Drunk in exchange for sleep under the moon

Zhao Wumian's hand was still pressed on the photo frame, his fingertips moved slightly, as if he had touched something scorching, he clenched his fist and withdrew his hand, his whole body felt like he had just woken up from a big dream.

He heard from Shen Xian that Xie Yan is a very smart person.He never coveted other people's hearts, and he hid his own heart so tightly that no one could peek into it.He also heard from Lance that Xie Yan is just a poor man who hangs himself on alcohol.

He had heard many people talk about Xie Yan, but they were all different from the Xie Yan he knew.The Xie Yan he knew was unrestrained and knew how to advance and retreat; he was gentle and patient, and enthusiastic; he knew a lot of truths, but he didn't live according to them. Good or bad, it makes his heart beat.

Xie Yan is indeed very smart, but also a jerk, hiding the truth in his jokes, true and false, deliberately teasing.He couldn't tell whether Xie Yan was joking or telling the truth, and he didn't know how to respond, so he took it all as a joke, but this time, he knew that Xie Yan was serious.

He can't take it as a joke.

Love is something that hurts the muscles and bones at the slightest, and shatters the soul at the worst. He has never tasted this kind of feeling, and he doesn't know how Xie Yan was hurt...

Has Xie Yan recovered?

Or, can he cure Xie Yan?

The answer, even he himself is not sure.

……

Xie Yan was originally prepared to be rejected, but Zhao Wumian remained silent.

The silence until the end made him feel a sense of frustration out of thin air.

After returning home, he found the lobular red sandalwood that he had neglected for a while, probably because he hadn't played for a long time, so the beads seemed a little listless.

Same as him.

He rolled the round bead on his fingertips and stared blankly for a while.

Later, he put on the bracelet again, but the bracelet can be played again, how to reset his heart?

He no longer goes to the bar. Every day in the classroom, the library, at home, three o'clock and one line.

When he came home on the weekend, he was in a badly adjusted condition.

The most famous middle school in Z City is Qinghe Middle School, which is located in Qinghe District, surrounded by mountains and rivers.His parents are teachers of Qinghe Middle School, and their home is Qinghe Yayuan at the back door of the school. From Z University to Qinghe District, it spans three districts, and it takes more than two hours to drive.

He parked the car in the underground garage, went around to the supermarket at the gate of the community, and was going to buy a pack of cigarettes to smoke before going upstairs.

Yu Hua didn't allow him to smoke, and the addiction came up again. He couldn't bear it after rolling around the bracelet, thinking that he should smoke one secretly, just one.

He opened a cigarette just after paying the bill, and before he lit it, he saw Xu Xian walking towards Yayuan with vegetables, his heart moved, the cigarette was directly held in his hand, and he rushed up .

"Teacher Xu."

"Xiaoyan?" Xu Xian, who turned his head around Xunsheng, was a little surprised to see him, "Will you go home to see Teacher Xie on weekends?"

"Yeah." Xie Yan stood beside her, adjusted his pace, and walked unhurriedly with her to the family courtyard, "Ms. Xu just finished shopping for vegetables."

"Yeah, I'm the only one at home, so I just bought some." Xu Xian is already in his forties this year, and has never remarried after the divorce, living alone.

Xie Yan's impression of her is still more of the beautiful female teacher who only married and moved to Yayuan when he was in junior high school.

In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed by.

"Ms. Xu..." Xie Yan licked his lips, feeling a little nervous about what he said next, "Do you still remember that there was a student named Zhao Wumian in your class?"

"Level 03, Zhao Wumian." Xu Xian smiled, "It's hard to forget a student."

When she was talking, she raised her free right hand and pinned her hair behind her ear: "The last time Teacher Yu asked in the group, it turned out to be for you."

"Yes." Xie Yan scratched his hair, as if he was back in the past, a student who was caught in the wrong place by the teacher, a little embarrassed, "I want to ask about him."

"Anything is fine. Teacher Xu, can you tell me?"

Xu Xian glanced at him with deep meaning: "Zhao Wumian, but my favorite student, you asked me, a teacher, about him, and came here empty-handed?"

Xie Yan was speechless for a while: "Then I..."

"I'm just kidding you." Xu Xian glanced at him with a smile, "I'm just surprised, haven't you seen Wumian's name on the school's honor roll?"

"When he was admitted to Qinghe, he was No. 1 in the city. Later, he took the major and minor exams. Except for the mid-term exam that he missed, he has never been in the top three in the grade. He has good grades and looks good. Sometimes, there are always little girls in the grade who come to the class one after another to visit."

"He is also very good at sports. He is often borrowed by other classes to play games with the school team. In the second year of high school, the school reduced everyone's physical education class, and changed it from three days a week to two. He had to resign from the position of monitor to become a sports teacher Committee member, he told me a class about the importance of physical health to a high school student, and the teachers in the entire office were dumbfounded by what he said."

Xie Yan was a little surprised when he heard this... It's hard to imagine that Zhao Wumian was still so impulsive.

When Xu Xian said this, Zhao Wumian, who looked like a teenager, appeared in front of his eyes, standing upright and arguing with a group of teachers, and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "His mother taught him very well, just compared with his peers. , he is too old and mature, but this incident surprised me, and I once suspected that he was instigated by Shen Xian."

"Oh, Shen Xian is also in my class, and has a good relationship with Wumian. But he has a temperament of jumping up and down, and I don't know how the two of them got together."

Hearing Shen Xian's name, Xie Yan asked casually: "Has he and Shen Xian always had a good relationship?"

"I remember that they had a very good relationship in the first year of high school." Xu Xian thought for a while, and said, "It's not surprising, Shen Xian has a good relationship with most of the people in the class."

"Zhao Wumian's temperament has always been a bit unpredictable. Later...some things happened in his family, and his temperament changed a lot. He became quiet, even a little autistic, which gave me a headache for a long time. .”

"In the year of the college entrance examination, he was actually the No. 2 student in the city's science department. However, the reporter refused to interview him, so this matter was not reported in the newspaper. Instead, it was reported as No. [-]. He didn't care if someone spread falsehoods."

"Everyone thought that with such a high score, he should be able to apply for the first school, but he did another thing that caught everyone's eyes."

Xu Xian sighed lightly, and seemed to feel a little pity: "He reported to K City Medical University."

It's not that K City Medical University is not good, K Medical University is the highest institution of medicine in China, but at the same time, K Medical University also has a very perverted rule - eight years of continuous undergraduate, master and doctoral studies.

Of course, those who can graduate have a bright future, and there are also many people who cannot graduate.

With Zhao Wumian's score, if he doesn't insist on studying medicine, he can go to a better university and a better major, and his future is also limitless. There is really no need to waste eight years of youth on studying medicine...

Hearing Xu Xian's regretful tone, Xie Yan felt a little grievance for Zhao Wumian. He endured it, but couldn't help it: "K City Medical University is also very good. He is a very good doctor now."

Hearing what he said, Xu Xian froze for a moment: "Is that so..."

"I haven't heard much about him since then." Xu Xian looked a little lonely.

Xie Yan has seen this kind of look a lot, sometimes when students come to visit his parents, or when students come to visit his grandfather in the old house, he often sees this look when the students leave.

In comparison, his teaching experience is still too short, and he can't empathize with the loneliness of witnessing the students leaving after their entire youth. Those youthful spirits were sent away by the teachers themselves, and at the same time, they are also long-lasting...

Xie Yan smiled, making his tone sound a little brisk: "It's easy for Mr. Xu to see him, he's in the city hospital, cardiothoracic surgery..." Suddenly, he realized that he was a bit imprecise in saying this, and he just said that. Silent... How can anyone persuade people to go to the hospital.

Xu Xian knew that he had no other intentions, so he didn't think much about it. He just smiled and replied, "It seems that next time I go to the hospital for a physical examination, I can go to the cardiothoracic surgery department."

Xie Yan laughed twice, and then remembered the exam that Zhao Wumian was absent from: "You said that he missed a midterm exam, it was...why? Could it be that what happened with his family..."

"That was the last semester of the third year of high school." Xu Xian was silent for a while, as if he was recalling, but also seemed to be thinking about how to start, "His mother was seriously ill. At first, he only took a few days off. ...his mother passed away..." The leave requested changed from a few days to half a month.

"Did you die of illness..." Xie Yan's tone was a little hesitant, feeling that he shouldn't know so much, but he couldn't help but want to spy on the past that he had never participated in.

Xu Xian nodded, just in time to go downstairs, she had to go home to cook, so she told Xie Yan: "That's all I remember, it's been so many years." She shook her head and said with emotion, "Old man Yes, my memory is bad, and after a few years, I will remember even less."

"How could it be." Xie Yan sent her to the stairs, and then stopped, "The students will remember."

"You only remember the sweetest or sourest peaches and plums in the world, but the fruit on every tree remembers you, the flower grower."

Xu Xian was amused by him: "Okay, let's not talk, I'll go back and cook first."

"Then I'll go back first." Xie Yan bowed his lower body, "Thank you for telling me so much today."

Watching Xu Xian go upstairs, he let go of his hand belatedly. The cigarette paper in his hand had been crushed, and the grass leaves scattered in his hand, and the smell of tobacco could be smelled from his fingertips.

He threw the cigarette into the trash can on the side of the road, twisted his palms, and walked towards his apartment building.