"You say that I am young and frivolous and don't understand love, or that I am being too messy, but I won't let you go. I, Lin Xiaoxiao, like you if you like her. If you don't get it, I won't give up!" Lin Xiaoxiao raised her head, looked at Xia Qingyang, and said stubbornly.
"Your life has not really begun yet. You will meet more boys and girls in the future. They will teach you love and hate and fly with you. But I can only stand there and watch groups of children leave and watch you leave." Xia Qingyang sighed and gently rubbed Lin Xiaoxiao's furry hair.
Lin Xiaoxiao ran towards Xia Qingyang, hugged his waist tightly, and choked with sobs: "Xia Qingyang, I won't leave, I won't leave, okay."
Xia Qingyang helped Lin Xiaoxiao upright, looked into her eyes, and said calmly: "Silly girl, I am doing this for your own good. How young are you? If you don't leave, what are you doing here? Go and see the outside world, it will be wonderful. Don't stop for me."
"But, but, Xia Qingyang, I can't let you go, I really can't let you go!"
The day before school started, she and her friends teased him, but when she started her senior year, she discovered that he was actually her Chinese teacher.
Degeneration and progress are always the same thing. Growth is accompanied by beauty and slight pain. The purpose of separation is to get together better. A few years later, he held her hand and said seriously: "Marry me." She knew that happiness had never left her.