After graduating from vocational school, Shi Jiamu couldn't find a job and had no place to live, so he had no choice but to try his luck at Songjiang Middle School. The headmaster was the same headmaster he had talked to his father in the first place, and out of a vague sense of guilt and humanitarianism, he agreed to hire Shi Jiamu, who of course was neither a teacher nor a gardener, but a library worker.

The library of Songjiang Middle School is under the management of the Academic Affairs Office, and its status is still under the printing room and the laboratory building, and no matter how well a school's library is built, it cannot improve the admission rate.

Including the newly appointed Shi Jiamu, the library has a total of four staff members.

The director's surname is Du, 57 years old, teacher, senior title, he was originally a teacher of history, but he was transferred to the library as a director due to health reasons, and he found a quiet post to retire before retirement, and he didn't take care of things.

Except for Director Du, the rest are contract workers who have no establishment, earning a meager salary, and in a year, the income is about a quarter of that of an ordinary teacher.

The work of the library is very leisurely, it normally opens at 9 a.m. and closes at 5 p.m., working from 9 to 5 is comparable to that of civil servants, and counting weekends, holidays and winter and summer vacations, it is not an exaggeration to say that the elderly are old-aged.

Shi Jiamu is assigned to the faculty library, and his daily work is nothing more than borrowing and returning books and sorting out the bookshelves. Work and family are two big mountains, few teachers have the habit of reading books, coupled with the lack of capital injection in the library for many years, most of the inventory is old books from more than ten years ago, the musty smell touches the nose, and there are very few people who come to borrow books, so that most of the semester has passed, Shi Jiamu has not known a few colleagues.

The situation changed after Chen Lian's arrival.

After entering December, the temperature plummeted, and several cold waves hit in succession, and the city of Surabaya ushered in the coldest winter in a decade. Mark, a foreign teacher at Songjiang Middle School, could not adapt to the wet and cold climate in the south and suffered an asthma attack, so he had to terminate his contract early and return to China for treatment. Mark's successor was Lilian Chen, a beautiful foreign teacher of British descent whose Chinese name was Chen Lian.

It is said that the first time Chen Lian came to Songjiang Middle School, it happened to be recess exercises, she stepped on the beat of the music and passed by the playground, almost all the students stopped their movements and saluted her, even the director of political education who has always been unsmiling.

This is the third time Shi Jiamu has seen her. The first time was on the beach in Brighton, where she faced the morning sun and chased the flying seagulls, and the second time was in the airport lounge, where she immersed herself in her own world and immersed herself in an English book.

At that time, he didn't know her name.

Director He of the Foreign Affairs Office received Chen Lian, and after a brief conversation, he handed over Mark's academic affairs to her, with 10 classes per week for students in the key class of the second year of high school.

Later, when communicating with the vice principal in charge of teaching, Director He was full of praise for Chen Lian's accent, which was elegant and pure Oxford, which stood out in Yishui's American language.

Since the day of registration, Chen Lian has become the focus of Songjiang Middle School, and her every move, smile and smile has touched the hearts of countless fans. What is surprising is that Chen Lian is not as amiable as other foreign teachers, whether she is facing students or colleagues, her attitude is indifferent, and she rejects people in a polite way.

Foreign teachers do not need to correct homework, there is no pressure of exams, 10 classes a week is not heavy, and Chen Lian has a lot of free time. She often came to the teaching library, wandering among the old books that no one cared about, borrowing books, returning books, and leaving silently.

For Shi Jiamu, every time she appeared like an epiphany, making the young heart tremble. But he was just a library staff member and never took the initiative to say a word to Chen Lian.

Because of Chen Lian's relationship, the library is obviously more lively than before, and there are often male teachers who appear in the library, hoping to say a few words to her. Their hard work was in vain, Chen Lian never pretended, and she didn't even want to hide her displeasure.

The arrogance of the British, the indifference of the British, and the rigidity of the British, these negative evaluations fell on Chen Lian, but they added a bit of mystery to her.

Chen Lian breathes new life into the historic Songjiang Middle School, and everyone is speculating about which lucky winner will melt the iceberg and win her favor.

The calendar turned the pages one by one, and it was the annual Christmas in a blink of an eye. For foreigners, Christmas is the most important festival of the year, equivalent to the Spring Festival in China, almost all foreign teachers return to China for vacation, only Chen Lian stays.

The student union carefully organized a Christmas party, and Chen Lian was a special guest, and she sang a familiar old song on stage with her usual indifferent attitude.

At that time, she was wearing a beige trench coat, which was well-cut, and the lights of the theater hit her, looking from afar, like an unreal dream.

"She is an angel who has fallen to the mortal world!" Someone couldn't help but mutter.

Shi Jiamu turned his head to look and saw the figure of Director He of the Foreign Affairs Office, with a gentle look on his face, staring at Chen Lian intently.

Her voice rippled in the theater, and Shi Jiamu held his breath and only understood the first two sentences.

Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

……

"It's time for me to brush up on my English......," he thought.