The next morning, the morning sun was shining.

Cai Qing Cai Xiang led Shen Mingyan to the school in front of him.

The school is located on the south side of the courtyard, with three open halls near the main gate.

Before passing Qin Qingyu's room, Shen Mingyan paused and took another step.

Walk through the winding corridor to the courtyard in front of the school.

A few clumps of verdant bamboo grew on the edge of the open hall, covering most of the windows.

Against the backdrop of green bamboo, Shen Ming's red long skirt and tall figure are extremely eye-catching. The flying fairy sideburns raised high appear to have a slender neck and a variety of postures.

Shen Mingyan was just about to step into the hall when she heard the sound of the piano in the hall, stopped again, stood at the door and listened to the sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano is melodious, clear, tactful, pleasant, through the large window and the breeze caressing the bamboo Xiu Xi Suosuo's sound is like a trickle flowing through the heart, soft, quiet, soft, comfortable

After a long time, a rich male voice accompanied by an extremely magnetic sound sounded: "Don't come in yet?"

Shen Mingyan only felt that her husband's voice at the moment seemed to point out a way out for herself in the mist of Yunshan and fog.

Shen Mingyan hurriedly stepped into the hall: "Morning, sir!"

Jimo Huaijin, dressed in white, sat on the ground, and the beautiful sound of the piano was flowing from his slender fingers. At this moment, he is squinting at the bamboo cultivation outside the window, the ink hair is tied casually, coupled with the flowing clothes, the whole person looks like a hermit in the deep mountains, profound, far-reaching, fascinating.

Because Jimo Huaijin sat facing the window, Shen Mingyan only saw Mr. Ming's side face with clear lines. Perhaps because of the light, his eyelashes appear unusually slender and thick.

Jimo Huaijin in Shen Mingyan's memory always wore a dark robe, either black or navy blue, or dark blue. Coupled with his tall body, the whole person looks deep and steady. Such an elegant side, Shen Mingyan is still the first time to see it.

In Shen Mingyan's impression, Mr. vaguely said that he should be ten years older than himself.

Although the young Jimo Huaijin has more experience than those gentlemen in their seventies and eighties. is not only well-informed, but also promotes narrow-mindedness in private far better than Shen Mingyan. Driven by curiosity and competitiveness, Shen Mingyan was very convinced of this gentleman.

The most important point is that this gentleman is much more eye-catching than those old gentlemen with pale hair.

Hearing Shen Mingyan's greeting, Ji Mo Huaijin turned his head slightly, his starry eyes opened slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised and smiled: "Cloud sideburns, flowers, faces, golden steps, this is what a lady should look like!"

"Sir!" Shen Mingyan stepped forward quickly and knelt on the brocade mat opposite Jimo Huaijin: "Didn't you say that you taught chess today?"

Jimo Huaijin pressed the strings on his hand: "The sound of the piano for the teacher is not beautiful?"

"No!" Shen Mingyan replied simply. Now Shen Mingyan no longer has the mood to laugh with her husband, and the self in her memory seems to be very far away.

Jimo Huaijin smiled faintly: "Could it really be evil?"

I thought I would be comforted, at least I had to care about my condition, but I didn't want Mr. to make such a joke when he opened his mouth, Shen Mingyan was inexplicably annoyed: "You just fell into the evil!"

Jimo Huaijin pouted: "This is you!" At first glance, when I saw your outfit, I thought I had recognized the wrong person. Now it seems to be very good. If it weren't for your mother's insistence that I stay for a few more days, maybe this son would have been a teacher."

Every time she went to school before, Shen Mingyan would wear men's clothes, but this time she wore her daughter's clothes, which made Mo Huaijin feel a little strange in her heart.

"Sir is really gone!" If Mr. had left later, would his fate have been different. Thinking of this, Shen Mingyan asked with a sad voice, "Where is Mr. going?"

"I'm tired of you, continue to study abroad!" Jimo Huaijin spoke, slowly looked down at Shen Mingyan's eyes, and asked tentatively, "Are you really crying?"

Shen Mingyan didn't wipe her tears, and asked with a pout: "If the flowers are gone, the grass is withered, the mountains are gone, the river retreats, the sky falls, and the ground sinks, will Mr. still travel?"

"Hah!" Jimo Huaijin avoided Shen Mingyan's gaze, lowered his head and picked the strings with his hand: "What your mother said is right, it is really evil." ”

"My mother went to see my husband?" didn't Cai Xiang say that my mother never went out.

"Mo Li took your mother's handwritten letter. ”

Shen Mingyan wiped a handful of tears and glared at Jimo Huaijin and said, "So Mr. knows everything?"

Jimo Huaijin nodded.

"What does the gentleman think?" In Shen Mingyan's heart, this gentleman knows almost everything.

Jimo Huaijin is the only person who is so happy and convinced that Shen Ming is so old. Shen Mingyan looked at her husband expectantly, because of the tears, her beautiful eyes became more and more breathtaking.

Jimo Huaijin coughed lightly, don't look away, and his eyes fell on the mottled bamboo shadows outside the window: "I can only say that this is your dream!"

"Can dreams foresee the future, can dreams be so real?"

Jimo Huaijin seemed to blend into the mottled bamboo shadow, and his voice was a little long: "The former Zhuang Zhou Dream is a butterfly, a lifelike butterfly, and he is self-proclaimed and adaptable, but he doesn't know Zhou Ye." Oh Ran Jue, then Yu Ran Zhou also. If you don't know that Zhou's dream is a butterfly, and a butterfly's dream is a week and a butterfly, there must be a difference. This is called materialization. ”

"That's it!" Shen Mingyan sighed lightly: "Even Mr. is bluffing me with such a mysterious thing!"

Jimo Huaijin retracted his gaze and looked at Shen Mingyan softly: "Why bother with those who don't understand, just live in the moment." If dreams can foresee the future, wouldn't you be able to grasp the future better. Live the life you want and not be fooled by fate. ”

Mr. is Mr., Shen Mingyan silently admired in her heart, and her vision of the problem is different, that is, why should she be entangled.

Aren't you doing well now?

Everything is fine.

"Sir, can you not go?"

Jimo Huaijin smiled slightly: "I have taught you everything that I can teach as a teacher, and I can't teach you anything if I stay." ”

"But"

"At the beginning, I had a one-year appointment with your mother, so you should know that you don't stay in one place for more than half a year. This is an exception. ”

"Can you stay a little longer, and wait until I'm past my birthday?"

"You've lived and died, is that important?"

"Is this the last time you're going to be taught?"

Jimo Huaijin still had the usual faint smile on his face.

Shen Mingyan bit her lip: "If I am as miserable as in my dream, will you stay?"

At this moment, Shen Mingyan felt that it was better to follow everyone and say that those experiences were all dreams.

"No!" Mo Huaijin replied simply and crisply.

"You!" Shen Mingyan's eyes were red again for a while: "Anyway, we are also a master and apprentice, how can you not save you when you die!"

"I'll take you away!"

The tears in Shen Mingyan's eyes instantly dripped down, and she burst into tears and laughed.

"Okay!" Jimo Huaijin handed over a cotton towel: "I don't know what year I'll see you after today, if you have any problems, you can still ask as a teacher." ”

Shen Mingyan took the cotton towel and wiped her nose and tears, and threw it back: "What does Mr. live on? Do you know kung fu? How to defend yourself when you encounter bad guys?"

Jimo Huaijin smiled heartily: "Sure enough, I'm out of school!"