"If pride was not coldly captured by the sea of ​​reality, how could he know how to work harder to go far away?"

"If the dream has not fallen on the cliff at a critical moment, how could you know that a persistent person has invisible wings?"

Class 2, Grade 3, Zouxian Central Primary School, a song that has never appeared in major software has spread to every corner of the campus here.

On the podium, a short-haired female teacher was holding a guitar and teaching everyone to sing this song "The Original Dream".

She sang so emotionally and taught so seriously. She hoped to teach everyone to sing this song well in two classes. It was very difficult, so she needed to pay more attention than usual.

Suddenly, the teacher stopped plucking the strings of the fingers because she found a little boy in front of her was crying.

"Qi Qi, why are you crying?"

The little boy wiped his tears with his cuffs and choked and said, "Teacher, we are reluctant to let you go, why are you leaving?"

The teacher smiled and said, "Because the teacher is going to fulfill his original dream!"

...

Xu Yan has been very irritable these two days because Han Yumian doesn't come to him every day, and always says that he is busy with his studies and doesn't want to be disturbed.

And sometimes when you make a phone call, you don’t answer the phone; if you send a message, you don’t reply, it’s like isolating yourself.

"What's going on, this girl?" He wondered.

After this puzzlement, he was puzzled for five days. On the sixth night, Han Yumian finally called.

“Down.”

Xu Yan stood at the window and looked down. Sure enough, the cold little white car parked downstairs.

"I'll go change my clothes after a while!"

Today is Lu Lu's birthday. Not only did she ask Han Yumian to tell her, but she also called her to invite her in person. If she didn't give up, it would be too disgraceful.

Xu Wu was wearing a turtleneck sweater and was playing computer in the living room. The heating made her face flush. She glanced at it and asked:

"Hmm? Where are you going with a spring breeze on your face?"

Xu Yan sorted out the hair on his head in the bathroom, and didn't want to pay attention to his sister's question at all.

But Xu Wu Bingxue is smart and can't guess what good things his brother has encountered.

"Is that person downstairs?" She smiled sly, deliberately not mentioning Han Yumian's name.

Xu Yan still ignored him, while Xu Wu put down the Spring Festival script he was writing.

She walked to the bathroom door, leaned against the door frame, and examined the handsome brother who was coveted by countless classmates.

"Handsome!" She praised with a smile.

Xu Yan didn't go to see her or answered, but asked about the script.

“Where is the script written?”

Xu Wu said truthfully: "There is one quarter."

"Well, there is still a script to write at the end. I remember you didn't really want to write a novel about Nirvana and Rebirth at the beginning? Is it a bit too much?"

Xu Yan's initiative to speak to his sister would definitely be brought into Han Yumian's topic, so the questions in his mouth emerged one after another.

Xu Wu did not realize the other party’s thoughts, so he followed the topic.

"Not yet! I have been thinking about an idea for a long time, but when I was about to start writing "Myth" and now I have to write the Spring Festival paper. I will be ready to start after I finish all this."

Xu Yan said: "Stop writing. I have an idea that may be better than you. When you have time to talk to you, then you can write it out!"

After hearing this, Xu Wu pouted and said dissatisfied: "I wrote it all for me, then why are you doing?"

Xu Yan said while wearing shoes: "Of course there is something bigger to do!"

"I'll give you a look of hehe!" Xu Wu glanced at him with contempt and said mercilessly, "Isn't it just a matter of love? I think you've been busy for so long, aren't you still alone?"

Xu Yan glanced at him and didn't say anything. He was still hurt by his sister?

Is this a wise man who has to make mistakes in a thousand worries? Or is it the misfortune that Lao Tzu said is the basis of good fortune, and good fortune is the basis of bad fortune?

For a moment, the atmosphere at home was a little awkward and frozen.

At this time, Wang Fang came out of the room and saw that her son was about to go out, so he reminded him: "The weather forecast says there is snow today, so you don't wear more clothes!"

Xu Yan sorted out his tweed coat and said indifferently: "I have been watching it for so many years, but you still believe in the weather forecast! If you don't come back to eat at night, don't leave any food!"

"Where are you going?" Wang Fang complained in a habitual way.

"Then are you back tonight?" Xu Wu, who knew who was downstairs, asked.

Xu Yan opened the door and turned around and lied: "I won't come back!"

"Hei,tui! Talk to you again!"

Xu Wu brought the door with him with contempt, as if he had swept his brother out.

Outside the door, Xu Yan was stunned when he heard his sister's words, his expression on his face was a little stiff.

While waiting, Han Yumian did not play with her phone, but kept staring at the dim corridor. As soon as the sensing light in the corridor lit up, her eyes lit up as well.

But every time she sees the person she comes out without knowing, her expectations will quickly disappear and then turn into disappointment.

This time, the lights were lit again, and the light that had just dimmed in my eyes burned again, and this time it was no longer disappointment, but a small satisfaction.

However, Han Yumian did not reveal too much of her mood. She was still a little resentful because the man didn't say anything when he came back, nor did he come to find her as soon as possible.

But these days she will wonder, why should she tell herself?

Xu Yan got into the car with a smile on his face and said as soon as he got in the car: "Long time no see!"

Yes, long time no see.

It has been eleven days since October 3rd to today, and it has been almost half a month!

They are all in the same city and are so close, but they never saw each other.

Han Yumian didn't respond much, just said, "There are many tasks in the school."

Xu Yan believed it on the surface, but he had a hundred doubts in his heart, but he did not raise his own doubts.

Buzz buzz ~

Suddenly, Han Yumian's ringing rang.

"Hey, hello!"

"Ms. Han is right? There is a courier from you here. Seeing that you are not at home, you have placed it at the inn. The pickup code has been sent!"

"OK, thanks!"

Han Yumian hung up the phone, and his face was very confused. He had not bought anything and had not been exposed to any documents recently. Where did the express delivery come from?

Gifted by fans?

Maybe this is the only reason!

Thinking of this possibility, she had a headache.

Xu Yan didn't know what she was thinking. After looking at the time, seeing that there were no gifts in the car, he suggested:

"You haven't bought anything either. It's still early now. Go to the supermarket to get some gifts for nourishing your skin and replenishing blood, otherwise it would be too rude to go empty-handed!"

Soon, the two of them discussed what to buy like a couple. Xu Yan said to buy this and that, but Han Yumian shook his head.

"No! This one has a high sugar content!"

"This is not suitable. Teacher Lu is not that old!"

“This has no effect.”

After being rejected again and again, Xu Yan simply stopped expressing his opinion and pushed the cart behind Han Yumian to wait for her to put the things in.
Chapter completed!