"Since you left, you have lost your tenderness since then..."

Early in the morning, the singer’s vicissitudes of singing echoed in the living room, mixed with the scent of the kitchen food, and the sleepiness of this breakfast seemed to be dispelled a lot.

Ying Sixue yawned and went downstairs to see the back of Yang Xuming who was busy in the kitchen.

The scent of the food made her empty belly even more hungry.

She walked toward the kitchen, and as the distance narrowed, the vicissitudes of singing became louder and louder.

"...Remember that you promised that I wouldn't let me miss you, but you followed the migratory birds returning south to fly so far."

"Love is like a kite with a broken thread, unable to hold back your promise."

"I'm waiting for the warm spring on the top of the snow-capped mountains, and waiting for the lone goose to return after the ice on the plateau melts."

"No matter how hard it is to continue love, it will not be able to return to our past..."

Smiling and walking behind Yang Xuming, Ying Sixue reached out and turned off the music player.

Then, like a okay person, Ying Sixue looked at the pot on the fire and asked curiously, "Eat dumplings this morning?"

"Well, I made them last night, not many, just enough for one meal," Yang Xuming said, "You don't seem to like dumplings here in Guizhou, so I will give you some to taste first, and then I will make them for you if you like. eat."

Ying Sixue looked at the dumplings floating in the pot and said, “In fact, it’s not that you don’t like to eat. The fact that you can buy dumplings in the vegetable market means that someone likes to eat. It’s just that there are not so many people who like to eat....Um... …Curiously ask, what's the stuffing?"

"It's stuffed with cabbage and pork."

"Wow...should you not come with leek and pork stuffing?" Ying Sixue said with a smile, "After eating the dumplings, take a seat in the classroom and make sure that no one dares to approach you."

Yang Xuming laughed, "There is no such exaggeration, the stories on the Internet are all made up for amusement, whoever believes in fools... well, it's almost done."

With that said, Yang Xuming used a small colander to scoop up all the dumplings in the pot and brought them to the dining table.

"Dip it in water and make it yourself," Yang Xuming said, "Mix the vinegar and chili by yourself."

Ying Sixue filled a small dish with some vinegar and then returned to the table, saying, "I don't have much spicy appetite these days. I want to eat something light."

The two of you, one chopstick and one chopstick, quickly finished the plate of dumplings.

It was nine o'clock at this time.

The two went out together and got in the car.

Ying Sixue was in the driver's seat and Yang Xuming was in the co-pilot. The trident logo was shining in the morning light.

This car, which was not long after the purchase, still exuded the smell in the car, drove out of the gate of the villa area and headed towards Yang Xuming's school.

This morning Yang Xuming had a big class. According to the usual practice, Ying Sixue would drive the car directly into the parking lot of the wetland park.

After Yang Xuming went to class, Ying Sixue found a nice place in the park to sit in the sun, read a book, and wait for Yang Xuming to leave school.

Although Yang Xuming could drive to school by himself, it was too blatant to drive into the school gate in a car with a Trident logo.

Yang Xuming didn't want to do such a thing.

Anyway, the Wetland Park and the Teachers College are connected, and it does not take long to walk from the parking lot to the teaching building.

When Yang Xuming walked to the classroom, as always, he found a back position to sit with the boys.

Although it is a mathematics department, it is paradoxical that there are many boys and girls in their class.

There are nine boys and 43 girls.

So every time in class, the boys sit neatly in the last row, with all girls in front.

The men and women are distinct, do not interfere with each other, and they rarely communicate with each other.

Of the nine boys in the class, four are single, three have girlfriends from other departments, and the remaining two are locals. The girlfriends have been with them since high school.

Yang Xuming was the latest. When he sat down, the men in the back row were talking about the LOL game last night, while the girls in the front row were playing various mobile games.

The classroom is very lively.

But as the white-bearded old professor walked into the podium, everyone quickly fell silent.

The old professor taught them in his freshman year, and now he is teaching another subject in his senior year.

Although he was about to graduate, no one dared to provoke this stubborn old man.

In the rapidly becoming quiet classroom, the old man walked to the podium, opened the register, and coughed.

"Now starting to call...Wang Sanshui."

"arrive!"

"Zhou Qian."

"arrive!"

"Ning Zhen."

"arrive!"

...The old professor's roll call is very rhythmic, and he paused for a while.

The students in the classroom responded one after another.

"Yang Xuming."

"arrive!"

Hearing his name, Yang Xuming absently answered, then looked away.

Although he was still in the classroom at this time, his heart was already far away.

During this period of more than a month, his life was business as usual, and no one disturbed him.

Xu Xuan, who said that he was coming to trouble him, did not show up for a long time, and Xiao Zi, who Wang Guanying met last time, never appeared in Yang Xuming's life.

Even the diary whose cover had become completely blood-red disappeared without a trace.

And Jiang Xiaoyu's embroidered shoes disappeared the day Li Zi left.

Yang Xuming didn't know if he was taken away by Li Zi, or Jiang Xiaoyu also left him to leave.

Now, only Ying Sixue was left beside him, and he no longer had to worry about the attacks of those ghosts, and no longer had to worry about the threat of death.

Li Zi's enmity has been paid, and teacher Yue Zhentao, who is far away in Jiujiang, has also recovered from his injuries and started to run cram schools again.

And Teacher Yue's sister-in-law was still by his side, but she didn't know when she could have the wedding wine of the two.

Yang Xuming felt that Teacher Yue could never resist the gentle offensive of this sister-in-law.

After all, Teacher Yue has no burden, and his only worry is that he is afraid of dragging down this young girl.

But as long as Zhao Zhu stepped up his offensive and did not let go, it would be sooner or later to break the city wall of Teacher Yue.

During this period of more than a month, Yang Xuming occasionally had some nightmares.

In his dream, he intermittently recalled some childhood events.

But the fragments of those memories are too small and have nothing to do with the events of seven years ago, so that he can't figure out what happened seven years ago.

I don't know how long it will take before he can fully remember...

"Wu Zi."

"arrive."

Yang Xuming was stunned by the call to answer that suddenly sounded in his ear.

The moment he heard the girl's voice, he turned his head abruptly, but the rows of seats behind him were empty and there was no one.

But at that moment, he clearly heard behind him...

"Hey... Did I hear you wrong just now..."

"I heard it too..."

"Fuck! This is too scary, isn't it?"

"Who made the prank!"

The students in the classroom were all boiling, and the timid girls were even scared to death.

Obviously, Yang Xuming was not the only one who heard the girl's answer just now.

All the students in the classroom heard the voice of their former classmate, the girl who died tragically during the holiday...