Iron Jun, perhaps he is such a person, he has never put himself in this world. When a sudden encounter or a casual departure in his life, everything is just what should happen at some time.

Tiejun left, and took nothing except Lao Hei, and left nothing except a note.

On the cold top of the mountain and the lonely wooden house, Gu Yi sat quietly at the stone table, siping wine slightly, and the late summer wind was slightly drunk.

All day long, Gu Yi was running back and forth on the mountain, and he recited boxes of books from the mountain.

On the third floor, Gu Yi's study room is connected to a huge collection room, and the rows of mahogany bookshelves are filled with books.

The books memorized from the mountain were all placed on the bookshelf by Gu Yi, and the two separate bookshelfs were specially used for placing them.

On the mountain, there are heavy miasma and moisture, and wild animals appear from time to time. When the Iron Army is here, there is no need to worry. Someone is taking care of it. But now, the wooden house is empty. When no one takes care of it, wild animals will inevitably be destroyed. The moisture will soak many things and will not last long.

And Gu Yi couldn't stay on the mountain all the time. The best way is naturally to transfer them all down the mountain.

Close the wooden door gently

"Goodbye!" Gu Yi stood in front of the door and chanted softly with the last bag of books on his back.

Holding up the spear and the big bow on the stone table, and carrying the quiver, Gu Yi turned around and walked down the mountain without any souvenir.

The shadows of the grass and shrubs swayed, and the quiet and empty top of the mountain was left with the gentle breeze, and the wooden house was quietly guarding the wind.

On the stone table, a jar of good wine that has not yet been opened was placed there quietly. I don’t know which figure I was waiting for, or which wild monkey in the mountains would be enjoyed.

"Brother Gu Yi, it's time for school tomorrow!" Under the gorgeous sunset, Lin Zi sat quietly beside Gu Yi, looking at the red clouds in the distance, and murmured in a daze.

"Yes!" Gu Yi put the books in his hand, raised his head slightly, and replied softly.

Yingzhen Town Primary School, in a spacious and bright classroom, the new junior high school freshmen completed a week-long, boring military training tutorial. Each young face was filled with a hint of darkness and redness after the burning sun.

Class 7, Grade 1, is a class in this class with some special classes. They are not the so-called experimental classes in the school. What’s special about them is that most of their students come from the same primary school and the same class.

Weng Yan, an excellent young teacher in Yingzhen Town Primary School, is less than 30 years old and is already a special teacher.

In three years, she brought out an outstanding graduate, amazed the peaceful campus and added a glorious mark to her own teaching career.

Three years ago, she left the small school with emotion and came to this strange campus.

There is a kind of warmth and a kind of touch, accompanying her every day here. Warm people can always convey something warm to the people around them.

Study hard, accumulate strength, and treat every student sincerely, instead of educating, controlling them, understanding their lives, and understanding their interests and hobbies from the perspective of teachers.

I don’t know when she found that she had changed a little, and her view of education became much broader, and she no longer only focused on the students’ grades.

Occasionally, I would express my support for her students’ interests and hobbies. Sometimes, I would study and learn about it on a whim, discuss with her students, and tell her students about some news about competitions and activities.

This process is not only the progress of her students, but also the accumulation of Weng Yan herself.

Three years passed in a flash. She brought a class from the first grade to the third grade. Three or four excellent art students, three or two excellent music students, one or two dance students, and sports students. Some are both literary and artistic, while others are outstanding in talent. In short, they all have a good home and have entered several of the best high schools in the city.

A parallel class brought out the student rate of the experimental class, and she was recommended for the special teacher qualification evaluation.

Originally, Weng Yan was qualified to lead the experimental class this year, but she gave up and talked back from the principal to a very interesting condition.

Without interfering with the normal school classification order, students should be recruited and divided into classes if they have certain autonomy.

Three years ago, with a sentence of "Let's see you three years later!" Weng Yan gave up the opportunity to lead the experimental class. After a busy summer vacation, she finally got this familiar and tender face.

Some people still haven't come back after all. Those who have good grades and are assigned to the experimental class are reluctant to give up this opportunity and send them to the parallel class. This cannot be forced, and everyone has their own future, so Weng Yan can only regret it.

Some people transferred to better schools in the city, some people stayed in experimental classes, and many people chose Weng Yan's class.

In a class, there were forty-eight or nine students, only a dozen strange faces, leaving about ten empty seats. The first class meeting in junior high school began here.

"Long time no see." Standing on the podium and silent for a long time, Weng Yan spoke softly.

The students of Yun Xiao below had unpredictable excitement in their eyes, but the strange school met the class teacher who was once the most familiar to him. Three years was not short, but not long.

The more than a dozen students who came in to make up the number of people said this, but they just said hello after the military training of the class teacher, and did not think much about it.

"Okay, even if the military training ends here, you will be back next week and your junior high school career will really begin. Among you, the students I have taught, and some are strangers. However, when you step into Class 7 of the first grade, you will be my students. I will treat you equally and help you complete these three years of academic studies."

"The three years of junior high school may be the most relaxing, most beautiful and unforgettable three years in your life."

"Of course, these three years are also the three years you have fought most. In three years, you will stand at the first crossroads and each will move towards different futures. I hope that in three years, you will all leave with laughter and satisfaction. In this campus and this youth, there will be no regrets."

"This school has so-called experimental classes, ordinary classes, and improvement classes. However, all of this has nothing to do with our Class 7 in the first grade. Life is always crouching and hidden. I believe in myself and you are always extraordinary." Weng Yan's tone of speech was gentle, but the student No. 2 Middle School who was present was so decisive and confident.

"Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!" The students who came out of Yun Xiao knew the meaning of this word deeply. They looked at each other and their eyes fell on the hollows in the class.

In that school, those teenagers, those scenes still appeared in their minds.
Chapter completed!