In Hangzhou in September, summer always goes slowly. The sycamore leaves were half yellow, and when they fell, they were as light as a sigh. Osmanthus flowers are blooming all over the city, and the fragrance is so fragrant that there is no place to hide.
Lin Yi stood at the door and knocked.
The door opened. Wen Shumiao stood in front of the door, wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Teacher Wen."
He is his new Chinese teacher, the "brother of the Wen family" whom he has heard of since childhood.
That year, he was seventeen and he was twenty-four.
When he came, the sweet-scented osmanthus was in full bloom, and Wen Shumiao stood at the door, leaning aside to let him in.
When he left, the sweet-scented osmanthus had just faded, and Lin Yi stood by the window and did not go down to see him off.
Six years later, Lin Yi was walking in the corridor when Wen Shumiao came towards him. White shirt, sleeves rolled up.
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Teacher Wen."
Lin Yi (attack), a top academic who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside x gentle and attentive Chinese teacher Wen Shumiao (subject)
Attack at the bottom of the year and suffer at the top of the year
Teachers and students, please proceed with caution.
Intention: It's not that you can't keep some people, it's that you didn't reach out