Exclusive Memory Chapter 5 Part 2

 Mu Chenghe's class is still the same.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and everyone is eager to shorten the break time and finish class early, and immediately retreat to the bed. But he still insisted on taking a break between classes.

The winter vacation is less than a month away. A lot of electives are preparing for exams, as is Russian. So, after he finished teaching the tasks for this semester, he asked me to go to his office after class to get the review materials, and then see if the students would like to print them out.

He said: "The review questions contain 80% of the content of the exam, so let everyone review well."

I stared, "Eighty points for these two pieces of paper?"

He smiled and nodded.

I happily said, "Long live the teacher!"

"Don't shrink the print and take it to cheat." He added.

"...how could it be?" I lowered my head in embarrassment, this man really didn't open any pot and lifted it.

At this time of day, there are very few people.

He and I went down to the first floor, and happened to be a classmate who was walking towards me. She seemed to have forgotten something and went back to the classroom to get it. When she saw Mu Chenghe, she nodded and greeted him, and then hurriedly climbed up the stairs.

The snow was still falling, and I opened the umbrella, hesitating whether to use it with him.

Just then, a car came around the corner. I was pulled by his arm and forced onto the sidewalk, and then the tip of the open umbrella inadvertently scraped his face.

He was stunned, stopped, blinked his eyes, and looked a little strange.

"What's wrong? Did you poke your eye?" I asked nervously.

He lowered his head with his fingers, rubbed his eyelids, then looked up at me, blinked again, and said, "It seems that the contact lens fell out."

"Ah!" I said, "Stop rubbing, let me see."

Then I put away my umbrella, stood on tiptoe, and observed his rubbed red eyes.

"What about the other side?"

"Still there." He said.

"Then don't move, help me hold the things." After I finished speaking, I gave him all the umbrella and book in my hand, then bent down, and looked for the dropped lens on the ground with the faint light of the mobile phone .

"Forget it," he said, "it's hard to find."

"Don't underestimate me. I have sharp eyes. I used to find hairpins easily when they were drilled and dropped on the ground." I said, squatting on the ground, taking off my fluffy gloves, and pointing my fingers, I searched carefully on the ground with residual snow. .

I didn't dare to lift my foot, for fear that I would step on that thing myself.

The snowflakes floated down one by one, fell on my hair and shoulders, and then stopped suddenly.

When I looked up, I saw Mu Chenghe opened the umbrella for me, so I smiled at him and continued to search.

"How many degrees do you have on your eyes?" I asked as I busied myself. (she means the vision, like 20/20 etc)

"Six hundred on the left and five hundred and five on the right."

"The degree is so high, both of my eyes are 5.0, be envious."

"Well, I'm quite envious." He said cooperatively.

Then, I got up, picked up the small transparent plastic piece, handed it to him, and said with a smile: "Look, didn't I find it?"

Although my fingers were frozen red, I didn't pay attention to it at all, and I put on a triumphant victor look.

He paused for a moment, looked down at my hand, slowly moved his gaze up, and finally fell on my face, and finally couldn't help but smile, "You're such a child." Even his eyes were softer when he spoke, as if there was warmth through the ice and snow in this cold winter night.

I pouted and protested, "I'm not a child, I'm already twenty-one."

It's a strange feeling, I always hoped that I would never grow up, but when I heard Mu Chenghe say that I was a child again, I felt awkward and couldn't wait to make myself an adult.

The next day, I was going to the toilet in the bathroom cubicle and was about to flush when I heard someone outside washing his hands and saying, "That Xue Tong in your class."

I froze for a while.

"What?" another girl B replied.

"I took Russian class with her, and I met her going downstairs with our Russian teacher alone. It was like that. I saw it several times." Girl A said.

"She—" B said two words, feeling unfinished.

"I heard that Secretary Wu will keep her in the college for an internship next semester. I'm really jealous."

Because we had to take the English major eight in our senior year, the college advanced the time of our internship from the fourth year to the end of the third year. So, everyone is looking for a place.

"It's normal. Many teachers like her, so there's nothing I can do about it."

"Why?"

"Forget it, it's not good to gossip about people behind their backs. And she doesn't hate it either."

Girl A became interested, "Tell me, does she have a family background?"

"That's not true."

"Then why?"

"Because of her dad."

"Her dad?"

Hearing someone say my dad, I flushed and pushed the door out. They were both stunned when they saw me. I casually walked to the mirror to wash my hands and said, "My dad wasn't a big deal, he was a taxi driver, and he died when he acted bravely."

I turned off the faucet and couldn't find a place to wipe my hands, so I wiped casually on my jeans and walked out of the bathroom.

When I was in my junior year of high school, my father died.

They said that the robbers came out after robbing the gold shop, changed the car and got into his taxi, and forced him out of the city with a knife. At that time, my dad lied to them that they took a shortcut, but ended up taking a detour to the nearest police station.

As soon as my dad saw the police car at the gate of the police station, he yelled for the police, and the people in the car stabbed him to death.

This process was played again and again on the news sites of the provincial and municipal TV stations, accompanied by the tearful descriptions of the people at the scene, the personal memories of the police on duty, and the shocking puddles of blood on the car and underground.

Later, many leaders came to our home to visit us.

His ashes were placed in the martyrs cemetery in our urban area and became a martyr.

I couldn't accept this fact at the time.

My dad grew fat, and he drove a taxi in partnership with others. Because he had to buy food and cook for my mother and me at home all the year round, he always ran late at night, sleeping for a while during the day and then getting up to cook.

He has a good temper, but he can't stand anyone bullying me, otherwise he will be more angry than anyone else. But he is a very timid person, even in some inevitable small frictions upstairs and downstairs, he is unwilling to argue with others and offend others, and he always acts as a peacemaker with a smile on his face.

It is completely different from my mother's vigorous and resolute behavior.

So it's hard to imagine that he will one day become a hero who fights tenaciously with gangsters.

When the news of my father's death due to ineffective treatment in the hospital reached my grandfather's ears, the old man had a heart attack and he couldn't catch his breath. He became a vegetable.

Just like that, on the same day, the two people who love me the most in the world no longer smile at me.

At that time, my grandma poked my mother's shoulder, wept hard and said, "It's you, woman, who ruined our family. You are a broom star. You have been my daughter-in-law for twenty years, but you can't give birth to a grandson, so you want my son. Fate. You think you are a policewoman, you are a hero, you are better than him in everything. You have always looked down on him, knowing that my son is useless and not a man. If you hadn't provoked him for so many years, he would be so stupid?"

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