At the end of the corridor, Wen Qizhou leaned against the wall and tossed the wheel of the lighter, "clicking" to light the cigarette between his lips.

He took a shallow breath, slowly exhaled gray-white smoke, and glanced at Xie Changxiao standing beside him through the smoke.

"Do you have any classes in the afternoon?"

"There's a section." Xie Changxiao put the lighter in his pocket and looked at the rain and fog outside the window: "What were you thinking just now?" ”

"Huh?"

"I see your expression is very solemn."

Wen Qizhou paused for two seconds.

He didn't hide his inner thoughts: "I just feel that my recent life is too comfortable, so comfortable that it's not real." ”

"Indeed." Xie Changxiao also felt the same way: "Before this rain, I also felt that the past six months had not been real enough. ”

"Well, it's like a dream."

Now I woke up from the dream.

Wen Qizhou sniffed the acidic smell, detached from the mirror flowers, water and moon, and really felt what the last days should look like.

"Isn't it?" Xie Changxiao spread a paper towel on the windowsill to act as an ashtray, and occasionally shook off a piece of soot.

When the two cigarettes were burned, they pressed the cigarette butts on the paper towels and snuffed them out, and returned to the office without hurrying.

The acid rain continued non-stop.

As the sky grew darker outside, the students and teachers trapped in the school building became uneasy.

The teacher walked through the corridor on the first floor, walked to the cafeteria, picked up buckets of cooked food and returned to the classroom, accompanied the students to eat dinner, and then opened the books to teach them.

Teachers who are not scheduled for the time being stay in the office to write lesson plans, read books or chat to pass the time.

Wen Qizhou frequently looked at the time.

His absent-minded appearance fell into Xie Changxiao's eyes, Xie Changxiao guessed that he was thinking about Chi Yue, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Xiaoyue can't rain indoors." ”

"I know."

But he was still not reassured.

He kneaded his brows, suppressed the restlessness evoked by the sound of rain, and took a literary book to divert his attention.

"The rain has stopped!" At eight o'clock in the evening, a physics teacher walked in with a textbook and told them the good news.

"Really?"

"Look outside."

The math teacher opened the window next to him, picked up a flashlight and shone outside, and found that the acid Hugo had really stopped.

He asked, "Can we go then?" ”

"You can't." The physics teacher walked up to his desk and cleaned up his things: "The director said that the head teacher must wait for all the students to be picked up by their parents before they can leave work. ”

"Okay, I'll go to class." The math teacher did not complain at all, and walked out with his backpack and textbooks.

Not long after she left, Wen Qizhou and Xie Changxiao went to the junior high school and the kindergarten not far away, picked up Yunqi and Xunsong, and then drove two cars to the factory in District 4.

The SUV can seat seven people, and Xie Changxiao is responsible for picking up people from food processing factories and farms; Wen Qizhou drove the off-road vehicle and drove Yunqi and Xunsong to the gate of the textile factory.

He took off the car key, motioned for Yun Qi and Xun Song to sit in the car and wait for a while, followed the white wall outside the three groups of sewing, went straight to the last row, and found Chi Yue's figure.

"Yueyue."

A soft call came into the pinna.

Chi Yue turned his head to meet his gaze, and his beautiful face bloomed with a smile.

She picked up her satchel: "I'll come out right away." When the words fell, she called Wen Yaxian in the front row to walk outside the factory together.

Pan Mao, who had no intention of seeing them talking, paused on the bicycle and looked at Wen Qizhou inquiringly.

He stood there like a pine and cypress, his clear face and unconcealable noble temperament, as if pulling a gap between them, making him suddenly feel an unspeakable inferiority.

He looked at Chi Yue who walked out of the factory, happily threw himself into Wen Qizhou's arms, and his hands holding the car faucet couldn't help but tighten, and the last trace of delusion buried in his heart was forcibly withdrawn at the moment when they looked at each other and laughed.

Xu was that his gaze stayed too long, and he had always been keenly listening to the boat, and looked back in the direction where he was standing.

The two lines of vision met for a moment.

The innegligible sense of oppression swept towards Pan Mao, and he was shocked and dodged away.

Seeing that he was stepping on the pedals of the bicycle with both feet, riding uncomfortably around the off-road vehicle to the left front, Wen Qizhou raised his eyebrows slightly, and did not take his momentary weirdness to heart.

He got into the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator, ran over the puddles left by the acid rain, and drove towards the residential area.

*

Building C1, 823.

Chi Yue, who had taken a bath, walked out of the bathroom with a hazy mist, sat in front of the dresser, and wiped her wet hair.

She looked through the mirror of the dresser and looked at Wen Qizhou, who was ironing at the table: "Husband, I'm ready to resign." ”

"Tired?"

"Well, I don't feel like I'm uplifting."

Repetitive and uninspired work can really make people unmotivated, and Wen Qizhou can understand her desire to resign.

He put down the iron.

walked behind Chi Yue and gently took off the dry hair hat on her head: "Then I'll help you write a resignation letter later?" ”

Chi Yue nodded: "Okay." She looked up at Wen Qizhou, her apricot eyes bent into crescent moons: "I will rely on you to support me in the future." ”

A low chuckle came from his throat.

Wen Qizhou: "I can't ask for it." He leaned over and gave Chi Yue a kiss on the forehead, plugging in a hair dryer to blow her hair.

The sound of "buzzing" echoed all around.

He dried Chi Yue's hair, put his arm around her waist and walked to the two-seater sofa: "Wife, do you want to watch TV?" ”

"I kind of want to."

"Then you choose." He pushed the removable TV with a USB flash drive in front of Chi Yue.

In the process of selecting the play, Chi Yue opened a notebook, pulled out the cap of the pen, and slowly wrote a letter of resignation.

The rustle of the tip of the pen against the paper mingled with the opening song, and she glanced at Wen Qizhou, who was almost finished, and took out fried chicken and beer, and placed them on the coffee table.

Wen Qizhou tore off the resignation letter, folded it and pressed it under the iPad: "How long does it take for you to resign there?" ”

"A week."

"Won't you be able to leave next Thursday?"

Chi Yue's "um" sound.

She fed him a boneless chicken wing, leaned back on the couch, stared at the TV screen, and watched the show while eating.

As the plot unfolded, Wen Qizhou's attention was also attracted, and he chased Chi Yue until the early hours of the morning, then took her hand and lay on the double bed next to the sofa.

The night light goes out.

The room that fell into darkness returned to silence after he said "good night" to him.

In the middle of the night, it rained acid again.

The cold wind carried the raindrops, slapping on the doors and windows of every household, revealing the white belly of the sky, and it never stopped.

Residents who can't go out can turn off their alarm clocks, nest in soft quilts, and continue to sleep.

Wen Qizhou and Chi Yue are the same.

He slept with the person in his arms until noon, when he was woken up by a knock on the door: "Qizhou, are you up?" ”

"Not yet."

"Then you pack up and come over for dinner." (End of chapter)