The next day, Shen Yuanyuan was really busy with the homework of the large class early, and went to the small class to help Zhou Minggao as scheduled. On Friday, she was still like this, and after tutoring the last student in the large class, she went back to the direction of the small class. The female teacher standing at the front desk also joked to her, "You have a good relationship with Teacher Xiao Zhou." ”

Shen Yuanxuan smiled a little awkwardly and didn't say anything.

When she entered the small class classroom, only Zhou Minggao and the two little girls who were playing paper-cutting were left, and it seemed that the children were quite cooperative today, and they all finished their homework so early. The classrooms in the Nursery class are brighter than those in the Kindergarten class, and although the sun is already setting at this time, it will not feel dark if the lights are not turned on. On the contrary, the light of the setting sun shines softly, and there is a different kind of warmth.

Zhou Minggao moved a chair to sit at the front of the classroom, and Shen Yuanyuan casually found an empty seat for a student and sat down opposite him. She noticed that the two little girls seemed to be making greeting cards, and after looking at them with interest for a while, one of the girls turned her head and took the initiative to explain to her, "Teacher Shen, today is Women's Day, let's make greeting cards for my mother." ”

Shen let out an "oh" and said in a voice that was almost only audible, "It's good." ”

Zhou Minggao raised his head and his gaze fell on her.

"Teacher Shen, what gift did you give to your mother?" The little girl smiled, "I still have a spare greeting card here, do you want it, it has this flower painted on it, what is this flower called......"

"Stupid, it's a carnation." Another little girl answered.

"Oh, yes! It's a carnation, do you want it, Mr. Shen? ”

"I'm ......" Shen Yuan clenched his palms, adjusted a flawless smile, and just wanted to say "Okay." Zhou Minggao took the first step and said, "I am your own teacher, why don't you just think about Teacher Shen and not think about me?" Give it to me. ”

Shen Yuan looked at Zhou Minggao with some surprise. She didn't expect him to answer suddenly, as if she knew that she would easily lose her temper when she said the word mother, and she was deliberately relieving her. But he just naturally took the greeting card in his hand and continued to look at his phone. The girls continued to make greeting cards.

She lowered her head, blaming herself for being so neurotic. The words she was tabooing like an allergy were actually meaningless many years ago.

"Teacher Shen." Zhou Minggao shouted at her, pulling her thoughts back to reality. "You get off work first, there are only two of them left, I can do it myself."

"Oh. Good. Shen Yuan stood up, "Then I'll go, see you tomorrow." ”

"Tomorrow is Saturday." Zhou Minggao smiled, "Have a good rest, see you next Monday." ”

"See you next Monday."

Shen Yuan walked out of the classroom and gently closed the door.

It turned out to be the weekend. She didn't have any plans for the weekend, and her only itinerary was a trip to the temple.

In the past, when my father was sick, Shen Yuanyuan would go to the temple to burn incense whenever he was free. From then on, she began to understand that when human beings encounter the kind of things that they have tried hard and are powerless, all they can do is pray to God and worship Buddha. Although her father later passed away in the winter of her junior year of high school, she still retained the habit of visiting the temple whenever she had free time.

The trip to the temple was in the morning, and Shen's home was far away, so she set off early Saturday morning to wait for the first bus. When you arrived at the temple, the time was just right.

When entering the door, it is best to ask for a few pillars of incense, which are to be served in the large incense burner in the main hall. There was an endless stream of people who came to offer incense, and Shen Yuanyuan guessed what they were asking for—going on to higher education, being promoted, curing from illness, and being free from disasters and difficulties, and probably these. However, when she offered incense, her heart was empty, and when she kowtowed, she only felt calm, and she did not have any wishes to be fulfilled. She thought a little self-deprecatingly - I am living alone in this world now, except for Guagua, I really have nothing to worry about.

When her forehead touched the mat again and again, she thought to herself, "My father is a believer in Buddhism, and he would be glad if he could see me in heaven with such a pious appearance." I should also feel relieved to see that I have faced so many setbacks and still choose to try to live.

She remembers when she was down, her father used to say, "As long as you live, it's still possible." So even though nothing good has happened in the years, she still tries to be grateful for being "alive" itself.

It is already a matter of gratitude to be alive without any major illness. Because I am alive, there are still all kinds of possibilities, waiting for people to slowly light up.

After offering the incense, she worshiped the gods and Buddhas enshrined in the side halls one by one, and was ready to leave.

The street at the exit of the temple is occupied by various merchants, some of whom sell souvenirs to tourists from other places, and some sell "wishing sticks" that can be hung on trees after writing.

Shen Yuanyuan did not stop in this "business district" that was incompatible with the atmosphere of the temple, and was walking straight forward, when suddenly an old woman stopped her. The old woman held a wishing slip in her hand, as if she wanted to ask her if she wanted to buy it.

Shen Yuanwan hurriedly waved his hand, "I'm sorry, I don't need to." ”

The old woman stood in front of Shen Yuanyu and didn't mean to let her go, and kept staring at her firmly, staring at her a little scared. She glanced at the plaque behind the old woman, which read, "Wishing sign, five yuan each, sincerity is spiritual".

She was a little shaken, thinking that if this old woman's business was really bleak today, it would not be impossible for her to take care of it. Just, what wish to write?

"You've met him again." The old woman finally opened her mouth, but what she said was not a wish signing at all.

There was no beginning or end to these words, and Shen Yuan couldn't understand it.

"What?"

"You've met him again." The old woman repeated.

"I met him again? Who? ”

"The man you were destined for. You've met him again. ”

After saying the last sentence, the old woman walked away directly, leaving no time for Shen Yuanyuan to ask. It stands to reason that Shen Yuanyuan won't pay too much attention to this kind of person who pretends to be a ghost in the temple, but at this moment, she can't help but think about the old woman's words. Over and over again, I heard in my head, "I've met him again." Somehow, she recalled the dream of those days, and the blurred outline of the person in the dream gradually became clear into Zhou Minggao's face.

And after meeting Zhou Minggao, she really didn't have the same dream again.

She shook her head, banishing all the strange thoughts out of her head, warning herself not to think about it anymore.

It should have been just a dream. She thought that she would feel that the person in her dream was compatible with Zhou Minggao, probably because she had been in contact with Zhou Minggao every day recently, and it was not surprising that she naturally thought more about him subconsciously. In reality, there are still a bunch of problems waiting for her to solve, and it is a waste of time to spend her mind on such an unsolvable thing as dreams.