Yaoyao Moshan Road

Li Ruoyao did something that required a lot of determination. She was admitted to Chen Mo's graduate school and rented a house opposite his house. Everything seemed like a coincidence, but also like a silent arrangement. She looked at him and his marriage, It was like watching a play that had nothing to do with you, until the rain and the ensuing accident caused everyone's trajectory to deviate. His world lost its light. But some things seem to sprout quietly in the darkness. The once awe-inspiring Teacher Chen across the podium has become a little different. He would sit quietly in the living room, waiting for her footsteps to come home; he would fumble to cover her with a layer of warmth in the afternoon when she fell asleep while reading; and when she whispered, "Teacher, let's go for a walk," he would raise the corners of his mouth with a very gentle arc. He called her "Yao Yao", his voice was clear and sure, as if he had called her a thousand times. Her hard and cold presuppositions became softer and uncertain day by day in this voice. She remodeled the familiar home for him bit by bit, took care of his hair unfamiliarly, and shared the same shade and sunshine with him in the autumn park. Until the tide of the past comes and overflows the embankment of my heart. She was shocked to realize that some roads were going in unexpected directions from the beginning. She hurriedly retreated to a safe distance, re-measured the boundaries with honorifics and silence, and even decided to escape to a distant mountain village in the south, letting the mountains and rivers cut off all hesitations and echoes. She thought that the story should probably end quietly at this point. However, deep in the green mountains, outside the simple school building, a young man named Bian Cheng burst in unexpectedly with the dew of the mountains and a pair of overly bright eyes. There was something familiar to her in those eyes, which made her suddenly feel that some encounters might not be the end, but the beginning of another prologue. At the end of the phone call, his voice was calm and gentle, without much emotion: "That's fine." "Goodbye." A story about proximity and alienation, protection and escape. Perhaps, it is also about a quiet and unexpected heartbeat. --- (The story is delicate and long, like a meandering stream, suitable for unfolding quietly on a sunny afternoon.) Reading Tips · Gentle and modest blind professor x Sober and calm female student, emotions are soaked in like a drizzle and arise quietly. · 1V1, happy ending, warm and healing part of the city Motto: Beautiful love will always exist