sunset mountains

Chapter 10

The two didn't discuss this issue any more, Xiao Yanwei didn't stay long, and went back after talking for a while.

It was going to be dark when he went to Wei Chi's house, and he couldn't see the road very clearly. There were no street lights in the village. Wei Chi originally wanted to send him off, but he refused.

It's not a little girl, who do you want to give it to me.

He didn't rush to sleep when he got home, the two of them just changed their phone numbers, Xiao Yan took a look at the phone, unexpectedly, there was a signal.

Wei Chi's text message was simple, "Call me back when you get home."

Xiao Yan didn't save the phone number in the address book, but replied with a comma.

Wei Chi's phone call came right away.

Xiao Yan didn't answer the phone, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Wei Chi's voice came through the receiver, "Check to see if you've arrived home, lest you get lost."

"I thought they were all the same as you," Xiao Yanwei turned on the speakerphone, and went to the outer hall to wash up, "I'm not a road idiot."

"I know," Wei Chi smiled and joked with him, "What if you run into someone who robs you."

Before Xiao Yan was brushing his teeth, he mumbled, "I have nothing to worry about."

"That's too much." Wei Chi sounded like he was still writing a lesson plan, and there was a very inconspicuous rustling sound of paper and pen rubbing together.

Xiao Yan didn't rinse his mouth, washed his face and feet with cold water, and got under the quilt with a chill all over his body, "Have you not finished preparing for class yet?"

"Come on," Wei Chi said intermittently, "...the foundation is not good... trouble."

Xiao Yanwei took the phone away and looked at it. The signal was indeed not very good. He guessed that Wei Chi might be saying that the students here are difficult to teach English.

"When are you leaving tomorrow?" Xiao Yanwei asked.

His words probably didn't reach Wei Chi very well, and Wei Chi replied after a while, "Go on a motorcycle."

Before Xiao Yan could hear these words clearly, he hummed and asked Wei Chi again, "Are you going to sleep?"

Wei Chi's words were mixed with a strong electric sound, buzzing, and Xiao Yanwei could barely hear him say, "Come back next Friday."

Xiao Yanwei sighed, said good night in a low voice, and then hung up the phone.

He hung up the phone quickly, so he naturally missed Wei Chi's very clear sentence, "If you feel bored, you can find me at school."

After Wei Chi returned to school, Xiao Yanwei resumed reading in the room when he was fine, and fixed the day when Yao Dabao asked him to come to eat.

The wind has been strong these few days, and it's getting colder every day. When Xiao Yan didn't take a shower, he felt that the water was unbelievably cold.

Yao Dabao also added more clothes, wearing a half-new thick-lined sweater and a leather jacket with peeling skin, "Is it cool?"

"Yeah." Xiao Yan didn't answer, the toothpaste was still as spicy as before, he didn't want to talk.

Yao Dabao squatted on one side, looked up at him with his chin in his hand, and said Tong Yanwuji, "Brother Xiao, did you sleep with Brother Wei Chi?"

Xiao Yan didn't know why he said that, he almost choked to death with toothpaste foam, he rinsed his mouth, "What are you talking about?"

Yao Dabao helped him get the towel with great insight, "You are wearing brother Wei Chi's clothes."

Xiao Yanwei felt cold when he woke up in the morning, so he didn't bother to get clothes from the suitcase. The gray sweater he wore from Wei China had been washed and kept on the bedside, so he just took it out and put it on.

He took the towel and wiped his face, not bothering to explain, "Yeah."

Yao Dabao followed him, "You look better dressed than Brother Wei Chi."

Xiao Yan has never seen Wei Chi wearing this dress, but he deeply felt that children cannot tell lies, so he pulled the braid on his head, "I think so too."

After he finished washing, he took Yao Dabao to eat. Lao Yao made sweet potato porridge. When he saw him coming in, he first served him a bowl, "Warm and warm."

Xiao Yanwei didn't go to the kang this time, took the porridge and sat down at the table to take a sip, a little surprised, "Sweet?"

"Yeah," Lao Yao nodded, "Sweet potatoes are sweet."

Xiao Yanwei poked the sweet potato in the bowl with his chopsticks, it was very soft and sticky, "Can you make porridge with sweet potatoes?"

"I couldn't get enough to eat before," Lao Yao himself poured a bowl of porridge and laughed and drank it. "The production of sweet potatoes was high. At that time, he only drank porridge and ate pancakes with sweet potato noodles."

Xiao Yan had never experienced that kind of time, and it was a little hard to imagine what the cake with sweet potato noodles tasted like, so he took another sip of porridge with his head depressed.

"I'm going to the town market today," Lao Yao asked, "Are you going?"

There is an old-fashioned calendar hanging on the wall of Lao Yao, and Yao Dabao rushes to tear it up every day, Xiao Yanwei glanced at it, and saw that today is Thursday.

Wei Chi doesn't have a holiday today.

For some reason, Xiao Yanwei suddenly had this idea, he shook his head, feeling that he was not normal.

"Not going?" Old Yao asked.

Xiao Yanwei took a sip of porridge, "Go."

There is a big market every five days in the town, and people from several villages come here to sell whatever they want. Lao Yao has nothing to sell this time.

Taking Xiao Yanwei to a neighbor's house.

As soon as the neighbor came out, Xiao Yanwei knew who it was before Lao Yao introduced him.

Sure enough, Lao Yao called out to the young people who came out, "Er Ma."

As the name suggests, Erma is full of pimples on his face, not tall, very simple and honest, he smiled at Xiao Yanwei, "Teacher."

To this day, Xiao Yanwei still can't accept everyone calling him teacher, he waved his hand to say don't call him that, but Er Ma has already led them outside, "The car is parked outside."

Erma's family not only raises sheep, but also raises a lot of chickens. Every time there is a big market, they have to drag the eggs to sell. The motorcycle is too bumpy. Erma bought a second-hand tricycle from somewhere.

The back of the tricycle was very narrow, Lao Yao and Er Ma sat in the front, Xiao Yanwei sat in the back with his long legs bent, guarding two baskets of eggs, his buttocks were about to bounce in half, and finally arrived in the town.

Erma separated from them at the intersection, and Lao Yao led Xiao Yanwei wandering around the market.

Xiao Yan was not in the mood to go shopping that day in the future, and today he has plenty of time, so he noticed that there are still many small shops in the town. The houses are low and shabby, but they basically sell everything.

Xiao Yanwei walked around for a while, and stopped at a place selling small household appliances.

"I want to buy a kettle." Xiao Yanwei said.

Lao Yao followed him in, "What are you doing, a hot water bottle?"

"Washer." Xiao Yanwei had already started to choose, picking east and west, but he couldn't see which one was better, so he just took one and handed it to the boss, "this is it."

The kettle he was holding was a very ordinary kettle, which could boil a few large cups at full capacity. Lao Yao followed behind him, "If you want hot water, go to my side, and just take the thermos to use."

"Well," Xiao Yanwei nodded, not saying that he was lazy, "Got it."

They wandered until the market broke up at noon, when Erma drove to pick them up, Xiao Yanwei glanced at Houdou, the eggs were sold out.

He put the kettle on it, raised his foot and was about to step up, when he suddenly recalled something, he retracted his foot and asked Lao Yao, "Where is the town middle school?"

"Not far," Lao Yao had already sat in front, and when he heard this, he turned around and asked him, "Are you going?"

Xiao Yanwei didn't really decide whether to go or not at first, but when Lao Yao asked, he really wanted to go and have a look.

"go."

Wei Chi was extremely busy this week. He taught the mathematics and English of the two classes of the second grade of junior high school, and he was also the head teacher of the first class.

These days, the math teacher in the third class of junior high school asked for leave, and he took the class together. From morning to night every day, he didn't have a moment of free time.

As soon as he arrived in the classroom this morning, he found that a student in his class hadn't come.

The student’s name is Jiang Shuo. People here go to school late. Jiang Shuo is only 17 years old and only in the second year of junior high school. However, his grades are very good and he is honest.

His family is in the town, and Wei Chi had been there when he first visited. He and his grandma were the only two people in the house.

After class in the morning, Wei Chi went to Jiang Shuo's house. As soon as he entered the door, he was almost vomited by the smell of medicine.

Jiang Shuo didn't know he was coming. He was squatting in the yard by the small mud stove boiling Chinese medicine, coughing from choking, and saw Wei Chi when he was coughing up tears.

Wei Chi stretched out his hand and fanned it in front of his eyes, walked over and squatted beside Jiang Shuo, "What kind of medicine is boiled? It smells so strong?"

Jiang Shuo reacted, and quickly pulled a small bench from the side and put it next to Wei Chi, "Teacher, sit down."

Wei Chi unceremoniously sat down on the small bench, and took a look into the small casserole on the clay stove. There were a lot of traditional Chinese medicine in it, and the medicinal soup was brown and black, and it looked bitter.

"My grandma is sick." Jiang Shuo didn't dare to fan the fan vigorously in front of Wei Chi, for fear that the smoke would come out and choke him, so he just stared at the weak flame, "There is no one at home, I..."

He and his grandmother are the only two people in Jiang Shuo's family. Jiang Shuo cannot do without the old lady's illness.

Wei Chi nodded, and glanced into the room through the window, "What's wrong?"

"It's an old problem." Jiang Shuo didn't say anything about the disease. In fact, it's very serious when a person always has a headache and brain fever. His grandma has always been in poor health.

"Is it okay to drink Chinese medicine?" Wei Chi felt that sometimes Chinese medicine was a little slow to take effect.

"My grandma doesn't trust Western medicine." Jiang Shuo seemed a little distressed, and he shook his head. "She has been drinking this prescription for many years, and she said it will make her feel better after drinking it."

Wei Chi nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He took a few math papers from his bag and handed them to Jiang Shuo, "Can't go to school these days?"

Jiang Shuo took the paper and looked at it, carefully rolled it up and held it in his hand, and hummed lightly.

"This paper hasn't been covered yet," Wei Chi said, "You just write in the textbook, and it's just a preview. Teacher Wang is on leave this week, and I can't leave. I'll come and talk to you after class tomorrow afternoon."

Holding the test paper, Jiang Shuo's eye circles turned a little red, and he said thank you teacher in a muffled voice for a long time.

Wei Chi reached out and patted his shoulder, comforting him with a smile, "Young man, don't be so sentimental."

Jiang Shuo nodded his head twice, and added another piece of firewood to the small stove.

Wei Chi was still in class all afternoon, and came over without eating lunch, and was about to leave soon, "Is the old lady awake? I'll go and see?"

Jiang Shuo shook his head, "I just woke up for a while, and now I fell asleep again."

Wei Chi stood up, "Then I'll go back first, write the paper carefully."

Jiang Shuo got up and sent him to the door, "Teacher, please run for a while."

Wei Chi told him to go back quickly, "Don't send it off."

He came by motorcycle, stopped at the door of Jiang Shuo's house, turned on the ignition and left. When he turned the corner at the intersection, he looked back and found that Jiang Shuo was still standing at the door looking at him.

Wei Chi sighed and waved his hand to let him go back.

It's only ten minutes away from Jiang Shuo's house to the school. Wei Chi thought that there was still enough time for him to go shopping for the big fair today, so he turned a corner and went to the fair.

When he returned to school with a bag of fruit and a carton of milk hanging on the handlebars of his car, he saw Xiao Yanwei squatting impatiently under the big tree at his door.

Wei Chi was taken aback for a moment, and the car rode over to stop beside Xiao Yanwei, Xiao Yanwei was in a daze for some reason, and he didn't react when everyone was in front of him.

Wei Chi parked the car and squatted beside him, leaning into his ear and shouting, "Xiao Yanwei!"

Xiao Yanwei was startled, and when he realized it, he stretched out his hand to push him, but Wei Chi grabbed his wrist presciently.

Before Xiao Yan moved his wrist, he tapped Wei Chi's hand with his other hand, "Wei Chi, what's wrong with you, move..."

"It's a tricky one, isn't it?" Wei Chi snatched his words, propped his knees and pulled him to stand up, "Why are you here?"

"Catch the fair with Lao Yao." Xiao Yan said lightly without avoiding the seriousness.

Wei Chi nodded, "If I had known you were coming, I wouldn't have gone out."

Xiao Yan didn't glance at his handlebars, Wei Chi said, "I went to the student's house, I bought it on the way back."

Xiao Yan took an apple from the bag and rubbed it on his body before he saw him, then opened his mouth and took a bite, "Have you eaten yet?"

"No," Wei Chi shook his head, "Let's talk about it tonight, class will start later, it's too late."

"Oh." Xiao Yanwei took another bite of the apple and ate it slowly, looking very busy, but in fact it was because he didn't know what to say.

He didn't even think about why he came.

Fortunately, Wei Chi had more plans. When Xiao Yanwei finished eating an apple, he asked Xiao Yanwei to get in the car, "I have a class later, do you want to go to my office or I will take you to the dormitory first? You can go to class with me." .”

Xiao Yanwei stepped forward and sat on the motorcycle, the bad water gushed out again, he couldn't help teasing him, "Can't I go back?"

Wei Chi just started the motorcycle, his hands were still on the dashboard, and he turned around and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to go back?"

Before Xiao Yanwei had time to say anything, Wei Chi stretched his arms behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. He didn't have much strength, but it was very difficult for Xiao Yanwei to break free.

"It's late." Wei Chi's smiling voice came from the front, low and low, almost blown away by the wind.

The school area is not very big, Wei Chi rode to the teaching building in a few minutes, he parked the car under the tree, and took Xiao Yanwei to the teaching building.

Xiao Yanwei has one English class and three math classes in the afternoon. He teaches English in the class he leads. The classroom is on the fifth floor.

When the two entered the classroom, almost everyone in the class had already arrived. Seeing that the head teacher had brought back a strange person, they both watched secretly.

Xiao Yanwei has been immune to this kind of gaze since he moved here, he tilted his head to look at Wei Chi, "Where should I sit?"

Jiang Shuo just didn't come, Wei Chi raised his hand and pointed to him, "Over there."

Xiao Yanwei nodded, jokingly said, "Ah? How far away?"

In front of a group of students, Wei Chi couldn't face it, so he couldn't help smiling, "Come on."

Xiao Yanwei walked over slowly, a few courageous students leaned over and winked at him, "Are you a new student?"

Xiao Yanwei raised his eyebrows, and said boldly, "Yes, yes."

"Then you..." The student was about to ask again, but was scared away by Wei Chi's look.

Wei Chi tapped on the desk with a chalk, "Why is everyone so thirsty for knowledge?"

Although Wei Chi was usually easy-going with the students, he was still very serious in class. A group of students were as frightened as quails and dared not speak.

Wei Chi opened the test paper, wiped the corner of the table with a rag from the desk, put his hands on it, and briefly introduced, "My friend."

Before the students could discuss any more, Wei Chi had already started talking about the papers.

It has been two years since Xiao Yan graduated, and he hasn't sat in the classroom for a long time. He looked at Wei Chi with his chin propped up, and was in a daze for a while.

The school was built with donations, and the environment is not bad. The tables, chairs and benches are all new, but the facilities are not up to date.

There is no multimedia in the classroom, the blackboard is a very primitive kind of immovable slate painted on the wall, and the desk is just the same desk as the students, with a box of chalk, an eraser, a lesson plan, and some I know which student helped Wei Chi get the hot water.

Wei Chi held the test paper in one hand and wrote on the blackboard with the other, speaking on the topic with his body slightly sideways.

Even before Xiao Yan sat in the last row of the classroom, he could still clearly see the slightly bulging veins on his hand when he raised his hand to write on the blackboard.

Wei Chi didn't have a loudspeaker, but fortunately the classroom wasn't very big, so the whole class could hear him clearly when he raised his voice a little.

Xiao Yanwei stared blankly, and was caught off guard and met Wei Chi who was looking over.

Wei Chi's gaze swept here, his eyes curled up and he smiled, and then moved away without a trace.

This process was very short, maybe two seconds, at most three seconds, but Xiao Yanwei still felt that his heart seemed to be stung by something, and it began to numb slowly.

For the next class, he didn't look at Wei Chi again, he just stared at the wind-blown treetops outside the window in a daze, and he didn't come back to himself until there was a booing sound in the classroom.

Wei Chi was looking at him with a smile on his hands on the desk, the blackboard had been wiped clean, only a sentence was written in the middle.

"What's spastis prologue."

Xiao Yanwei looked around and saw that the students were all looking at him, so he could only ask, "Teacher Wei, are you asking me a question?"

Wei Chi nodded, "Non-staff members also have to listen carefully, and you will be punished with an additional question."

Xiao Yanwei lazily stood up, and silently recited that sentence, not sure, "...everything in the past is a prologue."

He didn't look at Wei Chi while translating, and only then did he realize that Wei Chi's expression was very serious, almost serious.

The first class in the afternoon was sunny, the front door of the classroom was open, and the sunlight poured in from outside the door, hitting Wei Chi's side face and leaving a small shadow behind his ears.

Xiao Yan didn't look at him, neither of them reacted, the sudden ringing of the get out of class bell disrupted the classroom order, Wei Chi spoke slowly.

His voice was covered by the sharp bell, but Xiao Yanwei could still hear it clearly.

Xiao Yanwei's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

But in fact, he just called his name.