Chapter 103 Extra Appearance
After a night of hangover, when Xie Shu woke up, the sky was bright in front of him. The noise of daytime smoke curled around his ears through the window, calling him back to the world.
When Xie Shu stood up, he subconsciously reached out to grab something, but there was nothing in front of him, nothing was left.
Xie Shu was stunned at first, and couldn't help but look down at his hands thoughtfully.
For some reason he always felt that his hands shouldn't be like this. Maybe they should be more weathered, a little rougher, and maybe they should have held someone's hands and wiped someone's tears.
When the latter association came to mind, Xie Shu couldn't help but be shocked. At the same time, the memories of those decades were pulled out of his mind by some irresistible force, like a flowing river, fragments of a nebula, and could not be recalled in panic.
In that year and that month, he once dreamt of traveling to the country of Huaxu. All the past events seemed like a dream, like dewdrops and lightning, so far away.
And in the endless years that went against him, there was a person who was like the fireworks in the daytime and the spring breeze in March, who captured his gaze and entangled him with endless warmth and undying love. His soul trembled for it and his life was crazy about it. They depended on each other from beginning to end.
He desperately tried his best to touch the memory of him, but the more he did so, the more blurred the memory of that person became.
In the thick and dense fog, he couldn't make it through and couldn't see through his vague features.
Seeing the years passing by and the rivers and streams no longer flowing, Xie Shu developed an obsession. He could give up everything except what he couldn't lose or forget. He wanted to hold on to that person, the person he couldn't throw away no matter what. He had to find perfection in this broken world.
After a while, Xie Shu sat up, sweating profusely and covering his head. Xie Shu's action also attracted the attention of another person in the dormitory.
Wu Yunhai also drank yesterday. He had obviously spent a large sum of money to treat guests at Qingyun Pavilion, but it was Xie Shu who stole the show throughout the whole process.
How could Wu Yunhai be in a good mood? Later on, he even drank to drown his sorrows.
But Wu Yunhai woke up earlier than Xie Shu. After all, he was busy every day before. Even though he had received the offer, his body had formed a biological clock.
Seeing that he couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard he tried, Wu Yunhai simply got up from bed and packed his things. He had his work done anyway and would have to report to the company in a few days, so he planned to find a house close to the company so that he wouldn't have to live in the same room with Xie Shu, lest he get upset.
Wu Yunhai couldn't control the noise he made. He felt a little guilty when he saw Xie Shu woke up, and then he saw that he still seemed to be in unwell. Wu Yunhai couldn't help but gloat. He had never seen Xie Shu drink before. No wonder he got a little drunk yesterday after drinking only a little. He must be feeling a little uncomfortable.
Thinking of this, Wu Yunhai deliberately said: "Xie Shu, if you can't drink, just drink less, don't be so stubborn."
Perhaps there was a vague feeling, as if no one had dared to speak to him in such a tone for a long time. Xie Shu raised his eyebrows slightly and looked towards Wu Yunhai.
Although he was a roommate he was not very familiar with, when Xie Shu saw him, he seemed to be able to see through everything about him, and even read his thoughts. Xie Shu's mouth corners twitched subtly.
Wu Yunhai had an illusion of trance. Xie Shu's eyes were as cold and clear as those of others, but why was there an indescribable pressure in their depth now, with a tremendous force that left people with nowhere to stay and nowhere to hide?
Wu Yunhai couldn't help but lower his head, not daring to look him in the eye.
Xie Shu just glanced at Wu Yunhai and then looked away. He stood up and washed in silence, looking at himself in the mirror, staring at him for a while before washing his face with clean water.
Time will not stop passing, and life still goes on as usual.
However, Xie Shu often fell into one fantasy dream after another. In his dreams, the road was filled with flowers, the air was filled with the sound of flutes and drums, there was the bright moon on the Twenty-Four Bridges, and the willows in the mist of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.
But when he looked back, everything was eclipsed.
Xie Shu walked towards him, and saw that they were just a few steps away. Every time he came to this moment, it was like a midnight dream. It turned out that being so close yet so far away was not just a legend.
Even so, Xie Shu still looked forward to the arrival of every night. He was afraid of dreaming, but what he was more afraid of was the day when he would no longer dream.
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Xie Shu has now completed all the procedures and started teaching classical literature subjects in school.
In his spare time, he still likes reading. He tried to compile some books about ancient times, and surprisingly, he got started very smoothly.
For Xie Shu, such ordinary time seemed to be hard-earned. It was what he wanted, so he didn't find it boring.
But... every morning when he woke up, he felt lost and had a sense of imperfection that had never been fulfilled.
The new school year is halfway through and the next semester has begun.
As soon as the winter vacation was over, many students returned to school with their excitement and enthusiasm still lingering.
With the start of a new semester, registration for elective courses has also arrived.
However, before registration, the topic of elective courses had been discussed enthusiastically in the school forum. Originally, Xie Shu's name often appeared in the popular list, and now it is always ranked first or second.
"Thank God for teaching me the history of ancient literature this semester. Although I don't understand anything at all, I really want to sign up."
"I want to sign up, but I don't know if I can get one. He just started teaching last semester and I was lucky enough to get one. Thank God, he's really handsome, has good temperament, and has a nice voice. I originally had no interest in ancient literature, but now I really want to change my major."
"Be careful, be careful. I thought so before, but after looking at the subjects that need to be studied in classical literature, such as textual criticism, phonology, and exegesis, I think it is better for mortals like me not to challenge ourselves and just go and listen to the lectures of the masters. Besides, after so long, there is only one Xie Shu. Who can write so many academic papers at such a young age like him and host the National Antiquities Committee project?"
"Everyone is discussing this seriously. I'm just an ordinary person, and I just want to ask if Xie Shen has a girlfriend, or a boyfriend, ahem, isn't there anyone who wants to pursue Xie Shen?"
"There is a special thread discussing Xie Shen's love life, you can go to Tao, but I suggest you give up on this idea. Xie Shen has never had any relationship experience, so no one can pursue him. And... I don't know if you feel that Xie Shen looked like he had no desires before, but now he looks a little... cold and aloof, and it feels like it's a sin to have any desires..."
"Is it that exaggerated? Senior Brother Xie seems to be only about 23 or 24 years old, not much older than us..."
"It's true. Just go and listen to his class and you'll know."
"Wow, I hope I can get it..."
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Xie Shu walked into the classroom in the morning light, holding a book in his arms. He glanced at the dark crowd without showing any surprise.
The chaotic and noisy sounds in the classroom came to an abrupt end when Xie Shu came in. Everyone stared at the young man on the podium who was cool, handsome, steady and elegant.
Xie Shu briefly introduced his name and started the first class of this semester.
The history of classical literature was told in his words. He rarely showed emotions, and most of the time, Xie Shu was serious.
But every time he talked about something interesting, he would occasionally reveal a gentle smile. Before people had time to digest it, his cold and low voice had already made everyone focus.
As a teacher, Xie Shushi coped very well, and there was almost nothing wrong with him, whether in terms of professionalism or other aspects.
It is a pleasure to listen to his lectures. Most people can develop some interest in them even if they know nothing about classical literature.
At the end of the class, many people woke up as if from their dreams and began to communicate with each other excitedly. They also agreed to come early next time to reserve seats.
Xie Shu's open class videos were also widely circulated on the Internet, sparking a classical craze.
Xie Shu didn't feel anything about this. He seemed to have adapted to this kind of attention naturally, even though he was not someone who often appeared in public before.
Xie Shu also attributed this to the cause of those dreams.
Until one day, Xie Shu suddenly stopped dreaming.
He slept until dawn, but it felt like he had not slept all night. He was distraught and at a loss as to what to do.
Xie Shu wandered around for a while, trying to find some signs of waking up from a dream, but there were none. He didn't dream at all that night.
Then, will he still dream after that?
Xie Shu didn't want to know the answer.
For the first time, Xie Shu didn't want the night to come early. He sat quietly for a long time, and when he saw that the class time was almost up, he packed up and went to the classroom.
Teacher Xie was a little unusual today.
Many students felt this. If Xie Shu was still the awe-inspiring and unapproachable Gao Shan before, today he seemed closer to everyone, more indifferent and calmer than before, like a wandering soul in the world.
From time to time, he would look at the sky outside the window, wondering what he was waiting for.
At this time, Xie Shu turned the page and talked about this section of ancient poetry. It was early spring, with birds flying and grass growing, all things reviving and flowers blooming.
There are many ancient poems describing the beauty of spring throughout history, some of which express one's thoughts through objects or some use scenery to express one's feelings. When talking about this, Xie Shu couldn't help but gently reveal his first smile of the day.
At this time, a classmate saw this scene, so he bravely raised his hand and asked: "Teacher, can you share a few ancient poems describing spring? Or you can write your own poems."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the classroom couldn't help but laugh. They all understood each other tacitly. They all knew that this was a trick to get Xie Shu to read a poem.
Xie Shu has a very nice voice. He occasionally reads classical Chinese or ancient poetry with ups and downs in his tone, and his voice is like a spring breeze. If you record it completely, you can listen to it over and over again as if it were a professional recitation.
As for the latter, it is just a joke. Although everyone knows that Xie Shu is a master of classical literature and has written many academic papers, no one has ever seen him publish any poems.
As long as academic questions were asked, Xie Shu was always willing to give advice, so everyone thought that Xie Shu would quickly choose a poem to recite.
But when Xie Shu heard this question, the memories in his mind suddenly flooded over him like an endless torrent. He remembered the poem he had written for that person, he remembered the peach branches he had picked for that person, he also remembered his face and his smile.
He looked out the window, and all that was left was a sea of flowers in front of him.
That year was just like today, the bright peach blossoms were like fire, the light blush on the cheeks matched the different shades of red makeup, and the boundless spring scenery was radiant.
But at this moment, at this moment, Xie Shu finally understood that all things in the world are like flowing water and falling red leaves, and they are all empty in a moment.
Xie Shu was completely calm until a burst of noise came from the classroom, as if someone had seen something amazing, causing everyone to rush to look inside.
I saw a figure walking out from under the peach blossoms. He was wearing a vermilion shirt with a silver front and cloud pattern, a colorful ribbon tied around his waist, and his black hair was as smooth as satin and cascading down like a waterfall, like a banished immortal in the legend.
When he raised his head, his face was as white as the first snow, his slightly furrowed brows seemed to be shrouded in the misty rain of the south of the Yangtze River, and his pair of ink-black eyes were condensed with vast clouds.
Until Xie Shu looked over. When their eyes met, his eyes suddenly lit up, shining brightly. The red mole at the corner of his eye was bright and even more gorgeous among the peach blossoms, like petals about to bloom, trembling and blooming, occupying the whole room with spring colors.
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