There are many people writing about the topic of teacher-student love. This article is the world I live in.
It's just that I am different from Yu Younan in the story. She was lucky enough to have met his care and concern for so many years, while he and I were just passers-by.
So I crushed what I loved into this story. January 21st, a while ago, was his birthday. I texted him happy birthday and he forgot who I was.
I felt a little emotional for a while. He was the one who helped me, but he never remembered my help.
For various reasons, I arranged an ending here that is different from reality.
Yu Younan, Lu Ge. The songs of the south are gone, and the prosperity remains empty. But sometimes, do you still come to know each other? ——This is it.
Chen Feng, dusty. I voluntarily shut up the dust, and no one can do anything about it.
Wenzhuo, actually the moment the flowers bloomed, I didn't need to ask Dongjun why he came back so late.
Xu Lu, the journey is far away, and there is no hope of seeing you again.
Yuan Xiaoyi, the peach of Yaoyao, is suitable for living in IKEA. It's a pity that Dongjun won't be able to see Lanzhi again.
Why do autumn hibiscus bloom next to midsummer wisteria? …
I know that on the snowy mountain, there is the lover you once fell in love with. In the end, you left yourself there.
Shhh—did you hear that?
The wind blew through the cedar forest and made a rustling sound; the teacher's chalk on the blackboard was still writing tirelessly; the basketball court was filled with cheers; another gust of wind blew down the ginkgo leaves and blew away a pile of test papers on the desk that could not be finished...
This is our story, the story of our youth.
I would like to write down those memories in this article