With the sudden sound of the engine, the people and scenery outside the window began to retreat backwards little by little, and the car was slowly moving forward.

The shuttle bus started, and gradually, the scenery outside the car window changed from desolate to simple fields, and a large piece of tender yellow on the side of the road rushed into Wang Qiuyan's eyes, and she looked at it, it seemed that the local rape flowers were waving goodbye to her.

The mountain road is rugged, and the asphalt road has not yet been paved, and the car runs on this bumpy road, jumping up and down, swaying from side to side, almost like a swing dance, and passengers sitting in the car, if they do not grasp the handrails, are likely to be bounced like rabbits.

There were not many passengers in the car, so Wang Qiuyan chose a window seat and sat down.

The convective air turns into wind under the high-speed driving of the car.

Her long hair fluttered with the scent of earth and flowers, and the wind ruffled the ends of her hair and stirred her mind, and the sun danced on her shoulders through the green shade of early summer.

She reached out and closed the window a little tighter.

Then, she carefully spread out the blank paper that Lin Yang gave her, and the paper was drawn with a sketch of a single comic work, as for the person in the painting.........

She could only see that the painting depicted a beautiful woman with long hair and a shawl, the woman's graceful figure with a long skirt, and the lines on her face were delicate and beautiful.

"Is it me?" Wang Qiuyan was not sure at first.

Lin Yang's immature and unpopular painting skills are far from being able to restore her youthful appearance vividly on a piece of tissue paper.

The woman in the painting has a thin red rope tied around her neck, and when she looks down this red rope, she disappears into the woman's endless chest groove...

Seeing this, Wang Qiuyan couldn't help but laugh out loud, her originally fair and pretty face actually became red and hot.

"Teacher, what is it on your rope? Can you show me? ”

Lin Yang's unreasonable and presumptuous request to her in the past vaguely echoed in her ears.

She clearly remembered that she was embarrassed to take out the small objects she was wearing from her warm chest for him to admire in front of her students, and finally rejected him politely.

How did she know that Lin Yang was a "patient" with a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, as long as he saw someone tie a thin rope around his neck, his heart would be impatient and wanted to reach out and pull out the rope around the other party's neck to take a look and see what kind of treasure was hidden inside.

This is the disease......

Gotta be cured!

With this tiny detail, Wang Qiuyan finally convinced herself that she chose to believe in her heart that the woman painted on Lin Yang's paper was indeed herself.

"I was not born, and I was old. Butterflies go to find flowers, and perch on fragrant grass at night. Wang Qiuyan had words in her mouth.

"What does this poem mean?"

Let the imagination break through the ceiling, Wang Qiuyan is really incomprehensible, what does Lin Yang mean by writing this poem with a pencil in the lower right corner of the paper?

In any case, this is the first student of her teaching career, and the most impressive student for her, Lin Yang, gave her a heart and a gift.

She smiled and sighed, carefully putting the painting away.

The shuttle bus to the county seat, no matter how windy or rainy, will stop at the entrance of Zhushi Village for a while every day.

And the person who got out of the car will never have a female teacher named "Wang Qiuyan" again.

The summer of 1995 was a scorching heat.

This summer, Lin Yang did not go to Panyu, Guangzhou with his parents like in his previous life, he decided to stay in the countryside and have a free and happy summer vacation.

Sunlight shines through the dense layers of branches and leaves, and the ground is stamped with spots of light like copper coins. The grass and aloe vera were scorched by the fiery sun hanging high in the sky, and the air seemed to be filled with sweet and drunken smells. At this time, all kinds of wildflowers are more beautiful, red, purple, pink, yellow, like brilliant spots embroidered on a large green carpet; Swarms of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around diligently; The bird did not know where to hide in the shade; The plants and trees were depressed, as if they were dying; Only he knows, tirelessly on the branches, shouting and singing in the scorching sun.

The white clouds in the sky floated slowly, and the tender willows hung low on the edge of the quiet stream, and a few naughty children swimming shirtless and playing in the water in the stream destroyed the tranquility around the stream, and the sound of water splashing, shouting, and laughing bloomed in the place where the flowers bloomed.

Lin Yang, who was tired of swimming in the stream, was lying under the shady big banyan tree to enjoy the shade, he pillowed his arms, crossed Erlang's legs, and hummed a small song comfortably.

Now, no matter how reluctant he is, Lin Yang has no ability to change the status quo for the time being, the only thing he can do is to live in the present, accept the reality, work hard for it, and live every day in front of him seriously and happily.

Zhang Wei was wet and hurriedly ran ashore from the shallow stream.

Since Li Yi moved to the city with his parents, Xie Guanbao and Zhang Wei have often played with Lin Yang.

"Why did you come up so soon?" Lin Yang asked leisurely.

"Don't mention it! I don't know if it's the two brothers Li Aijin and Li Aiyin, or the bastard of Guanbao, who secretly shit in the water, if I swim again, I may eat shit......" Zhang Wei looked disgusting when he spoke.

"I'll ...... Really? You can't really eat it, do you? Lin Yang quipped gloatingly.

Zhang Wei shook his head again and again, and hurriedly explained: "No...... I am...... Seeing something...... Floating in the water......"

If you don't make a sound, it's a blockbuster.

It's okay if Zhang Wei doesn't say it, this statement is still expressed so vividly and objectively.

Lin Yang's stomach immediately turned over the river and the sea, and said in his heart, the waters near this stream, Lao Tzu will never go down again!

He got up from the cold big rock, stared at the brook, and the little friends who were having a lot of fun, their faces were innocent, and they played with each other on a whim, and they didn't notice that there were foreign objects in the water.

Lin Yang paused, and then said, "Zhang Wei, to be honest, this poop won't be pulled by you, right?"

"How is that possible? I won't do such a moral thing......" Zhang Wei innocently defended himself.

Lin Yang shouted into the stream: "Hey! Come on! Someone in the water......"

……

In this hot summer vacation, Lin Yang is constantly learning and playing to enrich himself.

In the autumn of this year, Zhang Ailing spent the last night of her life.

If he hadn't seen this news from the newspaper, Lin Yang would have always thought that Zhang Ailing had been dead for about decades.

In Lin Yang's vague impression, Zhang Ailing should be a female writer belonging to the Republic of China period, he never expected that Zhang Ailing would live in the same era as himself.

You must know that in his previous life, he only saw Zhang Ailing's real black and white photos on the Internet, or in magazine digests, her silky floral and elegant cheongsam, as if it was a label of her age and personality.

When someone leaves, someone comes.

The world is changing rapidly.

this year.

There was a Zhang Huimei in the music world, and there was also a Wang Leehom, Faye Wong became Wang Jingwen and then Faye Wong.

Leslie Cheung finally bravely announced to the world, admitting that he was a fellow. Sex. Love.

Some foreigners began to say that the Taiwanese girl Shu Qi is the most beautiful.

Madonna is still Sister Na who calls for wind and rain in front of the public.

Paul Simon's face was heartbreaking, old.

Prince announced that he would never make music again in his life.

Wang Feng, who calls himself "half of the country" in the Chinese music scene in Chinese mainland, has also been in the industry for more than a year.

Ah Bian became the mayor of Taipei.

Big Brother is getting smaller and smaller.

The world is getting noisier.

There are more and more singers, and the CDs are getting better and better.

Records are selling less and less.

At the end of this year, the Beijing-Kowloon Railway was paved.

This is a world that moves forward at the speed of light.

The swirling materialism and vigorous vitality are quietly coming, and the rapid differentiation of wealth and wealth has torn people's souls in half.