white moonlight on the bed

"teacher"

The one-month trip of Ye Liu and Song Ci is coming to an end. During the month, they will laugh and laugh with the children and explore the unknown.Ye Liu felt in a daze that this should be his life. This place is peaceful and comfortable, without the hustle and bustle of the outside world. Although there will be small quarrels, it still makes him nostalgic.

Zhao Ye has returned to start his work.Song Ci and Ye Liu sat in the corner of the playground, listening to the cheerful voice of the children, their hearts seemed to be moved. Ye Liu leaned on Song Ci's shoulder, and an unknown bird called from a distance, beautiful and long.

A little girl with short hair ran to Ye Liu's side. She was an introverted child who seldom spoke in class. When the children were laughing, she often chose to draw with her head down.

Ye Liu doesn't understand the art of fine arts, but she thinks that a 9-year-old child who can draw figures and fruits as real as they are should have talent in this area.

She was holding a painting in her hand, her head was lowered as if to be stuck in the dirt.

"Is this for the teacher?"

The little girl with short hair nodded, but she still didn't dare to look up, her fingers tightly grasped the corner of the drawing paper, and a little wrinkle appeared due to the force.

"Thank you"

The short-haired girl ran away quickly the moment Ye Liu picked up the drawing paper. I don't know if she heard Ye Liu's thank you.

The painting is drawn with pencils, and it is exactly the appearance of Ye Liu and Song Ci just now. In the painting, Ye Liu has a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyebrows and eyes are curved like a moon, and he looks extremely happy.Song Ci leaned on Ye Liu, and carefully put him in his arms. He looked at Ye Liu with tenderness in his eyes.

The Song Ci in this painting fascinates Ye Liu, the eyes of Song Ci make him feel in a trance, he feels that Song Ci likes himself, even if he doesn't like himself, he should have affection for him, otherwise why his eyes are so gentle" The little girl's art skills have improved! I just brought her a few books, and she has learned almost all of them."

"Can you understand?"

"My parents wanted me to be a painter"

"Is there still this?"

"kindness"

"Then why did you give up? You don't look like a quitter?"

"I just feel that painters spend more money and earn less money, so I only learned economics in college."

"Sometimes I think you are a philistine"

"A philistine? When I was young, I only drew a few good paintings. My parents saw it and thought it was my talent, so they began to ask teachers to train me. At that time, I also loved learning, but I didn't realize until I was a little older that I studied art. The money to be spent is not what the family can support.”

"Then you go to study economics"

"En! It's a good thing I didn't know each other too late, otherwise the family would be dragged down by me"

"Then boss, you like to draw, don't you?"

"It's okay, I haven't painted for many years, so I can't say whether I like it or not"

"Boss, how can I discover your strengths every day?"

"Did you adore me further?"

"It's more than one layer! It's layer after layer"

"Don't be poor, go cook"

"Cooking? Boss, come with me!"

"No, I'm going to listen to Zhao Ye's class. I'm leaving tomorrow. I still have something to explain. I have dinner in an hour and a half. You have enough time to prepare."

"boss"

Ye Liu really didn't want to go, he just learned those few dishes, although he could cook well, but Song Ci would supervise him every time, so he wouldn't make mistakes.Do it independently this time?Ye Liu really doesn't have much confidence!

Song Ci didn't look back because Yeliu's pear blossoms brought rain, the bell for class rang, and Song Ci entered the classroom with the children.

When she first came to Longxiang, Ye Liu's impression of this impoverished small mountain village was that it was far away and tired, but gradually, everything changed, and now that she was about to leave, Ye Liu felt that this remote and tired place had become Close and peaceful.Here seems to be an old man who is tolerant and gentle. He sits quietly, ignoring the world of mortals and the world.When you are sad, you can tell him. If you are confused, he will give you direction.

This small place seems to have become the resting place of the soul.

“If you like it, you can come again next year”

Song Ci seemed to have seen through Ye Liu's mind, pulled him into his arms, and waved goodbye to Zhao Ye.

"This month is like a paradise"

Listening to Ye Liu's words, Song Ci smiled very gently.The beautiful call came from the sky again, Ye Liu raised her head, and the bird soaring in the sky drew a circle and disappeared.

"Wait here for me, I'll make a call"

Ye Liu was standing not far from the stop sign, and there were almost no people around with 30 minutes to drive.Song Ci bought several generations of snacks for Ye Liu, and went to the side to make a phone call.Ye Liu was a little strange, Song Ci seldom called behind his back, I don't know why this time.

After finding a fairly clean chair, Ye Liu planned to appreciate the passing crowd, even though the crowd was hurried and a little fierce.

"What are you looking at?"

"Are you done calling?"

"En! What are you looking at?"

"Look at people! See what they are thinking? Where are they going? What are they doing?"

"Most of them went out to work, and very few went to relatives"

"What is the purpose of a person's life?"

"Are you pitying them?"

"Neither"

"They don't have your sentimentality. Life has already overwhelmed them and they have no time to think about things other than life."

"Your words are very meaningful"

"When did I say something without deep meaning, you! It's just that sometimes I think too much"

"No"

Ye Liu was a little unwilling, and he also knew that he was stumbling him a lot of the time, but that feeling seemed out of his control, as long as he touched it lightly, it would spread like a flood.He also wants to forget, and he also wants to be that carefree person again.

But when something happens, it happens, and when someone hurts, it hurts.You have huge guilt and condemnation hidden in your heart, how could it be wiped away by a sentence of suffering in life?

The car smelled like cigarettes, wine, and sweat as always. Fortunately, Ye Liu sat beside Song Ci this time. Song Ci took out his clothes from the luggage and gave them to Ye Liu. On the shoulders of Song Ci, he intends to use sleep to survive this journey of "color and fragrance".

The mountain road is rugged, but it didn't affect Ye Liu's sleep at all. In order not to disturb Ye Liu's good mood, Song Ci had no choice but to hug him.This month's clear soup and lack of water have made Ye Liu lose a lot of weight, and her originally delicate smiling face is now more angular.The hair has also grown a lot, blocking the forehead, sometimes making people look, with a three-point melancholy.

Ye Liu in her sleep seemed to feel the bump of the car, and stretched out her arms to wrap around Song Ci's waist.

The car drove for an hour and suddenly stopped on the road. The driver raised his hands tremblingly. Everyone didn't understand what happened and looked at each other. The anxious people asked the driver rudely why he didn't drive.

"Shut up! Robbery!"