When Wen Cheng was carrying Shi Yu out of the village, the person on his back choked with sobs and asked him hatefully.
"Do you think I will be happy in the future?"
A meal at the foot of Wencheng.
"I will," he said firmly.
Shi Yu lowered his head and bit his shoulder, regardless of whether Wen Cheng was in pain or not.
"Fart, my happiness is gone, what happiness do I have?"
If you leave, what happiness will I get?
The person on the back burst into tears.
A new semester.
Wen Cheng brought several graduate students this year. During the first class, he left his WeChat ID on the blackboard for the students.
"What's the regret?" "The orioles are flying, the leaves are falling, and the flowers are silent." "Can you be specific?" "" The jade is broken, the talent is exhausted, and the beauty is dead. "Can you be more specific?" "I don't have you by my side." "" A student read out his WeChat signature in surprise.
"The teacher's avatar is weird."
"What's wrong? Let me take a look."
Screenshots of calendars, the time on them stopped on August 29, 2015.
Later, some classmates were really curious and asked Wen Cheng what the meaning of his avatar was.
Wen Cheng looked at the withered trees outside the window, his figure desolate, "That was the day she left me."