She just came back to her senses, picked up the phone, and heard that familiar yet unfamiliar sound,
"Lan, hello, it's me, Xiaojun."
"Hello."
"Where are you now? I only have two days to return to China this time. I want to... Tong... Meet you."
"I'm at school. You can come directly to school to find me. I'll get off get out of class at 11:30. I'll send you my address shortly."
Ye Lan hung up the phone and clapped her hands: "It's class. Let's go through this piece of music again and then get out of class is over."
She walked slowly, listening to the melody of the song from slow to fast, but the sound of "Lan" kept bringing her back to 17 years ago.
Ye Lan watched as the last student was picked up by his parents and returned to the classroom, waiting for Li Xiaojun with mixed emotions.
There were two gentle knocks on the door, "Ye Lan."
Ye Lan raised her head and imagined the scene countless times. When it actually happened in front of her, she just looked at the person in front of her blankly. For a moment, her eyes burst out with an unprecedented look, mixed with exploration and unwillingness. But when she met the other person's eyes, the look suddenly dimmed, because all she saw was the ordinary Li Xiaojun, looking at her calmly and even a little distantly.
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