Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 259 Lost after the rain
The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead foil lamp floats home alone.

Zhao Yun, who came down from the fourth floor, walked slowly all the way, looking at the world outside the window through the glass of the corridor.

The wind pushes evenly distributed rain, pushing it from a distance, and taking it to a distance, brushing it in one direction.

Zhao Yun stopped, looking at the majesty of the rain sweeping through the sky through the slightly foggy window glass, and listening to the crisp sound of the rain hitting the window lattice.

I really like listening to this kind of rain. It’s like listening to Rostropovich’s symphony orchestra playing Ravel’s music. With a light wave of the baton from right to left, the instruments of each group are followed by a row. The notes of the group of instruments are swept over quickly and lightly, forming a beautiful phrase.

Some music is in pieces and in clusters, and so is the wind and rain. It gives you the strength and weakness formed by the direction and distance, rather than the increase or decrease of the sound theory formed by the fixed sound pattern and position.Therefore, it is so vivid and flexible, full of three-dimensional and layered beauty.
I can't bear to let this rain stop, and I can't bear to approach the rain.But I just want to sit in the window and listen to it fluttering outside in the distance. When it gets closer, it gradually moves away, and then it sweeps another row, fluttering and drizzling.

It is conceivable that when they passed by, the rainy feet blown by the wind and the water mist splashed on the road were so ethereal and blurred.

Yanyan has no intention, and goes with the clouds on the west bank of Taihu Lake. The peaks are miserable, and it rains at dusk.

It was so cold that there were only a handful of people standing sparsely in the always noisy corridor. After seeing her, they immediately returned to the classroom.

In the entire corridor, in an instant, she was the only one standing in front of the window facing the stairs.

Zhao Yun smiled, and gently opened the window a little, the wind and rain came blowing in, very cool and cool.

Gently closing the window, standing quietly in front of the window, suddenly recalling the memories of many years ago...

Zhao Yun turned his head gently, as if 19 years had passed in just one turn.

Glancing at the watch on his left wrist, there are 2 minutes left for class.

He raised his hand and stroked it lightly. With his long hair blown by the wind, he changed into his usual calm smile and walked to the classroom of Class 5.

Ok?
Fang Di was taken aback for a moment, then quickly lowered his head, and pulled out a geometry book from the pile of books in front of him.

I read it wrong!
How blind are my eyes!

In a daze, he saw Mr. Zhao as Zheng Yifan!

Fang Di lowered his head, raised his head and curled his long curvy bangs.

Zhao Yun glanced at Fang Di, who lost his smile and lowered his head, and walked towards the podium.

Looking at the girls in the front row from the corner of the eye, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the classroom was a bit strange.

Is it because she looked at the rain that her eyes were blurred?
How do you feel, a trace of disappointment slipped across their faces?

After seeing her, the surprise turned into disappointment in an instant!
In her teaching history, she saw such an expression for the first time.

Could it be that this class is not her class?
Is it Kailing's or Xiaoyan's class?
Since the two of them came, she has fallen from the first favorite to the second.

Is it the fourth place now?
Zhao Yun paused for a moment, and glanced at the class schedule on the right wall: Saturday morning, second session, algebra.

That's right!

Zhao Yun looked around the classroom. There was no sound in the classroom. The girls in the front row with their heads bowed, and a few people in the back row occasionally raised their heads to glance at her, and then looked away.

What kind of expression is this?

Zhao Yun walked up to the podium, put down the textbook, looked around, and reminded, "This class is algebra."

Ok?Algebra?
Fang Di looked at the geometry book in front of him, then glanced at Zhao Yun, as if he had taken the wrong one.

Looking at the stack of books in front of him, he slid his fingers up and down a few times, and pulled out the algebra book.

Fang Di glanced at Zhao Yun on the podium, then glanced back at the clock on the back wall, and glanced twice at the empty front door.

Zheng Yifan probably won't come, there is still 1 minute to go to class.

Lowering his head, his eyes fell on the pale green letter paper on his right, and he forgot to call him just now.

What a mistake!

The "masterpiece" of my own class!

Could it be that you really have to send it yourself?
In this way, it seems that it is not impossible.

However, she is always a reserved girl.

What's more, she helped Zheng Yifan so much, for him, even the three views were distorted.

It's so cheap for him.

Fang Di quietly twisted the long bangs on his forehead a few times.

It's so cold!

Fang Di shivered slightly, and came back to his senses.

Well, the door is open.

Gently patted Su Keke in the front row.

Su Keke turned her head, huh?
Fang Di glanced at the front door, close it!

Su Keke: Don't you close the door now?

Without Zheng Yifan, the heavy responsibility of closing the door fell on her shoulders again.

Su Keke glanced at Fang Di, are you waiting for Zheng Yifan?
That's right, in fact, she also really wanted to know, is that person still coming or not?

Fang Di: Close the door.

What are you looking at her for?

Such an obvious meaning, do you still need to repeat it yourself?

The eyes flicked to the front door twice more, close the door!
Su Keke: Got it.

She would wait until the class bell rang before closing the door.

Su Keke took a deep look at Fang Di, don't worry!
Then turned away.

Fang Di: What do you want?
Is it so difficult to close the door?There is no such tacit agreement?

Suddenly remembered that the Chinese class was coming, no wonder Zheng Yifan went to close the door by himself.

Well, it turned out that he was not playing handsome, but for everyone's well-being.

Really, handsome guy is not easy!

They were all wrong!

Fang Di sighed softly, glanced at Su Keke, and then at Zhao Yun on the podium.

Is she going to close the door?Or wait a little longer?
Or wait for the class bell to ring before going.

After all, Teacher Zhao is not Teacher Ding.

Fang Di lowered his head, glanced at the algebra book in front of him, and carefully put the geometry on the pile of books.

He took out the stationery bag from the drawer, took out the fountain pen, and held it in his hand.

She still has to give Teacher Zhao face!

Fang Di glanced to the left of the classroom, and Xiao Lingzi was sitting upright, not to mention himself who occasionally passed in mathematics.

She was very clear about it.

Zhao Yun looked around, and the students who were sitting upright slowly glanced at the back wall of the classroom, and there was half a minute to go to class.

Smiling, he looked at the algebra book in front of him, "Okay, everyone, please turn the textbook to page 19. What we are going to study today is..."

Before the words were finished, a figure flashed to the front door of the classroom from the corner of the eye.

Zhao Yun smiled slightly. When he entered the door just now, he forgot to close the door.

This student is good!
Zhao Yun glanced at the figure at the front door of the classroom from the corner of his eye, and continued, "What we are going to study today is..."

Um?what's the situation?
It turned out that the eyes that were looking at her turned to the right.

This is just closing the door. As for, is it so attractive?

Zhao Yun scanned around, and there was a hint of surprise flashing through the little expression on his face?
Is it worth the excitement to close the door to keep warm?
She doesn't understand the world of young people?

What are you looking at her for?

Su Keke shut the door, is it so high-profile?

Or did Li Mengmeng wear make-up to close the door on a whim?
Zhao Yun turned his head slightly, looked at the figure at the front door of the classroom, and was stunned for a moment.

Who is this?

Not Su Keke!
It's not Li Mengmeng who loves makeup!

A handsome and young smiling face hits the line of sight, that smile is warm and vague, making people forget the rain outside the window, thinking that it is a bright and sunny spring day...

(End of this chapter)