Drunk in exchange for sleep under the moon

The class bell rang and the classroom fell silent.When get out of class was over, he was still able to make jokes, but in class, everyone behaved properly, and he dared to whisper what he wanted to say.There was a sound of writing at the bottom, and some students were stealing from Baidu. Xie Yanquan pretended not to see it. In fact, he couldn't see clearly even without glasses.

Clicking on WeChat, he asked in the teacher group [A new teacher came to the school? ]

The replies are almost always the same, "I haven't heard of it", "I don't know..." "Male or female?" "Why didn't I know that there is a newcomer at school?" Someone asked him where he heard the news, thank you Yan stared at the newly popped-up sentence on the chat interface, "I only heard that there is a Qingjiao who studied abroad, and he came back to communicate." After a while, he was distracted, and then slowly typed the reply.

[Xie Shi Jian: Can the school give you a preview of the next lecture arrangement? ]

Everyone's attention was on the lectures and youth education, so no one paid attention to the tone of Xie Yan's words. All kinds of news in the group spread quickly. Xie Yan quit WeChat and looked up at the classroom.

At first, I thought that he had arranged the quizzes in class, and the attendees should leave, but I didn't expect that person to sit in the last row without saying a word, and seemed to write a paper with the students.

Xie Yan sneered inwardly, and clicked on another WeChat group.

Posted an emoji dragging a 40-meter-long knife.

[Zhu San: Tsk, so angry early in the morning? ]

[Salted fish fat: Could it be that there was no sex last night? ]

[Brother Huan: Brother Yan should be in class at this point, right?late?Or being led to talk? ]

[Xie Shijian: The smile reveals mmpiu.jpg]

[Zhu [-]: Speak human words. ]

[Zhu [-]: Smile.jpg]

[Brother Huan: Please tell your story. ]

[Xie Shijian: Knock inside.jpg]

[Salted fish fat: ...]

Xie Yan didn't speak, and only sent emoticons.Zhu Sanyuan, they asked a few words and then launched an emoticon package. The four big men were extremely bored and childish and hurt each other in the group for a class, and Xie Yan's mood improved a little.

After class, I walked around among the students and didn't look much, just looked at the students in the first three rows.

Chen Huan was struggling with how to make the transition, when he saw him coming down, he subconsciously blocked the paper.

Xie Yan smiled: "What to block, it's not for me to see in the end."

Chen Huan's deskmate was unstoppable, and there was half a piece of writing on the paper, and the handwriting was quite neat, but the writing was a bit big. According to visual inspection, it was only 500 words at most, and it was still a long way from the progress of 2000 words.

Xie Yan sighed: "You people, it's fine if the white land is really clean in your class books, but your brains are white and clean when you write papers."

Chen Huan couldn't hold back a "puchi" laugh, Xie Yan knocked on his table, raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you laughing at, it's just like you're a dog crawling, five points will be deducted from the test roll first."

"Where is the dog crawling..." Chen Huan muttered in a low voice, "Ugly is ugly, but horizontal is horizontal, vertical is vertical, and you can recognize them together."

Xie Yan listened to Chen Huan's whispered rebuttal verbatim, and smiled lightly with his lowered eyes, and his tense face softened.Sometimes getting along with students is actually a very pleasant thing. They are still children who don’t know the sufferings of the world. They believe what the teacher says, and it’s really fun to make fun of them.

Walking around in the classroom, Xie Yan gave some guidance to the students. It was only when the get out of class was about to end that Xie Yan realized that the man in the back row had left at some point.

The study committee collected all the essays, and he flipped through them while putting on his glasses.

He has a rule for students to bring A4 paper in class, because it is convenient to take notes and organize homework.So when there is such a piece of paper with uneven margins torn from a notebook in a stack of A4 papers, it looks a bit eye-catching.

Xie Yan frowned and took out the page, his eyes fell on the inscription in the lower right corner, and his hand holding the paper tightened.

It's a thesis.

From conception to transition, the wording and sentences of the whole article are extremely brilliant. Xie Yan scanned the ten lines at a glance, and when he saw the last line of words, his whole body trembled with anger.

His fingertips turned white from excessive force, and he felt that even the punctuation marks were ironic. The whole article was written about the friendship in the poetry and wine culture.

All the students in the classroom had left, and he was the only one left at this moment, very much like the situation back then.He came back to his senses suddenly, let go of his hand and crumpled the whole piece of paper, then took the packed bag and walked outside the classroom.

Just like countless times when he finished class, he stepped off the podium and walked calmly.

Just throw the ball of paper into the trash can.

When he went downstairs, he dialed Zhu Sanyuan's number.

He was laughing, but his voice was cold: "Tell Ji Weiyang that if her brother appears in front of me again, I don't mind resolving the old grudges with him over the past few years."

"What?" Zhu Sanyuan didn't react for a while, and after a few seconds, he burst out with a "fuck", "Ji Baiyan went to find you?"

On the way, I happened to meet two teachers from the same department, Xie Yan smiled and said hello.Hearing them muttering that the youth teacher who came to exchange was only here to hold an exchange meeting to give an academic report, and did not arrange to attend lectures, I couldn't help but respond in my heart: "I should have been blind back then."

"What kind of monster is he again?" Zhu Sanyuan felt a little uneasy.

In fact, Ji Weiyang's identity is quite embarrassing. As the sister of Xie Yan's ex-boyfriend, she went around and became a signed writer of his magazine. Although she doesn't usually meet, it is inevitable to get in touch occasionally.

The news that Ji Baiyan was going back to China was also told by Ji Weiyang...

Xie Yan sneered: "He wrote a paper in my class."

"No." Zhu Sanyuan hissed in confusion, "Why did he go to your class to write a paper? Did he deliberately mess up?"

Xie Yan opened the car door and sat in, rolled down the car window, and took a cigarette out of the cigarette box: "Listen to the class?" He used interrogative sentences, then lit the cigarette and took a puff.

Zhu Sanyuan burst out a few foul words on the other end of the phone, and said in a sarcastic tone: "He doesn't have a brain when he goes out, does he?"

"No." Xie Yan took another breath of the cigarette, and let out a deep sigh of relief, "He doesn't even have any courtesy, justice, or shame."

Otherwise, how could he still have the face to write the closing sentence, "Green Ant's new fermented wine, a small red clay stove. It's going to snow in the evening, can you have a drink?"

absurd.

Between him and Ji Baiyan, all grievances and enmities have been completely wiped out, so how can we drink a glass of friendship.

……

The xylitol in the car was gone, and the smell of cigarettes on his body hadn't dissipated. After arriving at the hospital, Xie Yan stood downstairs for a while before going up.

But Zhao Wumian still smelled it when he got close, but he didn't push him away, but leaned closer to his neck and sniffed it, as if to confirm something: "Why are you smoking?"

Xie Yan let out a "huh", raised his hand and waved it in front of him twice, as if he wanted to dispel the smell of cigarettes, as if he wanted to dispel today's bad mood.

He still remembered the pretense of visiting the class today, so he licked his lips and asked, "Teacher, how is the situation today?"

"I'm going to do a ward round later." Zhao Wumian glanced at the dark red marks on Xie Yan's neck, stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, "Do you want to go and have a look?"

"Can I...can I take a look from a distance?"

Zhao Wumian patted his head, and took out a white coat and a medical mask from the cabinet next to him like a magic trick: "You can go to the ward round with me."

Xie Yan was stunned for a moment, knowing that there was no one else in the office, but still subconsciously looked around, rolled his Adam's apple a little nervously: "It's really good to use the public for personal gain like this."

"Hush—" Zhao Wumian stretched out his thumb and pressed his lips, and immediately sealed it, "Give today's little nurse on duty a break."

"It's like acting in a TV series." Xie Yan couldn't help laughing, "Doctor Zhao, why are you so cute all of a sudden."

Zhao Wumian seemed very dissatisfied with the adjective cute, frowned slightly, and then relaxed his brow helplessly, and handed the ward round record book to him: "Write down everything I say later."

Xie Yan picked up the pen on the table, as if he was about to write it down in the notebook, Zhao Wumian grabbed his wrist, without using any force, squeezed it lightly, and said in a more helpless tone: "You don't need to memorize this sentence."

Xie Yan leaned on his shoulder, laughing non-stop: "I'm kidding you."

Zhao Wumian straightened his body, put on the white coat for him with his own hands, and told him earnestly, "Follow me later and don't wander around."

"Good Doctor Zhao."

Even though he was mentally prepared, Xie Yan couldn't help but take a deep breath when he saw Ye Zhonghan lying on the hospital bed.

Ye Zhonghan retired early after the events of that year broke out in the literature and research group.Xie Yan came to visit, but Ye Zhonghan didn't see him behind closed doors. When he met him at school, he was like a stranger. He thought a little disheartened that maybe the teacher would never forgive him until he died. See you now... Although it was a stranger's Identity, but also a sense of trance and unreality.

Xie Yan still remembered that when Mr. Xie brought him to Ye Zhonghan and asked him to call him a teacher, Ye Zhonghan's expression on his face was critical and he refused to accept him as a student.

He was only a freshman at that time, and he didn't know how high Ye Zhonghan's threshold for accepting students was. He only thought that the scholars that Mr. Xie highly respected should have excellent knowledge.

Ye Zhonghan's knowledge is indeed good, but his temper is not very good, but after understanding his temper, it's not difficult to get along with, and he really never kept any secrets from Xie Yan, and taught him all he could.In the year of postgraduate entrance examination, Xie Yan stayed in the literary research group almost every day, reading all kinds of ancient books and learning all kinds of books.If there are questions in other subjects that he doesn't know, Ye Zhonghan will write him a note and ask him to ask a certain professor for advice.Others take the postgraduate entrance examination by immersing themselves in studying hard, but Xie Yan opened a cheat book, how could his grades be poor.

At that time, Ye Zhonghan was nearly sixty years old, and his body was still very strong... Now, it is past seventy.

"Aging is not a war, but a massacre." In this massacre, Ye Zhonghan, who knew astronomy from the top and geography from the bottom, and who has learned everything from ancient to modern times, was powerless to fight back.

The author has something to say:

Whisper

Just read the novel about pretending to be an intern doctor

I wrote it all

You can't mess around like this in a hospital.