April is one of the most beautiful months of the year for Yunfeng.

This month is the last month before the start of summer, and the flowers are at their fullest. Since she failed the second graduate school entrance examination, she has been honestly doing the work of teaching and educating people in front of her, and she loves this job from the bottom of her heart, but her dream of education research and reform seems to be hidden deeper in her heart.

She also feels good about herself when her lessons on the countryside are embedded in her history lessons, and the students love and are inspired by the stories about their hometowns.

But all this makes her happy and often uneasy. Her uneasiness comes from her longing for thousands of miles of Shanan, and also from the troubles and doubts that her inner ideals are always unwanted. Her future seems clear, but it seems vague.

Perhaps, getting married, raising husbands and children, and being a good wife and mother are part of her life that she knows very well at this time. But why does she always feel distant and vague about marriage?

It is clear that she has worked hard in the field of education and become an excellent education reformer and education researcher, but the work of teaching and educating people in front of her and the calm school life in the deep water that is as calm as a pool of water always make her feel that something is missing.

The days flew by in her clear and confused, happy and restless emotional state.

Thursday is the happiest day of Yun Feng's workday, because it is the day when she has attended three classes in the morning, and since the fourth class has not had a day, and as the weekend approaches, every Wednesday, she imagines the arrival of the next Thursday and rejoices.

"Cloud, someone is looking for you."

Yun Feng, who had just finished the third class in the morning, was sitting in the office relaxing and drinking water, preparing to rest for a few minutes and then went to the office on the second floor to ask Tian Weiwei to go back to his residence together, and heard Lin Xia, who had just come up from the classroom, call himself in a hurry. Lin Xia was the busiest on Thursday, there were classes all day, and after drinking a sip of water, she would go to class again soon.

"Oh, who?"

Yun Feng couldn't imagine that there would be anyone looking for him and not coming to the office.

"I said you're in the office, let him come up, he won't come up. It's right downstairs from the school. ”

Lin Xia also felt a little strange and said.

"Such a big shelf, parents of students? Probably not. ”

Yun Feng muttered.

"A handsome young man!"

Lin Xia suddenly remembered something and said.

"A handsome guy? Where is it? Can you see it here? ”

Yun Feng became interested as soon as she heard the handsome guy, although she has a boyfriend, but there is a handsome guy coming to find it, it is still worth seeing, maybe it is her college classmates, senior brothers or something? It won't be Li Yunhe.

With a cup of hot water, she ran to the hallway of the door and looked down.

Sure enough, he was a handsome guy, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, a pair of blue and white jeans, gold wire glasses shining in the sun, black and shiny hair, and a hairstyle that had not changed since I met him in college. He was also looking up, the familiar smile with squinting eyes warmer than the sun, even if it was a four-story building, Yun Feng recognized it at a glance.

She let out an "ahh

"What's wrong with her? Who? ”

The homeroom teachers in the office were all a little surprised, Yun Feng, who is usually a gentle lady, why did she suddenly become so anxious, even Lin Xia couldn't help but question.

She had already gone downstairs, and in less than three minutes she was standing at the top of the stairs on the first floor, looking at the person in front of her. Thinking about it day and night, why did she suddenly cross the ocean and stand in front of her from her heart and dreams?

It's not a dream, is it? She gasped, her chest heaving, and she stood fixed looking at him, her eyes full of surprise and surprise.

She didn't dare to take another step forward, afraid that this move would make the person in front of her disappear like a dream, and she was afraid that she would infringe on this hard-won moment of beauty.

"Did you miss me?"

But he saw her rushing down the stairs and standing dozens of meters away like a sculpture from his place, so he came over with a smile, approached her as before, took her hand, and whispered in her ear.

She watched him walk towards her in the sun, with a familiar smile warmer than the sun, and took her hand as if she missed it many times, and gently wiped away the tears that kept flowing.

She didn't know that when she ran all the way down, the tears had already flowed.

At this moment, he was so close to her, so close that she could hear his slight, slightly rapid breathing. She seemed to hear his question, but she didn't, and her lips squirmed, but she didn't make a sound.

She let him lead her way, and if it weren't for the crowds, she would have to hang herself on his arm and cry hard to really wake up.

"Where are we going?"

He turned his head to ask her, and his eyes were a bright light in the deep darkness, a deeper and more penetrating sense of power than before, and a deeper affection and love for her.

"I don't know. Where do you say to go? ”

She was really stunned, and asked him ignorantly.

"Sure enough, it's my Yun'er, as soon as you see me, you don't have to remember the direction with confidence."

He smiled and scratched her towering nose as before, and couldn't help but pinch it. She bowed her head shyly, trying to avoid the two long, white fingers he had pinched the tip of her nose, but instead of making a joke about him being responsible for the shortening of her nose, as she had done before.

Her mind was indeed muddled by his sudden appearance, and she couldn't move at all. She forgot that this was the territory of her life, and she just felt that if he came back, then she didn't need to bother, just follow him, where to go, what to do, where to worry about anything.

But as she walked, she found that he had taken her to her quarters. She suddenly came to her senses.

"Eh, this is where I live."

She only realized where he had taken her, but not how he knew his office and his residence when he first came.

"Well, what about the key? Do you open the door or do I open the door? ”

He asked her inquiringly, smiling.

"Well, I'm still coming, the lock is not very easy to open."

Still smiling shyly, she took the key out of her pocket, opened the door, and pulled him in.

When he saw it, her dwelling was very simple.

As soon as you enter the room, it is the simplest style of a studio, with two desk-like wooden square tables in front of and behind in the outroom, and two chairs with backrests under each table.

On the table under the windowsill next to the doorway in front of it, there were a few books and a pen holder, presumably a desk, against the wall.

On the wooden table on the wall of the back wall, next to the door to the laundry and bathroom room, there is a rice cooker and several dishes, which should be a dining table.

In the corner next to it is a simple wardrobe of linen cloth and fabric.

In the middle against the wall is one of her wooden beds, supported by a snow-white square mosquito net. In the mosquito nets hung on both sides, the light purple quilts were neatly folded into long strips against the wall, and a pillow of the same color as the purple quilt was placed on the earthy mat.

The most lively thing was a pot of hyacinths on the desk, the flowers had bloomed, and the wide green leaves stood silently alone. Then there was a pot of pothos on the table, and long emerald branches hung from the table, almost reaching the ground. Even the pot of pothos on the window next to the door also drooped down, reaching the ground, making the room cool and lively, and the smell was like being in the field.

Suddenly, he hugged her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders in distress. His heart was as affectionate as the waves of the sea, as if he had to melt her completely before he could give up. Her tears were heard, but his eyes were wet with the emerald waves that surged up in his heart.