The voice was soft and gentle, but not humble or humble, but it was full of affection. The housekeeper took the invoice and paused, and said, "The young master is not very good-tempered, and I hope Mr. Xu can be considerate."

Yan Ge nodded.

The cobbled path had been bypassed in the talking room, and it had passed through a meadow before reaching a three-story building.

After entering the small building, a maid named Zhang Ma handed a towel to Yange for her to wipe.

Yan Ge took it politely, but did not wipe it, but asked: "The student I want to tutor, where is he?"

Mother Zhang pointed upstairs: "I'll take you up."

Yan Ge nodded.

Fei Jiayu's room is on the innermost floor of the second floor. The carpet on the second floor is soft. Yange changed slippers, and there was no sound of stepping on it.

Zhang Ma knocked on the door and heard a low "in", which slowly pushed the door open.

"Master, Teacher Xu is here."

The people inside said "um", sitting at the desk, leaving only a back view for Yange.

Zhang Ma has become accustomed to such rude things as Fei Jiayu. She smiled at the song and signaled that the door was closed slowly after the song entered.

Yange stood by the door and introduced himself to the person sitting at the desk: "Hello, I'm your tutor in the future, my surname is Xu, and you can call me Teacher Xu at noon."

The man was still sitting upright at the table, holding a book in one hand, but the book never turned pages.

Yan Ge approached, and she took off the schoolbag on her back.

Only one chair in the room was occupied by Fei Jiayu. She didn't care. She put the schoolbag on the table and took out the lesson plan she had done overnight.

But his hand was held down by Fei Jiayu: "It's me, Mianmian."

His voice was a little dumb, and when he said that, he looked up at her.

She stood at the window and watched her holding a red umbrella from the gate towards the small building. The rain and mist were hazy and the rain drizzled. Her white ankle skirt angle slightly blew and fluttered. Half fall, just like his heart then.

She was afraid of the wetness of the skirt due to rain, so she slightly raised the corners of her skirt, and her delicate calf was exposed. Even though she could not see her face, his gaze was still attached to her graceful figure, and her eyes could not be moved away.

The old friend was still in the original city. When he first went abroad, he learned about her recent situation from his friends.

She returned to school and returned to the original class. Her grades plummeted, and many people in the school gave her nicknames and shoes. Even in private, she was blocked by many girls to find fault.

He asked his friends to take care of her, and he asked her to give her a card that can be used to swipe money. The password is his and her birthday.

However, whether it was a friend's show or the card she handed to her, she returned it intact.

She didn't want to have any more relationship with him.

His memory of her most ended when she took the first test when she was in the middle school entrance exam. She became the teacher's pride. He also saw her graduation photos. So many students, he saw her at a glance.

She is more beautiful than ever, it is a beautiful flower in bloom.

For three years, he finally came back, and the first time was to find a way to approach her.

He asked her old friend to pull the line and let her be his tutor.

He thought she would probably not agree.

However, she agreed, she knew that the student was him, and she agreed.

Is this what she still has in his heart?