The girl standing behind him looked up at the person in front of her, feeling an unprecedented feeling in her heart.

No matter how reluctant the classmate was, he had to listen to the teacher's words, so he had to fold the books one by one and put them in Yan Manjia's desk.

Gu Zhi walked through the aisle next to the desks, put on his glasses when he reached the very back, looked at Yan Manjia's desk, then raised his head and passed the small aisle beside the desks at the other end.

Teacher Gu returned to the desk, and Yan Manjia returned to her seat and sat down.

Teacher Gu picked up the chalk and wrote on the blackboard.

There is confidence in his every stroke, and every word he writes is very regular and standard.

"Care is the care of one thing and the other."

"The end is the end from beginning to end."

The two lines of words on the blackboard start boldly and end softly.

Yan Manjia looked up at the blackboard. His writing harmonized well with his gentle manner.

At that moment, in her eyes, his handwriting was the most careful and meticulous among all the teachers who had written here.

"This class is Chinese, so we will learn about characters."

When Gu Zhi said this, he raised his glasses and subconsciously looked at her in the corner.

"Excuse me, what do you call your classmates?"

Gu Zhi walked through the path beside the desk and came to a position less than one meter away from Yan Manjia. He glanced at Yan Manjia, flashed his eyes, and looked away at the girl who had just pushed Yan Manjia's desk.

The female classmate who was still shaking her legs and playing with her pen looked at the classmates around her before standing up.

Said: "My name is Chen Chun."

"Okay, please sit down."

Before Teacher Gu walked up to the podium, he placed a plate of post-it notes on the seat of the student at the front of each column.

The classmates were very confused.

He raised his hand and pointed at the two lines of words he wrote on the blackboard.

"Please all students write their names in this way."

"You can use yes or no."

"It can be an idiom or a word."

Half of the students in the classroom frowned, and half started to write.

After Teacher Gu noticed it, he used the name of classmate Chen Chun as an example.

"It's not about becoming famous."

"Not pure pure."

Chen Chun, who was originally sitting in his seat and still fighting with the boys next to him, heard what Teacher Gu said about his name.

I vaguely felt something was wrong, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Chen Chun then poked the girl at the front table on the back with the tip of his pen.

"Hey, do you know what it means?"

The girl at Chen Chun's desk shook her head.

Chen Chun clicked his tongue and poked the girl's back hard.

There are very vague small marks on the girl's clothes, and you can see the small traces that are not very clear.

Those are the small blood spots caused by Chen Chun's writings in the past.

Gu Zhi also saw Chen Chun's behavior, and he frowned tightly.

"Chen Chun."

After Chen Chun heard her name spoken from Teacher Gu's mouth, her body couldn't help but tremble, and she quickly took back her pen.

When she heard that he was calling her name, she subconsciously looked up at him, then quickly lowered her head to write.

"A very nice name."

Gu Zhi smiled and said this seemingly simple sentence to Chen Chun who was immersed in writing.

Many students couldn't help laughing out loud after Gu Zhi said this.

However, Chen Chun was still immersed in the joy of the teacher's praise of his name.

Gu Zhi didn't want to refute her explicitly. He didn't want to vent his anger on others after he embarrassed her in class.

It was precisely because of these subtle but imperceptible actions that he gained the girl's remaining trust.

In the office, Gu Zhi looked at the post-it notes written by his classmates one by one. There were funny introductions to his name, and there were also very sweet introductions.

Every time he saw one, he put it into a small box, one after another.

But I was stunned when I saw this one.

"It's the face of Chuxue without makeup,"

"It's an innocent comic,"

“It is not a home where everything is prosperous.”

Gu Zhi took off his glasses and his eyes stopped on the last line of words. After a while, he picked up the pen.

Written one stroke at a time.

He put down his pen, leaned on his chair and sighed softly.

The words on the third line of the paper were scratched out in one stroke, and the most beautiful words were written at the bottom.

"It's the beauty of the beauty in front of you."

…

Under the dusk-colored table lamp, Gu Zhi leaned on his chair motionless for a long time, then got up and left his room.

Once again we came to the door of the white room.

Standing at the front, the door quietly moved open after facial recognition recognized his face.

He stood there quietly and looked at the girl lying on the bed.

Thinking back to the introduction she wrote about her name on the paper.

Her little face is as white as snowflakes without makeup, her innocent smile, and her small crescent-shaped eyes are so bright and lively.

But his clear eyes could no longer see the girl's original appearance.

The moment the door closed, he heard the girl's voice, and the originally lonely eyes disappeared after he blinked.

"hungry."

The girl on the bed had her eyes closed, her face was white and lifeless, her lips were colorless, and she was in a very weak and weak state.

Gu Zhi took a breath, the corners of his mouth wavered slightly without any obvious curvature, and the door closed tightly again.

Harbor City

Gu Xunlu was eating breakfast at home when the doorbell interrupted him. He chewed slowly, put down his fork, picked up the coffee on the side and took a sip. He walked to the door with a cane and stood for a few seconds.

, but did not look up at the peephole on the door.

As soon as the door opened, Wang Geyan politely extended his hand to Gu Xunlu to shake hands and say hello. Gu Xunlu lowered his head and looked at the old scars that were slightly visible at the tiger's mouth of his hand.

He blinked continuously and his hands shook slightly. He wanted to hide his state, so he held Wang Geyan's hand and looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar man in front of him who was the same height as his son but much tougher than Gu Zhi.

people.

Seeing that he was tall and strong, with his head raised and eyebrows raised, his smile gradually appeared.

"Good morning, Mr. Gu."

Wang Geyan's stern face had a more polite smile than before, and his tone was also kind.

"Hello, please come inside."

Gu Xunlu took a few steps towards the house and extended her hand to invite Wang Geyan to come in.

Wang Geyan lowered his head and walked in. Gu Xunnan noticed that he no longer had the out-of-place cane in his hand. Every step taken by those slender legs was very powerful. Gu Xunnan was a little surprised, but he

His expression revealed undiscoverable happiness.

"Your...leg is finally healed."

When Wang Geyan heard this sentence, he was observing this uniquely decorated viewing room. He did not react at first, and then responded to the inquiry with concern.

"Well, it just got better not long ago."

Wang Geyan walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, raised his head and looked at the mountains and rivers outside the window while talking.

"Good."

Gu Xunliu stood some distance away from Wang Geyan, looked at his back in white, and said these two words with a heavy voice. His eyes were red and bloodshot as they should be in his years, but there was something that shouldn't exist.
To be continued...