After Escaping Marriage [GL]

The sun shines into the clear stream next to it, the pebbles on the bottom reflect the light, and occasionally there are two chirping birds in the woods. In winter, the leaves wither and the cold air kills.

The sound of cicadas in memory faded away.

Cheng Zhanxi's knuckles moved slightly, and he recovered from the momentary trance.

Cheng Zhanxi lowered his eyes, calmed himself down in the shortest possible time, picked up the brush again, and looked at Yu Qingtang in front of him.

She smiled: "Don't be so nervous, relax."

Yu Qingtang let go of the hand holding the hem of the clothes, and according to Cheng Zhanxi's instructions, either supported it on the bluestone slab, or put it on his lap, and finally decided to put it in front of him.

In all fairness, it is not in Cheng Zhanxi's habit to draw people's sketches from life in winter, or to improvise outside. Painters generally have to find models they like, agree on various requirements with the models, and inspire creative inspiration from the models, but since it is Yu Qingtang, all the rules can be broken.

Because Yu Qingtang had to maintain a posture for a long time, Cheng Zhanxi gently reminded: "If you are tired, you can tell me."

Yu Qingtang shook his head silently.

Cheng Zhanxi was in a trance again, she clenched her oil paintbrush and pulled herself away from her long-standing memory.

Watching Yu Qingtang think of other people is disrespect to her and this relationship.

but why……

She hadn't thought of the silent figure for a long time, but she was facing her...

Cheng Zhanxi closed his eyes, temporarily put aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, and devoted himself to the blank canvas in front of him.

***

At noon, the two went to Grandma Linxi's house for dinner. On the way, Cheng Zhanxi was absent-minded and almost stepped into the mud pit. Yu Qingtang pulled her in time.

"What's wrong?" Yu Qingtang asked with concern.

"It's okay." Cheng Zhanxi squeezed out a smile that was the same as before.

She sighed softly and focused on the road.

After a while, Cheng Zhanxi couldn't help but tilted his head and glanced at Yu Qingtang, looking at the profile of her face, as if trying to find traces of deja vu on her face.

Again, the time gap is too long. The memory of that year has long been blurred, and only a shadow remains. For Cheng Zhanxi, it has become an obsession. At this time, she regretted that she didn't find a camera to take a photo of the two of them, so that she could only guess with a vague feeling after many years.

Ask Yu Qingtang directly, "Are you Silent?" Of course not, she's really okay, if she's not... unless she thinks that the pursuit of Yu Qingtang isn't long enough.

Cheng Zhanxi immediately imagined a scene in his mind. Cheng Zhanxi: Are you silent?

Yu Qingtang: Who is Silent?

Cheng Zhanxi: I have a friend when I was young, and I have been looking for her for many years.

Yu Qingtang: Just friends?

Cheng Zhanxi: Yes.

Yu Qingtang: Do you think I look like her?

Cheng Zhanxi would not take the initiative to jump into this shocking pit if he had any desire to survive.

From the information currently available, it is more likely that Yu Qingtang is not silent. But Cheng Zhanxi did not easily dispel her suspicions this time. Yu Qingtang's sudden 180-degree change in attitude after returning home last time has left her puzzled. Combined with her erratic and sighing sentence at the end of the class meeting yesterday, "It's probably fate. "The "Blizzard" she put into her bedroom was full of doubts.

The two returned to the village, Yu Qingtang's long hair was ruffled by the wind, Cheng Zhanxi's fingertips brushed her forehead, and gently pinned the long hair behind the woman's ear, her fingers paused for a moment, and stroked the position behind her ear caress.

The two of them have behaved intimately recently, and Yu Qingtang is accustomed to her actions.

Cheng Zhanxi took off a black hair rope from his wrist, walked behind Yu Qingtang, and tied her long hair up for her.

Yu Qingtang lowered his head in cooperation.

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her fair ears on both sides, clean and delicate, with no traces of cochlear implants, and frowned invisibly.

"Okay." Cheng Zhanxi walked back and smiled at her.

Yu Qingtang took her arm.

There are few strangers in the village, so Grandma Lin Xi made a table of dishes to entertain the guests. The table is an old-fashioned Eight Immortals table. The four of them sit in four directions. Xiao Linxi is short, with only one head exposed while sitting on the table. He holds a bowl in both hands and uses a spoon to scoop rice into his mouth.

Cheng Zhanxi is serving her dishes.

Grandma Lin Xi said a dialect to Cheng Zhanxi.

Cheng Zhanxi: "?"

She smiled and looked at Yu Qingtang.

Local Yu Qingtang translated: "Grandma let you eat your own food, don't worry about her."

Cheng Zhanxi said, "it's okay, I like her."

She still served the children delicious food, Xiao Linxi blushed, looked at her and smiled, and was a little shy.

After eating, the two took a lunch break at Linxi's house.

Last time, Cheng Zhanxi didn't take a nap here alone, and now he takes Yu Qingtang, who slept in an empty room, Cheng Zhanxi sat on the edge of the bed and watched her sleep, and she was watching.

Yu Qingtang's hand fell on Cheng Zhanxi's palm, and her fingertips gently scratched her palm like a feather.

Cheng Zhanxi laughed: "If you scratch me again, I will fall asleep if you scratch me."

Yu Qingtang muttered to himself: "It's better to fall asleep." Cheng Zhanxi heard the outline clearly, and said softly, "It's not safe for us both to fall asleep."

Yu Qingtang said, "I know."

Cheng Zhanxi asked half-probingly and half-heartedly, "Do you want to sleep with me?"

The winter sun shines through the wooden window lattice, and warmly shines on half of the bed. Yu Qingtang is bathed in the warm sun. The person in front of her overlaps with her old companion. Her hand slowly slides from Cheng Zhanxi's palm to her wrist. nod.

Cheng Zhanxi lay down on her side, put one hand on her waist, went around and landed on her arm, patting lightly.

Yu Qingtang took the initiative to turn sideways, buried her face in Cheng Zhanxi's arms, and Cheng Zhanxi's hand fell on her back.

If it is now on the soft big bed at home and the time is night, Cheng Zhanxi might be distracted, but this is a simple village with hard wooden boards underneath. Cheng Zhanxi still has something hidden in her heart. The hand just paused, and gently patted the woman's back as if coaxing a child to sleep.

Yu Qingtang quickly fell asleep, but the man snuggled closer to her, her fingers hooked on the clothes in front of her, and she didn't let it go.

Cheng Zhanxi lowered his head and stared at her sleeping face without blinking for a long time.

is it you?

...

Yu Qingtang slept very well, and when she woke up, Cheng Zhanxi was still beside her.

Cheng Zhanxi was lying flat, while she hugged the other side's slender waist, her forehead against her shoulder. Yu Qingtang slowly raised her head and saw the woman's delicate chin line, ruddy thin lips, a straight nose bridge, and long curly eyelashes.

Cheng Zhanxi suddenly looked down at her if she felt something.

Yu Qingtang reacted faster than he realized, and buried his face in her arm again.

A laugh came from above his head: "What's wrong?"

Yu Qingtang said in a gruff voice, "No." There was a hint of shyness.

Cheng Zhanxi held up her face, and Yu Qingtang's black eyes looked at her for a moment, crystal clear.

Cheng Zhanxi was helpless, pinched the tip of her nose and said, "Wake up?"

"Get up." Having said that, Yu Qingtang still leaned in her arms and asked, "Aren't you asleep?"

"no."

"Do you want to sleep for a while?"

"No, I'm not sleepy." Cheng Zhanxi helped her to sit up.

Yu Qingtang slept for two hours, and now it's past three o'clock, it will be dark in another two hours, and the painting has not been finished yet.

Hearing that he was going to continue painting, Yu Qingtang stayed in bed immediately, and in turn urged Cheng Zhanxi to leave quickly, making people laugh and cry. Cheng Zhanxi did something wrong, and when he really set off, he walked very fast. Yu Qingtang was out of breath and couldn't keep up. He took her hand to make her slow down, Cheng Zhanxi slowed down, and in turn teased her: "Who made me fast just now? order?"

Yu Qingtang was so breathless that she had no time to refute her.

Cheng Zhanxi unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, handed her a bottle of water, and asked her to take a sip of water to moisten her throat before taking her into the mountains at normal speed.

"If we can't finish the painting, we will come back tomorrow. Anyway, there are two days off, so don't worry."

"Um."

The painting was really not finished that day. The two rested in the farmhouse at the foot of Xiufeng, and opened a standard room in the house where Cheng Zhanxi lived last time. I went back to the village on Sunday morning and finished painting Yu Qingtang in the morning.

When Yu Qingtang heard that it was completed, she moved her back, which was sore from staying in the same position for a long time, and walked to her side to look at the painting.

Yu Qingtang looked at it for a long time and gave an evaluation that made Cheng Zhanxi extremely uneasy.

"It's like me," she said.

Cheng Zhanxi looked up at her, his eyes locked firmly on hers.

Twenty-one years ago, the day before she parted with Momo, she had promised the other party to send her a painting, a painting that really looked like her.

Yu Qingtang seemed to be clueless, pointed to the canvas at his hand, and asked as usual, "Can you give me this painting?"

Cheng Zhanxi took away the look in his eyes, smiled and said, "Of course, I'll go back and dry the paint and give it to you."

At eight o'clock in the evening, the two returned to the famous mansion after having dinner outside.

They separated at the elevator entrance and entered the house individually.

Yu Qingtang stood at the entrance for a while, squatted down to change his shoes, walked into the bedroom slowly, and slowly opened the closet to reveal the safe inside.

Drop drop-

The safe was opened with the input of the correct password. Yu Qingtang took out a neatly folded piece of paper from the inside, and the drawing papers were unfolded one by one and laid out in front of him.

Twenty-one years later, the paper has already turned yellow.

A little girl with long hair, big eyes, a round nose, and a red mouth is drawn with crayons. Above the head is the orange sun, and one after another white clouds are imprinted in the blue sky. The whole painting style is very immature, and at first glance it is from the hands of children.

Yu Qingtang looked at the painting quietly, not moving for a long time.

***

2102.

Cheng Zhanxi called his friend who was a doctor while changing his shoes, and said quickly: "Xiaoqing, do you know an ENT doctor? A related expert can also help me to ask if it is possible to cure the deaf and dumb. Well, do you live without a hearing aid?"

The friend was still in the fog over there, Cheng Zhanxi changed his tune and said, "Forget it, you are too embarrassed. You can give me a contact information, and I will ask myself. The sooner the better, it's better right away."

Moji's friend: "...Okay, I'll ask."

Cheng Zhanxi hung up the phone and walked back and forth anxiously and quickly in the living room, his feverish mind slowly calmed down.

She rubbed her face and calmed down again to analyze.

Everything started when she saw Yu Qingtang yesterday morning and thought of being silent, and the guesses after that were all based on her preference for her to be silent, and the truth of the matter was not necessarily what she imagined. The world is so big, how slim is the probability that two people are the same person.

Cheng Zhanxi took a deep breath, inhaled, and exhaled.

I've been looking for it for more than 20 years, and it's not too late for a while, calm down, calm down.

Friends are very efficient, and soon sent the contact information of professional doctors.

Cheng Zhanxi poured himself a glass of water and felt that his heartbeat had returned to normal before calling the doctor.

The doctor asked, "Is it congenital or acquired?"

Cheng Zhanxi originally wanted to talk about Xiantian, but suddenly became uncertain. She was in contact with Silent for two months during the summer vacation, and she couldn't speak. Cheng Zhanxi knew very little about her.

Cheng Zhanxi: "Sorry, I don't know."

The doctor choked.

Cheng Zhanxi: "But when I met her, she was estimated to be about six years old. She should have been unable to speak or hear a voice, and she was very proficient in sign language. I just wanted to ask if she could be treated by surgery later. Or some other way to restore hearing and live a normal life."

The doctor said it depends on the cause of deafness. He gave examples of two types, and it is possible to restore part or all of the hearing through surgery.

The doctor also said that the sooner the deafness is treated, the better. If she can't hear since she was a child, the treatment effect will be much worse when she is six or seven years old. According to what she said, the possibility of this child being completely cured is very low, and he should need a hearing aid or cochlear implant to live, of course, not absolutely.

The doctor hoped that she could describe it more accurately, otherwise he would not be able to consult the doctor from the air.

After Cheng Zhanxi and the doctor finished chatting, sitting on the sofa, he kept rubbing the center of his eyebrows, his temples throbbing and hurting.

The phone screen lights up.

Cheng Zhanxi brought it over, it was her assistant: [Is Mr. Cheng free? 】

Cheng Zhanxi settled down and typed: [available]

The assistant called her to talk to her about her work, and asked her if she had enough waves and when she planned to return to Beijing. Several art dealers had asked her out many times. From the beginning of the year to the end of the year, she was not in the capital. Someone also asked the assistant Cheng Zhanxi in which city, and wanted to go to her directly, but the assistant declined because it was inconvenient for Mr. Cheng to meet people.

Cheng Zhanxi said, "Go back during the winter vacation."

assistant:"?"

Cheng Zhanxi converted the time in his mind and said, "It's almost mid-January."

The assistant said, "Okay, that's what I said to those art dealers, you don't want to piggyback on them." Although Cheng Zhanxi is not short of money, they are poor migrant workers.

Cheng Zhanxi: "No."

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Cheng Mo."

Cheng Zhanxi hummed absently, flashed in his mind, sat upright, and suddenly said, "What do you call me?"

The assistant was inexplicable: "Mr. Cheng Mo."

Cheng Zhanxi was silent for a long time and asked, "If I want to change a stage name, is there any trouble?"

assistant:"……"

Assistant: "Can I ask why?"

Cheng Zhanxi said, "...Let's talk about it later."

Assistant: "Okay, don't bother you anymore, rest early."

Cheng Zhanxi hung up the phone and sighed.

Yes, she suddenly found that she had planted a time bomb in Yu Qingtang. If Yu Qingtang is not silent, if she asks one day why you named it "Cheng Mo", Cheng Zhanxi will not hide her, but will only tell her truthfully that she has a good friend named Momo, another word in her stage name. It's her name.

What will Yu Qingtang think? She can be jealous even when she praises a three-year-old child, knowing that the stage name that has been with her for more than ten years, even if she is a good friend, can't be turned into a vinegar pot on the spot.

The new stage name is Cheng Qing? Sounds like a clarification, thought she had done something, not bad.

Cheng Tang? He also presented court evidence.

Cheng Yu?

What if she is silent?

Cheng Zhanxi's mind was a mess, so he simply gave up thinking, threw himself on the big bed after taking a shower, and closed his eyes.

Not long after, she suddenly opened her eyes again and took the phone to send a message to Yu Qingtang.

【Is Teacher Yu asleep? 】

After thinking about it all night, Cheng Zhanxi almost forgot his most important sweetheart.

Yu Qingtang replied to her in seconds: [Not yet]

Cheng Zhanxi's heart became very quiet all of a sudden, the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, and he asked, "What are you doing?" 】

Yu Qingtang leaned against the bedside in the bedroom and lied to her: [Lesson preparation]

Cheng Zhanxi typed without thinking: [I want to see you]

Cheng Zhanxi hurriedly sent out this line of words to delete it, and re-posted: [It's so late to prepare for lessons, if it doesn't matter, go to bed earlier, and I have to go to work tomorrow]

[Yu Qingtang]: Then what are you doing?

[Cheng Zhanxi]: I'm chatting with you, can I apply for a video?

[Yu Qingtang]: No more

Yu Qingtang is simply not used to it, if Cheng Zhanxi wants to meet, just open the door.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Then go to sleep, good night

[Yu Qingtang]: Good night

Yu Qingtang put the phone lock screen on the bedside table and closed his eyes to sleep.

They also rested in the village during the day. She took a nap, Cheng Zhanxi was watching over her, and she woke up in the woman's arms when she opened her eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi's gentle and focused eyes when he looked down at her repeatedly appeared in Yu Qingtang's mind, as if a wildfire was burning in her heart, making it impossible for her to fall asleep.

Yu Qingtang turned over, pulled the other pillow on the bed, and held it in his arms.

She divided her long breath into several vomits, stretched her brows and forced herself to fall asleep.

Cheng Zhanxi tossed and turned for two hours, but had no choice but to fall asleep in the old way. Taking advantage of the sage's time after exhaustion, his brain emptied and quickly fell asleep.

"I have a friend with insomnia" that she posted on the Moments at the beginning has truly become herself.

***

The two met at the elevator entrance early Monday morning, both looking out of spirits.

Yu Qingtang yawned, and Cheng Zhanxi hurriedly didn't watch it at first, lest he be infected.

In the elevator, Yu Qingtang naturally crouched on Cheng Zhanxi's shoulder to catch up with sleep. Cheng Zhanxi wrapped her waist around her and couldn't help half-close her eyelids.

Later, the expressions on the faces of the tenants who entered the elevator were copied and pasted. They were shocked, and then they pretended not to see and looked away.

Ding--

Arriving on the first floor, the two of them came out last.

Miss Xianyu at the front desk covered her mouth and yawned, her expression slumped, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Good morning, both of you!"

During the torturous two hours of waiting for her colleagues to change shifts every morning, what she looks forward to most is to see Miss Cheng and Miss Yu on the 21st floor. Who doesn't like to see beautiful sisters, or two royal sisters with different styles, double beauty Crit, watch once in a good mood for a whole day.

However, today she only saw Cheng Zhanxi's beautiful face, because Yu Qingtang's face was buried in Cheng Zhanxi's neck all the way, and she didn't even lift it up when she went out.

Miss Xianyu watched the backs of the two leave, envious.

By the way, when did they send wedding candy?

The cold wind in the community awakened Yu Qingtang's sleepiness a little. Cheng Zhanxi wrapped the scarf around her neck for her and asked gently, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Yu Qingtang said "um" with a slight nasal tone.

"Then we'll come back early at noon to make up for sleep."

"Yeah." Yu Qingtang tilted her head onto her shoulders again. Cheng Zhanxi straightened her chin and said, "Good, walk well."

With her chin pinched, Yu Qingtang looked up at her with clear eyes.

This kind of unconscious coquetry is the most deadly.

She didn't realize how destructive such a pitiful look was in front of a person who adored her.

Cheng Zhanxi was so softhearted that he immediately hugged her tightly and patted her on the back lightly.

Yu Qingtang put her eyes on her shoulder and hummed softly, "So sleepy..."

Cheng Zhanxi said, "Let's not go to school anymore."

"Going to..."

"Then we'll go later."

"I'm going to be late..."

Cheng Zhanxi coaxed her: "Can I carry you with me?"

Yu Qingtang suddenly stopped humming.

Cheng Zhanxi said softly: "I carry you?"

"Don't." Yu Qingtang stood up straight and said softly. She seemed to be dispelled by Cheng Zhanxi's words, so she took the initiative to put her hand in Cheng Zhanxi's palm and said, "Let's go."

Cheng Zhanxi could hear her hesitant movements, thinking that the day when she would carry Yu Qingtang back might not be far away.

Do it.

She also said this in a message last night. Cheng Zhanxi never expected such a soft tone. It seems that it is not far from the video.

Everything is developing in a good direction, and Cheng Zhanxi is in a happy mood.

The door of Class 17.

The little bunnies appeared one by one in the corridor and entered the classroom.

Cheng Zhanxi stayed by Yu Qingtang's side, looked at the vague figure at the end, and asked, "Is that from our class? Who is it?"

Yu Qingtang said, "Shi Keyu."

Cheng Zhanxi said, "Mr. Yu's eyesight is really good." She asked casually, "Is it congenital or deliberate training?"

Blind people's hearing will be sharper than normal people, and for deaf people who are born deaf or have lost their hearing since childhood, their eyes will also see farther than ordinary people.

Yu Qingtang said: "It's innate."

Cheng Zhanxi said regretfully: "I still want to know what training methods are available, there is no way I can do it."

Yu Qingtang calmly looked at Shi Keyu's figure walking over, and said lightly, "Your eyesight is normal, just enough, it may not be a good thing to be like me."

Cheng Zhanxi smiled and didn't ask any further, but she was trying to figure out what she said in her heart. Was she referring to a deaf thing or another unknown past.

Is this also a coincidence?

Shi Keyu approached and said hello obediently: "Hello, two teachers."

Yu Qingtang said, "Go in." He stopped her again and joked in a serious tone, "You didn't bring a comic book, did you?"

——Shi Keyu turned over a large-scale lily comic by her before.

Shi Keyu immediately shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, I will take the monthly exam soon, I don't have any thoughts."

Yu Qingtang: "Review well."

Shi Keyu: "I see, thank you teacher."

She walked into the classroom, turned her back to Yu Qingtang, and stuck out her tongue in shock.

Xiang Tianyou was not late again.

Yu Qingtang glanced at him with relief, Xiang Tianyou rushed into the classroom before she could speak.

Cheng Zhanxi looked at Xiang Tianyou's back and said, "If you smile at him one day, what do you think he will do?"

Yu Qingtang thought seriously for a moment, and said in a flat tone, "Try next time."

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her for a while in surprise, and smiled, "I didn't expect you to be such a teacher Yu."

Yu Qingtang looked at her and asked, "Who taught such a teacher Yu?"

Cheng Zhanxi said calmly, "it's me."

The two smiled at each other.

Cheng Zhanxi took her hand and put it in his coat pocket, and said with a smile, "let's go, go back to the office."

Classes and classes, school and school, monthly exam invigilators, hair curlers, all week by week.

Yu Qingtang was going back to her grandmother's house in the old city this weekend. Cheng Zhanxi took her to the bus stop and watched her get on the bus. Yu Qingtang sat in the window seat, looked at her through the glass, and waved at her.

Cheng Zhanxi smiled and watched the bus go away.

Instead of going straight home, she went to a bicycle repair booth on the corner of the street.

The old grandpa at the car repair booth was very happy to see her. The two exchanged a few words. Cheng Zhanxi squatted in front of him and slowly made a long sentence in sign language: Grandpa, the woman who often comes with me, Have you seen her before? Can she sign language?

The old grandpa put down the file for grinding the tires in his hand, thought for a long time, and gestured: I seem to have seen it, and it seems that I have never seen it.

Cheng Zhanxi stared at him and continued to sign language: She used to be a student here, do you... have an impression?

The old grandpa's cloudy eyes lit up, his expression became excited, and his throat was rustling.

The speed of his sign language suddenly became so fast that Cheng Zhanxi had to watch it without blinking to understand it.

The old grandpa said: I have seen it, she will, she used to chat with me often!

Grandpa said: She is back!

The old grandpa said again: She is much more proficient in sign language than you.

Cheng Zhanxi laughed, tears welling up in his eyes, and he said with sign language, "This sentence can go without saying.

The old man is also smiling, and every wrinkle is filled with joy.

Cheng Zhanxi went to buy two bowls of noodles, packed them, and ate dinner with the old grandpa before diverting back home.

In the evening, she called Mr. Qiu from the administrative department of the special education school and said that she would be a volunteer tomorrow, and she asked Yu Qingtang if she would go. The last time Mr. Qiu learned from Yu Qingtang that Cheng Zhanxi was indeed her friend, he answered smoothly: "Mr. Yu doesn't need to tell me in advance when you come over."

Cheng Zhanxi said, "Isn't she a volunteer?"

Teacher Qiu said: "Yes, no, she was here before I came to this school. I don't know the specifics, you can ask her yourself."

Cheng Zhanxi said, "Thank you, Teacher Qiu."

Teacher Qiu said, "You're welcome."

Cheng Zhanxi locked the screen of his phone, put his hands behind his head, and looked at the ceiling of the bedroom in a trance.

Saturday morning.

Cheng Zhanxi looked up at the nameplate of the special education school, took a breath, and walked in.

She played with the children all morning, and invited Mr. Zhao, who was on duty, to eat in the cafeteria at noon, and inquired about Yu Qingtang.

"I heard Teacher Qiu say that Qingtang has been volunteering here for a long time?"

Mr. Zhao drank the soup with a bowl and said, "Is she not a volunteer, a non-staff?" She laughed twice, and said, "She has been a volunteer since high school, and it has been ten years since she was free. Come here, do you think you can be called a non-staff?"

Cheng Zhanxi agreed: "That's really perseverance and love."

Teacher Zhao was silent, wanted to say something, and swallowed again.

Cheng Zhanxi confirmed to her, "Does Qingtang know sign language?"

Teacher Zhao said, "Of course, otherwise how would she communicate with the children, she used to—"

Teacher Zhao stopped abruptly and lowered his head to drink the soup.

The nature of their school is special, and what Yu Qingtang has studied here is also private, and it is not easy to say it casually. If Teacher Zhao hadn't had a good relationship with Teacher Wang, who had taught Yu Qingtang, she wouldn't know about it, and Teacher Wang had specifically instructed her not to tell others, and many new teachers in the school had never heard of it.

before?

Cheng Zhanxi looked thoughtful and asked, "Does she play with deaf children every time?"

Teacher Zhao was afraid that he would leak his mouth, so he answered cautiously, "Yes."

"Just play with them?"

"almost."

"Which teacher did you take her with before?"

"Teacher Wong."

Teacher Zhao suddenly raised his head from the soup bowl, his eyes widened.

Cheng Zhanxi's expression remained unchanged, as if she knew from the beginning that Yu Qingtang had studied here, and continued to ask politely, "Is Mr. Wang at school? Can you show me her?"

Coincidentally, Mr. Wang was not at school today, and Cheng Zhanxi decided to come again when she was here.

...

After exiting the gate of the special education school, Cheng Zhanxi did not go across the road to ride a motorcycle, but walked aimlessly along the road.

In the evening of winter, the twilight was dim, and the street lamps lit up early, dragging a long shadow behind her.

Cheng Zhanxi seemed to think about a lot of things, but also seemed to think nothing, and walked slowly with his head down.

She raised her eyes inadvertently, and saw an old lady walking out from the corner of the street with a bag. The bag seemed to be a little heavy, and half of the old man's shoulders sank.

Cheng Zhanxi took a few steps, stepped forward and said, "Shall I help you?"

Fang Wenjiao stared blankly at the beautiful woman in front of her, she seemed familiar.

She was the young man with the easel in the park.

Fang Wenjiao looked at her for a long time, lowered her eyes, covered her nostalgia and grief, and let her take the bag in her hand.

The two walked forward slowly.

Cheng Zhanxi was very worried and not in high spirits, so he did not take the initiative to talk to the old man. But she found that the old man seemed to know her and watched her quietly from time to time. Cheng Zhanxi looked at the old man's face, and had a vague impression, but she was too lazy to think about it today, so she simply let her thoughts dormant.

The two passed a long alley and stopped in front of an ancient house with blue tiles and white walls.

Fang Wenjiao opened the door, Cheng Zhanxi carried her things into the yard and put them down for her, then turned to leave.

Fang Wenjiao: "Come in and have a cup of tea?"

Cheng Zhanxi smiled: "No, thank you grandma."

As soon as her voice fell, there was a sudden sound of eager footsteps.

Cheng Zhanxi has turned around.

A voice came from behind: "Silence?"

Cheng Zhanxi froze.

Her eyes were wet without warning, her feet were in place, and she turned slowly.

The curtain at the door was lifted by a slender and fair hand, and Yu Qingtang in a black knee-length trench coat walked out of the room.

Yu Qingtang looked at her.

Cheng Zhanxi also looked at her.

No one spoke.

Twenty years ago, the wind went round and round, experienced a distant time, and passed through the small bamboo forest in this old courtyard, blowing in the hearts of the two.

Cheng Zhanxi's vision gradually blurred.

I met Qing Chu, who was originally an old friend.