After getting rid of Xu Yu's dispute and holding the new book I received from the Academic Affairs Office, I finally found my class.

"The first class of junior high school."

I muttered softly, and looked cautiously through the window.

No one.

The early morning light shone through the windows in the classroom, the curtains blown by the breeze rose slightly, and the golden light was fine and clear, pouring into every corner of the early summer.

In the north, I have also sat in such a classroom, the sun is not dry, and the breeze is just right.

But that's all gone.

Like a dream, sleep too late and the dream is short.

I thought.

"This classmate, why didn't you go to morning exercises?"

A hoarse and deep voice came, and I looked sideways slightly, and found that someone was standing next to me at some point, who seemed to be a school teacher.

"I'm sorry, I'm a transfer student."

I lowered my head, the corners of my lips were slightly hooked, and I casually looked at the petite and amazing voice in front of me - the female teacher.

Obviously very young, how to talk is such a vicissitudes of life.

She nodded, silent.

Standing at the guardrail, she looked at the green mountains and white clouds squatting in the distance, and had no intention of leaving.

I looked at her inexplicably, following her gaze into the distance.

"My name is Jiang Cheng, and I am a second-grade art teacher."

The female teacher, oh, it should be Mr. Jiang, opened her lips lightly, as if she was talking to me.

"My name is Rui Yinghai."

I looked at her, her hair blowing in the breeze and her green silk intertwined.

The sunlight is soft, and her face is soft.

"Nice name." A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, "It's very poetic." ”

I laughed too, slightly bitter.

He also said something like this before the man went to jail.

But such a person who is full of poetry and painting has buried himself.

A lifetime of poverty, in the end, it is not a waste.

After a long time, the sound of bustling talking came, and before I knew it, I had already finished my morning exercise.

"Transfer student, I remember you, and I will meet you often in the future."

When the voice faded away, I came back to my senses and found that Jiang Cheng had already walked away.

Her back, thin and soft.

And my white dress seems to be a bit dazzling in the white and black crowd.

Sixteen days ago, the early morning train sent me away from the land where I had been dreaming day and night, and headed for Lijiang, a town where the sun was shining.

That night, all I had was the ticket in my hand, and I had only a broken heart.

Sixteen days later, now, I still have nothing.

Loneliness is terrible.

"Come in, Rui Yinghai."

Suddenly, I was drawn out of my past.

Looking up, I was the head teacher who had met me in the Academic Affairs Office, standing on the podium of the classroom.

In my trance, the bell had long since ended, and the classroom was full.

Stepping into the door, the breath of youth came to my face.

For a moment, I remembered everything that had been in the north.

reminds me of the large playground of the 800-meter ring road; I think of a large heated classroom; I remembered the two unnamed pots of flowers in front of the school gate; I remembered the ever-kind smile of the doorman and the cart that sold baked cold noodles across the street from the school.

I was suddenly a little speechless.

"I'm Rui Yinghai, in the future, I'll give me a lot of advice."

After thinking about it for a long time, I came up with such a sentence.

"Ahem."

In the silence, there was a slight coughing sound.

Looking at the source of the sound, I frowned, lowered my eyes, and suddenly glanced at me.

What kind of boy is that.

He pursed his lips, the tiger's teeth were slightly exposed, the sun stained his refreshing short hair, his white face revealed a trace of sickness, light eyebrows and red lips, very bright peach blossom eyes full of depth, white shirt sleeves were neatly rolled up, his body was long, his legs were stretched out of the table informally, his eyes were like bright stars, jade skin and jade bones, like the warm sun of spring, and the light clouds of midsummer.

Shy and melancholy.

I was stunned, and then I felt rude again.

As if noticing my gaze, the boy narrowed his eyes.

"Well, in this way, Rui Yinghai, you sit in the empty seat in the second row first, and if you feel that it is inappropriate, ask the teacher to adjust it after class."

The head teacher said.

I nodded.

Looking sideways, the boy who was in the aisle from me was sick, took out his textbook, and stopped looking at me.

I glanced at him, and he flipped to the front page of the book, his slender fingers dancing.

In that column, the two big characters are delicate and powerful, and they are strong.

I looked at his back, my eyebrows furrowed.

Liao Chen.