Meng Yun still remembers three months ago.

That day, Lin Yiyang Studio posted on Weibo: "Single. Hype."

Countless insults came into her small account. Although netizens did not know that she was "Meng Yun" and was just a virtual account, she was really not a good-tempered person.

Netizen a: "Disgusting, why don't you die?"

Trumpet: "You go first, I will follow."

Netizen b: "I'm dreaming of Lin Yiyang, you're crazy. Are you worthy of him?"

Small trumpet: "Or you will be worthy."

Netizen c: "You will explode in place."

Trumpet: "You demonstrate one first."

Netizen d: "Which company is your job gangster? How much money did you charge to do such a bad thing? Aren't you afraid of retribution? You are a low-key person."

Small trumpet: "Why are you still alive if you really get retribution?"

She was still avenging her revenge, and Lin Yiyang came over with a WeChat message: "Yun Yun, don't do this."

Meng Yun has been accustomed to being arrogant since childhood. Whoever makes her angry, can she also make a fucking king of heaven?

But she really went offline that day. More than that. A few days later, she posted a Weibo post, claiming that it was bored by the school student, and apologizing for the troubles caused to Lin Yiyang and the behind-the-scenes worker Meng.

What's the use of pride? Arrogance is also for outsiders. She is so domineering, but she is a person who is addicted to it when she is in love. She doesn't have to leave a man, but she doesn't have to lack love.

A figure flashed by at the door.

Meng Yun came back to his senses and found himself in a strange classroom.

The window is green and the sky is blue, and the view is wide, more than 2,000 kilometers away from Shanghai.

She asked, "Who is outside?"

Two thin shadows were squeezing and pushing on the floor at the door, and from time to time a braid popped out of the door frame and retracted in.

Meng Yun couldn't go over, his fingers passed through the piano and pressed a small note, "Shirts and shine..."

The movement at the door calmed down. A head was poked out, and the little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, with big and bright black eyes. When she ran into Meng Yun, she immediately retracted.

Meng Yun was funny. Seeing this shyness, I was afraid that it was not Chen Yue's sister.

She pressed the keys and said, "I saw you."

The little girl poked her head out again, feeling a little timid: "Are you the new music teacher?"

Meng Yun said: "Yes."

The second little girl also emerged: "We are in Class 1 (3) of junior high school."

The ten o'clock class is in Grade 1 (3).

Meng Yun said: "What are your names?"

The two little girls looked at each other and smiled with pursed lips.

The first one said: "My name is Xigu."

The second one said: "My name is Baiye."

Meng Yun found them from the roster and said, "The name sounds very good."

The little girl smiled shyly, but her body stretched out more. Meng Yun saw their old wrinkled T-shirts and dark and thin arms.

"What's the teacher's name?"

"Meng Yun."

"Wow." Nishigu said, "Mengyun. Is it the colorful cloud in the dream?"

Meng Yun was a little stunned. No one had ever explained her name like this. She originally wanted to tell them that Yun meant Riguang, but she didn't speak.

Bai Ye said enthusiastically: "Teacher, our Yunnan is the south of colorful clouds."

Meng Yun smiled: "I know."

Dingling, the class bell rang. The two girls looked at each other and smiled at Meng Yun together: "Teacher Mengyun, you are so beautiful!" Before he finished speaking, the figure ran away, leaving only the sunlight slanted in the door frame.

The air in the mountainous areas of the plateau is clear and pollution-free, and the sunlight is much stronger than that in the plains. It is so white that Meng Yun suddenly saw the image of the word "Yun".

She took out the textbooks issued by the foundation from her bag and thought about how to teach the children, teach songs or notes, popular or folk songs, and she didn't do enough homework and crammed for the moment. She became more and more guilty.

At ten o'clock, Meng Yun appeared at the door of the classroom in Class 1 (3) in junior high school. The room was silent, and more than thirty gazes were gathered on her. The students were very direct and looked at her from head to toe without any hesitation, as if she was from an alien.

Meng Yun walked up to the podium and glanced at them all around - there was no uniform school uniform, his clothes were dirty and old, his face was dark, but his eyes were clearly black and white, and he looked at her directly.

Meng Yun smiled slightly: "I am your new music teacher, my name is Meng Yun."

She wrote her name on the blackboard: "It's Yun, not Jun, don't read it wrong."

There was a naughty child immediately below reading: "Meng Jun!"

There was laughter in the classroom.

Meng Yun put down the chalk and said, "Okay, go to the music classroom now and go downstairs and whisper, don't disturb the classmates in other classes."

The boy was a little naughty, and he rolled past Meng Yun like the wind; the girl surrounded her side in clusters, separated by a distance, not too close or far away.

They looked at Meng Yun curiously, her hair, her skirt, her fingernails, and her high heels.

"Teacher, are your nails covered with nail polish?"

"It's a manicure." Meng Yun finished speaking and found that they didn't understand, so he said, "Yes, nail polish."

"Teacher, will the shoes you are wearing fall down?" the girl asked staring at her glittering shoes.

Meng Yun glanced at the little girl's shoes. They were a pair of men's sneakers that were too large. I don't know if they were left by brothers at home or donated.

She said: "I don't know. Just walk around."

Xigu said: "It's not easy for teachers to walk on mountain roads, so I'm afraid I'll fall into mud. Teacher, you don't have mountain roads, are you very wide concrete roads?"

Meng Yun didn't have time to answer, and asked again: "Teacher, where are you from?"

"Shanghai."

The children whispered and shared it together like a secret: "The teacher is from Shanghai." "The teacher is from Shanghai!"

When they arrived at the music classroom, the news exploded in the whole class. They talked about it, and all the teaching content of the music class was thrown outside the classroom.

"Is there a sea in Shanghai, teacher?!"

"Yes, and Jiang." Meng Yun said, "Students, let's go first-"

"Teacher, is the building in Shanghai very high?"

“Very high.”

“What about the highest level?”

Meng Yun couldn't answer, so he looked through his phone and said, "Shanghai Central Building is more than 600 meters away. Let's learn today-"

"Can you see the cloud?"

“See the weather, sometimes it can.”

“Does everyone have a cell phone?”

"It should be."

"Students also have them?"

Meng Yun didn't know what these were all questions, and answered: "All of them are. Students, listen to the teacher first-"

"Teacher, is your phone an Apple?" a boy in the back row asked loudly.

It was the boy who called her Meng Jun. Meng Yun asked: "What's your name?"

"Yang Linzhao." When he reported his name, several boys around him laughed, only one was very quiet and didn't speak much. When he was calling the name, Meng Yun had an impression of the boy, named Long Xiaoshan.

Meng Yun said: "Yes."

Yang Linzhao asked: "Teacher, can you borrow your phone to check it out?"

Meng Yun's face looked slightly solemn and said, "No."

Yang Linzhao shook his shoulders and said sadly: "Okay."

"Teacher, how old are you?"

"Teacher, are you married?"

"Teacher, how long are you here?"

...

The bell rang and Meng Yun did nothing, so he did a class q&a.

She was a little tired and returned to the office located on the west side of the teaching building. This office was specially configured for teachers and volunteers who were teaching. Meng Yun was a volunteer, and she was also a physical education teacher from Shanxi, Xu Jiangsong, and Ding Mianmian, a health teacher from Sichuan.

There is another system teacher Li Tong from the school who teaches high school English. She is also a volunteer at the foundation and also takes on the responsibility of mental health. She is also responsible for the physiological and hygiene classes of girls in several middle and primary schools in this area.
To be continued...