit of the past, the beauty always makes people dissipate, if life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind sad fan.

Like water, it flows gently in my heart. Only when you lose do you know that it is a pity, and it is precious to leave. How many people are indulged in the face of sincere emotions, and when they wake up, they can only sigh "I really pity the people in front of me". Lamentable!

I thought there were some things I could turn a blind eye to. There are some feelings that I can hide in my heart. Some people, I can turn a blind eye. There are some lives that I can not care about. There are some words that I can ramble on.

Looking at the twinkling starry sky at night, the breeze blew the placket of my clothes, and the panicked melancholy could not be dispersed.

It was you who walked into my heart, it was you who made me reluctant, and it was you who made me know how to face it.

The rain in the night, drop by drop, was Lao Yan's tears. The wind in the early morning was blowing in gusts, and it was the bleakness of the Qin Se. The leaves on the ground, lying still one by one, are the vicissitudes of dust. The fluttering petals, the flying petals, that is a broken heart. The falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is also affectionate. But how can I make you understand the pain in my heart?

Loving someone who doesn't love you with your heart is very painful and helpless, and often the ending is also very bleak. I believe that every love story can be written into a thrilling novel, which is tearful and touching. Those who dare to love are doomed to be wounded.

Once, I felt that I was a child abandoned by Hongchen, and I also rejected Hongchen. But he still can't escape the peach blossom tribulation of fate, and he still can't get rid of the love flower calamity of fate. Perhaps, there is a catastrophe in the dark, and it is difficult to escape. Life always allows people to meet, and makes all accidents inevitable.

Hongchen, too disordered, too confusing, I don't want to pay attention to it, I don't want to understand, I don't want to blend in.

The meteor slipped by, and I wanted to stretch out my hands to make a wish, but in the end it didn't move, so I followed and shook it, watching it disappear little by little at the end of the sky until there was no trace.

It's only when I'm really invested that I feel insignificant. The old wait was so pale.

I was an insecure child. Perhaps, just because I would rather hide in my own corner alone and be sad alone, rather than telling the story, pain, and scar in my heart to anyone.

They looked at me like this, smiling like a flower, and I, too, lived like this, seemed to have no heart and lungs. Perhaps, because I understand, I don't say it. In this way, the Buddha also said, don't say, don't say.

Some people say that the five hundred times of looking back in the past life are exchanged for a look back in this life, so, a thousand years of thoughts, a thousand years of love songs, a thousand years and so on, just for one ending: you and I meet in this life.

My slow wait turned into a long wind, just waiting to see you in this life. You know, you know, you come back.

Looking at Juanxiu's words, Zhao Yan felt a pain in his heart, an indescribable pain, he wanted to scream, he slowly picked up the pen and wrote a paragraph on the back of the notebook.

"One spring, I walked under a tree and looked at a certain leaf on it, and I loved it. In the autumn, in the autumn wind, I came to this tree again, but I couldn't find the green leaf that I liked, I thought, I can't find it......

But I didn't know that it was still there, just ...... color changed, and when I turned away with melancholy, a dead leaf on the tree in the autumn wind was rolled up, surrounded by me, and accompanied me all the way, but I was still thinking about the green leaves that had been, but I didn't know that what I was waiting for, what I was looking for, was by my side......

He didn't know why he was writing like this, but he felt a sense of sadness, and he didn't know when tears were dripping down his face and the corners of his mouth were wet.

In a trance, I felt like a different person, and I saw myself lying there writing things, and everything in the room was in front of me, and I was distracted.

Here two selves appear.