"It's like willow branches dancing in the wind on the banks of the river in spring."

On the day of the teacher's strike, the students of Wencheng Middle School were like birds rushing out of a cage, scattering joyful play.

Before the principal left the school, he tried hard to persuade the teachers in the academic affairs to maintain order in the class, and in the end, only one person was moved—the director of academic affairs. So, on that day, Song Yisheng, the director of academic affairs, was responsible for maintaining the discipline of the entire school. But because there are more classes, he runs upstairs and downstairs, which is also to no avail. The sound of the entire teaching building, like the noise of a festival, echoed in the otherwise quiet campus.

At around half past three in the afternoon, Lin Yawen saw the principal riding his beat-up big-wheeled bicycle all the way to the campus. He stood in front of the crowd, rubbing his face red from the cold with his big hands.

"Let's go back, it's all coordinated, and tomorrow the town will allocate special funds to pay everyone's salaries. Don't worry, this time it counts! The headmaster slammed his chest against the crowd.

In the crowd, people looked up at the principal a few times, and then they all lowered their heads again, busy with themselves. Seeing everyone like this, the headmaster was very embarrassed to put his hands to his mouth and coughed heavily.

"Well, everybody......" The headmaster cleared his throat and opened his mouth again. Teacher Wang, who was sitting in the crowd, extinguished the cigarette in his hand and stood up. He tugged around his black tweed coat, shrugged his thick eyebrows, and looked at the headmaster with blazing eyes. When the headmaster saw him looking at him like this, he leaned forward.

"Teacher Wang, I didn't lie to everyone......" As soon as the principal finished speaking, Teacher Wang turned around and looked at the crowd a few times. He saw the thinner female teachers, their necks bent, their hands in their sleeves, and their bodies shaking, so he said to the crowd, "Go back, it's cold." If we don't get paid tomorrow, we'll come here again and wait. After saying that, Mr. Wang put his hands behind his back and strode towards the office.

In the crowd, one after another, people stood up, stretched, rubbed their hands, and walked back to the office. After a while, the crowd under the flagpole dispersed. The headmaster stood beside him, watching the back of the last teacher leave, then sat down on the ground, pulled out a cigarette, and smoked indiscriminately.

When school was out in the afternoon, Lin Yawen had just packed his schoolbag, and Mu Zi'an rushed over. While arranging the sleeves of his school uniform, he carried his schoolbag on his back, and under his chin was Lin Yawen's pink notebook. Lin Yawen felt very funny when she saw him like this, so she reached out and snatched her notebook.

"Thank you," Mu Zi'an shouted, and ran to the door with his pocket. Lin Yawen answered, then turned around and saw that Ling Yue was still buried in sorting out his schoolbag. Lin Yawen carried his schoolbag and ran to him, urging him in a low voice. Ling Yue nodded, and his hands carefully sorted out in his schoolbag. Lin Yawen turned her face out of the window and saw Teacher Li walking towards the school gate in a curling manner. Her long, black hair was neatly draped over her shoulders. As she walked, her hair swayed back and forth on her shoulders, like willow branches dancing in the wind on the banks of a river in spring.

"It's so beautiful......" Lin Yawen muttered in his heart.

A brand-new motorcycle was parked in front of the school, and next to it stood a young man in a black leather jacket. When the young man saw Teacher Li coming, he smiled and took Teacher Li's hand.

From a long distance, Lin Yawen didn't see clearly whether the young man had taken Teacher Li's hand as he wished, but she felt that that person was really not worthy of the beautiful and elegant Teacher Li at all.

"Well, yes, they really don't match at all", Lin Yawen bit his lip and muttered quietly.

"What are you talking about?" Ling Yue suddenly stretched his head in front of Lin Yawen, and Lin Yawen was so frightened that he took a few steps back with an "ah".