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In the noisy atmosphere surrounding his family, the birthday cake and flickering candles, and all the endless blessings, he turned his head and saw the girl outside the window who was drenched in the rain.

When it is time to be considerate and avoidant the most, the self-esteem of a sixteen or seventeen year old is ignored.

Still not smart enough and mature enough.

The winter wind is cold, and it brings a bit of a biting chill to your breath.

Through the locked gate of the school, the sound of traffic can be heard in the distance.

The teaching building stands under the desolate century-old sunshine. The classrooms in my memory will be filled with new people when school starts. The small shop next to the teaching building will no longer sell expired orange soda.

The playground below was almost empty during this period, and there was a thin layer of ice.

The camera moves up to see black and white sneakers.

To put it into detail, there was nothing spectacular between them.

It is nothing more than recognition, familiarity, separation and repetition.

Why did someone remember him as a friend for so long?

"Cheng Xuran...?" An uncertain voice sounded from behind, slightly hoarse and as gentle as polished jade. The moment Song Yanqing turned around, Bai Wenyan's eyes were stunned.

"How did you get in?" Bai Wenyan opened the studio door with the key and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

silence.

Cheng Xuran held it in for a long time and finally said: "We... were passing by."

The door was locked, but Bai Wenyan didn't say what else he wouldn't dare to do with Song Yanqing with him.

"Are you a teacher in No. 3 Middle School now?" Cheng Xuran was shocked.

Ever since Bai Wenyan was admitted to a 985 Normal University after repeating his studies, Cheng Xuran sent him blessings, and the two had no contact on WeChat since then.

Over the years he has become more of a transparent person in the class.

Cheng Xuran was quite surprised to learn about Bai Wenyan's current situation. "Yes, I went back to No. 3 Middle School directly after graduation." Bai Wenyan heated up hot water with a kettle and poured them two cups. "I taught art for three years."

"What about you? I know you are a big star." Bai Wenyan smiled, with an ordinary but gentle face. Maybe he has been teaching art for a long time, and he has a special temperament. Cheng Xuran will call it art for the time being, "What about you."

"Thank you." Song Yanqing looked around the room, leaned against the table, and casually took the water glass, with long and distinct finger bones, "IT."

"I heard that this industry is quite saturated now." In the studio, Bai Wenyan was wearing only a white sweater, his figure was thin, and he was thoughtful.

Song Yanqing smiled lazily and said, "Technology is at the forefront."

"Cheng Xuran." Song Yanqing called her.

"Ok?"

"Take off the scarf, aren't you bored?"

Yes, Cheng Xuran took off his scarf and put it next to him, and walked around the studio. There were many sketches, ready to be drawn out, and they were extremely expressive.

"After staying in the north for a long time, are you still used to returning to Yuncheng?" Bai Wenyan said.

"Not bad at all."

While the two were talking, Cheng Xuran was looking at the painting.

I didn't expect it to be such a harmonious picture at first.

Bai Wenyan wears a black leather glove on his right hand, and the little finger is empty. He lost one of his hands during a crowd fight in his senior year of high school. Many things have passed and he has looked away.

For the victims.

Song Yanqing and Cheng Xuran would deliberately avoid it.

Before leaving, Bai Wenyan added his contact information to Song Yanqing with deep eyes: "We will make an appointment another day. I will visit No. 3 Middle School when I have time. Many teachers will still remember you."

He knew all about it, but he just answered it openly and casually in the most natural way: "Remember when I caused trouble?"