After the car drove into the town, Jiang Qingyan parked the car at a nearby resort hotel, went to the back seat to pick up a gift and got out of the car.

Shen Qingtang reached out to pick it up: "It's too heavy, I'll help you carry it." ”

Jiang Qingyan lowered his eyes to look at her, he had just reached his shoulders, and he was very thin.

Zhang's mother carefully prepared a lot of nutritious meals, but as a result, she became thinner and thinner as if she was trying her best.

"Whoever spends the money calls the shots."

Jiang Qingyan dodged her and walked straight forward.

At the entrance of the town is an elementary school, and it is recess time, with energetic music and laughter.

Jiang Qingyan stopped outside the fence and caught a glimpse of the innocent and immature face through the fence.

The facilities in the school are relatively complete, but they are slightly dilapidated, and the red-skinned playground is slightly detached.

"Tang Tang, you used to study here, right?"

Jiang Qingyan looked at her, but saw her looking at the playground in a daze, looking stunned and dazed.

"Tang Tang?"

He frowned and called: "Tang Tang? ”

"Huh?"

Shen Qingtang came back to his senses and smiled at her apologetically: "I'm sorry, I remembered something just now." ”

The little sadness left in her eyes disappeared very quickly, and she covered it up well, and in a moment she changed to a bright smile, without letting Jiang Qingyan notice it.

She listened to him quietly: "I like this town very much, the scenery here is very beautiful, so that the beautiful landscape can give birth to outstanding people." I had a slight desire to sponsor the school. ”

Is it?

She tugged at the corners of her mouth and looked into his eyes: "Ah Yan has such an idea because of me?" ”

"In fact, I've been doing this kind of thing all along," Jiang Qingyan had a faint smile at the corner of his eyebrows and eyes, "but this time my will is indeed because of you." I think the place you've stayed in will be good. ”

Shen Qingtang nodded indiscriminately, and replied at a loss: "That's good." ”

She walked away before him, swallowing back the words she almost blurted out.

Su Xin died here, and this town was more like a thorny prison that imprisoned her soul to Shen Qingtang.

No matter how far she was from town, the pain was like an appendage.

In that playground, she was pushed to the ground by several female classmates who were jealous of her, splashed with cold vegetable soup from head to toe, and dragged by her hair.

A few days after the new book was released, she was thrown into the toilet dung pit, and the title page of the book was opened, and her name was soaked in yellow and black fecal water.

Bullying for no reason, just because she is an outlier, does not deserve to survive as a normal student in this school.

During class, they forbade her to attend, kicked and shook her stool, and threw saliva pits into her collar.

Later, their children also returned to primary school here and became one of the most popular figures.

Although the child is innocent, her emotions still can't be suppressed by reason, and hatred is shouting.

It dawned on her that the past that she thought she had forgotten had never dissipated, and that they had long been rooted in her soul and had become a member of it.

She can act as if nothing happened, but there is no way to forgive, and remaining silent is already her last conscience and fairness.

Shen Qingtang said to himself silently, this is her hatred, not Jiang Qingyan's.

The two walked silently for a long time, and the acquaintances they met by chance on the street greeted Shen Qingtang warmly, but the strangeness in their eyes couldn't be suppressed no matter what.

It wasn't until they looked at Jiang Qingyan beside her that their unscrupulous gazes narrowed a little, and they praised him with a smile for his talent.

The malice of the town is so primitive and simple.

Turning the corner, the bustling town center is left behind, and the washed bluestone pavement reveals the tranquil fragrance of the earthy smell.

Shen Qingtang took the initiative to break the silence: "When I was in college, I once mixed with my classmates majoring in Chinese language and literature and listened to a lecture on literature. ”

Jiang Qingyan lowered his head slightly, leaning in her direction, the expression in his eyes was gentle and delicate.

He always used this subtle gesture to show her respect and concern.

Shen Qingtang said more patiently and elaborately: "The Chinese language and literature major, that is, the former Chinese department, has changed its name. The professor who gave the lecture told us that the great writers who have become famous always like to write around their hometown, and in their writing, their hometown is a beautiful utopia......"

"But ......"

She paused for a moment, and smiled brighter at him, the fleeting brilliance as bright as a firework, as if she were really talking inconsequentially.

"They often don't want to go back to their hometowns, do you know why?"

I don't know when she stopped using honorifics for him, and she was no longer so polite and detached.

Still not intimate enough, but able to feel as free as a good friend.

Jiang Qingyan laughed low and said softly, "I know." ”

The lecture was given by a well-known scholar in China, and the hallways were packed three hours before the lecture began.

Jiang Qingyan also went to hear it.

The difference was that Shen Qingtang straightened his back and looked at the old professor without squinting, while he looked at her intently the whole time.

He still remembers that she wore a white shirt with a blue touch, wide-legged pants of the same color, and a high ponytail tied that day.

She sometimes nodded her head, and her braided tail shook and swayed, like a swing falling on the tip of his heart, shaking his emotions all the time.

"The hometown in their memory is the most beautiful, and when they return after many years, they will only compare their hometown with the city with their rich experience and experience, so that their hometown will become more and more ignorant and backward. They can't write anymore. ”

Jiang Qingyan said slowly, speaking with a look like the old professor that day.

He wasn't listening to the lecture at the time, but Shen Qingtang asked this question out loud out of curiosity, and her voice resounded in the entire quiet auditorium: "Why?" ”

Therefore, Jiang Qingyan remembered the answer to this question.

But whatever she liked, no matter what it was, he had to remember everything clearly.

It seemed like it would bring her one step closer.

"If Ah Yan is willing to change careers, he can go to the university to teach, and there must be many students who are willing to come to listen."

Jiang Qingyan's expression as a teacher amused Shen Qingtang, and his gloomy mood was diluted a lot.

She thought to herself, if Jiang Qingyan becomes a professor and wears gold-rimmed glasses again, there will definitely be many female students who adore and are infatuated with him, and the hot search on Weibo may be hung with the male god teacher of XX University, and Jiang Qingyan must be the most popular one among them.

"What about you?"

When he was about to arrive at the door of Shen Qingtang's house, Jiang Qingyan stopped, his eyes were meaningful.

His eye shape is already very good, and he shows three points of grace without smiling, not to mention his deliberate posture at the moment.

The tail of his eyes is raised, the smile that is half hidden and half revealed to promote the narrow and doting, and there is a gentle and elegant free and easy, and his beauty is used by him to the fullest at this moment.

"What about you? Do you come to listen to it often? ”