Yunmeng's job is to manage the school's library.

Every day at a fixed time, each class is led by a teacher to take turns to read here. Because of the teacher's care, Yunmeng's work is very leisurely. She can read quietly, sit and watch the children read silently, or sit in front of the window and watch the wind blow. The clouds gather and disperse.

Yunmeng loves this job. She likes to sit quietly like this, to blend into the book, into nature, into the innocent world of children. In just a few days, she seems to have faded away from the shyness and cowardice when she first arrived, and the brilliance and charm hidden in her bones gradually revealed, she is like a dusty pearl, once the dust is wiped off, she can no longer hide the dazzling beauty. In addition to the normal class, many students and a few male teachers will also rush over after class.

The library seemed to become lively all of a sudden, and there were always older male students and teachers who were looking for various excuses to approach her, and she always responded politely and appropriately, neither alienating nor approaching, so that people both yearned for it and did not dare to trespass casually.

Sometimes when she is quiet, her whole person is like a soft and quiet picture, her watery eyes, quietly staring at a certain place, her expression is trance-like and distant, as if she is looking at something, and as if she is not looking at anything; Sometimes she reads books with her children, and that concentration and devotion fills her whole person with a dignified and quiet beauty. The sun shining on her head gilded her black hair, which was dazzling. A few little girls who love beauty even sneak a peek at her during class, imitating her movements or expressions, and combing them into a ponytail like she did at the back of their heads.

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Yunmeng always smiled calmly. She politely declined the frequent invitations of the two male teachers, and she faced everything in front of her with her unique reserve and dignity.

Sometimes, she thinks of her mother, her father, of her childhood, which was so happy as a dream that she was gone; Sometimes she thought of the snow again and again, and remembered a hazy and distant voice, like a child's voice, and it seemed to be very magnetic, at a certain point in her mind, calling one after another; I think of a back swaying and the voice is blurry, and I can't really see it.

More often than not, a face appeared in front of her eyes, a handsome face with a deep gaze. Maybe this person has long forgotten the existence of Yunmeng, maybe he is just a good person that Yunmeng happened to meet, just met by chance and helped each other by chance, and then returned to his own world, maybe he will never appear in her life again. However, every time he thought about it, Yun Meng's heart would tremble slightly like a lake blown by a breeze.