When I returned to the south, the indoor space in Guangzhou was as humid as if it was soaked in water. The stairs of the teaching building were covered with dirty shoe prints, and water marks were seeping on the wall, as if the whole wall was crying.

The weather is still gloomy. There is a mist like haze and mist floating above the sky, and there is no cloud.

It seems that the whole of Guangzhou has been covered with a layer of cool-toned filter.

In such weather, no matter how good the mood is, it will be infected by the scenery and add a little gloomy.

People want to close the doors and windows and huddle in the house all day long. Whether it is teachers or students, walking on the campus corridor, they feel like "the rain is getting heavy during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are about to break their souls."

But there are always some people who are unchanged. Even in such bad weather, they do not show any dissatisfaction.

Because this kind of person has never had any expression on weekdays.

For example, Zuocai.

So how to meet it?

It was lunch break that students flocked out of the classroom, squeezing the canteen like a can of sardines.

He Yu shook his head, silently picked up the blackboard wipe on the ground, wiped off the colorful blackboard books on the blackboard, put the textbook under his nose, and walked towards the office expressionlessly.

He never squeezed into the canteen, although there was a window for teachers. In the past, he would get up half an hour in advance, prepare two breakfasts, and bring a lunch box. But this habit was abandoned a year and a half ago.

Not having lunch means he has more meaningless time than others.

But this period of leisure itself is meaningless. He has no interests and hobbies of his own, but only endless obligations.

After going to the teacher's office on the fourth floor, there were very few people inside. He Yu sat in his seat and glanced at his watch:

12:06.

Half an hour left.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his dry corners of his eyes. When he put them on again, a person appeared in his sight.

He recognized that he was a new intern teacher, who had just graduated from college and was named Zhang Wenjing.

"Is there anything wrong? Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Wenjing put his hands behind her, her expression flashed a little, and she pursed her lips in a squint manner.

"That... Teacher He, I'm so sorry."

"I heard about you from other teachers. That box of chocolate...I was so misconsidered..."

She bowed deeply to He Yu.

He Yu was stunned for a moment, and could see that he was a little at a loss.

"Things are not."

"Otherwise, I'll give you some other food in the future?" Zhang Wenjing said, paused, and hurriedly added: "Everyone of our level teachers has a share, don't think too much..."

Her fingers that were tangled behind her were getting closer and closer, and her nails turned white. What were she thinking? - She said to herself in her heart.

She had never given any gifts to other colleagues. If Mr. He knew, she would have liked to dig a hole and buried her head.

But there is nothing between her and He Yu. She is innocent and can't just give gifts. If you really ask, you should have a clear conscience.

never mind.

She just felt guilty.

Zhang Wenjing bit her lower lip, feeling confused.

He Yu in front of him still looked expressionless, like a stubborn big stone.

"No need to worry, Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Wenjing was stunned. Although she had already prepared herself, had expected all kinds of performances that He Yu would have, and had rehearsed what she had to say during the meeting again and again - but when all this developed according to what she had expected without surprise, she still felt a little empty.

It was like breathless, it must have been affected by this bad weather.

But that's OK.

She had already expected He Yu to answer this way, and she also had a way to deal with it. She just needed to say it as she wanted and could still retain a bit of decency.

"It's okay... Then I won't bother you. I... go for dinner first."

He Yu nodded to her slowly and seriously:

"Thanks."

Zhang Wenjing took a step back, then turned around awkwardly, facing the door of the office.

There was no one else in the office. There was only the buzzing sound of the old air conditioner. She didn't know if He Yu was still looking at him. If so, it would make her back tingle and make her feel ashamed, but if not, what should she do?

She walked forward in a daze, countless troubled thoughts floated in her mind, like snow in the wind.

What should I do?

She doesn't know.

When she came to her senses, she had turned around inadvertently.

"Mr. He."

Her eyes were closed and her eyelashes were trembling slightly. She didn't know what she was thinking, but her mouth was saying:

"I know I might be a little bit meddling in other people's business... But it's been so long. You should always live a good life... I heard from other teachers that you never have the habit of having lunch... and they always ask you to do all kinds of things, the infirmary and the broadcast room... But this is not your obligation. Will you feel happy just by doing these things?"

He Yu opened his mouth slightly, his eyes no longer had focal length. But Zhang Wenjing didn't notice it, she just clenched her fists and continued:

"I think people always have to come out of pain... Two years ago, my grandmother passed away... I was also sad for a long time... But as long as people are alive, they have to go through these things. If they are unwilling to look back, they will never be happy in this life..."

"Mr. He... I'm really sorry... I'll say these words may make you feel offended, but every time I see you being ordered by other colleagues to do this or that, I feel really uncomfortable..."

Zhang Wenjing became more and more excited as she spoke, and her lips kept trembling.

"Enough."

She closed her mouth in surprise and looked up, but was even more surprised.

She clearly saw emotional fluctuations on He Yu's face, who had no expression in the past.

She didn't know how to describe such an expression, but—the very distinctive expression was a pain and sadness.

"Sorry. Sorry..."

He Yu said over and over again.

"I don't have time...sorry."

He moved his steps stiffly, walked past Zhang Wenjing, and snatched the door out.

Zhang Wenjing stood there blankly.

On the wall of the academy, the clock ticked.

12:17.

When I arrived at the radio room, there were more than ten minutes left before the school played the "Aria on the G String" for lunch break.

Operating a computer and playing a radio, what is the job that goes beyond work?

He came earlier, but he had nothing to do.

He locked the door of the radio room and sat in front of the computer chair, dazed and dazed.

From the window of the broadcast room, you can clearly see the scene of Hinaguang campus.

The eaves of the pavilion are dripping water.

Water drips into the puddles on the ground, dizzying ripples.

The puddle is like a mirror, reflecting the gray sky.

Some students were playing, stepping on the puddle, splashing white flowers. The laughter drifted into the air intermittently and couldn't hear clearly.

A dirty football rolled into the flower bed tremblingly.

The young light after the rain is not annoying. There is always the smell of soil in the air. The stray cats are curled up under the eaves, and the uneven school roads spread from one end to the other - connecting the lush green lawn.

In the stands in the playground, students in groups of three or three watched others play football with lunch boxes. The clumsy boy took off his school uniform and coat to put the girl beside him. Everything in his eyes was filled with a gentle smell.

He remembered a girl once told him that even if the world itself has no color, it is beautiful.

He Yu let out a light sigh.

He looked down at his watch, and there were still the last 8 minutes before "Aria on the G-string" sounded.

He turned his head and glanced at the locked broadcast room.

He slowly reached out and held the mouse.

Only the sound of the mouse buttons remained in the broadcast room.

The students on the playground were still rushing to play. When the radio sounded on time at 12:40, they had to go back to the classroom for lunch.

But today's broadcast rang a little earlier than usual.

The sound of electric current came from the speakers in the distance, and the students subconsciously came from the radio room, gradually becoming clearer.

"…The sound of 939 music will accompany you through this humid winter as always. I am Ashin, and welcome you."
To be continued...