June is our farewell song

Chapter 24 Old Memories, New Beginnings

"That notebook really belongs to the teacher." Qi Yu squinted his eyes and said, shaking his neck back and forth, "So, the strange message in the guestbook of the Literature Club was also written by you. Slightly, what's going back to that boring reality! Or change that bad reality with me...' Uh...uh..."

"Hush—" Chen Ge covered Qi Yu's mouth, and then heaved a long sigh, "Yes, I used to be a member of the literature club."

"Really, what a surprise..." The corners of Gu Yuan's eyes twitched unconsciously, he didn't expect Teacher Chen Ge to have such an unbearable side, "So, the person who claims to be the Lord of the Dark Flames is you... ..."

"Ah, enough, enough, enough, stop talking. I don't want to hear anything about the contents of that notebook." Chen Ge covered his ears with his hands and shook his head like a rattle. "Obviously... I'm clearly out of that image."

"Why did it become like this? Teacher." Qi Yu asked, "The teacher doesn't feel like that type of person to me. If you want to talk about the second year, I think someone like Gu Yuan is more suitable." .”

"Hey, aren't you talking about Teacher Chen Ge? Don't bring me up!"

"Alas—this matter is a long story." Chen Ge took a deep breath, and then walked to the railing of the open-air corridor. The cool evening wind was blowing his black hair, and there was a faint Bringing the sound of the guitar, "That was ten years ago."

"This... why did it suddenly switch to memory mode?"

"I'm... in love."

When Chen Ge noticed her, the melody beating in his heart just happened to sound in the sky that had already turned red, always, always, always... Whenever this time, what took root in his heart was a kind of love like black tea. Melted sugar-like emotions, sweet, soft, and warm.

The girl stood under the cherry blossom tree in spring, looking up at the azure sky in the rain of flowers, and the spring breeze was blowing her hair like a waterfall.

How should this feeling be called?

How can I describe this feeling?
"Ok?"

The girl turned towards him with a smile more amazing than any flowers, and the violin case in her hand was gently shaking behind her.

She stopped in the spring and appeared in such a beautiful place, just like a miraculous accident.

"It's you, Chen Ge, did you see...? I wanted to give him a surprise, so I waited for him here. Ah, he's here." Chen Ge didn't hear what she said later, so he It was as if I had just listened to Chopin's "Scherzo" up close, and my ears were full of rumbles.

The violinist who finished playing ran towards the person she was waiting for, passing through layers of crowds, holding flowers in his hands, like a close-up shot of a movie, deeply engraved in his heart.

However, Chen Ge is not the protagonist in the story.

"Um... so it's over before it even started... It's so miserable..." Gu Yuan sighed. "Such memories are enough for a human to curse the fate of the whole world. Therefore, you will become the Lord of Dark Flames..."

"Enough is enough, don't say any more." Chen Ge immediately stopped Gu Yuan's tirade from the contents of his notebook, "In short, things are probably like this, there is no way, people will always have time to do nothing .When you are young, you will always make some irreparable mistakes, just like two intersecting straight lines. Once you miss the right time, you will never have the chance to meet again."

"Why did you suddenly start talking about such philosophical words?" Gu Yuan yawned.

"Listen to me carefully, boy, these are all valuable life experiences, don't let me repeat the same mistakes."

Chen Ge grabbed Gu Yuan's neck, who was about to turn around and run away.

"Hey, hey, I know, I know, let go, let go."

Gu Yuan repeatedly patted Chen Ge's arm to beg for mercy.

"Speaking of which, ten years ago, um..." Qi Yu pouted, and the index finger of his right hand was arched and gently pressed against his lips, looking thoughtfully at Chen Ge who was entangled with Gu Yuan in front of him, Face said suspiciously, "So, teacher, are you really under 30 years old?"

"Of course, I'm only 27, what, is there a problem?"

"But... your hair..." Qi Yu frowned and looked at the top of Chen Ge's head. Although it was still thick, there was already a small piece of flesh color that could not be ignored in the middle of the black forest. "It's not at all what a 20-something should look like."

"You... oh-forget it." Chen Ge wanted to justify something, but in the end he gave up. He hooked his hand at Qi Yu and said, "Give me back the notebook, you two go back to study by yourself at night." Well, the exam is coming up next week, cramming is shameful, but it's useful."

"Hey, if you don't want to be exposed, can you tell us a little bit about the topic?" Qi Yu swayed his body from side to side like a sunflower, and asked with a smirk, "Anyway, our class doesn't take the same exam as other students. The papers and questions are all written by you, the teacher, right? Then... it shouldn’t matter if you say a little bit, right?”

"Huh?" Gu Yuan, who had already started to leave, suddenly heard something interesting, and turned half of his body gently.

"Cough cough...cough cough..." Chen Ge cleared his throat, then snatched the notebook from Qi Yu's hand and hugged it in his arms, as if the loudspeaker at home was suddenly stepped on by a naughty cat. With the same feet, he said in an octave higher voice, "We will not allow you to do such a thing again in the future. Don't be an example. Go back to your self-study!"

Gu Yuan and Qi Yu seemed to have suddenly turned into mime performers on the stage. They hooked their fingers, opened their mouths, moved their eyes, and shook their bodies, but they couldn't say a word.

Gu Yuan and Qi Yu returned to the classroom and sat down again, looked at each other, and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

(How can people be so shameless...)
"These two guys, I didn't expect this book to be found by the two of them." In the open-air corridor, Chen Ge looked at Qi Yu and Gu Yuan in the back row of the classroom through the window, "boys and girls who are biting their pens and lost in thought , Hehe, it’s really nostalgic.”

The melody of the guitar wafted in the cool night wind, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of osmanthus. Chen Ge's eyes fell to the direction where the melody came from.

The music intertwined with thoughts has already disappeared into the air unknowingly together with the white sigh.

He saw the sakura trees in the teaching building, and now is not the season for them to open, and the spring that belongs to them has passed.

The boy who used to wander around under the tree in confusion, burdened with joy and sorrow, waiting for the arrival of spring, can now enjoy the happiness of autumn.

"However, speaking of it, it's unbelievable, your smile." Chen Ge smiled and closed his eyes, "The black and white streets are gradually dyed with bright colors, and the stagnant clock is turned again. After all, we came back here together, back to this place that carries our countless memories."

(To be honest, it's really boring without you here.)
(But if you just talk about loneliness like this, you will definitely laugh at me when you hear it.)
"Sigh—it's time to go back and prepare lessons." Chen Ge, who woke up from the memory, shook his head lightly with a smile, took his notebook, and returned to his office.

"Huh?" Li Shiyu, who was concentrating on practicing the piano in the office, seemed to have noticed something, suddenly raised his head and looked at the open-air corridor on the fifth floor of the teaching building.

The milky-white lights were on in the empty open-air corridor, which looked extraordinarily silent against the backdrop of the sky full of stars.

The air was filled with the aroma of pudding milk tea. Liu Chang was lying on the table with a pencil thinking about how to sketch the art students tomorrow. The unique texture of the mahogany Les Paul in his hand made people feel very at ease.

"What the hell is that feeling just now?" Li Shiyu curled her lips lightly, obviously she didn't see anything, and obviously nothing happened, but when she wanted to continue to pluck the strings, her fingers unconsciously It stiffened a bit.

"Eh? What's the matter? Don't you practice guitar?"

There was a rustling sound of rummaging through things from behind. Liu Chang looked back curiously and found that Li Shiyu was struggling to cross the pile of debris in the back half of the office.

"Well, I want to find this thing and have a look."

Liu Chang looked at the thing in Li Shiyu's hand that seemed to be one size smaller than the guitar case, pushed his glasses, and said, "That's... a violin?"

"Well, yes, a long time ago, I was a very good violinist."

"Eh? Really or not..."

"Don't you believe it? I can play it to you live."

When the violin sounded, Chen Ge just walked to the garden downstairs.

Listen carefully, and you can still hear the melody of the year.

Like the sky after the rain, my heart seems to clear up.

It has been ten years, and the four seasons have gone through ten cycles, and we are no longer those innocent children back then, but are heading towards our different tomorrows.

Our story is over, and theirs has just begun.

What will you and I be here to witness?

(End of this chapter)