On the last day of the final exams at Gucheng University, Puyang finalized a part-time job at KFC, not far south of the school's west gate. The means used are not above board: a little irresistible smile, and a strong force that cannot be refused.

He had already used this trick on Fang Yuan, and now he had adjusted it a little and used it on the KFC restaurant manager, and the effect was equally significant.

It was Friday, and he made an appointment to come to work on Monday, six hours a day, six days a week, and he left the remaining day and fragmentary time to Mr. Shen. He knew that the old gentleman had good intentions, and even though he had no intention of academics, he still decided to help him do something - he didn't know that the old gentleman had no shortage of students who could do things, and people just wanted to train him!

Seeing that it was not too late, the young man took the rubbings of the inscription that the old gentleman had thrown to him a few days ago and the manuscript he had sorted out, and knocked on the door of the old gentleman's office.

The older the old gentleman gets, the more childish he becomes, and after being rejected two days ago, he can't swallow this breath anyway, and he is determined to fight with this bear child.

At this time, when I saw the young man's delicate handwriting on the A4 paper, I suddenly felt that I had won the victory. The old gentleman carefully reviewed it with the joy of victory, occasionally pointing out a slight mistake, and the young man sat up straight with his hands on his knees, nodding his head from time to time to show that he had been taught.

They all feel that they are helping each other, this is really a wonderful misunderstanding ╮ (╯▽╰) ╭ In short, in the misunderstanding between the two sides, an old and a young embarked on a pleasant (?) Academic Path......

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and Dean Cheng, who was next to the office, knocked on the door and poked his head in: "Teacher Shen, it's time to get off work." "Mr. Shen, as an academic madman, always forgets to get off work, he was fine when he was young, but now that he is old, no one in the whole college dares to delay him going home, and the dean takes this responsibility, and he is always scolded by the old gentleman for this.

Today, the old gentleman was in a good mood, and he didn't bother with Dean Cheng, so he promised and shouted Puyang: "Go to my house for dinner?" The dean was shocked at the door—is the old gentleman going to accept the closed disciples?

The young man was about to refuse, but was suppressed by the old gentleman: "If you don't go to recognize the door, what should you do during the holidays?" "He has a large number of doctoral and master's students who can do it for him, and all the students will have a holiday next week, and the teachers still have some trivial things to deal with, but the old gentleman will not come to school again.

The three of them went out together, and found that the sky was gloomy, and there was actually a light snow. The students who had just finished the exam had already packed their suitcases and walked outside the school with their fast movements.

Out of the ancient west gate, not far from the overpass is the family area attached to the ancient university. Like the ancient university, the community is a Soviet-style building from the last century, and the road between the buildings is lined with French plane trees and other trees, but because there are few students, it is more quiet.

Puyang followed Mr. Shen all the way into the community and received countless attention. When he walked off the overpass, he wanted to help the old gentleman, but after being pushed away impatiently, he gave up the idea of helping.

The old gentleman's house is on the third floor of a small building, and when he enters the door, there is a living room full of the smell of books, and Mr. Shen's wife pulls Puyang to chat with a kind face.

Puyang: "......" After taking care of other people's children, did he still work part-time to make the old lady happy?

Fortunately, he didn't have to talk much, just relying on that face, smiling from time to time was enough to make the old lady's heart flutter.

After chatting a few words, the young man borrowed the phone from the old lady and called Su Jia: "Sister, I'm not going home for dinner, I'll go back later...... Well, at Mr. Shen's house...... It's the Mr. Shen of the academy...... Calm down, Mr. Shen doesn't know you...... Okay, I know, I'll go back soon. ”

Put down the microphone and wash his hands to eat, the old gentleman and children are not at home, the three of them have eaten, and the young man said goodbye. Don't send it either, I walked out of the community alone and returned to the campus of Guda University.

There is a row of low bungalows behind the dormitory building of the old university, which is occupied by small shops such as car repair, electrical appliances, couriers, and used books. The first small house was lit up, a warm yellow.

The owner of this small shop, who is over the age of six, lives by mending bicycle tires, watches, umbrellas and other small items, and is known as "Santa Claus" because of his kind appearance and long white beard.

Santa Claus is eating, simple shiitake mushrooms, rape and white rice. Pu Yang stood more than ten meters away, looking at him quietly through the somewhat dim glass of the window. Snowflakes fell on his dark hair, but he didn't shrink in the slightest, but looked like a beautiful porcelain statue.

Before he knew it, Santa Claus put down his chopsticks and sat for a while, and got up slowly. He has some inconvenience in his legs and feet, but his hands are steady. Open the lock on the door, lift the heavy cotton curtain, and make eye contact with the teenager.

"Come in." He had imagined that someone would find him one day, but he didn't expect it to be such a teenager anyway.

Puyang walked in the door, like a polite little guest. The host is also a polite host, although he is by no means welcoming.

Santa Claus pointed to the little Mazar by the stove: "Sit down." "There was a jug of water sitting on the stove, and it was making a slight "poof" sound.

The boy walked over and sat down, still staring at him for a moment. His expression gradually lost its calm, and panic seized his mind, for he felt that the boy was more dangerous than he was.

"You've been proud every day for twenty years." The boy opened his mouth flatly, not a question, not an interrogation, but a narrative after knowing the truth.

"Yes."

"But you still have low self-esteem, so inferior that you don't dare to marry and have children. Let me think about why this is...... Ah, it's because you can't have children. The cold anger burned in his heart, and the boy's words became sharper and sharper, like a knife cutting through the hard and dark heart.

Caught off guard, Santa Claus was uncovered by the hidden pain of his life, and Santa Claus completely lost his calm and kind demeanor. The girls who usually greet him with a smile when they walk by his door would never have imagined that such a look would appear on the face of a kind Santa Claus. If they had seen it even once, they would never have felt that this person still had even a trace of humanity.

The young man is heartbroken, and the old man has to remember those painful pasts. When he first found out that he was inhumane, he was not much older than the teenager. At that time, he accepted his fate, left his hometown alone and came to the ancient city, and more than 20 years later.

Someone once introduced him to a marriage partner, but he knew his situation and refused again and again. Taciturn, shy and introverted, this is the only thing people know about him. They thought he was a silent and reliable man, but they didn't know that he wasn't a real man after all.

I also had a wife, she was a gentle woman, not very beautiful, but industrious and kind. He also wanted to live a good life with her, but every night, he suspected that she was secretly laughing at him and despising him.

Indifference, scolding, scolding, endless hurt consumed his wife's patience, and finally even she left him. And he had a leg broken in a conflict with his wife's brothers.

It is said that forty is not confused, but as he approaches the age of forty, he is becoming more and more confused, and he is more and more unwilling to accept his fate: why is it him? Poverty, loneliness, no dignity, no children...... How unjust the world is to him!

He began to frequent, more and more often, the quiet and beautiful campus of the University of the Ancient City, where he could not refuse him, and he could pretend to be a student, and secretly admire the countless young and lively girls under the cover of the bookshelves and the shade of the trees...... The women he could only watch from afar.

The female doctor, proud, confident, and beautiful, never took him seriously, like all the women he asked for but couldn't get. Sometimes, he felt that she was like the woman who had left him.

He disguised himself so well that she didn't notice he was following her - but it also made him angry: she didn't even realize he existed!

The summer night was dreary and hot, and he knew that she would stay late in the biology lab, so he waited quietly under the wisteria trellis, pretending to be in the shade. The sudden heavy rain dispersed the cooler and the uncomfortable stuffiness, but it made his heart burn even more.

If you are so proud, then it will leave you with the most humiliating gesture.

If you are so beautiful, then destroy your beauty.

If you are so confident, you will never be able to open your clear eyes and raise your beautiful neck again.

I want to see you struggling in the rain, sobbing and terrified.

I'm going to let the blade pierce your body and pierce your soul instead of me.

For a moment, he felt like he was a real man.

This experience completely changed him and made him more confident and calm than ever. Even when questioned by the police, he acted like he had no suspicion at all. After that, he would often return to the ancient university campus to reminisce about that night.

His reminiscences became more and more frequent, but at the same time he also learned to control himself - he no longer had to face the Wisteria Garden, as long as he was in the Ancient University, he could remember the impulsiveness and trembling of that night again.

More than a decade later, he simply returned to Gucheng University and opened a car repair shop in a small bungalow behind the women's dormitory. The small bungalow is close to the intersection, and half of the students pass by here every day to go to the cafeteria. He could enjoy their graceful posture and smiles, and he could smile at the boys and girls while thinking back to that stormy night.

He thought he was going to die in secret, and that there might be people on this campus who would miss the kind and kind car mechanic, but no one would associate him with it.

"How did you recognize me?" The teenager was so young that he hadn't even been born when that happened. The mechanic firmly believes that the police have no clues to investigate, and no one else can either, not to mention that twenty years is enough time for possible clues to be wiped out.

The boy was silent, he didn't need any clues, just a glance. A boy who grew up in a pile of dead people has an unusually keen sense of smell. The car repairers are as conspicuous as one black sesame seed in 10,000 white sesame seeds on the campus of this ancient university.

"I'm old and I love this place." The repairman showed weakness, "I haven't done a bad thing in all these years...... I just want to continue living in this school before I die......"

He slowly approached Puyang, his posture slow and clumsy, like any harmless old man. His right hand was hidden behind his back, and he held a sharp awl firmly in his hand.