When Yan Miu was nine years old, he met his teacher Bai Ke.
Bai Ke is very earthy, wears white clothes, lives in the corner of the side courtyard, and keeps a pot of dark purple Louis XIV roses on the windowsill. But he is like an endless book and understands everything. For the first time, Yan Miu knew that someone could not regard him as a prince - just as a child who needed to be treated well.
Later Bai Ke left.
On the night of leaving, Yan Yao was locked in the room, holding the pot of roses in his arms, listening to the footsteps at the end of the corridor getting farther and farther.
He went from a naughty and mischievous boy to a taciturn king. He spent ten years growing a pot of flowers into a garden. He tried his best to sit on the throne covered with thorns.
Then he went to find that person.
In a small town that could not be found on the map, at dusk when the sun was about to set, he saw a middle-aged man in civilian clothes squatting in front of a flowerbed to loosen the soil through the fence.
Exactly the same as ten years ago.
"Teacher."
Two words. The weight of ten years.
New, new, new. The author has no writing skills. If you like the setting, just read it and read it as a short article.
Intention: You can come back even if you leave for a long time