The two of them followed Yan Ruicheng around the side of the road, probably because this village is too remote, and all the scenery here is still the most primitive.

In the distance, I saw children grazing cattle on the ridges of the fields, and farmers busy with farming in the fields, with small birds hovering overhead. For Zhou Ziliang, all this is new. But summer was no stranger, and she was already familiar with them that year.

She even learned a few words of Sichuanese, and most of the villagers here are simple and welcoming, because they know that she is a teacher who stays to teach for free, so they are especially good for summer.

In the evening, Yan Ruicheng prepared to cook dinner for them. But he didn't want to be idle in the summer, and he didn't want to trouble him alone, so he volunteered to help him wash and chop vegetables.

Yan Ruicheng's home is the most primitive earthen stove, and he also uses firewood to cook. Zhou Ziliang didn't know what to do, so he volunteered to prepare for a fire. Several people are busy together, but it feels a bit of home.

Zhou Ziliang has never been exposed to these things, and has always been busy attending meetings and going abroad to arrange his trip. He never had to worry about the trivial things of firewood, rice, oil and salt, he didn't know why, but coming here seemed to have the power to purify people's hearts, making his originally impetuous heart gradually calm down.

Finally, the ingredients were prepared, and Zhou Ziliang began to light a fire.

But because he had never done it before, he was clumsy and almost burned down the kitchen after just the first step of starting a fire. Finally extinguished the firewood that fell out, Yan Ruicheng made a fire, and asked him to add firewood when the firewood burned out, Zhou Ziliang stuffed a lot of wooden sticks into it, not only blocked the fire, not to mention, but also forcibly burned the entire kitchen, choking people's tears almost flowed out.

Seeing that he was choked with tears streaming down his cheeks, Xia felt a sense of guilt in his heart, but he finally couldn't help laughing. He didn't care about his image at all, because his appearance was too funny.

Zhou Ziliang has never seen a girl laugh so presumptuously, heartless, as if she doesn't care about anything. But that smile is really good-looking, revealing a mouthful of white fine teeth, as if advertising a certain toothpaste.

"I'd better come, you just go outside and wait. ”

Zhou Ziliang didn't move, probably didn't expect that there were things in this world that he couldn't handle. So the tsundere energy in my heart was provoked, so I stayed in the stove and refused to leave, watching her operate.

In the summer, I squatted with him in the stove and withdrew all the excess firewood. Accompanied by a thick, choking smoke, the fire was rekindled.

As if by magic, as soon as she got her hands on it, the firewood crackled and burned. The flames rushed upwards, and Summer clapped her hands proudly and added a few wrist-thick wooden sticks to it.

Because of the limited space between the stoves, two people sit on a small bench. They were almost huddled together, and when they were adding firewood, the glow of the fire between the stoves illuminated the faces of Summer. Smooth and fair, white jade-like skin.

Because she was so close, she could vaguely smell the smell of her hair. It seems to be faint, but it smells very good, Zhou Ziliang is a little suspicious that it is his own illusion, because the smoke has not yet dissipated, and there is still a strong smell of smoke in the kitchen.

Finally she suddenly looked back at him, who had been so close to him, wanting to learn the technique. In this way, the tip of her nose hit the tip of her nose directly, and suddenly she looked at each other, and vaguely saw an amber light under her eyes, Zhou Ziliang was stunned, and there was an urge in his heart to turn his head and kiss her.

Before this idea could be put into action, Summer burst into laughter again, laughing heartily.

She dusted her hands off and wiped the dust off his face. Because it was the first time he had done such a thing, he had several black marks on his face.

She slapped the dust on his face while holding back a smile: "Zhou Ziliang, do you know, it's the first time I've seen you look so embarrassed." ”

He looked at her smile and couldn't say a word, but there was indeed a place in his heart that was rapidly softening and degrading, as if a boring sponge was instantly filled with water, and suddenly it was incredibly full.

It took more than an hour to toss and put a few small fried dishes on the table. Of course, the appearance is not very good-looking, but the smell is very fragrant, and it gradually permeates the whole house.

The two of them had dinner and took care of everything again.

The twilight was low, and the whole hill was shrouded in twilight. The temperature in the mountains at night has always been very low, and he went back to his room early in the summer and wrapped a coat, but Zhou Ziliang refused to add clothes, and still wore the thin coat he wore when he came.

Yan Ruicheng's home has limited space, and the place where he and Zhou Ziliang live in summer is on the second floor. The two rooms are next to each other, and the two beds are placed against the same wall, so you can hear the sound next door if you move a little louder.

In the summer, I got up intimately and took a mosquito spray for Zhou Ziliang, "There are more mosquitoes in the mountains, spray some around the bed, so that there are not so many mosquitoes at night." ”

Zhou Ziliang felt very irritable, because he hated the strange smell in the room. But he still stretched out his hand to take it: "The things you have prepared are quite complete." ”

"Of course. Summer said, "Don't forget that I've lived here for a year, so I'm sure I know." There is a lot of fog on the mountain, so remember to cover yourself with a quilt at night. ”

She said hello to Zhou Ziliang and went back to her room to rest alone.

After spraying the anti-mosquito spray, there is a strong fragrance in the house. The richness of the incense, the richness of the irritability. Zhou Ziliang pushed open the window and saw that the lights in the summer room next door had already been turned off, probably because he had gone to bed early.

He hesitated for a moment, then lay back on the bed.

I could vaguely hear the wind whistling outside, but it was still unbelievably quiet. There was no more noise in the city, Zhou Ziliang turned over and stared straight at the wall, as if he could imagine her lying next door.

He reached out and pressed his hand against the wall, as if he could feel her temperature.

After nearly two days of driving, sleepiness soon hit him when he was lying in the house, Zhou Ziliang closed his eyes and fell asleep after a while.

The next summer, I got up early in the morning and prepared breakfast for the children at Yan Ruicheng's house. By the way, she brought all the utensils and gifts to the children to school, and Zhou Ziliang followed her to school.

Along the way, the summer mood was very happy, and Zhou Ziliang even felt for a moment that it was worth coming this time. Because I really saw a lot of other sides that I usually couldn't see her, it seemed that only here did her smile be real.

In a basin like Sichuan, neither transportation nor network is very developed. The children live far from the school, and it takes more than an hour to walk from home to school every day.

The village they are in is even more remote, and the school is a few small bungalows. There were only two classes, and the children got up early, and when they arrived at the school, there were already many children waiting outside the classroom to open the door.

In the summer, he followed Yan Ruicheng to wait for class in his office, preparing to go out to greet the children when the class was in time, and distribute everything to the children by the way.

But after all this time, she couldn't be sure if the children remembered her.

When it was time for class later, Xia and Yan Ruicheng brought all the gifts to the children to the classroom. The children looked at her with wide eyes at the unfamiliar face, but they were all excited to see the gifts.

Xia stood on the podium and greeted the children: "Hello students, I'm Xia, Teacher Xia, does anyone still remember me?"

At first, the children did not speak, as if they were trying to think and hesitate.

But suddenly, a child plucked up the courage to say, "I remember Teacher Xia." ”

Then more voices came out, and the children said they knew her. At their age, there is too much new knowledge they have received, so it is normal for time to forget it, but they didn't expect them to remember themselves, and they were suddenly so happy in the summer.

Summer handed out the gifts prepared for the children one by one, and one of the children raised his face happily when he got the gifts and said to her: "Teacher Xia, I saw you on TV, Teacher Xia is so good, I will be like you in the future." ”

The children were very happy to see these gifts, and they were as happy as a holiday.

Unconsciously, he seems to have become a role model for children.

Later, everything was on the right track, and Yan Ruicheng began to teach children in the classroom. Summer also left the classroom and stood outside the window with Zhou Ziliang to watch the situation.

Look at the happy expression on her face, and the cheerful laughter of the children. Zhou Ziliang even felt that he could empathize with her joy, it turned out that in this world, there are still so many people who like her, need her, remember her, and even regard her as a role model.

She had been through far more than he knew, and she had been through more than he knew.

In the classroom, the children were still reciting poems with Yan Ruicheng, and he read: "The river rain is full of grass, the six dynasties are like dreams and birds crying in the air, and the ruthless is the most Taicheng willow, and the smoke cage is still ten miles away......"

The children followed him, babbling and reading: "The river rain and the river grass are all together, the six dynasties are like dreams and birds crying in the air, and the ruthless is the Taicheng willow, and the smoke cage is still ten miles of embankment......"

Very immature children's voice, the tone is very long, as if returning to that time.

For summer, it's a feeling that has not been seen for a long time.

Zhou Ziliang has been watching her from the side, and he has been watching the children at the window for a long time in the summer. Only then did he turn around, as if relieved, and as if he sighed heavily.

"Zhou Ziliang, haven't you always wanted to know what happened between me and my friend. Now, I'll take you and tell you everything. ”

Seeing her somewhat sad expression, Zhou Ziliang suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

In the end, he left with her, simply brought a backpack, and walked down the mountain on the path. Summer didn't say a word all the way, and after going down the mountain, she walked on a dirt road, looking at her walking in front with a backpack, as if she was going to be a backpacker, and everything that happened around her had nothing to do with her.

Since then, he has wandered the world and made the four seas his home.