The August holiday passed in Yun Feng's contradictory mood of suddenly feeling slow and feeling extremely fast.

Thinking that he would be able to see Sha Nanan after the start of school, Yun Feng's heart had already flown to the school. Shannan's return ticket was also bought, it was September 5, to Guangzhou Baiyun Airport, his parents would pick him up and go home, stay for a few days and go back to school, it should be around September 11 to school.

Yun Feng naturally arrived at school on August 30, and then began to count the days waiting for someone's return.

The thought of him in her heart made her little heart pound. Over the past year, I have been calm and calm, and the more I want to reunite, the more I can't control the feeling of missing.

The little bits and pieces of beauty they used to have together seemed to swirl in her mind over and over again. At night, bite the corners of the quilt as if he was right next to him, reaching for it. Yun Feng's face was full of sweet smiles.

"Look at your smile, your eyes are going to be squeezed off."

Fang Min was envious, jealous, and hateful.

"Amin, don't be jealous of me, I haven't even seen him for a year, you and your one can be together at least during the winter and summer vacations, but they are much better than me."

Yun Feng said pitifully.

"Yes, that's right. But I am still very jealous of you, and we are now divided into two places, and you and he will meet again soon, and I am happy for you, and I am deeply jealous and jealous. ”

Fang Min's voice was quite steady at first, and he wanted to scream when he talked about the two jealousies in the back.

"Look at the two of you, can you hold it?"

Lin Xin walked over and smiled at the two weaver girls.

"You? You step aside! Not qualified to say about us! ”

Fang Min and Yun Feng spoke almost in unison.

Indeed, Lin Xin and Wang Lizhi are in the same school and class, and Lin Xin has seen too much.

On September 8, early in the morning, Yun Feng got up energetically, washed up, and went to the classroom with his backpack. The teacher spoke passionately in class, but Yun Feng didn't listen to a word, she was thinking about whether he had changed since she had seen him for a year, had he grown taller? Or have you gotten fat? Or have you lost weight?

She imagined countless scenes in her mind when they met again, and no matter how she thought about it, she didn't think it was enough.

Maybe it was because she was thinking too much, her brain was tired, and she slept late for several nights in a row, and she always dreamed one after another, so she couldn't help but lie on her seat sleepily.

The bell rang for the end of class, and the noise of her classmates during recess did not wake her up. The class bell rang, and the teacher's loud voice didn't wake her up.

She actually dreamed again in this classroom, dreaming that Sha Nantong was wearing a white T-shirt and blue jeans, standing in front of her, smiling at her quietly, she looked at him, and cried and laughed: "Nantong, you miss me to death, you are back!" You're back! ”

She struggled to wake up in the joy and sorrow of her dreams, and the feeling was so real that she opened her eyes and thought she was in a dream, not knowing where she was at this moment. It wasn't until I squinted and saw the spitting teacher standing on the podium in the distance that I remembered that it was still a lesson.

She squinted lazily again, ready to bury her face in the crook of her arm lying on the table. Suddenly, she felt someone sitting in the seat next to her, who seemed to be looking at her, and the smell was familiar. She raised her head, turned away, glanced at it, and immediately sat up straight, covered her wide open mouth, and stared at the person sitting on her side with her eyes wide open, surprised, surprised, sad and happy. If it wasn't for class, she would pounce on him and beat him up, then cry so hard that she would laugh and bite his wrist at the pulse. But, but, in this nasty class, why did he choose a class time, which made her think about the scene of meeting countless times, and she was depressed by this class.

And he, who had long held her hands, looked at her with a smile, infinite affection, infinite tenderness, and his unique quiet atmosphere.

He wore a neat short-sleeved white shirt and a pair of white-washed blue jeans. He is her Nantong, the lover she misses every day.

She wanted to pack up her books and get up and take him out of the classroom that had suppressed her emotions, it was the last row of the classroom anyway, and no one would notice their departure. But he shook his head at her. She had no choice but to sit down. Under the tabletop, he was still holding one of her hands, but she struggled out of his palm with a thumb and pressed it hard towards his jaw, her mouth pursed tightly, and tears fell from her drooping eyelids. He saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart, handed over a tissue and put it on the table to pick up her falling tears, and his hands soothed her hand more gently.

This was the hardest lesson Yun Feng had ever taken, but it was also the happiest lesson for her - for the young her and him, what could be better than this reunion after a long absence?

Finally got up until school was over. She lifted her hand to look at her watch, then pulled one out of his, packed the book into her backpack, and pulled the cable. As soon as the bell rang, he took her hand, quickly stood up, and strode out the back door next to him. She and he didn't want to be surrounded by classmates to greet them. At this moment, they all hope that they can go to a space where there are only the two of them as soon as possible and talk about this long-lost lovesickness.

Yun Feng's mind was dizzy, she had no direction, her direction was that he was holding her hand. She waited for him to take her anywhere.

They hurried up the school road without saying a word, ignoring any students who came and went on the road. When he pulled her into the familiar neighborhood again, and stood in front of the familiar door, she was still dizzy. She was waiting for him to tell her why she was here, but not now. At this moment, she just wanted to follow him into this door as quickly as possible, and then close the door to the world inside this door, which belonged only to him and hers.

He unlocked it, pushed it open, pulled her in, lifted his foot shut, and pressed her behind the door. He gasped for breath and seemed to be trying to hold his breath hard, his chest heaving and looking deeply into her eyes. His eyes burning in the sea extended into her heart without any hindrance, to the depths of her soul, which was also gasping slightly.

Then, his lips finally fell, and really fell on her soft and moist red lips that he had been dreaming of so many times that he had been waking up in his dreams.

All time stands still at this moment. Time no longer passes.

After a long time, he held her face with both hands, his eyes lingered on her face inch by inch, delicately, his right index and middle fingers slid down the bridge of her nose from her smooth forehead, landed on the tip of the upturned nose, and pinched gently, and with a cool relish, he lowered one index finger, and gently pressed the fingertips on her two red petal-like lips that burned like flames......

This pair of young lovers, countless lovesickness over the past year, finally released quietly in this quiet and exclusive space of time, leaving no room for it.