"marry?"

"I will hope Teacher Weng will be happy!" A faint smile appeared on Yang Luan's face.

"Teacher Weng, I will also wish you blessings!"

"So too! So is me!"

Lin Zi and Zhang Junbao said happily, the teenagers' crisp laughter drifted in the campus. No need to ask anymore, they already knew what Gu Yi was thinking.

"I just can't say goodbye, what about some regrets?" Lin Zi's voice sounded, as if there was a hint of regret.

"Yes, I'll feel a little regretful!" Gu Yi sighed happily.

"Brother Gu Yi, what will you do?" Yang Luan chuckled softly.

Yang Luan seemed to see through Gu Yi's thoughts. Although Gu Yi is always calm in nature, he is a person who values ​​friendship very much. Since this matter has made Gu Yi so concerned, the ending will definitely not be so indifferent.

"What will I do? What will I do?" Gu Yi murmured as if asking himself, silently locking himself into the attic.

The next day, Gu Yi went to the principal's office and chatted with the old principal for a long time. No one knew what Gu Yi and the old principal were talking about in the office.

But when he came out, Gu Yi had a smile on his face, obviously asking about the news he wanted to ask, and the old principal who sent him out was also full of relief.

In the evening, Gu Yi went to Yang Shan's place again and asked Yang Shan to help order some things.

I went up the mountain, found a few good pieces of wood and placed it at home.

In school, get out of class is still the same as in the past life, and some signs are the same as in the previous life. Weng Yan began to talk to the classmates one by one. Some people didn't know what was going on, so they were called to the office themselves, and they were still a little nervous.

Some people are meticulous and seem to feel that something might happen.

As time goes by, everything in the school life is as usual, and it will soon reach the end of the month and the May Day holiday will come as scheduled.

During May Day, Gu Yi followed his father's car to the town. He was mysterious and seemed to have met someone. Then, he didn't go out for a few days, except practicing martial arts, so he locked himself in the attic without knowing what to do.

The two girls Lin Zi and Yang Luan were rarely disturbed. They seemed to know what Gu Yi was doing, but Gu Yi's family was puzzled.

On the day when the May Day holiday ended, Gu Yi finally came out of seclusion, and the things Gu Yi had prepared were completed, and the silky package was bulging inside.

"Wait for a moment!" Another day of schoolwork ended and the ringtone rang.

When everyone started to pack up their schoolbags and were about to leave, Gu Yi suddenly stood up and shouted.

Everyone turned their heads in surprise. When they saw the call of Gu Yi, the most controversial boy in the class and the quietest Gu Yi, they were stunned and tacitly stopped the movements in their hands, waiting for the following.

The people in the back row who were originally the most noisy, were also stunned when they saw that Gu Yi was talking. The swear words that were originally about to burst out were swallowed, and they also waited quietly for the following text.

Gu Yi walked up to the podium with a calm expression in a gaze of doubt, with empty hands.

"Fatty, go and stare at the door." Gu Yi ordered Zhang Junbao in the back row of the crowd.

"Yes, boss!" Zhang Junbao walked to the door neatly.

"I believe that many people in the class may have been asked by Teacher Weng to talk to each other! Doesn't it feel a little strange?" Gu Yi said with a chuckling look at the crowd.

"It's a bit strange." replied someone who was called to.

"Teacher Weng is getting married." Gu Yi said lightly.

Suddenly, I woke up suddenly, and everything was explained.

"What do you want us to do?" someone asked.

"Do you want Teacher Weng to spend a few more days with you, or make her happier?" Gu Yi did not answer, but asked on his own.

"Teacher Weng's husband wants to hold a wedding in May 20 and then let her stay in the town to teach, but Teacher Weng insists on taking us through the third grade."

"Teacher Weng has only been taking me for one year, but I have been taking you for three years. The youth and hard work she has put in place doesn't need me to say much."

"I hope you are the same as me. I wish her blessings and send her away!" Gu Yi said slowly.

People's hearts are full of flesh, and there is no need to say much about love.

"How do we do it?" Chen Jiali, a somewhat heroic girl, was also the squad leader of Class One in the past three years.

On May 10th, Weng Yan came to school in a complicated mood. In the morning, her boyfriend sent her to school. The two of them didn't speak all the way, which was a cold war atmosphere. Weng Yan felt a little strange. Her boyfriend suddenly stopped arguing with her about getting married.

After chatting with several students in the class these days, Weng Yan has already felt that regardless of the quality of the students in the class, at least they trust and rely on themselves, which makes Weng Yan unable to leave halfway.

When I walked into the office, my colleagues in the office all looked at me with blessings and envy. Perhaps the news of my marriage has been leaked. But it’s okay to give me blessings, what does envy mean?

"Congratulations, Teacher Weng!" The colleagues gave blessings, but did not say anything else.

At noon, the old principal called her to work again. She suddenly told her a lot of things that were not related to education, probably some opinions on life, details, plans for the future of life, and encouraged her to continue her studies.

At the same time, she also affirmed her work over the past few years and thanked her for her efforts to these students over the years.

After the conversation, Weng Yan was a little puzzled. She was not leaving yet. Why did she listen to the meaning of this? It seemed that she was leaving today.

She walked out of the principal's office in a daze and finished the morning class. No one said anything special to her, but Weng Yan always felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

Class one in three years, and afternoon classes are all Chinese classes except physical education and class teams.

The third last class, Chinese.

Weng Yan adjusted her mood and was about to walk into the classroom. She stood at the door of the class, but was shocked to find that today's class was particularly quiet.

"Are you crazy about physical education class? You haven't even come back yet?" With a puzzled mood, Weng Yan pushed the door open and entered.

Weng Yan saw that all the students in the classroom, whether they were eccentric or noisy, sat quietly in their own position.

Weng Yan was a little stunned. Even the slowest person could notice that the atmosphere was abnormal.

"Are you guys?"

"stand up!"

Before Weng Yan could finish her conversation, a crisp and loud voice sounded in the quiet classroom, which was Chen Jiali.

"Teacher, thank you for your hard work!" A sequel of voices sounded, and the class of three years bent down, bowed ninety degrees, and bowed sincerely.

Weng Yan suddenly felt that her eyes were astringent and a little wet.

"Teacher, you are actually thinking wrong." Gu Yi's faint voice sounded from the back of the classroom.

"If you want to leave, all you owe us is a farewell. If you leave from our childhood, you must end him personally, instead of retreating quietly and letting the wound dry in time."

"Since you can't accompany us until the end, please give us a chance to say goodbye."

"You should leave with our blessings." Gu Yi said slowly and softly.

"Teacher, I wish you happiness!"

"Teacher! I wish you happiness!" The neat and loud voice was full of sincerity and blessings.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Weng Yan suddenly felt that after he calculated his nose, two lines of tears could not be controlled.

It was a feeling of grievance, depression, entanglement, and finally released. It was both sad and relieved, as warm as the warm sun in winter.

The classroom door was pushed open, and a man in a handsome suit walked in through the back door and walked towards the podium.

Weng Yan tightly covered her mouth to prevent herself from losing her voice.

"Weng Yan, be my bride!" The bright red rose stood in front of her, and the handsome prince knelt in front of her, with a pure white ring waiting for her acceptance.

"Promise him!"

"Promise him! Promise him!" A neat voice sounded.

The two have known each other for a long time, and they were in love with each other and had no such thing as a marriage proposal. However, one day on May Day, a little boy found him and told him that he owed her a proposal.

A woman wants to entrust her best years to him. If she doesn't even have a proposal, then they will not support entrust her teacher to him.

So when the boy told his plan, he agreed, and today he came.

His name is Zhang Cheng, Weng Yan's fiancé.

The snow-white palm stretched out, opened it gently, and put the ring on.

"You have a group of good students." Zhang Cheng, who had worn the ring, whispered in Weng Yan's ear.

"Thank you everyone!" After saying that, he bowed to everyone in the class three years.

"Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!" The warm applause sounded, which was the blessing of everyone in three years.

Amid applause, a young man walked out of the back row of the classroom and walked up with a silk bag in his hand. The crowd automatically calmed down.

A scroll slowly unfolded in front of the two of them. The golden red paper, with golden cloud patterns hidden in the red, was two meters long, and several huge brush words "A hundred years of happiness" were vividly displayed on the paper. A line of small words below said the gift and the author's name.

At the bottom, lines of uneven brush calligraphy are the signatures of a person in the class. Although the writing is good and bad, it can be seen that everyone is writing with care, with their own handprints on the brush calligraphy.

This is a gift worth cherishing.

"This is a gift prepared by my parents for you. It's OK. The things are handed over to you. Let's go!" Gu Yi put away the scroll and the brocade box and handed it to Weng Yan's hand together.

A little heavy, a little touched.

Suddenly Weng Yan figured it out. As Gu Yi said, maybe what she owed was really just a sincere and goodbye.

"Gu Yi, since you have become this outstanding bird, then listen to me."

"Look at these lively birds for me. I'll wait for you in the town, not a single one." Weng Yan was crying, smiling, and laughing loudly.

"Okay!" Gu Yi responded slowly.

"Let's go, let's get married!" Weng Yan took Zhang Cheng's hand and walked out of the classroom.

"Thank you, thank you everyone!" When he was about to walk out of the classroom door, Weng Yan suddenly turned around and bowed to everyone.

"The road ahead must be well taken!" The old principal stood on the stairs downstairs to deduct, watched the two of them come with a smile, and reminded him.

"Thank you, principal, for sure!" Weng Yan lowered her head and promised.

'I wish you will remain gentle for the rest of your life' Weng Yan sat in the car, the sunset gently scattered in through the window glass, and the car drove slowly, and Weng Yan finally saw the slightly smaller line of words clearly.

The dark brown dressing box is the color of the wood itself. ‘May time treat you gently and may happiness accompany you quietly.’ Two lines of shallow carvings, exquisite workmanship, and a sincere heart.
Chapter completed!