Teacher, teacher, look, it's filming over there again.

She worked as a village teacher in a small village behind the mountain for half a month. The children all treated her like a fairy. These children don't need to catch up with their studies, so when the filming crew drove up the mountain one by one, the children's enthusiasm for learning decreased a lot.

Originally, she was the first motivation for the children to come to school.

Now watching other people's filming has become the thing that children are most interested in.

She was writing on the blackboard, and the children's eyes were looking out the window.

In the end, she had no choice but to compromise. The children ran out in groups, giggling, and she also leaned on the windowsill to watch from afar.

Pristine, beautiful terraces. At dinnertime, the sunset, the red glow, and the rising smoke of the cooking. Compared to the reinforced concrete in the city, everything is not real.

She's not real either. She threw herself here and told her parents that it was a school practice. There was no signal on the mountain, so every other week she would take the village chief's tractor down the mountain to buy some simple daily necessities and use her mobile phone to report her family's safety. Cover your ears and steal the bell, close your eyes and listen.

The years in the mountains are shallow, and the world is thousands of years old. Forgetting is the most healing elixir.

She saw the man who had broken through her treasure yesterday. A man holds a seat, a kettle, and carries a bag. After it is settled, it is probably the script in my hand. Sit quietly and keep your head down and concentrate on studying. His expression was calm, and he couldn't see the slightest decadence. It wasn't as if this person was not the one who leaned quietly under the moonlight last night to heal his wounds. There are also actresses who have accosted in the past. is neither warm nor cold, and in the end he is left alone. This person has a kind of low-key attraction and a kind of style of his own.

It shouldn't be a key role, and in the morning, he just sits. At noon, the crew handed out a boxed lunch, he walked to the top of the terrace alone, sat down, and the boxed lunch was placed aside and not opened.

While sharing food with the children, she told this and that not to quarrel. The children gathered around her, squeaking and telling what they saw, how to hang people high and put them down.

Teacher, I saw meat in their rice.

Yes, teachers, they have meat.

I also want to eat meat.

She can do her best to solve other problems of the children. But here, she really doesn't have any good way. The school is underfunded, and funding is not in place. She spends every day here to the fullest, and whenever this time she feels the most powerless. The pain in her heart is nothing compared to the tears on the faces of these innocent children who can't even eat meat? Nothing is a big deal, she told herself.

The good thing is that the children are not attached, they are used to it. So he took the steamed bun again and ran away with the vegetable soup. When I turned around, the person who was sitting on the edge of the terraces was behind me, holding two lunch boxes in his hands.

I know, too little. However, it is better than wasting.

This big boy has a shy look on his face. With makeup, the eyebrows and eyes are more delicate, and the eyelashes are so long.

He didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and the two lunches in his hand made him even more overwhelmed than her.

She quickly took it. He lowered his eyelids and said thank you faintly. She was always cold in front of people.

He was so happy that he crouched down and let my curious little hands tinker with his neat costume. He looked at the children with bright eyes. Patiently answer their questions.

More than a dozen children, two lunch boxes, and each of them got a piece of meat. The children didn't squeeze or grab, swallowing saliva and holding the lunch box waiting for her to share the piece of meat, and laughed happily when they got it.

Brother Lou (meat), Brother Lou!

I don't know who started first, but he gave such a handsome name to such a handsome rising star. In the dialect, there is no distinction between R and L, and the children's meat brother has become a leaky brother.

He was surrounded by children and almost fell. Raise your eyes to look at her. She was almost touched by the sunny smile on his face. Just looking at his face, thinking of Xiao's other face, an extra pair of glasses, and a little more silence, she reluctantly wanted to show him a smile, but had to turn around in the next second.

Her heart hurts, she presses her fists against her chest, she grits her teeth, and she tells herself to get through.