Xu Yao seems to be born with the ability to be very popular no matter where he is.
The students in the classroom soon saw him and were calling "Brother Xu Yao". Xu Yao walked in from the back door of the classroom. A student introduced Meng Yao to him. He pulled Xu Yao's clothes and raised his head and said, "Brother Xu Yao, this is our new teacher Xiao Meng."
After saying that, he looked at Meng Yao, then turned back shyly.
Xu Yao raised his hand and touched his head, hummed and said, "I know."
He raised his eyes and saw the word "Meng Yao" written in beautiful handwriting on the blackboard.
Xu Yao's appearance freed up Meng Yao, and the students here were obviously closer to him. Yu Yuan handed the students over to the two of them and left the classroom.
After immersed in homework for a long time, as soon as Yu Yuan left, the students in the classroom started clamoring to relax.
Xu Yao looked at the time and asked them with a smile: "How do you want to relax?"
Some students raised their hands: "Is it okay to watch a movie?"
As soon as this suggestion came out, the whole classroom was excited, and everyone was echoing it.
Xu Yao thought for a while and said, "Okay. But I didn't bring my computer to the classroom, and I'm about to eat lunch. I might not have enough time to watch a movie. How about we watch it at another time?"
"Ah..." everyone said in a long voice, a little disappointed, "Okay then."
Xu Yao guided them: "Think about it, do you have any other favorite relaxing activities?"
They knew too few relaxing activities, and the students below were racking their brains.
Xu Yao waited for a while, then turned his head and looked at Meng Yao.
Meng Yao received his gaze and was stunned, understanding something. But she is actually very boring. She has rarely played poker, let alone games, since she was a child. She really can't think of any relaxing activities. For herself, she can only do one thing when she relaxes and relieves herself from boredom.
Under Xu Yao's gaze, Meng Yao tentatively suggested, "Is painting okay?"
The person asking was a student, but she looked at Xu Yao.
In this completely unfamiliar place, Xu Yao was the only person she was familiar with, and she unconsciously felt a little dependent on him.
Xu Yao seemed to be startled by the emotion in her eyes. After only a few seconds, he quickly nodded to Meng Yao: "Of course."
The students in the classroom did not object and showed great interest.
Meng Yao breathed a sigh of relief.
"But what to draw?"
They have never taken any serious art classes and have no skills in painting. Even because they are trapped in this small mountain village, they have not seen the wider world, and even the materials they can use for painting are limited.
Meng Yao said: "It's all fine. Draw what you want, such as landscapes or characters. Use your imagination, even if it's fictional."
Some younger students do not understand the meaning of "fiction". They have no reference and are unable to start with a pen.
Meng Yao glanced outside the classroom. After thinking for a while, I turned around and took some colored chalks of different colors from the podium. Without thinking much, I drew a landscape painting on the blackboard.
The things she painted were very simple, with only a few white clouds, free-flying birds, and a few clusters of flowers growing upward.
This is the scene outside the classroom at this time.
It only took Meng Yao a few minutes to present it on the blackboard, and the painting was very realistic.
There were exclamations from under the podium, and there was an extra layer of admiration in the child's innocent and clear eyes. Even Xu Yao was surprised, seeing that Meng Yao had some skills in painting.
Meng Yao put down the chalk, and the classmates below lowered their heads and began to draw. For a while, the only sound in the classroom was the rustling of the pen tip falling on the paper.
Meng Yao walked down from the podium and watched the students draw, occasionally bending down to give guidance softly. Everyone has different painting styles. Meng Yao saw some drawing cartoon characters, some imitating the landscape painting on her blackboard, and some drawing the sun, mountains, and sea...
Meng Yao stopped at a desk and looked down at a certain student's painting.
The little boy drew a person in a notebook. The drawing was very abstract. Meng Yao could only infer from the hairstyle that he drew a boy.
Next to the characters, many snacks are drawn and their names are marked with Chinese characters.
Meng Yao initially thought that this painting expressed longing.
Probably the little boy in the painting wanted to have snacks.
Until the little boy writes underneath the painting. When he wrote the first word "Xu", Meng Yao had not thought of anything, but the boy held up the pen with a troubled expression and could not write the second word.
Meng Yao suddenly realized something.
Sure enough, the little boy raised his head and looked at her, shyly asking for help in a low voice: "Teacher, do you know how to write the word '曜' for brother Xu Yao?"
It was impossible for Meng Yao not to know.
The name Xu Yao is so familiar to her that I can write it with my eyes closed.
Meng Yao subconsciously glanced at Xu Yao on the other side of the classroom.
He was talking to students and had a beautiful smile.
Didn't pay any attention to this side.
The little boy was still looking up at her, his eyes full of innocence.
Meng Yao looked away, lowered his eyes and nodded, saying "yes".
She took the pen from the little boy's hand, leaned over, and added a "Yao" after the child's correct word "Xu".
After writing this word, he didn't get up immediately.
She looked at the paintings in the notebook, thought about it, and asked in a lower voice, "Why do you write Brother Xu Yao in the paintings?"
The little boy turned his head and glanced quickly in Xu Yao's direction, smiled shyly, and whispered, "Because the one I drew is brother Xu Yao."
The little boy said: "Brother Xu Yao brought a big box with him when he came to school. There were a lot of snacks in it for us. Some of them I have never eaten before. They are really delicious."
"Principal Yu said that brother Xu Yao would bring us gifts every time he comes."
"He's very nice."
The little boy couldn't hide his affection and closeness to Xu Yao in his tone.
Meng Yao smiled slightly when he heard what he said was so good.
She remembered that a long time ago, Xu Yao handed her the umbrella on a rainy night and shoveled snow as a volunteer in the vast snow...
Now, he supports poor students, helps children in mountainous areas, and uses his own power to bring hope to many people.
He is indeed very good, otherwise Meng Yao would not be so fond of him that he would never forget him in his dreams.
So, whether it's a secret love that never came to light during high school, or a lingering love in the past few years.
Meng Yao felt extremely lucky to have traces of Xu Yao in her youth.
It seems that if you can meet him, it is already worth it.
A burst of laughter suddenly erupted in the classroom, pulling Meng Yao out of his thoughts.
She looked over and saw that all the students in the area where Xu Yao was were laughing. While laughing, they shouted: "Brother Xu Yao's painting is too ugly."
"I'm not even good at painting yet."
They raised the notebook high and wanted to show it to Meng Yao: "Teacher Xiao Meng, look, the little bear drawn by Brother Xu Yao looks like a pig."
Meng Yao wore contact lenses and could see the paintings in the notebook clearly.
Xu Yao is indeed not very good at painting.
The lines are crooked and the shapes are strange.
But it's also pretty cute.
Meng Yao thought.
Xu Yao was criticized by the group, and he lowered his head and smiled helplessly.
The white clouds gathered and dispersed outside the window, and Meng Yao just looked at him quietly, not knowing when a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.
*
After this class, there is a short fifteen-minute break.
Meng Yao walked out of the classroom and saw Feng Xiao talking very energetically next to a boy, and reaching out to pull the boy's clothes.
The boy was facing Meng Yao sideways, and his facial features could not be seen clearly, but he looked young, thin and tall.
Meng Yao felt curious and looked in their direction a few more times.
Xu Yao was pestered by several students and was still in the classroom. Some students ran out to play. When they saw Feng Xiao and the boy, they immediately gathered around. Meng Yao heard that the students not only called Feng Xiao, but also called "Teacher Tan."
With students present, Feng Xiao let go of the boy's hand holding the boy's clothes.
She soon saw Meng Yao, immediately smiled and waved, and patted the boy's arm. The boy turned his head and Meng Yao could see his face clearly.
At first glance he looks like a pretty ordinary boy.
Feng Xiao ran over: "Mr. Meng, I just watched it. The class was very good. It doesn't look like I just took office today."
Meng Yao felt that her personality was a bit like Song Siqi's, she was particularly energetic and easy to show kindness. She smiled and said, "Thank you, please call me Meng Yao."
Feng Xiao nodded: "Okay, your name is really nice."
She thought of something and said casually: "Your name is a bit similar to Xu Yao."
Meng Yao was stunned, never expecting that one day he would be put together with Xu Yao in other people's mouths.
While talking, the boy who was standing with Feng Xiao just now also came over.
Feng Xiao took the initiative to introduce the two of them: "Meng Yao, the new teacher in our school."
"Tan Hong, one of the teachers in our school. Unlike our support teachers, this is his hometown."
When Meng Yao noticed that Feng Xiao was saying this, Tan Hong looked at Feng Xiao.
Meng Yao discovered this small detail carefully and said hello to Tan Hong without saying anything. Unlike Xu Yao, who is high-spirited and high-spirited, Tan Hong is more like the kind of boy who follows the rules and is law-abiding.
Meng Yao was going back to the office, and Feng Xiao was with her. Tan Hong had to attend class next period, so he simply stayed to play with the students.
On the way back to the office, Feng Xiao mentioned Tan Hong frequently. Meng Yao guessed from her expression that she was unconscious and didn't point out.
She just felt that Feng Xiao should be a girl who was not very good at hiding things, and she was also a girl completely different from Meng Yao.
Meng Yao was able to hide her love for a long time, and no one but herself had ever noticed it. Feng Xiao, on the other hand, expressed his love completely with just one look and one movement. Meng Yao had just met her and had already seen her story.
Meng Yao thought, if secret love is something only cowards do, then Feng Xiao should be a girl who grew up in love because she is confident and confident.
After lunch, Meng Yao washed the dishes and walked out of the kitchen. She was the last to finish her meal because she took care of the students in the classroom for a while before eating. Now Feng Xiao is taking a lunch break with the students, while Tan Hong goes home during the noon time.
Meng Yao also heard from Feng Xiao that Tan Hong's mother was not in good health and his father went to work in the mountains and only came back at night. Anyway, the family was close, so Tan Hong would go home to visit when he had time at noon.
There was more than an hour during the lunch break. Meng Yao had nothing to do and planned to go back to the dormitory.
The sun was a little bright at the moment and the campus was quiet. Meng Yao was walking in the corridor and saw Xu Yao at a glance.
He carried a cardboard box out of the office, placed it on the ground, and squatted down.
This road is the only way for Meng Yao to return to his dormitory.
She hesitated, not sure whether to continue approaching.
Maybe he caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye, or maybe he noticed the footsteps. In short, she was still hesitating, and Xu Yao looked sideways.
The world favors him.
The moment she looked at him, this idea suddenly popped into Meng Yao's mind.
It can be seen that Xu Yao has not deliberately cleaned himself up. He is dressed simply and his hair is a bit messy, but the light and shadow are cast very well, making his whole person bright and soft.
At a glance, he is still shining and eye-catching.
Meng Yao could easily recall the scene in her youth when Xu Yao could easily tug at her heartstrings just by standing there.
Meng Yao had looked at him and thought countless times that he should always be high-spirited and energetic, no matter what time of day he was.
Now Meng Yao actually still thinks so.
It's just very magical, and something that Meng Yao never dared to think about in the past is that Meng Yao has been a shadow in the dark countless times, silently paying attention to and looking up at Xu Yao, never expecting to get close to him, as small as a speck of dust. . But now, she and Xu Yao stood face to face, her eyes were still firmly fixed on him, and Xu Yao's eyes actually reflected her figure for a moment.
Meng Yao stood there, looking at Xu Yao.
She couldn't see her expression at the moment, so she definitely didn't know that her current expression was one of hesitation and confusion.
Xu Yao didn't know what she was thinking, but he just watched her standing blankly, a little stunned, as if her softest part was exposed without reservation.
With her reaction, Xu Yao was not sure whether to take the initiative to say hello.
The wind blew from the side, and Meng Yao's clothes swayed in the wind, and a few strands of hair on his cheeks were lifted up, revealing his complete face.
Xu Yao suddenly remembered that Zheng Hua had quietly expressed his opinion before, saying that Meng Yao would look much better without the obstruction of his glasses and if he changed his hairstyle. Xu Yao was listening at the scene and felt that it was very impolite to judge other people's appearance behind their backs, so he immediately changed the subject.
He didn't pay much attention to appearance, and he didn't observe anyone's appearance very carefully. But maybe because this glance lasted long enough, he actually felt like he saw Meng Yao's face clearly for the first time.
Meng Yao is really good-looking.
Xu Yao squatted on the ground and looked at her. None of them made a sound, only the breeze was blowing, and the atmosphere was not awkward at all.
After observing for a long time, Meng Yao seemed to have no intention of moving or speaking. After all, Xu Yao couldn't hold on and spoke first.
However, in fact, he didn't know how to stir up the topic, so he just looked at Meng Yao and asked:
"Busy working?"
Meng Yao reacted greatly, seemingly because he was frightened. His eyes were panicked when he came back to his senses, but he quickly tried his best to calm down. Xu Yao was stunned for a moment because of her reaction.
Meng Yao already acted as if nothing was wrong. The panic just now seemed to be an illusion. She nodded to Xu Yao and said "Yes".
After all, they were not familiar with each other, and Xu Yao was not a talkative person. After saying hello politely, Xu Yao was about to turn around and continue what he was doing, but Meng Yao slowly approached him, glanced at the work in his hands, and looked at Xu Yao's hand. Out of sight, as if he had made a lot of determination and mustered up a lot of courage, he hesitated and asked: "Do you need help?"
