"The dust of time mercilessly covers the traces of the past."

Miss Liu began to lecture, tapping on the blackboard and reading the newly learned words in a loud voice. Lin Yawen settled down, and soon joined the ranks of reading together.

In this lesson, I learned a new word: Like. Miss Liu gave an example sentence and asked the students to make a short sentence by themselves. Some of the students who stood up said that they liked to read, some liked flowers, and some said that they liked to eat apples. Just as Miss Liu was about to start explaining the next word, Mu Zi'an raised his hand for the first time. After getting Miss Liu's permission, Mu Zi'an stood up and said a sentence unhurriedly.

“I like a girl！” Mu Zi'an's loud, magnetic voice echoed in the classroom. Miss Liu was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of her mouth and smiled. The classmates in the class were also stunned for a while, and then burst into laughter. Li Nan leaned back and smiled backwards, and Lin Yawen also lay on the table, pursed his lips and laughed.

"I like a girl!" Mu Zi'an was not timid at all, "This sentence should be translated like this", Mu Zi'an said next.

What kind of scene is that? Lin Yawen recalled.

The excitement in that English class may be very rare in my middle school years. After listening to Mu Zi'an's translation in Chinese again, the girls covered their stomachs and smiled and blushed, and the naughty boys happily slapped their hands on the table. And Miss Liu, who has always been strict and unsmiling, also smiled happily. Maybe this scene reminded Miss Liu of something or someone, and a hint of crimson even flashed across her face.

Miss Liu, who laughed, is also very good-looking. Thinking like this, Lin Yawen saw Miss Liu's face regain its seriousness, and soon after, the classroom returned to normal, and the sound of Langlang's reading came like a tide, instantly covering the original noise.

Like the dust of time, mercilessly covering the traces of the past. Those dusts are densely scattered in every corner of time, even if you want to wade through these dusts and find the appearance of the past, it will make the dust suddenly raised, and your eyes are full of tears.

So much so that later, we all forgot what made us cry, whether it was the flying dust in the sky or those unforgettable past.

Perhaps, we don't need an answer at all, after all, time has passed, and the answer is just a decoration, and reality is the clearest existence.

In the slightly cold winter, Lin Yawen looked through the former graduation guest book and looked at the only graduation photo. She looked for the black, thin, short-haired self back then, found the tall, thin and delicate Ling Yue, and also saw the tall Mu Zi'an standing next to Ling Yue, and Su Xiaoyun with a beautiful bow hairpin.

Those old things exuded a strong stale smell, and Lin Yawen couldn't help coughing a few times. Closing these old things, Lin Yawen stood on the balcony. The community under the night sky is quiet, and in the distance, you will see a few lights, accompanied by the long silent night of sleepless people. The wind swept through the treetops of the Xinyi flowers, and those thin treetops danced gently in the night sky, as if telling the unspeakable heart.

After that English class, Mu Zi'an's "I like a girl" and "I like a girl" once became a joke on the lips of boys. When the girls heard this, they always blushed while covering their mouths and smiling. And, Mu Zi'an doesn't seem to hate other boys learning his words, and even he seems to be a little proud.

The long and boring study life, because of Mu Zi'an's words, added a bit of liveliness. Mu Zi'an's words also made Lin Yawen's heart ripple a little.

"We don't owe each other", Lin Yawen thought like this, those ripples were ironed out little by little, and her heart slowly quieted down, like a pool of clear autumn water.