sunset mountains

Chapter 9

Wei Chi originally wanted to tease him, but when he flicked his hands, he felt that everything was awkward, especially his knuckles. Rubbing Xiao Yanwei's face was like turning on some switch, numb and itchy.

He didn't hear Xiao Yanwei's slow national scolding, so he distracted himself by cooking.

He doesn't cook very much, and usually eats at school, so he just orders noodles and a few handfuls of vegetables at home, and doesn't know what to do for a while.

Just as he was worrying, Xiao Yanwei came over. He leaned over to take a look, and pointed at Xiaoqingcai, "This one."

Wei Chi turned his head to look at him, Xiao Yanwei's expression was very natural, as if he didn't take what happened just now seriously, Wei Chi was a little disappointed for some reason.

He pouted, took the vegetables and washed them in the basin, "Do you eat egg noodles?"

"Well," Xiao Yan nodded, not seeing any requests from outsiders, "I want a loose egg and a poached egg."

"Okay," Wei Chi washed the dishes neatly and took them out, lifting his chin to one side, "wait there."

Xiao Yanwei chuckled, "Why don't you tell me to do it with you?"

Wei Chi was boiling water, when he heard this he gave him an uncertain look, "You will?"

"No." Xiao Yanwei said blankly.

Wei Chi tilted his head, "...I'm really angry now."

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, Xiao Yan lowered his head again without looking away.

Wei Chi slashed the vegetables twice with a knife and put the knife down again. After a few seconds, he sighed, "Xiao Yanwei."

"Laugh if you want," he said.

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Yanwei laughed softly, walked over and took the knife from his hand, "Wei Chi, I found that you have a really good temper."

Wei Chi snorted. Seeing him skillfully chopping vegetables and beating eggs, he couldn't help teasing him again, "It depends on who it is."

Before Xiao Yan finished cutting the vegetables, the water boiled. He found the noodles and poured them into the pot. He lazily stirred them with his chopsticks and said casually, "Okay, I know I'm popular, but you should restrain yourself a little bit."

"Well," Wei Chi smiled, and frankly said, "Okay, I'll restrain myself."

Xiao Yanwei put down a few noodles, cracked a few eggs into it, added some seasoning, and the aroma came out. The two of them took two big bowls and separated them, carrying them into the room.

Xiao Yanwei didn't look very appreciative, but he didn't expect to be very good at cooking. Wei Chi ate a few mouthfuls and praised the food sincerely.

Xiao Yanwei was holding a bowl of soup and shook his head when he heard him say that, "You can boast of eating my cooking."

"No way." After Wei Chi finished eating the noodles, he also took a bowl of soup. Xiao Yan didn't add much seasoning, but the soup was very fragrant. "Then the other people's requirements are too high."

"I think so." Xiao Yanwei didn't know what to think, and his voice became a little fluttering, "At that time, no one wanted to eat the food I cooked."

Wei Chi put down the bowl and looked at him hesitantly.

"Especially my younger brother," Xiao Yanwei's eyes lost focus again, "it's too much."

"Do you have a younger brother?" Wei Chi asked tentatively.

"Yeah," Xiao Yanwei nodded, and put down the bowl, "11 years younger than me."

He scratched the edge of the table unconsciously with his fingers, and said softly, "The little bastard secretly fed the rice I cooked to the rhubarb."

Wei Chi was silent, and sat quietly by the side.

Xiao Yanwei was stunned for a while, then picked up the bowl and drank the soup, smiled at Wei Chi, "Rhubarb is my brother's dog."

"Yeah," Wei Chi nodded and put away the bowl, "Let me meet you some other day, I've always wanted to raise one."

Xiao Yan didn't say anything, but nodded for a while.

Wei Chi walked to the kitchen with two bowls, Xiao Yanwei heard the sound of the water heater, "Aren't you on fire? Do you still use hot water to wash the dishes?"

Wei Chi couldn't bear it anymore and looked back at him, only to see that Xiao Yanwei's eyes were a little evasive, his eyelashes drooping and he didn't meet his gaze.

He put away the bowls and took a kettle to heat up a pot of water, "I use hot water for everything."

"Oh," Xiao Yanwei said hesitantly, "it's very convenient."

After he finished speaking, he cleared his throat and looked at Wei Chi hesitantly.

Wei Chi looked at him for a few seconds, seeing that he was really not taking the initiative, so he could only ask him, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Yanwei was actually on a whim. He felt that although he and Wei Chi got along very well, they probably weren't very close yet, so he couldn't speak for a while.

He hesitated a few times, but still said, "It's okay."

If he hadn't kept looking into the bathroom, Wei Chi really thought he was fine.

Wei Chi understood, pulled a piece of paper to wipe his hands, and went to the bedroom again.

Xiao Yanwei followed him into the bedroom with heartache, Wei Chi stopped teasing him, and directly took a set of clothes from his closet and handed them to Xiao Yanwei, "Don't go back and get them, wear mine after washing?"

Xiao Yanwei was stunned for a moment, took the clothes, and looked at him, hey, and couldn't help laughing again, "You should show some face to others."

Wei Chi also laughed along with him, "Isn't it enough for me to show you face? I didn't even wait for you to ask."

"Well," Xiao Yanwei snorted, "a good man will live a safe life."

Xiao Yan didn't make any unnecessary struggles, thanked Wei Chi politely, and took a comfortable hot bath.

Wei Chi himself was not afraid of the cold, but the clothes Xiao Yanwei took were quite thick, a gray sweater and a pair of black sweatpants. Xiao Yan didn't shake them off until he realized that there was a pair of underwear inside.

He didn't know if it was new, so he just put it on anyway, and then threw the clothes he had changed into the washing machine and went to find Wei Chi.

The headlights in the bedroom and the lamp on the table were on, Wei Chi was sitting at the table in the bedroom writing something, Xiao Yanwei walked over to have a look, it was a lesson plan.

He coughed lightly, Wei Chi raised his chin slightly and looked at him, "Did you wash?"

"Well," Xu Shi stayed with Wei Chi for a long time today, and Xiao Yanwei inexplicably grew close to him, and he pointed

What Wei Chi was writing, "Do you teach math?"

"Well," Wei Chi lowered his head and wrote two more strokes, then closed the lesson book and stood up. He took a dry towel from the cabinet and put it on his head as if by magic, "I teach mathematics and English."

Xiao Yan didn't take the towel and wiped his hair, "Why?"

Wei Chi sat back at the table again, and took out another lesson plan, "There are still not many teachers in the school, so most of the teachers don't only teach one subject."

"Ah." Xiao Yanwei responded with some embarrassment, raised his hand and touched his nose, not knowing what to say.

"The situation has improved a lot in the past two years," Wei Chi said, and took out a photo album from the small bookshelf next to the table. "Every winter and summer vacation, short-term support teachers come over."

"Supporting college students?" Xiao Yanwei asked.

"Volunteer." Wei Chi nodded and opened the photo album.

The first photo was taken a few years ago. It was a group photo. Four or five college students and a group of junior high school students were taken in the school yard. The students standing on both sides stretched out a red banner at each corner, which read "Supporting Teaching Unit" .

Xiao Yan didn't take the photo album and flipped through a few photos. They were all taken when he was a teaching supporter. Some teachers taught students to do problems, and some did activities together. They looked very loving.

He returned the photo album after reading a few pages, and asked in silence for a few seconds, "Is it useful?"

"What?" Wei Chi put away the photo album, and paused as he was about to put it back.

"I come here for one or two months every year." Xiao Yanwei leaned back on the table, raised his head slightly, focused his eyes on a certain point in the sky, and said softly, "What can I teach you?"

Wei Chi put away the photo album, stood up with the support of the table, and said in a firm tone, "It's useful."

After Wei Chi stood up, he was very close to him. The two were about the same height, and the distance between the tips of their noses was no more than the length of their forearms. The room was brightly lit, so every micro expression of Wei Chi fell into Xiao Yanwei's eyes.

Wei Chi's hands were still propped on the table, almost touching Xiao Yanwei's legs, Xiao Yanwei was a little uncomfortable, and moved aside without a trace.

"It is true that there are very few things that can be taught," Wei Chi did not refute his statement, "but they can bring a lot to children."

"The children here go out after entering college, and few come back, but more of them go home to work in agriculture or drop out of school to work before finishing junior high school."

"Although those volunteers can't teach the children many things in books, their existence is of great significance to those children."

"There are a lot of left-behind children here. Their parents work outside to earn money, and the children are left in the care of the elderly. The elderly may have never been outside the town in their entire lives. Their knowledge of the outside world comes from the descriptions of their children or TV programs."

"They will tell the children how big the construction site is outside and how expensive the consumption is, but no one can tell how bright the university classrooms are, how advanced multimedia teaching is, and how hygienic the school cafeteria is."

"But those volunteers can."

Wei Chi didn't speak fast, and slowly talked about the insignificant changes that the support education brought to the children, but Xiao Yan didn't know that what he wanted to talk about was not this.

He talked and talked, and only said two words, which is "hope".

Once the idea of ​​"I want to go outside and see" arises, it is difficult to get rid of it. An idea is like a virus that spreads quickly. It cannot be cured, it can only be satisfied.

"Although I've been here for so many years," Wei Chi said honestly with a lowered smile, "but I know that this won't keep people here, and I don't want them to stay here."

"They're so small, you should go out and have a look," Wei Chi said.

Xiao Yan didn't take off the towel and rubbed it in his hands. Some words were about to come out. He looked at the lesson plan, then at Wei Chi, his eyes wandering back and forth.

After a while, he put down the towel and asked uncertainly, "Is your school still short of teachers?"

Xiao Yan didn't ask this question, but he was speaking quickly, and after he finished asking, he felt a little impulsive, so before Wei Chi could react, he said awkwardly, "Forget it."

But Wei Chi didn't give him a chance to regret it, almost as soon as Xiao Yanwei's voice fell, he said quickly, "Missing teacher, do you want to try?"

Wei Chi just looked at him with burning eyes, his eyes were like red-hot knives, and Xiao Yanwei had to look away.

Xiao Yanwei sighed, and finally faced up to his own problem, "You know, I..."

"I'm so sad," Xiao Yanwei smiled self-deprecatingly, "How can I become a teacher?"

"Would you tell the students?" Wei Chi was rarely tactful, and asked straightforwardly, "Tell the students that you are sad, that you are bored, that you...don't want to live anymore."

Xiao Yanwei gave him an angry look, "I'm not crazy."

"That's it," Wei Chi smiled, and he leaned closer to Xiao Yanwei, and said softly, "The students will like you very much."

Xiao Yanwei looked away in a panic, and muttered, "Why did Lao Yao pick you up?"

"What's wrong with picking me up?"

Xiao Yan didn't mutter a word, "I've been thinking of ways to abduct people here all day long."

"Well," Wei Chi admitted the overbearing accusation, "Abducted or not?"

Xiao Yanwei lowered his head and pushed his shoulder to make him stay away, "How can you be such a good teacher?"

Wei Chi only wore a T-shirt with a large neckline at home, Xiao Yanwei touched the skin on the side of his neck in a panic, it was very warm.

"There is no decent person like you." Wei Chi glanced vaguely at Xiao Yan's finger that was not on his shoulder.

Wei Chi has been here for 5 years. No one remembers his skin color when he came here, but now he has very healthy wheat skin. Putting it together with Xiao Yanwei's fair fingers, the contrast is strong and a bit dazzling.

Xiao Yan didn't take back his hand, "There must be a reason."

"Why do you want me to go?" he asked.

Wei Chi looked at him for a while, then sighed, "I'm worried."

"Huh?" Xiao Yanwei frowned.

"I'm afraid you won't abide by the agreement," Wei Chi said, "so you have to put it under your nose."