You must explain it clearly in the group!!!

Su Yumian pointed his finger on the phone number, moved it away again, and had a long struggle, but finally dialed it out.

The avatar seemed to be waiting for the phone call and it quickly started to answer.

She cleared her throat: "I am Su Yumian."

Yidao said "Yeah" in a low voice.

"That...I didn't mean it just now, I'm sorry."

"Didn't you post it on purpose in the group?" Yi Dao's air pressure was a little low, "Is that you want to send it to someone else on purpose?"

"No!" Su Yumian found herself unable to defend herself, and she was so anxious that she had a little crying voice, "I'm not going to scold you, I'm chatting with Lin Mingming, Lin Mingming, do you remember? Our old classmate, she is also teaching at University B. As I was chatting, I remembered the past and said casually... You have a lot of them, don't take it to heart!"

There was silent for a while and said, "What if I insist on taking it to my heart?"

Su Yumian choked.

Easy chat, really, it's not easy to chat.

She sighed and asked carefully: "Are you angry?"

"What do you think?"

“My career… is over here right?”

"It's hard to say." Yi Dao seemed to laugh, "After all, I'm not a good person."

...

Hold a grudge! Be careful! Freak! Be careful not to be single in your life!

When Su Yumian rolled her eyes, she had already spoken: "Teacher Su, is your impression of me... that bad?"

Su Yumian was stunned for a moment. She could almost imagine the other party holding his cell phone with light eyebrows and eyes.

"No, I just feel that you used to be bullying. Many girls in the school have been angry with you."

“Is that not good?”

"ah?"

"It's okay, what else do you have to say?"

"No...no."

There was a silence, but neither side hung up the phone. Su Yumian didn't dare to hang up, and Yizha didn't hang up the phone, how could she dare to hang up?

Yi Jie was silent for a long time and suddenly spoke: "Su Yumian."

"Um?"

"Apology should be like an apology."

“…Please give me advice!”

"Should Teacher Su treat me to a meal?"

"Ha?" Su Yumian quickly reacted, "Yes, yes, it's time!"

"Then I'll wait for you to notify me." After that, Yizha hung up the phone.

Su Yumian held up his cell phone and almost petrochemical.

After a while, a message flashed out from the work group.

yl:@Su Yumian’s old classmate, each other.

This seemed to be helping her excuse her.

Only then did the group react and everyone returned to a "hehehehehe" state.

Su Yumian breathed a sigh of relief and sent Yizha a text message with lingering fear: Thank you.

Another place in City B, Yi Liao looked at the word "Thank you" on the phone screen and pursed his lips.

He spread out a piece of rice paper and picked up the brush, but he was slow to put the ink on it.

His eyes touched the heavy Book of Songs beside the desk.

It had not been moved for a long time, and the cover of the book had fallen. He took the book over and flipped it casually.

This is a book he gave to Su Yumian seven years ago.

At that time, he didn't know what she liked, so he used the excuse of tutoring compositions and getting close to her.

Su Yumian is a bit biased in science, but is not good at science, but her composition is particularly good.

Yilan found a composition topic at the end of the exercise paper and asked her to sort out her ideas.

Now he could not remember what the composition title was, but there was a faint blush on both sides of the girl's cheeks, but he remembered it very clearly. The wind blew her hair in front of her, and she stroked it casually, and her slender and clean fingers made him feel twitched.

After she finished her writing ideas, she looked up at him, her eyes clear: "Do I understand enough?"

Yi Lan suddenly staggered her eyes, her ears were hot, and she answered the question irrelevantly: "Isn't you accent native to City B?"

"Ah, I'm from S City."

A city in Jiangnan.

No wonder, no wonder.

Yidao then asked: "You write well in the composition, do you like reading very much?"

"Yes, I like reading poetry, songs and essays the most."

Yidao nodded and said, "I will attend a calligraphy exhibition next month, notes from this period..."

"I'll remember it for you."

The boy suddenly felt happy and smiled at the corners of his eyes.

The next day, the teacher happened to talk about Wei Zhuang’s "Bodhisattva Man".

The second sentence of "The spring water is blue in the sky, and the painting boat is sleeping with rain" is "The people around the ridge are like the moon, and the white wrists are condensed in frost and snow."

The teacher said this: A woman selling wine on the street in Jiangnan looked as beautiful as the moon, and when she rolled up her sleeves, she exposed a piece of her arm, as white as frost and snow.

Yi Liao suddenly looked at Su Yumian slanted in front of him.

The girl's wrists were thin and white, and she wore a jade bracelet, which made her arms look whiter.

Yi Liao's Adam's apple moved, suppressing the restlessness that arose in his heart.

Before he went to the calligraphy exhibition, he bought a book of the Book of Songs for Su Yumian.

In this book of "The Book of Songs", there are secrets he dare not say.

After he returned to campus half a month later, he entered the classroom excitedly, but found that the seats in front of him were empty.

Su Yumian transferred to school and returned to S City.

This book of "The Book of Songs" was returned by Su Yumian and lies quietly in the belly of the table.

The waist seal he made in the book was not removed, and Su Yumian must have not discovered the secret inside.

It's been seven years.

Yilan is now rubbing the brand new inner page and slowly turning the book to the last page.

On the last blank page is a poem written by him seven years ago with a nervous and expectant mood, stroke by stroke, and in his best thin gold body—

"There is nothing in Jiangnan, I'll give you a spring branch."

Let me give you a spring branch.
Chapter completed!