"Teacher Ye, Teacher Zhao is gone, don't go, okay?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Ye, don't go......"

"We don't want Teacher Ye to leave ......"

"Teacher Ye ......"

Hearing the children's choked and immature voices, Ye Dusheng was silent for a moment, bent down, wiped his broken hair over his skin, touched the children's heads one by one, as if he had made up his mind, hooked the corners of his lips and said gently: "Don't worry, I won't leave." ”

He won't let go of this group of children until a new teacher arrives.

Therefore, I can only apologize for Qingxian and let him wait any longer......

After comforting the children and arranging for the children to write their own homework first, Ye Dusheng walked out of the classroom with the textbook and sat down on a chair next to the wooden door.

Flipping through the book, Ye Dusheng took out a piece of letter paper full of Qingxiu handwriting from it, and stared at the letter paper for a few minutes with his eyes closed.

His eyes fell on his 'leisurely' son, Ye Dusheng shook his head and sighed, then bit his lip and tore the letter in half, then crumpled it into a ball and held it in his hand hard.

This letter was actually written by him to Qing Xian a long time ago, but it was never sent.

It's okay not to contact, in fact, he is very afraid that if he starts to contact and sends a letter, he will look forward to the letter every day, and even look forward to the face of the idle in front of him again.

But reality does not allow him to do this at all, and he still can't leave his seriously ill mother behind.

And if he receives Qingxian's letter, looking at the thoughts revealed between Qingxian's words, I am afraid that he will not be able to help but leave everything here and return to the town in Jiangnan to find Qingxian.

"Hey......"

Ye Dusheng sighed, closed the book and returned to the classroom, threw the paper ball into the trash, and then began to walk around the classroom to check the completion of the children's homework.

Soon the morning class was over, because the school only needed Ye Dusheng alone, so the school was too busy to provide food, and the children needed to rush back to their respective homes to eat, and then return to school after eating to continue classes.

And at this time, in the courtyard of Xu's house in Jiangnan, someone was sitting in front of an easel painting.

Raising his eyes to look at the begonia flowers that are full of branches and look like a red glow from a distance, Xu Qingxian's deep eyes are full of thoughts that cannot be concealed.

When the exhibition opened in early spring, he wondered what if Twilight came back at this time.

So he deliberately shaved his beard, got a haircut, and put on the new clothes he had just made, just to make a good impression on Twilight.

But in fact, the person he had in mind did not return......

Looking down at the familiar smile of the person in the painting on the drawing paper, Xu Qingxian tugged and clenched the brush tightly, looking at the paint-soaked painting paper, thinking of the words that Ye Dusheng left for himself before leaving, Xu Qingxian couldn't help but show a faint wry smile.

The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, the begonias dye the windows red, and the ink pen is soaked in the paper scroll.

But when will his beloved return home?

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

Just when Xu Qingxian was sad alone, a sudden banging sound from inside the room pulled Xu Qingxian back to his thoughts from his memories.

When he threw down the paintbrush and ran back to the house, Xu Qingxian saw Xu Suwan who fell to the ground, and in a hurry, he hurriedly sent his mother to the hospital.

In the hospital, the doctor shook his head and walked out of the ward, looked at Xu Qingxian who was standing outside and said, "Go in, maybe this is the last one......"

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