Chapter 55 Chapter nine

Two zero one two. In the coldest month of January, the pipeline project at Nanming Road was protracted. Everyone knew that it was tricky, and students and teachers complained.Ouyang Xiaozhi took the subway to go to class, and she was about to be late when she got out of the station. Someone got into a black car ahead of her, and she rushed over and waved, "Wait for me!" The car door opened, revealing a boy's face - Si Wang from Class One (2) of Nanming Middle School. Xiao Zhi sat in and smiled awkwardly: "Student Si Wang, I'm so sorry!" The black car drove across the almost icy Nanming Road, Xiao Zhi kept rubbing his hands against the cold, the boy said to the driver in front, "Can you turn on the air conditioner?"

"It's only a few minutes away? The air conditioner has not heated up yet." "Forget it, I can hold it back." Xiaozhi's face became even paler, and the hot air from her mouth was on him, as well as the fragrance in her hair, "Thank you!" When getting off the bus, Xiao Zhi whispered in his ear: "It's not a good thing to be late, don't tell other students!" Teacher An was waiting for her at the gate of the school. This political teacher was not married yet, but he was a good-looking person. He called out nastyly, "Xiaozhi." This kind of address makes her feel very embarrassed. No matter the teacher or her classmates, everyone calls her Teacher Ouyang. It seems that the word "Xiaozhi" is an exclusive term buried in high school.

"Good morning, Teacher An." "Have you eaten breakfast?" It turned out that he had already prepared breakfast. "Oh, thank you, I'm really hungry." She took Teacher An's breakfast snack, and the two walked into the school gate side by side, while Si Wang stood outside, blowing the cold wind below zero degrees Celsius. Xiao Zhi turned her head and said loudly: "Student Si Wang, come in quickly, don't be late for class!" Teacher An likes Ouyang Xiaozhi, and almost the whole school knows it. The male teachers are naturally jealous, but the female teachers express their blessings. After all, she only looks young. In fact, it is very difficult for a 35-year-old leftover woman to find a home.His family conditions are also good, he lives in a high-end residential area near Nanming Road, and it is said that he is related to the principal.

The first period was political class. Teacher An noticed that Si Wang had deserted, and suddenly asked him to get up to answer questions.The students were about to watch his jokes, but they did not expect that Si Wang's answer was unusually fluent, accurately stating the similarities and differences between Marx and Hegel, and also talked about Spinoza's monism and Kant's proposition of "what is man" .Teacher An was dumbfounded. He couldn't answer this question, so he could only say in a strange way: "Student Si Wang, you like reading extracurricular books very much."

In the afternoon, although the final exam was approaching, the literature club of Nanming Middle School was active as usual, and Ouyang Xiaozhi was the instructor. In 1995, the instructor of the Literature Club was Shen Ming. One time he took out a Li Qingzhao poetry appreciation book and said that he knew she liked Yi An's Ci very much, so he bought this hardcover book for her—this is what Xiaozhi received from him. first gift. "Student Si Wang, are you distracted? Don't worry, we are a literature club, not a class. I heard from my classmates that you can recite a lot of classical poems. How about Li Qingzhao's?"

"How deep is the courtyard, the cloud window and the misty pavilion are often closed, the willow shoots and plum calyx gradually become clear, the spring returns to the moling tree, and the old man builds a healthy city. Feeling the moon and the wind, there are so many things, and now I am old. Cheng, who is pity and haggard is more withered, trying the lamp is meaningless, and stepping on the snow is not in the mood. " Si Wang didn't pause at all, and directly recited the song "Linjiang Immortal", and the students whispered in surprise. "Okay..." Xiaozhi flipped through the book subconsciously, and she couldn't recite the poem completely, so she nodded and praised intuitively, "It's amazing!"

After the literature club activities were over, Si Wang had just rushed out of the classroom when she called out from behind: "Student Si Wang, wait for me." Xiaozhi followed him into the playground, the ground was covered with thick frost, and there was no one around.He had nothing to say in front of the female teacher, he kept his head down and hurried on his way.She couldn't keep up, so she blamed: "Where are you going?" Stopping, it is already the corner of the playground, the row of flower walls that were once full of roses has long been bleak. "Si Wang, you are such a strange student."

Both teachers and classmates say so.The first half of the first year of high school is almost over, and he is still out of tune with his classmates, and has nothing to say to his dormmates.It is said that a girl sent him a text message, inviting him to go out to watch a movie on weekends, but he never replied. "Please answer a few questions for me - what is your father's occupation?" "He? He's just an ordinary person with no culture. He's on business trips all year round." "where is your mom?" "Opened a small bookstore." "No wonder, you have read a lot of books since you were a child."

"It's a small bookstore. It's just across from my former junior high school. It sells comics, minimal novels, teaching materials and so on." He finally became fluent. "Student Si Wang, what I mean is that you have a solid foundation in classical literature. I think it's because of your family background." "No." He spread his hands, "Not at all!" "Sorry, I'm just very curious about you." Xiaozhi has reason to be curious. Shen Ming also recited Li Qingzhao's "How Deep is the Courtyard" just now in front of her.

When I walked to the school gate, it was dark early in winter, and it was completely dark after five o'clock.Another gust of cold wind blew, and snowflakes fell all over the sky. She waved her hand and said, "Si Wang, you should go back quickly, the teacher is home from get off work." It just so happened that Teacher An appeared at the door and came over to talk to Xiaozhi, and Si Wang stepped back silently. "Xiaozhi, have you made up your mind?" "Sorry, I want to go home early tonight, let's have dinner together when I have a chance." "Oh, what a pity, I've already ordered that Japanese restaurant."

Teacher An's expression was rather disappointed, and he looked around again, probably to see if anyone came to pick up the twigs? In the end, he saw Si Wang. It was too dark to see his expression clearly. It can be imagined that it was the same as the political class in the morning, but he smiled at Xiaozhi and said, "It's okay, Xiaozhi, then you should be careful on the way home! Goodbye." The stronger the westerly wind and the thicker the snow, Twig raised his collar to put his long hair in, and stood trembling on the side of the road. A red Elantra stopped in front of her, with the window rolled down, it was the driver of the black car, beckoning, "Come on!" Just as Xiaozhi was about to open the car door, Si Wang grabbed her arm, and she turned around in surprise: "What's wrong?" "Don't go up!" "Student Si Wang, why?" She was completely fooled, and she never thought that he, who was always shy, would simply and roughly grab her arm. "Intuition - there is a problem!" Looking at the driver again, he also looked innocent.There happened to be a teacher coming out who also wanted to take a black car. Xiao Zhi took a step back in embarrassment, opened the car door and said, "Teacher Wang, you should get in first." "thanks." When the teacher got on the bus, she looked at Xiaozhi with strange eyes—her hand was still being held by the male student. The black car disappeared in a flash, and she and Si Wang stayed in the snowstorm. "Sorry." Only then did he let go of his hands, and Xiaozhi immediately hugged his shoulders tightly and said coldly: "What do you want to do?" "Don't you think there's something wrong with that driver?" "Well, it's not good to take a black car. It operates illegally, disrupts the market, and is dangerous. I haven't fulfilled my duty as a teacher. I promise you that I will never ride a black car again." Xiaozhi rubbed her arms, "It's good for me. It hurts." "I……" "Forget it, I don't blame you, don't do this in the future." Xiao Zhi let out a cloud of white air, "However, Si Wang, thank you for caring about me!" She stood on the side of the dirty road, and there was no shadow of half a car in front or behind: "Forget it, I'd better walk to the subway station, goodbye!" The night fell on the muddy road, and the construction machinery that excavated the road.After walking a few steps, Si Wang rushed to her side: "I'll take you there." "No, go back to school quickly, or the food in the cafeteria will be cold." "The security around here is not very good, I don't worry about letting you go alone." This sentence made her a little embarrassed, but she couldn't refuse the student's kindness: "This... okay!" In the dark night, Nanming Road is no longer what it used to be.Si Wang didn't say a word, Lian Tian Feixue kept rushing to his eyes, gradually blurring his vision, but fortunately there were still street lights on, casting their shadows on the white snow. Pass the path leading to the Witch's Quarter, sandwiched between two buildings under construction, winding to the corner of the abandoned factory building.Ouyang Xiaozhi stopped, and could almost see the remaining chimney.Suddenly, it was no longer possible to take even a step inward. "What are you looking at?" "Oh it's all right!" "I heard——there is a place called the Witch's Quarter." This was the first time Si Wang said these three words to her, and Xiao Zhi's complexion changed from pink like frozen radish to white like death. "You?" She quickly adjusted her expression, "I heard it from a senior student, right?" "In 1995, a male teacher died in this witch's quarter on the eve of the college entrance examination." Not daring to meet his gaze, she turned her head to look at Nanming Road and said, "In 1995, I was also studying at Nanming High School, and I took the college entrance examination that year—the teacher you mentioned is my head teacher." "Have you been there too?" "It's best not to ask this question! He was killed." "Who is the murderer?" "I don't know, I heard that the case hasn't been solved yet, so—Student Si Wang, please don't mention this place again, let alone walk into this path. I'm here for your safety, you know?" She continued to walk forward, never looking back, Si Wang followed beside her, snotted by the wind. "Go back, don't catch a cold." "It's okay, I'll take you to the subway station." "Student Si Wang, let me ask you a question - why don't you call me Teacher Ouyang, and just say 'you' every time, it doesn't sound very polite." "Sorry, Twig." small... branch... "The one who should say sorry is me! You are a special child, and your natural expressions and communication methods are also different from ordinary people. How can I force you to speak according to our habits? Maybe in your eyes, the so-called 'respect the teacher' , is the hypocritical red tape." When the subway station arrived, there was a thin layer of snow on the ground. The boy waved his hand and said, "Be careful on the road!" "Thank you, Siwang!" Since Si Wang didn't call her "teacher", she also deleted "classmate".