Cleaning up, Ai Jinming lay on the sofa outside and listened to Mu Yang's breathing, so relieved, he fell asleep with a smile on his arms.

The next day, on Monday, Mu Yang took a day off, and Ai Jinming stayed by her side all day. This made Mu Yang feel at ease, she took out a key from the drawer of the bedroom table and put it on the dining table and pushed it in front of Ai Jinming, Ai Jinming picked up the key and looked at her puzzled.

"This is the key to the apartment, I forgot the key several times in recent months, and I left the teacher here to spare!"

Seeing that Mu Yang was still a little pale and smiling, he put away the key and nodded with a smile and said, "Well, you can contact me for anything in the future!" ”

Mu Yang's illness seems to have made Ai Jinming figure out one thing: why worry too much about the people you care about, the more worries people have, the more people lose. So from that day on, he often appeared next to Mu Yang. Carefully selected movies on weekends and lunch and dinner at your leisure; Go skiing together in the winter; In summer, we go on a tour of the mountains and rivers together; Take the bus back to H province together during the holidays; Let's take the bus together and come back when school starts. During this period, he was really attentive to Mu Yang.

As time passed, the number of books on Mu Yang's bookshelf continued to increase, and the photos she placed under the bookshelf also increased from the original four frames to five and six,...... The most are photos of her and Ai Jinming going on a trip, as well as photos of her and Li Jinsleeve and the four of them.

In the blink of an eye, Ai Jinming's term of office expired and he was going back to W City, and Mu Yang went to the dormitory with him to pack his luggage before returning. This is Mu Yang's first time coming to his dormitory, in fact, Ai Jinming doesn't have many things, the clothes and books for the change of seasons are packed and shipped back early, and all he has to pack is a few changes of clothes and items returned to the school. dragged the suitcase out of the dormitory door, the building door, and the flowers and trees on the campus were still purple and red. Stepping out of the school gate, Ai Jinming turned around and looked at the campus behind him, and couldn't help but sigh that time passed so fast, "Goodbye!" ”

In the square of the railway station, Ai Jinming looked at Mu Yang with red eyes and said distressedly: "Don't cry, I came to see you on vacation." ”

"Teacher, I'm so reluctant to let you go!"

"It's not that there is no chance to see you again, don't cry or cry!" Ai Jinming reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of Mu Yang's eyes with his thumb, and his palm fell on her hair. The delicate touch in the palm of his hand made him can't help but take Mu Yang into his arms, the tip of his nose is the fragrance of hair, and the soft person in his arms. Mu Yang didn't resist, she was reluctant to give up at this time, so she stood on tiptoe and wrapped herself around Ai Jinming's waist again. sniffed and said sullenly, "Teacher, give me information when it's time to do so!" ”

"Hmm!" Ai Jinming coveted Wen Cun at this time, even though Mu Yang didn't know his thoughts. The announcement of the ticket check sounded, Ai Jinming let go of Mu Yang, reached out and touched Mu Yang's face again, and turned towards the entrance of the station. Through the glass window of the station, Ai Jinming waved at Mu Yang, and Mu Yang also waved. Ai Jinming looked at Mu Yang like this, he whispered to himself and seemed to say to Mu Yang: "I'll wait for you to come back!" ”

Ai Jinming looked at Mu Yang through the glass window, and he was also reluctant in his heart, but he didn't have time to wait for Mu Yang to leave, so he turned around in ten steps until he got into the car around the corner. He took out his mobile phone and dialed the number: "I'm in the car, go back quickly!" ”

"Well, teacher, stay safe on the road!"

Back in the apartment, Mu Yang's eyes fell on the photo frame of the bookshelf, a photo is a memory, the memory comes like a tide, and it plays like a movie: the first time she went skiing, she fell on the snow, he went to pull her but was taken by her to fall to the ground together; In the dim light of the night, she deliberately stood on the curb stone and held his shoulder; On the train, he took great care of her; The joy of traveling together......

She has never been so dependent on one person, but it has nothing to do with love!