You're dead for that girl who skipped school.

After An Qianyang and Bei Xuan said goodbye at the entrance of the bar, they walked forward while looking at their mobile phones, preparing to hail a car at the familiar intersection ahead to go home.

She typed to Xiao Xuan while walking: "What a coincidence? We are also going to sketch over there for the National Day. I heard that the drama there is very good. If you have time, I will invite you to watch it."

Xiao Xuan: "Do you understand this?"

An Qianyang: "I don't really understand... I just heard..."

Xiao Xuan: "Students invite teachers? Let's see when the time comes. I'm going to rest, Ann :)"

An Qianyang said good night, locked the phone, and stood at the intersection of the road a little bit disappointed. Xiao Xuan didn't say a word about kissing her last time. The words seemed to be the most common response between teachers and students?Maybe she was too impulsive, but that kiss made An Qianyang make up his mind to face his feelings for Xiao Xuan honestly.

A car passed by An Qianyang, and the light from the headlights blinded her eyes. For the first time in 19 years, she felt a mixed feeling of grievance and loss.

"Sister, do you want to come in and look at the clothes?" An Qianyang turned her head and saw a clerk standing in front of her at the door of a fashion brand store that was not closed yet. There were a few roaring English letters printed on the fringed light board on the storefront : Letitbe.She walked into the clothing store, bought some unisex sweatshirts and a baseball cap that she had never tried before, and took a taxi back to the apartment.

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On the afternoon before the National Day, on the bullet train to Wuzhen, An Qianyang looked out the window at the industrial areas with dark blue roofs, and the classmates sitting next to her fell asleep. Because they broke up with Li Chenchen, the two A boy who used to be very close to her sat in a compartment at the back.

There was no signal on the mobile phone. An Qianyang opened WeChat and clicked into the conversations that she had seen countless times. She stared at the sentence that appeared on Xiao Xuan's profile picture with a light blue background, "Students invite teachers? Let's see when the time comes. I want Rest, Ann :)", looked at it aimlessly for a long time, then began to speculate on the demeanor and mood of the person who made that sentence at that time, did she disdain it?Still tired?Or does she feel normal about her apparently out-of-the-way behavior?Or do you have a good impression but have to restrain yourself because of the boundaries between teachers and students?Or even that she doesn't accept homosexuality?

However, how to explain the confusion of that night?If she knew this was the case, why would she disturb her normal life, causing An Qianyang to think about it day and night, thinking about the coldness of her straight nose against her face, and her hands gently lifting her chin?This damned woman!

An Qianyang discovered that within half a month, she was so eager to see her.

The group finally arrived in Wuzhen. It was almost evening, and the students hurriedly finished their dinner and carried their suitcases and drawing boards to the entrance of an express hotel.

"An Qianyang, you and I will share a room." The class monitor came over dragging the suitcase and motioned to An Qianyang.An Qianyang nodded, and followed the monitor to the elevator. The elevator stopped on the 4th floor. The students rushed to find their rooms, and An Qianyang followed the monitor through the narrow corridor.

"Squad leader, did the National Day teachers also come here for a meeting?"

"That's right, student Qianyang, I heard from the head of the department that it's a seminar, let's take a vacation, there are several teachers from the college."

"What are they talking about?"

"I don't know about that," the squad leader stopped and turned his head and pushed his glasses, "Since when did you care so much about this kind of thing?"

An Qianyang was stunned, and hurried back: "No, I'm just curious."

As soon as the next day was dawn, An Qianyang was woken up by the class monitor: "Student Qianyang, it's time to get up, we will meet downstairs at 8 o'clock." An Qianyang hurriedly washed and tidied up. The drawing board and the monitor rushed downstairs, most of the students had already gathered downstairs, and the head of the department was standing at the entrance of the hotel with a cup of soy milk.

"Students, our sketching starts today. The sketching time is from 9:5 am to 5:5 pm. In order to ensure everyone's safety, activities in the scenic area are not allowed during the sketching period. Area," the head of the department said while taking out a map with his other hand and pointing, "Everyone can choose a place to do it, and everyone has to come here to sign in at [-]:[-] p.m. After [-]:[-] p.m., you can move around freely."

"Yes, teacher!" The eager students replied loudly.

"Okay, let's start." The head of the department waved his hand, and the students in a circle scattered around with a coaxing sound.

An Qianyang followed the squad leader and a group of girls to a place where there were few people. It was still early in the morning. Under the foggy sky in the early morning, the river was gurgling under the tiled houses, and there were people on several fishing boats moored in the middle of the river. Casting a net into the river.An Qianyang and his team came to a small stone bridge and started to set up a drawing board to draw.

Perhaps it was the serene atmosphere emanating from Wuzhen that made An Qianyang, who had always been impatient in painting, calm down, slowly presenting the scene captured in front of him to the paper with rare strokes.

Minutes passed by.

"Oh, I'm hungry."

"Me too."

The squad leader looked at his phone, and it was already 12:[-] noon, so he said, "Why don't we go find something to eat first."

A group of girls put away their drawing boards and started walking towards the center of the town. The streets were full of National Day tourists. They passed through the crowds and came to an alley, where a well-decorated restaurant came into view.

"This one looks pretty good, so here it is." Several girls led into the shop and began to order. An Qianyang also ordered a lotus leaf powdered steamed meat and a plate of white water fish. Sat down on the wooden table.

"Hey, hey, isn't that Teacher Xiao?" A girl patted the class monitor on the shoulder and pointed upwards at her diagonally. An Qianyang looked in the direction the girl was pointing, and caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

Xiao Xuan was wearing a simple blue dress, with an open neckline revealing fair skin on his chest and a small half of his shoulders. His black hair was scattered on one side, and he was smiling and chatting with a person next to him.An Qianyang's heart suddenly throbbed.

"Hello, Teacher Xiao." An unknown girl at An Qianyang's table shouted.

Xiao Xuan raised his head, looked at their table, his eyes skipped An Qianyang, and then floated over to look at her.I saw Xiao Xuan nodded with a smile: "Hello."

An Qianyang's heart beat wildly from Xiao Xuan's vague stare, she glanced at Xiao Xuan's side, and her mood suddenly felt like a basin of ice water was poured on her body.

There was a good-looking woman sitting there, to be precise, a good-looking and handsome woman, that person was wearing a striped shirt, with delicate features and short brown hair, and a pair of sunglasses were clipped to her ears, she and Xiao Xuan were very close He was leaning against his body, with one hand resting on the armrest of the chair where Xiao Xuan was sitting.

An Qianyang's first big meal in Wuzhen was ruined like this. Her whole meal was tasteless, and she heard the girls intermittently saying "Ms. Xiao's friend is so handsome" "Mr. A big ace" and other whispers.

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