After Escaping Marriage [GL]

Yu Qingtang declined: "Thank you, I don't like chocolate very much."

Cheng Zhanxi: "It's okay, you can bring it back to those who like to eat."

Yu Qingtang looked at the golden spherical chocolate on the table, was silent for a while, then looked up at Wen Zhihan, who was directly opposite.

Wen Zhihan: "???"

Yu Qingtang turned her head again, looked at the English teacher Yang Li at the other desk, raised her voice slightly and asked:

"Mr. Yang, do you like chocolate?"

Yang Li turned around and Yu Qingtang handed her the chocolate.

Yang Li opened her eyes slightly to see clearly, and smiled: "Oh, I like this brand of chocolate the most, thank you Teacher Yu."

Yu Qingtang said, "It's fine to thank Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng bought it."

Yang Li: "Thank you, Teacher Cheng."

Cheng Zhanxi squeezed out a smile: "You're welcome."

Wen Zhihan lowered his head to correct his homework with a red pen, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly. If Yu Qingtang could accept the chocolate so easily, she would have caught up with him five years ago.

Cheng Zhanxi leaned back in the office chair, folded his arms with both hands, and tapped one finger knuckle on the other arm rhythmically, squinting slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The morning time passed quickly, Wen Zhihan asked Yu Qingtang to go to the cafeteria to eat together, but Cheng Zhanxi didn't join in the fun.

It is not her style to strictly prevent deadlock. She relies mainly on her own personal charm.

She ordered takeout herself and brought it to the office to eat.

Yu Qingtang took a nap at home and arrived at school a little earlier than yesterday. Cheng Zhanxi was reading in his seat when he entered.

The temperature is low today, Cheng Zhanxi is wearing a soft Morandi fog blue shirt, with two buttons on the neckline, a thin silver necklace on the white neck, and the crescent-shaped pendant just hangs on the flat In the center of the in-line collarbone, the sun in the office is lazy in the afternoon. Her fingers are lightly pressed against the edge of the paper, and her nails are trimmed very short, round and neat, revealing a healthy pale pink.

Her dark chestnut long curly hair was pinned behind her ears, without earrings, she was clean and gentle. Serious and focused appearance, more gentle temperament.

Yu Qingtang didn't make a sound, and gently walked around to the desk from the other side, and turned on the computer in front of him.

The humming sound of the computer turning on still alarmed Cheng Zhanxi.

Cheng Zhanxi raised her head from the book, and her brown eyes showed surprise: "Mr. Yu?" Immediately, she said with a smile, "Good afternoon."

"Mr. Cheng, good noon." Yu Qingtang nodded politely and entered the password on the computer desktop.

"Why are you here so early today?"

"Come here when you wake up."

"Mr. Yu lives nearby?"

"Um."

"Envy." Cheng Zhanxi held her chin with one hand and looked at her, her eyes sparkling.

"Um."

"You're busy, I'll read the book again." Cheng Zhanxi stopped the topic in a timely manner.

Yu Qingtang opened a teaching-related webpage, and glanced at Cheng Zhanxi, who was refocusing on reading, while browsing.

Cheng Zhanxi turned a page of the book in his hand, suddenly remembered something, and looked up at Yu Qingtang.

"Mr. Yu."

Yu Qingtang's hand holding the mouse trembled invisibly. She was thankful that she had retracted her glance in time and was not found. She calmed down and asked, "What's the matter?"

"What class is that boy in this morning?"

"Class 10."

"Does his head teacher know about this?"

"Yes, Director Feng, the grade director, has already told him."

Cheng Zhanxi said hesitantly, "I'm a little worried about the boy, and I feel that his mother's mental state is not good."

"That's a matter of his family, take a step back, it's a matter of class 10, and it has nothing to do with us." Yu Qingtang said without ups and downs.

"I know." Cheng Zhanxi lay down on the table slowly, the corners of his eyes drooping, looking a little depressed.

Yu Qingtang sneered in her heart: Does she think of herself as a savior? Can save every unfortunate person?

Cheng Zhanxi added: "Is it possible that the class teacher in class 10 doesn't know the situation in his home? The child has just entered the first year of high school, and he didn't understand it in time. If the class teacher was a little more caring and talked more with the parents, it might be different. What? I want to talk to the head teacher of class 10, do you think it's suitable?"

Yu Qingtang wanted to tell her not to take the role of the teacher too seriously, and don't meddle in her own business, so she swallowed her words and said noncommittally, "If you want to go, go."

Cheng Zhanxi's eyes lit up and asked, "Which office is the head teacher of class 10? What's his name?"

"Go out and turn left next door, surnamed Qian."

"Thank you, Teacher Yu." Cheng Zhanxi conjured a fruit candy from his palm like a magic trick, and said with a smile, "Please eat candy."

After speaking, without waiting for Yu Qingtang to refuse, he got up and went out to the next office.

Yu Qingtang looked slightly startled, looking at the candy that was directly stuffed into his palm this time, the packaging was green, apple flavor? Or lime flavor?

After a long time, she lowered her eyes and threw the candy into the trash can beside her.

Cheng Zhanxi had been gone for a long time, and the teachers in the office came and went, only Yu Qingtang, Wen Zhihan and a biology teacher were left.

The second time the class bell rang, Cheng Zhanxi pushed the door and came in.

Yu Qingtang took his eyes back casually, pretending to be looking at the computer in front of him, until Cheng Zhanxi called to her before he raised his head and said indifferently, "Have you finished?"

Cheng Zhanxi said: "After speaking, Teacher Qian said that he will communicate with parents."

She looked relaxed and said, "Mr. Qian said that he had talked to the boy alone, he had a basic understanding of his family's situation, and he would pay more attention to him in the future. Thanks for my reminder. I listened to the old teacher in the next office. Said that Teacher Qian has many years of experience as a class teacher, um, I believe he can handle it well."

Yu Qingtang made an indispensable "uh" and said, "Let's prepare for the lesson."

"How do you know that I have another class this afternoon?" Cheng Zhanxi said in surprise.

"Didn't I read your timetable last time?" Yu Qingtang casually clicked the mouse on the web page to make a noise, and answered nonchalantly.

She thought: Teacher Cheng is young, why is his memory so poor?

Cheng Zhanxi thought firmly: your memory is so poor, you can remember all my classes once you read my class schedule, don't you like me? Duplicitous little cutie!

In fact, Yu Qingtang's memory is not bad, she just has difficulty remembering faces and names. A few years ago, her psychiatrist told her that it may be a self-protection mechanism triggered by childhood trauma. As long as she can't remember people, can't remember names, and has no specific memory of this aspect in her mind, it will greatly reduce her pain. Just like she was "forced" to be a "deaf-mute" for eight years.

Of course, the psychiatrist only offered a possibility. The face blindness may be born, which is not the same as her acquired "deafness". But Yu Qingtang didn't feel that her face blindness was affecting her life. Instead, she gave her a lot of peace and quiet, so she didn't want to correct it at all. It's just that now that I'm a teacher, it takes a while to recognize people.

Cheng Zhanxi has four classes a week, one day off, and one class a day for the other four days. Three days are in the afternoon. If she can't even remember this, she should wonder if she has Alzheimer's disease early.

Wen Zhihan listened to the two of them chatting back and forth, and the shock in his heart almost showed on his face.

It's only been two days, is there a little secret between them? Why can't she understand what she said?

Who is Teacher Qian? What's wrong with Teacher Qian?

During the second class break in the afternoon, Cheng Zhanxi called Yu Qingtang again: "Mr. Yu, do you have a hair tie? It's for tying your hair."

Yu Qingtang didn't ask what she wanted to come for, and directly brought her a black one from the drawer, which was the same as the one she usually used - bought at a wholesale store for two yuan, ten for five yuan.

Cheng Zhanxi tied the long hair at the back of his head with a hair rope, and a few strands of hair fell casually around his ears, giving him a particularly relaxed and lazy beauty.

She got up from her seat, put one hand on Yu Qingtang's table, leaned her upper body slightly, and said with a smile, "Mr. Yu, I'm going to gym class."

Yu Qingtang was too lazy to think about why she had to report to him, and nodded politely.

"Goodbye Teacher Yu."

"Um."

Cheng Zhanxi went out backwards and said goodbye with a smile to the other teachers in the office.

"Mr. Wen, Mr. Liu, Mr. Yang, Mr. Hu... Ladies and gentlemen, see you later." She stood in the doorway with a long body, her long hair was golden red by the sunlight behind her, like a grand curtain call. magician.

Wen Zhihan: "…"

Except for the three new teachers in the office, the rest are all qualified teachers. After Cheng Zhanxi left, the chemistry teacher in his fifties smiled and said, "Since Xiao Cheng came, our office has been very lively. very."

The biology teacher was correcting the homework, looked up and said, "Isn't it true, Xiao Cheng has a very good personality. He smiles all day long, has a sweet mouth and can talk. If I had such a daughter, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."

The chemistry teacher said, "Hey, don't you have a daughter? Now that the same **** is married, do you want to introduce your daughter to Xiao Cheng?"

Before the biology teacher answered, the physics teacher pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said solemnly, "Don't **** it from me, Xiao Cheng, I've ordered it for my son."

The chemistry teacher scoffed, "You're almost there, isn't your son still in junior high school?"

Several old teachers chatted and laughed, chatting lively.

Occasionally, two sentences entered Yu Qingtang's ears. Yu Qingtang tapped the computer keyboard in front of him with ten fingers, and his expression was calm.

Cheng Zhanxi's first week of employment ended perfectly when the get out of class bell rang on Friday afternoon. Yu Jianxing invited her to have dinner in the evening in recognition of the new "engineer of human soul" Cheng Zhanxi's hard work.

Yu Qingtang didn't stay at school until the end of self-study, but took the bus to the old town, which was separated by more than half the city.

Nowadays, urban construction and development are changing with each passing day, and so is Sicheng, which is located in a land of fish and rice. The meandering river divides the old and new urban areas. The left side is the modern city, the right side is the green walls and black tiles, and the antique style of Jiangnan water town. Sicheng has a relatively well-known ancient town with well-maintained ancient buildings, which has brought prosperity to the local tourism industry.

Yu Qingtang's grandparents lived behind the ancient town.

The summer vacation has passed, and tourism is in the off-season. Yu Qingtang got off the bus, drove a shared bicycle from the roadside, and rode the bicycle through the bluestone-paved streets of the ancient town to a quieter place inside.

The bicycle bells tinkled, and the sound was crisp.

Pedestrians on the side of the road looked up when they heard the sound, and saw a young woman with a beautiful face riding a blue bicycle not far away, with white wireless headphones plugged into her ears, a fitted black shirt and trousers of the same color, and her cuffs rolled up to her elbow. , revealing a fair and slender forearm, the wrist joint protrudes slightly due to pinching the light brake joints, and it is a little more restrained and **** in addition to being thin.

She passed through the ancient town in the misty sunset, and like a bell, she went away for a long time.

Dreamy.

Pedestrians didn't come to their senses until the stall owner in front of them asked what they needed.

Yu Qingtang locked the shared bicycle in the designated parking area, looked up at the second-floor building with a yard in front of her, the door was open, Yu Qingtang frowned slightly, took out the bag in the bucket, and walked in.

"grandmother?"

No answer came from inside.

Yu Qingtang found the trace of the old man in the kitchen, she approached, raised the volume in her ear and said, "Grandma!"

Fang Wenjiao turned around, wiped her hands on the apron, and smiled kindly, "I'm back in silence."

As the elderly get older, their hearing will become weaker and weaker.

Yu Qingtang glanced at the ingredients on the cutting board and asked, "Where's Aunt Qiu? Why are you cooking?"

Aunt Qiu was the nanny aunt she hired for her family.

Yu Qingtang's grandfather accidentally fell this year, and the old man's bump was no better than that of the young man. He came back from the gate of hell, and his body and bones were not as strong as before, and now he is still in a wheelchair. Yu Qingtang's grandmother took medicine all the year round. Originally, the two supported each other. After this incident, it was really difficult, so Yu Qingtang asked an aunt to help.

Fang Wenjiao said, "Aunt Qiu went out to buy vegetables."

Yu Qingtang looked at the time on the phone with a bad expression, and said, "It's almost dinner now, she hasn't come back yet?"

"Maybe it was a delay on the way." Fang Wenjiao excused Aunt Qiu.

"I see." Yu Qingtang calmed down, took off Fang Wenjiao's apron, helped her to sit in the living room on the first floor, and said, "Let me cook."

Fang Wenjiao hesitated to stand up: "I bought the shrimp you like and keep it in the refrigerator."

"It's not too late to do it next time."

Yu Qingtang pressed her shoulders and made a decision without doubt.

"Then I'll go see your grandfather."

"Is Grandpa in the room?"

"Yes, do you want to see him?"

Yu Qingtang pursed her thin lips lightly and said, "See you at dinner, I'll be fine soon."

She turned around and entered the kitchen, and suddenly turned around halfway through, reminding: "Remember to lock the door in the future, and don't leave it open when anyone at home."

Fang Wenjiao rubbed her fingers and said in confusion, "I... locked it."

Yu Qingtang's face sank, but Fang Wenjiao didn't notice it, and said, "That means Aunt Qiu is on or off. Go and see Grandpa, I'm cooking."

At around seven in the evening, Aunt Qiu arrived late, carrying a fish and a bag of bean sprouts, looking relaxed and happy.

"Miss Yu?" She said in surprise when she saw Yu Qingtang who was busy in the kitchen.

Yu Qingtang just joined the job two weeks ago. There were many things at school and she didn't come back for two weekends. She usually contacted by phone. Every time she asked Fang Wenjiao, she said yes, it was good. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Yu Qingtang would not have known that he hadn't come home for only half a month, and the seemingly honest Aunt Qiu had begun to steal and play tricks.

"How much?" Yu Qingtang asked her, wiping her hands.

Aunt Qiu glanced at her and said after deliberation, "Thirty yuan." Facing Yu Qingtang's unpredictable expression, she restrained a lot, and the price was only five yuan higher than the real price.

"What about the ticket?"

"There is no receipt." Aunt Qiu's eyes flickered, and she forced a smile, "How can anyone issue a receipt in the vegetable market?"

"How much is a pound of fish?"

"Fifteen dollars."

"What kind of fish is so expensive?"

"Crucian carp, it's expensive, sometimes it goes up to 20 yuan." Aunt Qiu rolled her eyes, intending to deceive Miss Yu, who seemed to be indifferent.

If she knew that Yu Qingtang had been buying and cooking vegetables since elementary school and knew the prices of the food market, she would definitely regret saying this.

Yu Qingtang hummed noncommittally, took the fish over, and said in a flat tone, "The half-month salary advanced to you is enough, and I won't hold you accountable for the extra food money you took from my grandmother."

"What does Miss Yu mean?" Aunt Qiu couldn't smile anymore.

Yu Qingtang turned to look at her.

"It's not interesting, you don't have to do it here."

Fang Wenjiao pushed Grandpa Yu Qingtang's wheelchair out, and bumped into the scene where Yu Qingtang sent Aunt Qiu away. Aunt Qiu wanted to ask Fang Wenjiao to intercede, but she swallowed the words after seeing Yu Qingtang's indifferent eyes.

At the dinner table, Yu Qingtang spoke lightly about Aunt Qiu, and lightly told Fang Wenjiao not to be accustomed to the nanny, Fang Wenjiao nodded in agreement.

Yu Qingtang gave her grandpa chopsticks and green leafy vegetables.

The three young and old eat at the same table, but there is not much warmth.

Grandpa had almost eaten, put down his chopsticks, and asked, "How is the marriage your father arranged for you?"

Hearing this unfamiliar name, Yu Qingtang couldn't help but froze for a while, but she quickly regained her composure, and said calmly, "It is said that she is ill, and she will get married after a while."

Fang Wenjiao asked, "Is the other party a good character? How does he look like?"

"I haven't seen it, but I heard it's good."

Fang Wenjiao's expression seemed hesitant to speak.

Grandpa Shen Su's voice said: "The person your father found for you should be a good one. Your grandma and I can rest assured when you get married."

The corners of Fang Wenjiao's eyes were a little wet, and she agreed, "Yes."

Yu Qingtang held back a sarcastic smile, and said in a low voice, "I know."

Although Wei Tingyu ignored Yu Qingtang, he did not treat the parents of his deceased wife badly, but treated him more and more favorably. As the saying goes, for half a son-in-law, Wei Tingyu can almost become a son-in-law, not to mention material things. He also helped the deceased wife's younger brother find a good job, and the Yu family asked his relatives to help each other. The sudden death of Yu Ci made Yu Qingtang's grandparents grief-stricken, but no matter how great the grief was, time would dilute it. How can a person who has been dead for more than 20 years compare to a living person?

Yu Qingtang's grandparents understood Wei Tingyu's attitude towards Yu Qingtang very well. Back then, Wei Tingyu sent someone to send her back to Sicheng to be raised by her grandparents. Grandpa and grandma always believed that blood is thicker than water, "the world is full of parents", Wei Tingyu will figure it out one day, she has to learn to forgive her father and find a good chance to reunite.

The Wei family wanted to marry her, but they didn't even ask her beforehand. They also thought that Wei Tingyu would definitely find a good husband for her. The two of them are getting old, and they don't know when they will die. They want to see Yu Qingtang get married and have children. This is the wish of most old people. It's understandable. Yu Qingtang has never blamed them.

If it makes them happy, she is willing to do it, with the kindness of raising her for many years.

Is this the only value in her life? she does not know.

After finishing the meal, Yu Qingtang packed up the kitchen, followed the steps in the living room to watch TV with the old couple until nine o'clock in the evening, then went back to the room to sleep.

Saturday was slightly warmer than Friday, but not as hot as before.

Yu Qingtang changed into a light-colored long dress and took the bus to the special education school. Since high school, she would come over to volunteer when she was free.

Everyone here knew her, and the guard greeted her warmly. Yu Qingtang nodded and went to find Teacher Wang, who had taught her before.

She played games with children with special defects, and a genuine and bright smile appeared on her normally indifferent face.

The children couldn't hear, but could see, they were laughing too, silent and soundless, but beautiful beyond compare.

They are the angels of the silent world.

Teacher Wang stood beside him and looked at him with relief.

Yu Qingtang came to Sicheng Special Education School when she was six or seven years old. One month after entering school, Ms. Wang suspected that she actually had hearing. After several setbacks, after repeated identification by professional doctors, she found that the child's hearing was completely normal.

But why she pretended to be deaf is still unknown.

At the same time, she was very repulsive of becoming a normal person, and it took Teacher Wang a whole year to get her to speak. The first words other children called Mom and Dad, the first word she learned was "teacher".

When Yu Qingtang was eight years old, she was picked up by her grandparents and entered an ordinary elementary school.

The happy time in the morning passed quickly, Yu Qingtang sent the children back to the classroom, ate at school with Teacher Wang, and left the special education school.

Two in the afternoon.

A Durandi White Devil was parked by the street.

"Sicheng Special Education School..." Cheng Zhanxi looked up at the school's outdated signboard and stepped in.

She found the administrative office through inquiries, and knocked on the door.

The man inside raised his head, looking puzzled.

Cheng Zhanxi smiled politely and gently: "Hello, I called you before. I want to be a volunteer."

The possibility of finding silence is about nothing, but she never gave up.

…

Cheng Zhanxi came out of the special education school, and it was already twilight and the streets were constantly flowing.

She stepped on the motorcycle and put on her helmet, but the phone in her pocket buzzed.

It is a metaphor for seeing the stars.

Cheng Zhanxi took off his helmet, squinted and said, "You better have something urgent."

Yu Jianxing: "One hundred thousand in a hurry! Your sweetheart has gone to the bar again!"

"which bar?"

"The last time, zero degrees!" Yu Jianxing said, "I heard from the boss that many people approached her! If you don't go, she will be taken away by others!"

Before he finished speaking, the phone was cut off.

The silver-white heavy locomotive dashed through the traffic like lightning. Cheng Zhanxi made a beautiful tail-flick halfway and braked suddenly. She went home and picked up something, and then swept toward the Zero Bar like a hurricane.

The bars are busier than usual on weekends, and they are full of people before night.

When Cheng Zhanxi pushed aside the crowd to find Yu Qingtang in the corner, there was no one in front of her. Only then did Cheng Zhanxi realize that her feet were weak and she could hardly stand up. She slowly exhaled and walked over to Yu Qingtang to sit down.

"Are you going to the hotel?" Cheng Zhanxi took out his bag, "This is my medical report."