True Love Lasts

"Well, I mean..." Qiao Sangyu tried to keep calm, pretending to ask the whole sentence naturally, "she has always been teacher Bai?" In their village, there has always been a teacher Bai, who just looks like Li Minzhi? Thinking of this, her heart sank a little bit

She turned her head and looked at Qi mo. he was a little confused. She must have the same expression now.

"Bai Qing, teacher Bai! It's always in the school over there. What do you mean? "

"Oh, yes That's it! We We just want to subsidize the school running. When we hear that there are teachers, we just I can't help but make sure. " She white face, kowtow to say a complete sentence, just along the direction of the aunt to see past, "where is the school?"

"Yes, in the long row of tile roofed houses." When she heard Qiao Sangyu say this, her smile brightened. "Are you going to help the baby go to school? Excellent! You have a rest. I'll go to the village head! Hey, what a nice guy in the village today

The aunt ran away in a hurry, leaving only a group of them, four, standing at the entrance of the village, looking at the direction of the red tile roofed house.

Qiao Sangyu can't help but flinch. She looks at Qi Mo and asks him, "Qi Mo?"

What if she really "has always been" Miss Bai?

Qi Mo took the initiative to raise his feet and walked towards the school: "now that he's here, have a look."

Rural primary schools are in poor condition, but they are very clean.

That row of tile roofed houses is very long. There are several classrooms in it. Each teacher has students, and each classroom has a lot of space. They look for each other separately. After two steps, Qi Mo stops. Hearing the movement on the other side, he turns and turns towards the back of the tile roofed house

There is a huge reed "Dang" here. From a distance, you can see the sea.

He saw five or six children standing by the reeds, surrounded by a painting man. She is wearing the same white skirt as the photo. Her hair has grown long and she has a simple ponytail. She is concentrating on painting on a drawing board. A picture of a reed "Dang" has been basically completed

"Mr. Bai, you are so powerful!"

"Miss Bai, when I grow up, can I draw as well as you?"

"Of course! You will draw better than the teacher She contentedly put down the brush, got up to check the children's achievements, "the teacher just talked about the composition, now take a look at you..."

In the middle of the conversation, Yu Guang in the corner of her eyes saw Qi Mo, and her voice stopped. Suo "Xing" stood up straight and looked at him. She said with a gentle smile, "looking for someone?"

She had a smile on her face and a gentle but totally I don't know him.

Qi Mo stood in shock. He was shocked. When she looked at him, he even clenched his fists in embarrassment, but She spoke to him in such a strange and alienated way. Qi Mo can't help but be stunned, some inexplicable sour between the wings of the nose, the mouth opened, but didn't say a word.

"Are they the parents of the students?" She asked again, but still couldn't get any reaction from Qi mo.

Looking back at the students around, it seems that no one knows the young man.

She smiles awkwardly. Looking at Qi Mo's clothes, she thinks that she is not the parents of the children here. She kindly pointed to a certain direction of the village and kindly pointed the way: "are you from the city? The way back to the city is over there. If you want to buy fish, it's over there. It's not easy to walk here. It's normal to get lost. "

She regarded Qi Mo as a businessman who lost his way here.

"Teacher Bai, look at my painting!" When some students were shouting, she ignored Qi Mo and bent over to check the students' paintings

Qi Mo didn't go. He looked like a man who had lost his way and had no way back.

"Qi Mo, I don't have Find... " Qiao Sangyu just came around in a circle, just wanted to say nothing, but just saw Li Minzhi raise his head from the students. She was stunned for a moment, the last two words, into a light as a low voice of mosquitoes and flies.

"Your friend is here." "White teacher" initiative opened mouth, pointed to the direction of Qi Mo, "he seems to" lost "the road."

With that, she continued to look down at the students' pictures.

Qiao Sangyu was also confused.

She looked at the "white teacher" in a daze: she Don't know them?!

"All right. Everyone has room to improve! Let's go back to the classroom first She watched a circle, then announced with a smile, and finally looked at the two people in a daze, and then left with the children. In her opinion, these two are strange people from the city

Qiao Sangyu just watched her pass by Qi mo. Qi Mo didn't stop her and didn't say anything

"Qi Mo?" Qiao Sangyu was inexplicably distressed and couldn't help walking towards him.

He must be very sad now, isn't he?

as like as two peas, he is no doubt that he is a lost teacher. This feeling is a kind of unspeakable pain!Around, his heart is not easy.

Qiao Sangyu didn't know how to comfort him. She felt more sorry for bringing him here without investigating. She hesitated to grab his sleeve. After a long pause, she murmured: "we We can ask the village head, maybe... " She can't tell why.

I don't know how to minimize the damage?

Qi Mo interrupts her, but her "color" is lonely, but her eyes say: "she is."

"Why?" Qiao Sangyu remembered the strange sight of "teacher Bai" just now. "She doesn't know us anymore..."

"Because of her paintings." Qi Mo stepped forward two steps and went to the easel. She had just brought the children back to the classroom, but she didn't have time to collect her paintings. "She reminds me of my childhood When I was very young... "

If the memory of that time is not triggered by specific things, he will not remember it all his life.

At that time, he was still playing with mud, right?

My parents should not have taken over the business at that time, and the three of them often went out to play. At that time, my mother didn't pursue famous brands, didn't like comparison, and lived a very artistic life. She can draw, she can play several musical instruments, when she was a child, she wanted him to learn, but he was not interested.

Every time I went out to play, my mother would take a drawing board and concentrate on her oil paintings. He played for an afternoon, his mother painted for an afternoon, and his father stood patiently behind her for an afternoon Then, he would slap a clay handprint on his mother's painting, destroying her whole afternoon's hard work. His mother's face was full of heartache, and his father would beat him up.