Sadness begins with your name

Chapter 3
I am 14 years old and I am in the second grade of junior high school.The young aphids that were still sprouting in the body were flooded by a man named Lin Yuehe.

It can't be said that the heart is moved because he is knowledgeable and talented, or because he is too handsome.I even think that maybe it's just because there is always a faint smile on his face, and there is always a slight sadness in his eyes.And this touch of melancholy, which is difficult for ordinary people to find, was keenly noticed by me.

Oh, by the way, Lin Yuehe was my Chinese teacher. He was 33 years old when he taught me and had no wife.

The deepest memory is in a certain evening, late spring. There are especially many crabapple trees in the city of M, and every time this season comes, the flowers rain one after another, which is too beautiful to behold.That night, I was going home with Xiaonuan after school, but halfway she suddenly had diarrhea and left me to trot all the way back to find the toilet.I had no choice but to walk slowly on the road alone, stepping on the fallen flowers all over the ground, getting slower and slower.

At this time, the wind picked up, blowing the crabapple tree by tree, and the trembling water droplets on the petals splashed on my face. I stretched out my hand to wipe it, and I was a little crazy.

I just stared blankly for a while, but there were more and more drops of water. When I looked up, I realized that it was raining.

The mood of wanting to see Begonia drizzle was shattered by the crackling raindrops. I put my schoolbag on my head and hurriedly ran in the rain in embarrassment.

"Dingling, Dingling." The crisp sound of the bicycle stopped beside him, and through the pattering rain curtain, a familiar smiling man's face appeared in front of him.

Have you ever seen such a kind of person, fair, handsome, bookish, but not weak at all, there is no trace of time on the 30-year-old face, only the quiet beauty and deep charm accumulated by time.He often wears blue, pink or white shirts, short black hair, and when he smiles, the sky is full of sunshine after the rain stops.

But at that time, it was still raining non-stop.

Lin Yuehe was wearing a white shirt, crystal raindrops hung on his thick eyebrows and eyelashes, I took a peek and found that eyelashes were longer and thicker than mine.He put one foot on the ground, smiled like a clear spring and said to me: "Come, I will give you a ride."

Tianlan's "Forever" bicycle was very clean, so I jumped into his back seat after a little thought.This is a rare opportunity to get close to Lin Yuehe. The 14-year-old Bao Sha has never known shyness and reserve.However, when he got on the bike and said, "Hold on tight, get ready to go", I still couldn't help being a little nervous, and I didn't know where to put my hands.

He seemed to be drunk, his mood was very high, and his body also had a faint aroma of wine.Along the way, he began to sing against the wind and rain: I kiss you goodbye, in the deserted street, let the wind laugh at me and I can't refuse.I kiss you good-bye, my heart waits for sorrow in the frantic night...

That was the first time I heard Jacky Cheung's "Kiss Goodbye". The lyrics made me feel that my face was thicker than the city wall, and it turned red.

He took me to the door of the house in the direction I said, until I jumped out of the car and bowed to him, and quickly said: "Thank you, Teacher Lin." He laughed loudly.

"Seeing you drenched like a drowned cat in the rain, I was very kind. By the way, what's your name?"

Drenched cat.I frowned, expressing helplessness at the teacher's imagination.

"Class two and four, Bosha. Teacher."

"Oh, my student." Lin Yuehe scratched his head, and frowned his pretty eyebrows in confusion, but he didn't know, that frown and the gesture of raising his hand lightly touched my ignorant young heart.He who has always been wise seems to be a little silly at the moment, and even more so, he is very cute.

"I've had some wine, I'm sorry." He reached out and touched my head: "Bao Sha, I remember you. Go home." After finishing speaking, he turned and stepped on the bicycle, in the rustling rain, He went on singing "Kiss Goodbye."And I secretly fantasized that he was singing for me.

The happy mood along the way disappeared the moment I opened the door.

What appeared in front of me was a scene that has been common recently: the sofa is messy, debris is everywhere, and there is a mess everywhere.

My dear parents had just had a fight, and Ning Qinglan's cotton white shirt sleeves were torn off, dangling from her wrists in a funny way, her cheeks flushed with anger.As for Bo Yuntian, his tie was pulled loose, his neck and the left side of his face were scratched with bloodstains by fingernails.

I stood at the door dripping wet. The atmosphere in the 100-square-meter house was dull. They all turned their eyes to me, but no one could speak.

I walked straight across the living room without taking off my shoes, brushing their shoulders, soaking wet clothes and shoes on the wooden floor.

I walked back to my room and closed the door hard.

The door was closed, but it couldn't stop the quarrel outside, Ning Qinglan cried out in tears: "If you don't mention that thing back then, you will die..."

Bo Yuntian yelled something sullenly, I covered my ears tightly, but it still didn't work, I got up and turned on the stereo, and Jackson's song came out.

With the music, I buried my face in the quilt and burst into tears.

No sleep for one night.

I was late for school the next day.Running to the door of the classroom with red and swollen eyes, Lin Yuehe was standing on the podium giving a lecture on "The Peacock Flies Southeast".

"Report." I yelled.

He stopped, turned his head to see me, his eyes seemed to be lit up for a moment, and his expression softened.

"Come in. Bosha." He seemed to call out my name deliberately to show that he remembered what happened yesterday.

I moved the corners of my mouth to smile back, but my nose suddenly felt itchy. Before I got to my seat, I sneezed several times in a row.

There was a little laughter in the quiet classroom.

The loudest and most insane sound came from the back row.I glared at him bitterly, and saw Cheng Shanan wearing black short sleeves, sword eyebrows, and long eyes.

The girls in the class said he looked like a Korean male star, but I only knew that he was a well-known "ruffian" in the whole school.

"Laugh again and tear your eyeballs out!" I sat back ferociously, and the boy with short hair like a hedgehog was still grinning happily, as if I was a funny clown.

"Okay, let's continue with class."

I took out my book and sat upright, and just as I raised my head to meet Lin Yuehe's gaze, I was hit on the head by something.Cheng Shanan in the back row winked at me with a grin, motioning for me to pick up the things on the table.

Unfolding the ball of paper he threw, the two lines of writing were not as good as a dog crawling: "Beauty, if you have the ability to poke my eyes blind, or I will see you every day! Who made you so good-looking!! Haha!!!"

Shameless.

The most humble man is invincible. To deal with Cheng Shanan, a cheap man who enjoys teasing and teasing female classmates as the greatest pleasure in his study and life, my trick is to turn a blind eye. I just want to annoy me, so I invite him to the grove for a "discussion". It's not impossible.

Don't get me wrong, what I mean by "discussion" is fighting.

"Hey, hey." Seeing that I didn't respond, the guy suppressed his throat a little anxiously.

"The bride said to the government official: 'I am so grateful to you! If you see the record, you will see you soon. The king is a rock, and the concubine is a pussy. The pussy is like silk, and the rock has no transfer..."

Lin Yuehe's soft and friendly gaze fell on my face, I lowered my head, and went up to meet it again, accepting the slightest throbbing of my heart one by one.

The short ride in the Begonia rain seems to have created a subtle tacit understanding between us, even though it is so ordinary.I had a premonition that I would fall into Lin Yuehe's gaze, but in my spare time I had to start thinking about another question: Why hasn't such an outstanding man been married yet?

The troubles of adolescence are like the drizzle in late spring, if there is nothing, it is vaguely tugging.

(End of this chapter)