Five years later, I returned to the place where I had fled. Standing tall buildings, familiar paths, hurried crowds, everything is so familiar and so strange.

"Clear", I stood outside the airport, turned around and looked at the figure I hadn't seen for five years, and suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. Bright and clean white face, with angular Leng Jun, white shirt, black suit pants appear slender legs. It's still so dazzling, just like the first time I saw you standing on the podium, and you were inadvertently in a trance.

When I came to my senses, I saw a tall girl standing next to you, with a big chestnut volume and a particularly delicate face. She looked at me with a smile, and we looked at each other.

I thought about countless reply words in my mind, and finally I just said "long time no see" and ran away in a hurry.

Looking at the figure of Yun Qingyi, my mouth could not help but rise. The little turtle who escaped for five years finally came back.

I really don't know, only 160cm, how can you run so fast every time? This was the case five years ago, and it is still the case today. It always takes me by surprise, and I can't forget it.

Luggage, hand in hand, walked into the airport with a self-deprecating girl.

"She's back, are you still going?" I smiled and didn't answer. I just watched the direction you ran away until I couldn't see it again at the corner.

The first time I met you was in the first physics class of senior one. You walk gracefully from the door to the podium with a lesson plan in one hand and a trouser pocket in the other. After your slender hands rolled up their sleeves slightly, you opened the lesson plan. "My name is mo Yan Shu. In the next three years, I will be your physics teacher. Ok, I'll call the roll first and get to know everyone. "

"Clear Cloud"

"To"

At that moment, we looked at each other, and at that glance, we remembered each other.

Later, as long as I have physics class, I look forward to the moment when you walk into the classroom with light.

Although many things you said were difficult for me to digest and my test scores were pitifully low, I still listened carefully and took notes in class.

You will come to my desk from time to time during class. Every time I go to my desk, I feel inexplicably nervous, so nervous that I can only hold my hand tightly, for fear that you will see my embarrassment. And after you leave, you will sigh silently and feel extremely disappointed because you stayed too short.

Later, I learned that I fell in love with my teacher. It was love at first sight.

Look at this girl with dark and bright eyes, as if you can tell her appearance at a glance and know that your name is Yun Qing.

In every class, those black eyes will move with their own figure and never stop. I can't forget these bright eyes from the initial discomfort to the disappointment later.

Occasionally, I will scratch, knowing that you will be nervous. I will come to your desk from time to time and watch you hold hands nervously and dare not vent. Your face will turn red, but your eyes will always look at me. When I go far away, I will hear your little sigh and your mouth will rise slightly.

I don't know from which day, I like to give lectures at your desk more and more. Looking at your nervous and weak appearance, your little face flushed with anger is very cute.

I know a person's heart for no reason. I like a lovely student who is nervous at the sight of himself.

-5-

"Yun Qing, Peng, what about you ... these failed students come to my office for physics self-study at night, and I will make up lessons for you and try to pass the next monthly exam."

I bowed my head and walked to the front of the platform, reaching for the test paper. You didn't give it, but I was talking with my test paper. I only stood for a minute, blushing with embarrassment and afraid to look up. When you finished, I quickly reached for the test paper and walked back to my seat.

Later, every physics evening self-study, the students were doing papers, and only a few of our failed students ran to the office to listen to your questions. After each question is finished, you will ask me if I understand it. If I don't understand, please say it again, and never say I'm too stupid.

I began to like making up lessons. Every time I make up a missed lesson, I feel that physics topics are no longer dead logic, formulas that I can't remember, but symbols that jump between your fingers. Every topic is more difficult than going to heaven. I will bow my head when I meet you.

I was deeply attracted by your elegant explanation. I know the feeling of love is beginning to spread like ivy.

Every time I make up lessons at night, I always want to touch your head and tell you, "Don't be afraid, these questions are not difficult, I have you." Because of my identity, I have never done it once.

As long as you say no, I will say it again and again until you understand everyone and stop making mistakes. I like to watch you grin when you solve the problem, and then I will laugh silly with you in my heart.

Every time after tutoring, you always like to wait for me to go out with you You turn off the lights and I lock the door, so naturally looking at you, just like a young couple going out for a walk after dinner, always tacit understanding.

At that moment, I hope you are no longer my student, but my lover who goes out for a walk with me.

Looking at the countdown to the college entrance examination in the corner of the blackboard, the number of days has changed from the initial 3 digits to 2 digits and then to 1 digit, which also indicates that the day of parting with you is getting closer and closer, and my heart is beginning to panic and feel sad. .....

Looking back on these three years, it is my best three years, because of you, high school is full of expectations; Because of you, I am no longer afraid of learning; Because of you, I know how to love.

I really want to say to you, "It's good to have you in high school. I want to have it all my life, okay? "

Girl, I know you will leave soon to meet the college entrance examination, university, poetry and the distance.

I don't know if you will always think of me in the distance, think of seeing my nervousness and stay away from my loss.

When I first entered the society, I have you for three years, and I am not lonely, not lonely. Although you are sometimes surprisingly stupid, I still love you.

I want to say to you: "Come on, my girl, your distance and poetry are waiting for you, and I am waiting for you to grow up."

The college entrance examination is over, tearing books, shouting and partying.

The monitor organized a dinner party, so all the teachers were there. I saw you standing in the middle at a glance, still white shirt and black pants, cold and handsome.

After a meal, you drank a lot of wine, and your classmates thanked you, vented their resentment and scratched you. Anyway, you kept pouring you cups, and you didn't refuse.

I watched you until you were drunk, and I didn't dare to propose a toast to you. Thank you for meeting me.

Finally, everyone changed karaoke. I'll wait for you at the table to go to the bathroom and want to say thank you. When I saw you coming out, I immediately stepped forward. You looked at me, smiled and said nothing.

I'm too nervous to be myself. I just held hands and couldn't say a word.

You took my hand, walked under a tree in front of the door and stopped to look at me.

I was drunk and there were too many students toasting. On a happy day, I did not refuse. I had to go to the bathroom at the end of the drink.

When I came out, I thought everyone had left, but I saw you sitting at the table, fiddling with your fingers, looking up at the bathroom from time to time, watching me come out and coming right away.

My hands are still used to clenching, not talking, looking at me.

Take your hand and walk under the tree. I look at you, at myself in your eyes.

At that moment, I bowed my head and you closed your eyes; I kissed your lips and your body trembled slightly.

Although I reluctantly let go, I still looked up to see you. You dodged, afraid to look at me. I said weakly, "Old teacher, they are all gone."

"Well, we'll go, too." That night, you didn't come home. I tasted your beauty for the first time. I don't want to let you go anymore.

- 1 1-

I gave you my best self. Watching your mouth rise in your sleep, at that moment, I was extremely happy and a little uneasy.

Before you wake up, I get up, get dressed, run home at a speed of 100 meters, avoid my mother's questioning, go back to my room, look at myself in the mirror with a full face of spring, and smile not silly.

In the evening, my parents told me that I would study abroad. The road has been paved, and there is no room for consideration. I have no choice but to face it. I listened to my parents and set foot on a distant plane. I don't want to say goodbye to you.

The bright sunshine came in through the window, which was particularly dazzling. I woke up in my sleep. I want to hold my girl and reach out to touch it. The sheets next to me are very cold. I suddenly got up and looked at the empty bed. In a trance, I seem to have had a spring dream.

I got out of bed and looked at the purples on the sheets. I know it's not a dream, but I really have you.

I don't know why, but you ran away before I woke up.

Ask your friend, your family applied for studying abroad for you, and you chose to escape and got on a long-distance plane without saying goodbye to me.

Well, I respect your choice and know that you still have poetry and distance.

But why don't you wait for me, wait for me to watch you go far and stay with you with my thoughts and waiting.

For five years, I never went back to see you again, because I didn't know how to face it, and I was more afraid that you said it was just a drunken slip of the tongue. I choose to be a turtle, far away from your city, and only miss you silently in the distance.

Although I often want to contact you, picking up the phone is like a deflated balloon, and I can never dial the number 1 1 engraved in my heart.

I only asked my friends about you. My friend told me that you were in love. That girl is a beautiful and intellectual teacher. She is very suitable for you.

At that moment, I suddenly felt that my candy was taken away by others, sour and very wronged.

I thought I could forget, just keep your beauty in my heart, but I never thought that the moment I knew it was so sad that I couldn't wait to have your heart.

I bought a plane ticket for the fastest return to China, dragged simple luggage, set foot in this city with you, and met you.

Five years have passed, and you never came back. I don't know whether you miss it or not, but I can't wait for what I missed. Looking at you in the photo, I just want to hug my girl and kiss her.

I know you will ask some information about me through your friends. I just told you the news of making friends through your friends like a little boy.

I bet you miss me as much as you do and don't want to lose the beauty we once had.

The moment I saw you at the airport, I knew I won.

For me, 1 this step has been completed, and the remaining 99 steps will be completed by me.

Seeing her standing beside you, as my friend said, is beautiful and intellectual, and it is appropriate to stand with you.

Five years later, I still lack the courage to stand with you, so I have to run away again, go back to nobody's home and sleep until the end. After sleeping, there will be no sadness, sadness and tears.

In my sleep, you opened your arms to me, held me in your arms, touched my head and said in your ear, "Welcome back, my girl."

The moon is particularly bright, and I am standing downstairs in your house, with a long figure.

I put the ring I bought three months ago in my pocket, smoked a cigarette, picked up the phone and dialed the number I had saved for five years but never called.

"Yun Qing, I am downstairs in your house."

Watching you run out of the community, ten meters away from me, slow down and walk with your head down, just like I told you to go to the podium to get the failed test paper.

Look at this woman I've missed for five years. Yes, it's a woman, my woman. Step forward, grab it, hold it in your arms, lower your head and kiss it hard.

Let go of the girl who can't breathe, hold her arm tightly, touch her hair and say in her ear, "It's my responsibility to escape for five years."

Looking at your surprised silly face, I smiled in a low voice.

"Fool, I am waiting for you to grow up." Put the long-awaited ring on the ring finger in the moonlight, bow your head and gently kiss the tears in the corner of your eyes.

The bright moonlight hit the two men, and the long figure on the ground seemed to be just one person.