He wanted to feel the air and smell of her.

Because in his heart, his wife Song Wenxian has never left and has always been by his side.

The cold bed was warmed by the fire.

Populus euphratica lay comfortably on it, quietly feeling everything around her.

I don't know what beautiful scenes I remembered in the past, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of my mouth.

Ali's nights are always so quiet, without the intoxicating colorful neon lights of the capital, and there is no bustling nightlife.

But Populus euphratica loved this tranquility and indulged in it.

Perhaps he had become accustomed to such nights in the past eight years of solitude.

With his head on his hands, he turned it slightly and looked at the hazy moonlight outside the window.

Hu Yang suddenly lifted the quilt and put on his clothes and shoes.

When you open the door, the cold wind from the snow-capped mountains and the Gobi roars in.

Let the poplar, who is accustomed to the warm temperature in the house, shiver unconsciously.

However, the cold outside couldn't stop him from wanting to get out.

The moonlight shone on the school playground, illuminating the flagpole in front of the playground as a long blur.

The poplar stepped on the snow and made a slight noise.

Walking to the door of the classroom, he reached out and held the cold door lock, and took advantage of the moonlight to find a key from the corner of the wall.

The key to the door lock of the school classroom has always been here, and Dolma and the others know it.

Hu Yang put the lock and key in the handy, turned on the lamp, and the eight desks were quietly placed in the classroom.

He looked down at the table of the pulpit and touched it lightly with his hand.

It hasn't been used for months, and a thin layer of dust has accumulated on it.

It seems that Aunt Baima and the others did not clean the classroom after they left.

Actually, it's right to think about it, it's no longer used here, so why clean it?

Where they live, they should come and clean it often.

Because when he came back tonight, he found that even the glass inside the window was clean, and there was no dust in the corners.

It doesn't look like it was just cleaned up.

According to the thinking of rural people, as long as the bed, dining table, chairs and the floor as far as can be seen are cleaned, it is already enough.

As for the corners where you can't see them, they won't be cleaned specifically.

It doesn't matter if there are cockroaches, rats, etc.

Just don't want to spoil things in the house.

That's why Hu Yang judged that Aunt Baima would come over to clean up from time to time.

Pull out a stool from under the lectern and return to the room to get a damp cloth and wipe it carefully.

This stool, which is a little old, was built by Hu Yang and Song Wenxian when they first came to the small village to teach.

Of course, in the end, it was only with the help of Uncle Basang.

Well, it's a bit ugly compared to what Dolma and the others usually sit on.

But Populus euphratica likes it and is reluctant to return it.

After wiping the stool clean, Populus euphratica wiped everything else.

For about half an hour, he sat quietly behind his lectern and looked at the empty classroom.

It's as if you can go back in time, back to the past nine or ten years ago.

Ay!

Hu Yang's mood suddenly became low, and he couldn't remember the complete experience of the two of them here before.

Even if he had a memory that he would never forget, it would not help.

After sitting in the empty classroom for a long time, he stood up and walked out silently.

The lights are still on inside, as if to drive away the darkness and search for memories that will be lost in the past.

The moonlight was as cold as ever, reflecting on the snow, glowing white.

Populus lightly kicked the snow below her feet, a little sad.

After a few minutes of pause, he returned to his room, opened his suitcase, and pulled out a pottery instrument from the bottom and the inside.

I turned back to the playground and looked at the snow-capped rooftops.

With a smile, he climbed up the ladder next to him.

Lying on it, there was a chill behind me, it was the feeling of the roof and the snow.

It also made him more energetic.

Hu Yang believes that this is the best place for Ali to see the night sky and the bright Milky Way.

Of course, she is most worthy of her nostalgia.

Winters in Tibet are a bit annoying.

Because it wasn't as bright as it was in summer, there were always some unpredictable clouds blocking his vision.

Perhaps there was another reason he didn't want to admit, and that was that the person he loved the most left him in that cold winter.

That's why Populus euphratica doesn't like winter in Tibet.

As time passed, the lights of the village also disappeared from time to time.

The night is getting deeper.

There was no sound other than the occasional faint neighing of horses.

It was as if the whole world had fallen into an atmosphere of silence.

Hu Yang took out the cold Tao Xun from his pocket.

I blew it a few times to see if it was too cold to make it sound inaccurate.

Fortunately, it does not affect its use.

Hu Yang slowly closed his eyes, breathed in the dry cold wind, and put Tao Xun to his mouth.

The melodious sound of Tao Xun then came out, giving people a sense of peace, peace and longing.

The sound of Tao Xun accompanied by the cold wind blowing into the village.

When I came back this time, Populus euphratica had too many feelings, and her sense of nostalgia for this place was also strengthened.

This is all experienced in the sound of Tao Xun played by him.

Missing, thinking stronger than before.

Populus euphratica lay on the roof, blowing unwillingly.

He couldn't feel the coldness coming from behind him, nor could he feel the cold of the cold wind blowing on his face.

Tao Xun's voice gradually became louder.

Aunt Baima, who had just been lying down, seemed to hear something, and listened quietly for a while.

Touched the village chief next to him.

"Hey, listen, is Mr. Hu blowing his Tao Xun again?" she whispered to the village chief.

After more than an hour of rest, the village chief's head was not so dizzy, and after hearing his wife's voice, he listened carefully.

"Well, it seems to be the song that Mr. Hu used to play, but tonight seems to be better. The village chief grinned.

Aunt Baima agrees with this, and she also thinks tonight's one is better.

It's definitely not an illusion that I haven't heard about it for too long.

"Hey, Mr. Hu is thinking about Mr. Song again. Aunt Baima sighed.

This sigh exhausted her helplessness.

The village chief stopped laughing.

Finally, his thousand words converged into a heavy sigh

"Hey!"

Tao Xun's voice continued to reach their ears, and it was so clear in this cold night.

After a long time, the village chief suddenly said, "Why don't you persuade Teacher Hu tomorrow." ”

Aunt Baima naturally knew what her husband was trying to express.

It is nothing more than to persuade Populus euphratica to let go of the past and not to continue to be nostalgic for the past.

Since you chose to leave here in the first place, you can do it by letting go of everything here.

Perhaps the village chief does not know the phrase "the best way to forget one person is to fall in love with another again".

But he knows exactly how to do it.

Aunt Baima closed her eyes and listened to Tao Xun's voice, and finally shook her head and said, "Do you think Teacher Hu will listen?"

It's not that I haven't been persuaded, and I don't know how many times I've tried.

But does it work?