Linfeng would sometimes dream of that scene: the dark stairs after school, a young man holding a thick homework book running past, turning around and seeing the cuffs of a white shirt stained with chalk dust, and then, pretending to be happy, she raised her voice: "Good morning, teacher."
The man turned around, and only the lower half of his face within the field of vision was illuminated by a faint sunlight. The corners of his mouth slowly raised, and he chuckled: "Lu Linfeng, it's already afternoon."
It's bad, it's wrong, it's wrong, no matter how stupid you are, it's okay to say hello, you should change it quickly, but is it still too late?
At the end of the dream, the girl always raised her face and said bravely and clearly: "Teacher, I want to meet you in the morning."
If I meet you in the morning, I can say good morning to you.
Good morning, teacher.
I like you.
Many years later, Linfeng often wondered if the ending would have been different if he had met him in the morning. In the wisps of smoke, Linfeng couldn't help but think
It would be nice if I met him in the morning...
Intention: Bringing forth the new from the old, will there be another ending?