Chapter Twenty-Nine: I Brought the Scarf You Sent

Back in the dormitory, Ai Jinming looked at the handbag placed aside and took out the scarf, and it could be seen that the person who knitted the scarf was very attentive, the thickness of the hair spike on the hem was the same, and the hem on the side was embroidered with a bamboo stick, which was small and exquisite. For some reason, a scene came to his mind: the girl was hiding in the bed curtain and weaving a scarf, and when someone came, she panicked and hid what she was holding behind her; At night, she fell into a sweet sleep, a table lamp stretched the girl's shadow, and she concentrated on fiddling with the bamboo sticks and wool in her hands.

The students were noisy in the classroom, Li Jinsleeve Mu Yang and a few people sat in the front row in the middle, and Bai Wei on the side played treasure to make them happy. Before the class bell rang, Ai Jinming walked into the classroom, and at that moment he swept the classroom with his residual light, and stayed in Mu Yang's position without a trace, Mu Yang looked up at the light gray and navy blue in his dress, and she lowered her head a little nervously. Ai Jinming curled the corners of her mouth as she blushed and lowered her head to sort out the lesson plan in her hand. When I looked up again, I was already smiling and happy.

In a class, Mu Yang felt uncomfortable, she didn't think that the person who gave the scarf would bring it out so quickly, and she had a sense of showing off, as if she was a child waiting to be praised: "Look, I brought a scarf, praise me, praise me!" She was taken aback by her own thoughts. The person on the podium took off his coat and only wore an ordinary sweater, but he completed the teaching task like a fish in water, and he had to admit that Mr. Ai was very talented, at least the three girls around him had been intoxicated by Mr. Ai's magnetic and sunny voice. In a class, Mu Yang wandered out of the world, Chen Jiali looked at her blank notebook, touched her arm and whispered, "What's wrong today?" ”

Mu Yang shook his head: "It's nothing." ”

Soon after New Year's Day, the exam stage begins. After that, it was another holiday.

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On the bus, Ai Jinming and Mu Yang sat in the last row of seats, looking at the night scene outside the car window, Ai Jinming turned around and asked, "How to arrange the holiday?" ”

"I've discussed it with the manager, I'll go home during the holidays and come back to school!" Mu Yang pursed his lips and said with a happy smile.

"That's good, go home and have a good rest!"

"Uh-huh!"

The neon outside the car divides the dark night into colorful colors, and the distant sky is dotted with stars flickering and dimming, Ai Jinming has some emotion: the story of 2007 is over, everyone has turned the title page of the story of 2008, but the story of 2008 is different for everyone, and he is looking forward to his 2008.