Chapter 133: Watching the Drama Downstairs (Part 1) - Forget
The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead foil lamp floats back alone.
Zhao Yun walked down from the fourth floor slowly, looking at the world outside the window through the glass in the corridor.
The wind pushes the rain with even weight, pushing it from a distance, and then carries it further away, brushing it in one direction.
Zhao Yun stopped and looked at the spectacular rain outside through the slightly foggy windowpane, and heard the crisp sound of rain hitting the window panes.
I really like listening to this kind of rain. It's like listening to Rostropovich conducting the symphony orchestra to play Ravel's music. With a slight wave of the conductor's baton from right to left, the instruments in each group follow the previous one in a row.
The notes of the group of instruments are swept over quickly and lightly to form a beautiful phrase.
Some music is composed in pieces and strings, and so is Wind and Rain. What it gives you is the strength and weakness formed by direction and distance, rather than the increase or decrease of sound theory formed in fixed sound patterns and directions. Therefore,
It is so vivid and flexible, full of three-dimensional and layered beauty.
I don't want to let the rain stop, and I don't want to get close to it. I just want to sit inside the window and listen to it outside in the distance. When I get closer, it gradually leaves, then gradually moves away, but then it sweeps back again.
One row, Xiaoxiao and Xixixi.
You can imagine how ethereal and blurry the raindrops blown by the wind and the mist splashing on the road looked when they passed by.
The swallows and geese are careless, following the clouds on the west bank of Taihu Lake, counting the peaks in poverty, and reading about the dusk rain.
It was so cold that a handful of people stood sparsely in the always noisy corridor. After seeing her, they immediately returned to the classroom.
In the entire corridor, she was the only one left in an instant, standing in front of the window facing the stairs.
Zhao Yun smiled and gently opened the window a little. The wind and rain blew against his face, making it very cool and refreshing.
I closed the window gently and stood quietly in front of it, suddenly thinking of memories from many years ago...
Zhao Yun turned his head gently, as if nineteen years had passed just by turning around.
I glanced at the watch on my left wrist and saw that there were still two minutes left for class.
I straightened my hair gently, put on my long hair that had been blown by the wind, put on a breezy smile, and walked to the classroom of Class 5.
Um?
Fang Di was startled for a moment, then quickly lowered his head and pulled the geometry book from the stack of books in front of him.
Wrong!
My eyes are so blind that I suddenly thought Teacher Zhao was Zheng Yifan!
Fang Di lowered his head and raised his head to twist his long, curved bangs.
Zhao Yun glanced at Fang Di, who suddenly lost his smile and lowered his head, and walked towards the podium.
With his peripheral vision scanning the girls in the front row, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the classroom was a little strange.
Was it because she looked at the rain that her eyes were blurred?
Why did they feel a trace of disappointment slipping across their faces? After seeing her, their surprise turned into disappointment in an instant!
This is the first time in her teaching history that she has seen such an expression.
Could it be that this class is not her class?
Is it Kai Ling’s or Xiao Yan’s class?
Since the two of them came together, she has fallen from being the most popular to being the second favorite. Could it be that now she is ranked fourth?
Zhao Yun paused for a moment and glanced at the course schedule on the right wall: Algebra, second period, Saturday morning.
That’s right!
Zhao Yun looked around the classroom. The classroom was completely silent. The front row had their heads lowered. A few people in the back row raised their heads and glanced at her, then looked away.
What kind of expression is this?
Zhao Yun walked up to the podium, put down his textbook, looked around, and reminded, "This class is algebra."
Hmm? Algebra?
Fang Di looked at the geometry book in front of him, glanced at Zhao Yun again, and took the wrong one.
He looked at the pile of books in front of him, slid his fingers up and down a few times, and pulled out the algebra book.
He glanced at Zhao Yun on the podium, then looked back at the clock on the back wall, and then glanced at the empty front door.
Zheng Yifan probably won't be here, class starts in one minute.
Fang Di lowered his head and his eyes fell on the light green letter paper on his right. He had forgotten to call him just now.
What a mistake!
The "masterpiece" of my own class!
Is it possible that I really have to deliver it myself?
This, it seems, is not impossible.
However, she is always a reserved girl.
What's more, she helped Zheng Yifan so much that her outlook on life was distorted because of him.
It really gave him an advantage.
Fang Di quietly twirled a few strands of long bangs on his forehead a few more times.
It's so cold!
Fang Di shivered slightly and came back to his senses.
Well, the door is not closed.
He gently patted Su Keke in the front row.
Su Keke turned around, huh?
Fang Di glanced at the front door and closed it!
Su Keke: Why don’t you close the door now?
In Zheng Yifan's absence, the heavy responsibility of closing the door fell on her shoulders again.
Su Keke glanced at Fang Di, are you waiting for Zheng Yifan?
Yes, she actually wanted to know whether that person was coming or not?
Fang Di: Close the door.
What are you looking at her for?
With such an obvious meaning, do you still need to repeat it yourself?
I glanced at the front door again and closed the door!
Su Keke: Got it.
She would wait until the school bell rang before closing the door.
Su Keke took a deep look at Fang Di, don't worry!
Then he turned his head.
Fang Di: What are you thinking about?
Is it so difficult to close the door? There is no tacit understanding at all?
Suddenly I thought of Chinese language. Could it be that Zheng Yifan would close the door by himself?
Well, it turns out that he is not trying to be cool, but for everyone's welfare.
It’s really not easy to be handsome!
They were all wrong!
Fang Di sighed softly, glanced at Su Keke, and then glanced at Zhao Yun on the podium.
Should she close the door? Or wait a little longer?
Let's wait until the school bell rings before going.
After all, Teacher Zhao is not Teacher Ding.
Fang Di lowered his head, glanced at the algebra book in front of him, and carefully placed the geometry on the pile of books.
He took out his stationery bag from the drawer, took out his pen, and held it in his hand.
She still has to give Teacher Zhao some face!
Fang Di glanced to the left side of the classroom. Xiao Lingzi was sitting upright, not to mention himself, who occasionally passed the math test.
She can carry it very clearly.
Zhao Yun looked around and looked at the classmates who were slowly sitting upright. He glanced at the back wall of the classroom and saw that class was about to start in half a minute. He smiled and looked at the algebra book in front of him. "Okay, everyone,
Please turn to page 19 of the textbook. What we are going to study today is..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a figure flashing towards the front door of the classroom out of the corner of his eye.
Zhao Yun smiled slightly. When he entered the door just now, he forgot to close the door.
This student is great!
Zhao Yun glanced at the figure at the front door of the classroom and continued, "What we are going to study today is..."
Huh? What's going on?
The eyes that were originally looking at her turned to the right.
It's just a matter of closing the door. Why is it so attractive to people?
Zhao Yun glanced around, and there was a hint of surprise on the little expression on his face?
Is it worth being so excited to close the door to keep warm?
She doesn’t understand the world of young people anymore?
What are you looking at her for?
Su Keke closes the door, why is Zhi Yu so high-profile?
Or did Li Mengmeng go to the store with makeup on a whim again?
Zhao Yun turned his head slightly and looked at the figure at the front door of the classroom. He was stunned for a moment.
Who is this?
It's not Su Keke, nor Li Mengmeng who loves makeup. A handsome young smiling face hits the line of sight. The smile is warm and vague, making people forget the rain outside the window and think it is a bright spring day...