Sometimes I also shake my head and smile unconsciously, are we in a relationship like this? When the clouds are light and the wind is light, the breeze blows through my gradually plump face. During the seven years in Japan, one person went to school, one person got up early, went to class, cooked, and rushed to the subway to catch up with part-time jobs. Twenty-six years old, with a good face and a master's degree, but before that, he had never been in love, just because he was used to a certain inertia of life, and if there was one more person around, he would probably be very unaccustomed to it.

But Mr. Lin is an exception, when they were together, he, like all engineering men, finally sent a bouquet of flowers on Valentine's Day, and when he looked closely, it was a carnation, and he couldn't help laughing, should he cry or laugh? His work is busy and orderly, we leave room for each other, we have nothing to do with each other at work, and when he is at home, he wakes up early, makes breakfast, and leaves in a hurry. I applied for a job as a Japanese language teacher at a local college, and he would drive and wait for me downstairs when I got off work.

Later, we got married, did not have children immediately, and received the understanding and blessing of the elders on both sides. Mr. Lin is a very orderly person, and in the five years we have been together, I have witnessed him, graduated with a master's degree, bought a house and a car, and worked calmly. After living in Japan for a long time, she has grown from a girl who doesn't know anything about the world to a young woman who knows everything. Japan is a typical country that weeds out the weak and does not allow the weak to have any chance to breathe. I have to admit that after a long time, a person loves himself more and more, always thinking about making himself stronger, and refusing to sacrifice a little of the interests that have the opportunity to belong to him. During the day, work for power and profit, and only when you return home can you have a moment of warmth.

When I was thirty-four years old, I was pregnant, and I took half a year of maternity leave, and he left work an hour early every day to cook food, wash fruit and peel apples for me. Sometimes when my students see him, they will heckle, Mr. Huang's husband.

Together, he didn't make my life better, but he didn't let me suffer a little grievance. If you ask me if I love Mr. Lin, I can only answer you, I can't do without him.

In this life, tranquility is enough.

"Officer Ye is not done yet."

Ye Yipeng's knowledge focused on the things in front of him, and he didn't seem to care about everything else.

The girl next to him looked a little melancholy and was being hypnotized.

When I was seventeen, I was a sophomore in high school and fell in love with my history teacher.

He is not tall, he is not handsome, he is ******, he is very young, although he already has a family background. In the second year of high school, I gave up the mathematics, physics and chemistry that I was good at with high scores and chose the boring liberal arts, also because of him.

I'm a rebellious girl, and skipping class is a common occurrence, but I haven't skipped class except for his class. In the first monthly exam of the second year of high school, I only scored 25 points in history, and those complicated theories and historical timelines always gave me a headache.

During the evening self-study, he called my name, Xu Xiaoyan, you come out for a while.

I hurriedly slipped my phone into a drawer, then stood up and followed him out of the classroom, no one knowing how fast my heart was beating at the time. However, he just gave me a lecture and taught me to memorize the historical chronology, the Xia and Shang and the Western Zhou, the Eastern Zhou divided into two sections, the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States, and unified the Qin and Han dynasties.

Originally, I had no interest in the so-called historical chronology, but after he mentioned it, I felt that the context was sorted out. For the first time, I listened so carefully to a teacher commenting on the test papers.

In order to make a good impression on him, I cut my permed hair, stopped stilting classes, and concentrated on taking notes. For liberal arts, there is a reward for what you give. In the second monthly exam, my history score was 90 points, and I became the second in my class. He praised me in front of the whole class, and my heart was sweet and my heart was racing.

But soon, as if he was aware of something, consciously or unconsciously, he was always avoiding me, for example, during class, he would hurriedly avoid my gaze at the moment of eye contact. When I wanted to ask him a question after class, he blurted out that there was something temporary at the school and he couldn't explain it to me in detail.

In the second semester of his sophomore year of high school, the homeroom teacher was temporarily transferred, and he became the homeroom teacher of our class.

And I, because of my good grades in history, became a representative of the history class.

Like all girls at this age, I like to post on the Internet, write a journal, and hide my thoughts in words.

Some boys started handing me love letters and paying attention to my journal. Then, finally, one day, he called me into the office.

He said word by word, doubly firm, middle school students are not allowed to fall in love, it will delay learning.

I was about to cry, but I stubbornly held back my tears. Finally, I raised my face and told him, "Teacher, I like you."

At the same time, there was a childish children's voice quietly resounding outside the door - "Dad".

I saw a little child, fleshy, with a smile on his face, stumbling into his arms. He reached out and hugged the little child, and then he smiled and said, This is my lovely child, home, and my virtuous wife.

There was no explicit refusal, but I already knew what he meant.

When I got home, I hugged my pillow and cried for a long time, and when I had enough of crying, I went to the barber shop to re-perm my hair, and even learned to drink. I felt scared, upset, and sad, but I didn't know how to vent it.

When it got dark, I received a text message from him. On the text message, he wrote: You are still too young, I am just a scenery passing by on the road of your youth.

I forwarded the message to the guy who handed me the love letter, and then deleted the message.

We're just each other's landscapes.

Later, I tidied up my hair, quit drinking, stopped skipping classes, and worked hard for the college entrance examination like all students. Only this time, it's not about him.

Time will smooth out all traces, and when the college entrance examination was approaching, he applied for a transfer and never had contact again. After the college entrance examination, I realized that the rainy season when I was seventeen years old was engraved in the years of youth, and in the cracks of time, we are still growing. That memory has nothing to do with love.

Mo Jinyan has always had a great dream, in Bai Wanyi's Chinese class, she said that my dream is to be the hostess of the flower shop at No. 36 Futu Street.

Zhu Yiheng, who wants to be a mathematician, almost laughed crookedly, Mo Jinyan You are a toad who wants to eat swan meat, no matter how stupid Suzhou Airlines is, he will not be stupid enough to marry your pig home in the future.

She didn't believe it! How could Brother Zhou Airlines not like himself? Every time she came to his house, no matter how busy the florist's business was, he would take the time to explain the math problems to her.

Suzhou Airlines is a student of the county No. 1 middle school, his academic performance is very good, he has never been in the top 10 in the year, his dream is much greater than Mo Jinyan, yes, he wants to be admitted to Tsinghua University. Suzhou Airlines' family opened a flower shop, at No. 36 Futu Street, in his spare time, he often came to the store to help, Mo Jinyan just watched, quietly watched, quietly thought, and quietly liked.

He used his slender fingers to carefully wrap a bouquet of pure white magnolia flowers, every movement was so appropriate, the soft flick of the petals glided gently, so gentle, as if it hurt the flowers.

13-year-old Mo Jinyan will always inexplicably sprout a lot of strange ideas at this moment, for example, one day in the future, Suzhou Airlines, who is dressed in a scholarly atmosphere, will let her take a deep breath and close her eyes on a warm spring day, and then, just like the one shown on TV, kneel down and hand over a bouquet of flowers in full swing, and he will affectionately say to her - Mo Jinyan, please marry me.

So she giggled loudly, ignoring the contemptuous expressions of the others.

In the first monthly exam of the second year of junior high school, Mo Jinyan scored 28 points in mathematics, she was so sad that she almost cried, Zhu Yiheng was very considerate and persuaded her to say Mo Jinyan, you have to look at the opening point, and you can't prove anything in an exam.

It is true that one exam can't prove anything, and he doesn't feel a little weak, but failing to pass the exam many times can explain something.

"Suzhou Airlines, well, he tutors me every day......" Mo Jinyan sniffed vigorously before he said, "I got such a score, do you think I'm worthy of him?" ”

I'm really sorry.

Before this, Mo Jinyan didn't know what kind of girl Suzhou Airlines liked, and she also tried her best to find out someone's thoughts, such as she asked him, Brother Zhou Airlines, do you like girls with big personalities?

Suzhou Airlines' answer was that he didn't like it, and then from that time on, Mo Jinyan began to become less talkative.

She asked him again, Brother Zhouhang, what is your dream when you grow up?

Suzhou Airlines frowned, I haven't thought about it, I should help my parents run this flower shop, well, and then find a girl to marry and guard this flower shop.

This is exactly the answer Mo Jinyan wants, she said proudly in her heart, Brother Zhouhang, I am the girl you are looking for!

However, when she dragged the 28-point math paper to Suzhou Airlines, she found that her dream of becoming the proprietress of a flower shop at No. 28 Futu Street was almost killed.

The girl standing next to Suzhou Airlines, she recognized Li Yanling, who was the first student in the liberal arts class of the Second Foreign Chinese School.

It turns out that Suzhou Airlines likes girls who can read, Mo Jinyan almost lowered his head to the dust, yes, compared to Li Yanling, she seems so small, not to mention wanting to be the proprietress of a flower shop. If you want to recapture the heart of Brother Zhou Airlines, it seems that you can't be ruthless.

That is, from that time on, Mo Jinyan's hard work made Zhu Yiheng feel that this world was too wonderful, more surprising than a sow going up a tree, the Mo Jinyan who was sleepy in class on weekdays, and then consciously fell asleep on the table, disappeared, replaced by a reader who held an English book all day long and memorized English words, staring at a math problem and thinking for a long time.

During the midterm exam, she won the biggest improvement award and entered the fifty-first place in the year, but she was still fifty places short of Li Yanling's first place in the year.

What to do? The only way is to work harder, she cheered herself up in her heart, Mo Jinyan, Mo Jinyan, for the identity of the proprietress of No. 36 Futu Street in the future, she fought hard! As soon as this sentence came to her heart, she felt that her whole body burst out of spirit, and there was a force in the dark that made her have to bury her head in the sea of questions, which was really more inspiring than the famous words of those revolutionaries and great men.

After the results of the second monthly examination, Xiamen No. 2 Foreign Chinese School announced the most eye-catching results in history - Mo Jinyan, Class 11 of the third junior high school of Xiamen No. 2 Foreign Chinese School, ranked first, followed by Li Yanling.