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He rolled the quilt on his body, stretched out his hand and took away a cup of soy milk, glanced at the bathroom, and whispered while drinking: "Lu Wei, listen to my advice, be careful of the boss." ”

"Why?" I know that he must have a reason for saying this, and I also want to hear about Gu Liang.

After taking a sip of warm soy milk, Du Mo stared thoughtfully at my face.

"I~~ I can't say this, the boss may want to explain it to you personally, in short, you just have to be careful."

I hate it, I hate this kind of person who makes things mysterious and doesn't reveal the truth in the end.

With a blank look, I continued to finish my breakfast.

The sound of water stopped, and Gu Liang walked out in a white nightgown, the looming chest muscles, healthy complexion, and the water droplets dripping from the hair slid over his cheeks, slid through his neck and finally flowed to his chest.

Well, I admit that I lost myself again.

It's okay to be a nymphomaniac in a dream, but in reality I should still exercise restraint, after all, I'm not a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.

"When are you leaving?" I lowered my head and didn't look at Gu Liang's eyes.

"Let's go now, and when I get my clothes dressed, Dumo! You also hurry up and eat, clean up and we'll check out. ”

I didn't seem to be in the room very conveniently, so I just made an excuse to go downstairs and wait for them in the lobby first.

The short stay brought the three of them closer. Although there are still countless questions in my mind, I know that as long as I am with them, I will understand sooner or later.

The road I drove on, I felt more and more familiar, and it was the hometown of Camellia Han.

The road surrounded by mountains was bumpy and rugged, Gu Liang's car was obviously not as practical as the previous off-road vehicle, and there was still some distance from the village entrance, so the three of us had to give up the 'little cheetah' and go on foot.

"Boss, just listen to me when I bought a car last time, this kind of car has a low chassis and is so inconvenient to drive." Tsuma said as he looked down at the potholes beneath his feet.

"Listen to you? The car you fancy is only rose-red and beautiful, and I bought it not because you want to drive it. So to avoid this desire of yours, I will choose one that is not suitable for you. ”

"Cut~~ stingy." Du Mo stared at Gu Liang's back unhappily, the sun shone on his pale yellow curls, the breeze blew, and the soft hair swayed in the wind, even more vibrant.

Gu Liang didn't pay attention to him at all, took my hand and continued to walk forward.

"Hey! - Wait for me! Dumo, who couldn't bear it, still ran a few steps to keep up.

When we were about to reach the entrance of the village, we saw a figure running towards us from a distance, not tall, agile in movement, wearing a thick cotton jacket, and a little boy with a smile on his ruddy face. There was an older woman not far from him, and I recognized it at a glance.

"Aunt Pan," I muttered to myself.

"Shh~~" Gu Liang's hand gently kneaded twice, I guess he didn't want me to talk too much.

"Da Chun! Xu Dachun! - If you don't come back, I'll go back and call you daddy! Aunt Pan pinched her waist with both hands, and it seemed that she was very angry.

The boy ran up to us and stopped, looking up and down. At this time, Aunt Pan also came to the front, and reached out to grab the boy's ear, and the force hurt when I saw it.

"Let you be disobedient, let you be disobedient! What do you want to do if you don't go to school? I don't know a few big words, and I want to mix in the field like your father for the rest of my life! ”

I didn't expect Aunt Pan to educate her children quite strictly, but why didn't she recognize me and Gu Liang? Didn't we still drink and eat at the same table?

Aunt Pan seemed to notice my strange expression and noticed us.

"What is the matter with you?" The wary gaze became strange, and I suddenly realized that she might never have seen me.

"Uh~~" I don't know how to answer, I can only be stunned by the pestle there.

"Auntie! We are reporters for the New City Weekly and would like to come to the village for an interview. Du Mo directly bypassed me and Gu Liang to come to Aunt Pan, took people's hands enthusiastically, and said with a smile on his face.

"Journalists? That's, that's, that's good. Aunt Pan let go of the hand on her son's ear in a little panic, and hurriedly called him: "Dachun, you go to Village Chief Li and say that there is a big man in our village." ”

The boy was obedient this time, turned around and ran towards the village.

"Comrade reporter, what are you doing in Digouzi Village?" Aunt Pan walked in front to show us the way.

Gu Liang glanced at the village in the mountains with a smile, and replied slowly: "I heard that there is a female teacher here, we want to interview her." ”

Aunt Pan nodded again and again after hearing this: "Camellia is a good girl, she doesn't live a comfortable life in a big city, and she still thinks about us fellow villagers, who are willing to help any family in difficulty, good people." ”

"Yes, we heard about her, so we came to meet her." Du Mo said with a clear eye.

The fate of the Han Camellia turned out to be like this, I breathed a long sigh of relief, it seems that she has found her former self, simple, kind, beautiful, forever like a cold camellia blooming in the cold hills.

The small school in the village is neat and clean, and Aunt Pan said that it is all the credit of Camellia. She paid for the new school building for the children to be built by workers.

Looking at the smiling faces in the classroom, I knew she must be happy. People are not afraid to go far, as long as the heart can come back, they will eventually be happy.

Before it was time for class to end, Gu Liang and I stood under the flagpole of the small playground and waited quietly. Du Mo took charge of the task of accompanying Mrs. Pan and Village Chief Li.

"They don't remember me, do they?" I asked in a whisper.

"Well, because we went back in time through Han Camellia's book, it didn't exist in the book in the first place, so it will soon disappear in their memory."

Listening to Gu Liang's explanation, I still felt puzzled, and looked at him blankly.

He smiled, and suddenly reached out and touched the top of my head.

"Xiaowei, do you still remember the guests who visited your house when you were a child?"

I shook my head affirmatively. Who can remember that kind of thing, maybe it's a colleague of your parents, maybe it's a distant relative, or maybe it's a neighbor who comes to your home as a guest.

"Yes~~ How many people can you remember in your life? So forgetting will also become an easy thing, and our appearance is only a passerby in their eyes, and it will not become the person they need to remember forever. Gu Liang said a little sadly, perhaps remembering some unpleasant memories.

"You're not happy?" Looking at his deep eyes, I was a little moved in my heart.

"Nothing, I just think of a friend. Xiaowei, do you still want to come to the bookstore after you go back? ”

"Yes." I answered him without hesitation. The stories in the book house are so wonderful, they are far more interesting than the circle in which I live.

"What do you want to see next?"

"I'll have to wait until I get back and take a closer look."

"Suzu! ――――――" The bell rang for the end of class, Han Camellia walked out of the classroom with her textbooks, her dark blue down jacket, her high-combed ponytail, and her bright smile stayed on her cheeks, and she saw that the children's eyes were so gentle, full of the most beautiful love in the world.

"Camellia Cold" changed because of me, and I think that's the ending I want to see.

*****

The monk looked at the withering camellia in the courtyard and understood that he should not take the flower away from his hometown because of his own desires.

Although the cold camellia goes through hardships every day, it eventually has its own destiny, and blind change is not necessarily a good thing.