C1 Such an Encounter

When Shuman first met Lee Wuchen, the weather wasn't good. The sun was dazzling, and the sweat was so hot that it stuck to everyone around them. Except for this teacher called Lee Wuchen. His collar was clean, and his pants were straight. His smile was light. At the end of the corridor, Shuman turned her head because of his voice. That was the first time they had met. She imitated her parents' signatures without hesitation in front of him. Lee Wuchen was not too surprised. He just took the walking application form and placed it on his palm. He also wrote down his name.

Since then, Lin Shuman had recognized this teacher called Lee Wuchen. Perhaps in her heart, he was not a teacher. She only noticed his eyes and the smile on the corner of his mouth. The person who made her heart tremble slightly when she saw him.

"Ms Lin!" When she turned her head, she suddenly realized that four years had passed quietly.

"Welcome back!" Wang Lin, who was in charge of teaching, extended his hand from afar. Shuman quickly went over to greet him. She reached out her hand and lightly shook it.

"Welcome back!" He smiled and spoke frankly, "I will do my best to make arrangements for your father's instructions. The school has basically not changed. It has been very difficult to become a teacher in these few years. However, Wuchen wanted to bring it up. He would not have many lessons in the future. You just happened to be in his class. High school nowadays isn't easy to teach. " As he spoke, Wang Lin had already led Shuman to the school building.

"I'll listen to the class first!" Shuman smiled and lowered her head.

"It must be the procedure. It's best to let a teacher take you along!"

Shuman suddenly panicked for no reason. It had been four years and she should be calm. But now, she could not help secretly pressing her chest.

Wang Lin stopped and turned around to ask, "Are you following your original form teacher, Teacher Liu, or something else? They are all senior students in the school. You can choose them!"

"I..."

"However, Teacher Liu is currently in his third year of high school. I don't think he will be able to take care of them! " Look, how is Wuchen? He just finished his first year of high school. Now, he is in his first year of high school!"

A gust of wind suddenly blew in Shuman's heart and she felt numb. "Okay!"

She nodded and looked at her white sandals and toes. The first step to the second floor was under her feet.

It was as if she was wrapped in darkness four years ago. It was so dark that she couldn't even see each other's eyes. Only the flame in Lee Wuchen's hand was dancing and jumping.

"Can you see it clearly?"

"It's okay. I'll listen to your footsteps. You have to be careful!"

"I've walked this road for eight years. I can count all the steps with my eyes closed!"

"Do you count the steps?"

"I did. I don't need to do it now!"

"I heard that if you count the steps, you will accidentally step into hell!"

"Aren't you afraid? If you really enter hell, will you still follow us?"

"Of course, we might be able to reach heaven with a single step!"

Suddenly, she remembered Lee Wuchen, who had held her hand four years ago. Everything had happened too long ago. It was like pieces of puzzle pieces that had been messed up a long time ago. However, they were slowly pieced together in the hands of time.

At that time, Lee Wuchen might not have thought that his unintentional words would enter the heart of a girl.

"Ms Lin?" Wang Lin asked tentatively.

"Okay, let's go." Shuman was shocked. She quickly looked away and stepped out of her feet with a smile.

"You Mr Lee hasn't come back yet?" Wang Lin pulled a student who was running towards them.

"He should be in the cafeteria. I just bumped into him!" The child had a big head and a big head. His little face was red.

"He really doesn't know how to take care of himself. He never remembers to press a button when he eats. Every time his father played chess with me, he blamed me for abusing his son. It wasn't me abusing him. It was him who wasn't civilized and was extremely stubborn. He didn't listen to any advice! " Wang Lin complained and turned around. He signaled for them to go downstairs and walk towards the canteen.

He glanced at Shuman who was walking beside him and thought for a while. "Ms Lin," he said. Four years ago I didn't believe the rumors about the school! Wang Lin, who had already seen his old attitude, hesitated slightly and lowered his voice, "There is no evidence. Besides, I know Wuchen's character very well. He wanted to call me uncle in private. He seems to be half a son. Don't mind my words. So you are a student. Now you're a teacher. I believe that you will take care of your relationship and stop bringing unnecessary trouble and rumors. Yes. "

His eyes still had the power to not be angry. It was sharp and penetrating. It was neither slow nor slow. "Wuchen's marriage has not been smooth. He divorced the year before last and his child followed him. It is the hardest for a man to have a child. It is good that his career has improved. You should have heard that the school wants him to come and pick me up. I am leaving soon. " He laughed. From time to time, he rubbed his white hair with his hands.

"I... understand!" Shuman smiled and looked at the street lamps in the distance.

"I understand your talent. Why would you consider... coming back? Of course I don't mean anything else!" He slowed down his steps, not knowing what to feel.

"My mother... is buried here! Uncle Wang, I... want to come back too!" Shuman's voice was always like a cup of water. It was so soft that she would slip away if she was not careful.

He understood and nodded," Shuman, when you grow up... life will give the child a chance to change. But there is no way to give it to adults. I treat you as a child, but you have indeed grown up. We have to admit, We have already lost the right to pardon for doing something wrong, we can't be wrong anymore. You are a smart person. You understand what I mean. Don't worry, no matter what, I'll do my best to arrange it for you. It's not the time to be a part of the organization yet. There's a process. But I still have to say one more word. Wuchen is very bitter. I hope you can understand. "

"I understand." Shuman answered softly and pushed open the dining hall door first. She asked him to come in first.

They kept looking around for Lee Wuchen. Shuman's heart jumped more and more violently, her fingers cold.

"Why is there no one here? Could it be that they have gone astray?" Wang Lin ignored the waves of students.

Shuman could not help but search with her eyes.

That aura was like an invisible cloak. It gently floated down and covered her hair. Everything in front of her was clear and blurry.

It seemed like there was only one breath left. The calm yet flustered breathing brought some kind of power as it opened and closed in the air.

She closed her eyes slightly and took a deep breath before slowly opening them again.

She quietly waited for the student in front of her to retreat. She knew that he must be here.

"Let's go to the office. He will definitely look for me later!" Wang Lin called several times but there was no response. He wiped the sweat off his head impatiently. Just as he was about to turn around, he saw Lin Shuman walking towards the door pillar.

Following her line of sight, Wang Lin saw a skinny body leaning on the table, eating. The nearest student also had a seat away from him.

His straight sleeves were not buttoned, but he was not sloppy. His dark green shirt made his skin look a little pale and clean. He was eating alone while reading the newspaper beside his hand. His eyes were focused.

Shuman did not say anything. She just quietly stopped a large step away from this person. She looked silently like a handful of shaking well water.

"Wuchen, why are you hiding here to eat? We can find you easily!" Wang Lin was the first to speak.

He raised his head but did not move. The sound of chopsticks hitting the ground broke the strange silence in front of him.

His deep eye sockets looked like a gust of wind as he stared blankly at the scene in front of him. The girl was wearing a blue dress. Her long hair hung down her shoulders, and her eyes seemed to be filled with the pale moonlight.

"Shuman!" He called out slightly.

"Yes, Lin Shuman, so you are a student of the school! She came to the school to work this year. Wuchen, you guys can talk about the details. "You're taking the first year of high school to help her pick up the class. Take your time. How about it?" Wang Lin smiled calmly and gave instructions quickly. However, Lee Wuchen, who was standing at the side, only regained his senses after a long time.

"Okay, I will! Uncle!"

"Okay, I'm leaving. My wife is waiting! Ms Lin, from now on, it will be up to you!" She patted Lee Wuchen's shoulder and turned to leave.

The two of them looked at each other in a daze. They could not say a single word in this restaurant that was already dark yellow in the early autumn.

After a long time, Lin Shuman approached Lee Wuchen and looked at him. She softly said, "I... I... came back!"

He was even more flustered. He was at a loss as to what to do and avoided her eyes. "I... wait a moment, I'll go wash my hands!" As he spoke, he quickly turned around. Shuman's eyes followed his back and her nose felt sore.

When she saw Lee Wuchen sitting alone in the corner eating, her heart began to ache.

"I didn't think of it!" Lee Wuchen returned to his sight. The first sentence he said was like this. He no longer looked helpless.

He maintained the calm smile he had four years ago. His long dimples were quietly cut open like ripples. His smile was especially bright.

"You didn't forget me!" Shuman stared intently at Lee Wuchen's face. It was as if she was checking every inch of Lee Wuchen's face. She was afraid that the scene in front of her was fake.

"Four years!" Shuman felt wronged and wanted to cry.

"Shuman, I... I am old!" Lee Wuchen turned his gaze away unnaturally and gently turned the corner of his mouth away. It was a smile that he had not seen for a long time. The Emperor of Sorrow was a little desolate. He had no choice but to admit it. Was it about time or feelings?