Tyumen Hao walked slowly on a secluded path on the campus.

Beside him were two rows of ginkgo trees, their leaves long gone, and only bare branches, and a few birds that had not gone south for the winter winter were jumping and chirping in the winter sun.

Tyumenho has just finished attending a conference on scientific research. At the conference, Tyumen Hao was publicly named because he had not yet completed his thesis assignment this year. Although Tyumen Hao has long given up academics, he just wants to spend a quiet time on campus.

But the directors of the department don't think so.

They need scientific research performance data, and now it is the end of the year, and they need to give their immediate boss a beautiful report card, so that the year-end report will look good, and the road to green clouds will be smooth in the future.

As for how hard the young teachers are, how much does it have to do with them?

Suddenly, there was a burst of music.

It's a guitar.

Along with the guitar is the singing voice of a young and clean boy:

"The wind was soft that day,

The sun was warm that day,

You of that day,

Quietly dwelling in my heart,

Do you know?

Dear ones,

I can't forget your beautiful eyes,

Can't forget your charming face......."

The sound of the guitar is like a mountain stream flowing in the ears, the singing voice is childish, and the aftersound is warm and sad.

Qiu Minghao was deeply attracted at once, such a young age, such a pure love, maybe only exist on campus, right?

And what about his youth?

Where did they all go?

As the last piano note passed, the song ended, but it also brought Qiu Minghao back to reality.

Tyumen Hao walked around to the beginning of the piano sound, and saw only a young man in a white T-shirt, holding a guitar on a step, looking at the already frozen lake in the distance.

As if sensing the arrival of an uninvited guest, the boy suddenly turned around.

"Teacher?"

The young man's eyes instantly bloomed with a touch of surprise that could not be concealed.

"Xiahou Zhi?"

Tyumeiho also recognized the boy who played the guitar.

"Teacher, why did you come here?"

Xiahou Zhi immediately stood up from the steps and looked at Qiu Minghao behind him stupidly, his eyes full of joy.

"I was just attracted by your singing, and before I knew it, I came here. You play well, and you sing well. ”

Qiu Minghao said with sincere admiration.

"Thank you, teacher, for the compliment. ”

Hearing Qiu Minghao's praise, Xiahou Zhi's eyes immediately shone with a sparkling light.

"What's the name of the song you just played?"

Qiu Minghao walked to Xiahou Zhi's side, patted him on the shoulder, and then took the lead to sit on the stone steps by the lake.

"Winter Songs. ”

A flush appeared on Xia Houzhi's face.

"Oh?

Qiu Minghao turned his head sideways and looked at Xiahou Zhi.

"I wrote it myself, teacher. ”

Xiahou Zhi's face was even more flushed.

"Really?"

Qiu Minghao was impressed by the young man in front of him, he could play, sing, and compose his own lyrics and music, which was amazing.

"Hmm. ”

Xiahou Zhi nodded vigorously.

In fact, he really wanted to say that this is a song he wrote to Qiu Minghao. Ever since he first saw Tyumen in class, Tyumeho's shadow seemed to be planted in his heart.

Silently flowering, silently sprouting, he didn't dare to hope to bloom gorgeous flowers.

He was his dream.

He is his God.

"Give me your guitar. ”

Qiu Minghao smiled at Xiahou Zhi.

"What?"

Xiahou Zhi was a little dizzy.

"Give me your guitar and the teacher will play a song for you. ”

Tyumenho still smiled.

"Really?"

Xiahou was overjoyed.

He hurriedly untied the guitar from his back and handed it to Qiu Minghao respectfully.

His hands trembled slightly.

Qiu Minghao took the guitar handed over by Xiahou Zhi, adjusted his posture, and gently crossed the strings with his right hand, and a piano sound suddenly rose, like a stone, thrown into a piece of spring water.

"Before the story begins,

The first springs

The sun shines on the poplars

The wind blows, shining silver

The streets are calm and warm, and the clock walks so slowly

It was a time when I didn't know the taste of life

I can't open my love yet

Your shirt is like snow

Looking forward to the fall of poplar leaves, his eyes did not blink

There are some things in my heart, let's not talk about them yet

Waiting for the future that will be dressed up

People drift in the wind and the innocent faces of each side forgotten in the wind and dust

In this life, I am reluctant, the heavier the ocean, the more light the time, the long singing is unknown

Countless years of plausible faces

Telling me your story brings tears to my eyes

Is life too difficult or lively?

We were all bruised and bruised, and our hearts were slowly broken

……………………………”

The song is melodious, as if it turns to sentimentality, just like the ginkgo tree in the distance, full of thoughts of spring. A little tear, full of Qiu Minghao's eyes, hanging.

After singing a song, the two didn't make a sound for a long time.

The four fields were silent, except for the occasional rustle of falling branches from the ginkgo trees behind them, and the sound of the wind passing by the lake.

"Teacher, you sing so well!"

After a long, long time, Xiahou Zhi finally came back to his senses and said vigorously to Qiu Minghao.

"Is it so?

Qiu Minghao glanced at Xiahou Zhi, then raised his head and forced back the tears swirling in his eyes.

"It sounds better than youth. ”

Xiahou to the secluded road.

Tyumenho's singing far exceeded his expectations. He himself sang very well, but he didn't expect that Qiu Minghao sang better than himself, not only youth, but also the sorrow and bitterness of the years that are deeper and stronger than youth.

"Thanks, do you like it?"

Qiu Minghao turned his head, looked at Xiahou Zhi, and asked.

"Like. ”

Xiahou said sincerely.

"Teacher gave you this song?"

Qiu Minghao said softly.

"Really?"

Xia Houzhi felt that his eyes were moist.

"Of course, I gave you the gift of our first chance encounter. ”

Qiu Minghao looked at Xiahou Zhi and smiled faintly.

"It's... This gift is so valuable, teacher, thank you so much. ”

Xiahou Zhi's voice began to tremble excitedly.

"You're welcome, if you like it. ”

Qiu Minghao looked at the young man in front of him and remembered his youth.

Youth, it's good.

"Teacher, what's the name of this song?"

Xiahou Zhi asked.

"The year of innocence. ”

Tyumen Hao replied.

This song was written and sung by a particularly great singer in the world he lives in.

His name is Pu Shu.

People live up to their name.

Simple, like a birch tree, clean and sad.

"Did the teacher write it himself?"

Xiahou Zhi sat beside Qiu Minghao, full of excitement.

"Well, now it's yours. ”

Qiu Minghao smiled faintly, and said silently in his heart:

"Park, I'm sorry. ”

"Really?"

Xiahou Zhi jumped up from the stone steps.

"Of course. ”

Qiu Minghao looked at Xiahou Zhi, who was as happy as a child, and suddenly felt very warm in his heart.

Warmth, just like youth.