Entertainment life from early spring

In the quiet classroom, the afternoon sunlight comes in from the sunny side window, and is filtered by the hollow flower curtains into a mottled mixture of light yellow and gray black, falling on the painted blackboard, and carefully adding more details to the painting.

A touch of different color. The breeze lifts a corner of the curtain, sneaks into the room, stirs up a dust in the groove and blows it into the air. Under the sunlight, the dust dances from the air and slowly falls, lazily and comfortably.

Lin Yoona touched the wall at the entrance of the teaching building with her fingertips, and walked towards the classroom where she went to school along the familiar route. The decoration in the school had changed so much that she was a little unfamiliar, and the paintings that did not exist before were neatly arranged.

The graffiti on the wall on the first floor and at the corner of the stairs was also repainted to cover it up.

Her status as a trainee took up too much of her time, and she could only count the memories of playing with her high school classmates. They met, got together, and even had no time to say goodbye properly. Her high school life just slipped away with time. Her fingertips were

Stopped somewhere and looked up at the hanging door

There were some old class signs along the edge, and I opened the door of the classroom with great anticipation. The door folded to the right with a heart-wrenching creaking sound, and a breeze sneaked along the crack in the door.

Outside the door, don't forget to carefully close the curtains before leaving.

"I'm here." Lin Yoona whispered, leaning on the door and looking around. There was no one in the classroom. The seats in the first few rows were covered with a thin layer of dust, and the tables in the back row were covered with dust.

The navy blue coat that caught the sun made her feel doubly familiar: "Mo...where have you gone? I asked people to come over but I'm not here."

When he came to his seat, he wiped the dusty tabletop with his hand a few times. With his other hand, he pulled out the chair and touched the seat. He looked at his still white fingertips, then he held his skirt with his hand and sat down with peace of mind.

, reaching out to the aisle aside and slapping each other a few times to dust them off.

He rested his arm on the table, held his cheek in his hand and looked at the blackboard with a sad face, saying: "It seems that there was a separate farewell meeting in the class, but there was an announcement early this morning. But it's a little bit that you didn't say anything to me, isn't it?

It's too much..." He held his mouth and tapped his fingers on the table irritably, scanning every corner of the room with his eyes out of boredom.

Not long after, the voices of men and women talking in the corridor gradually approached along with the clicking footsteps. Lin Yoona pricked up her ears to distinguish them carefully. Two of the familiar voices made her stunned for a moment. After thinking for a few seconds, her eyes widened in surprise.

Eyes, he stood up suddenly amidst the harsh friction between the chair and the ground. He looked at the figure appearing at the door and was speechless.

Jin Minhao walked into the classroom with a boy and a girl. He pointed at the neatly arranged tables and chairs in the room with his fingers. He took off the camera around his neck and handed it to the middle-aged man: "You can sit on any of the tables and chairs. This is an empty classroom. It's just a temporary place."

I'll borrow some connections. It'll take about fifteen minutes. I'm sorry, but there are other groups' schedules in the afternoon, so this is the maximum time we can get."

"Kang Sammy, please excuse me Minhao." The middle-aged man in a suit took the camera and nodded to Jin Minhao and entered the classroom sideways. When he saw Lin Yoona standing up in her seat and looking at him with a shocked expression on her face, she walked up quickly.

, handed her the bouquet in his hand: "Congratulations on your graduation from high school, Yoona."

"Abba?" He took the bouquet handed over by Father Lin with a look of astonishment and looked at the young woman with medium-long hair who had just walked in behind him: "Onie..."

"Huh? Dad, this is the class where Yoona is in class, right? The number tag hasn't been taken off yet." Lin Yunzhen looked at the class number hanging on the edge of the outer door, looked back at her sister, walked up and hugged her:

"Yooner, congratulations on your graduation."

Looking at the two people with tears in her eyes, Lin Yoona covered her mouth in surprise. Tears seemed to overflow in the next second. However, she sniffed and swallowed the tears back in her eyes, and the girl's face suddenly relaxed.

, lifted up the hair that was blocking her face and tucked it behind her ears: "Nai, Kangsami is big~"

Lin Yuliang waited for Lin Yunzhen to enter before walking out from the corner of the bathroom opposite. He was wearing a silver-gray suit jacket and leaning against the wall outside the door. His hands and feet were shaking constantly. He turned his eyes unkindly to Jin Minhao, who was standing next to him, and stretched out his arms.

Pulling him over, she whispered into his ear: "If you can't come here early, you can't come late. You have to come when I go to clean my shirt, right?"

Jin Minhao curled up one corner of his mouth and looked up and down nonchalantly at Lin Yuliang, who was holding his shoulders and was bathing in the sun but still shivering from the draft: "You think I was joking when I said I was short of time. I will be the one carrying the burden for fifteen minutes."

The risk of scolding has bought the time limit.”

Lin Yuliang rolled his eyes at Jin Minhao, pulled him to the other side to block the wind, and kept slapping his shoulders: "Don't talk nonsense, there will be a traffic jam on the road for more than fifteen minutes."

"Traffic jam time does not count, do you have to run back like that time?" Jin Minhao fended off Lin Yuliang's arm that was slapping harder and harder, slapped him back and said in an impatient tone: "You try it this time.

Make sure everyone on the street is chasing after you."

"Ah swish..." Lin Yuliang tilted his head and looked at Lin Yuner in the room through the narrow sight, who couldn't hold back his tears after all. He retracted his gaze and lowered his eyes: "I am also a member of the media, so there is no need to remind me of them.

How popular is it now?”

...

Happy time is always extremely short. After a break, Lin Yuner and his family left the classroom amidst Jin Minhao's apologetic urging. When their figures disappeared at the top of the stairs and they heard the footsteps gradually getting away, Lin Yuliang stepped in.

I walked into the classroom. Looking at the bulletin on the blackboard, I let out a long sigh: "Ah, I still have to wipe it..."

Holding his breath, he erased the last bit of blackboard in the upper right corner of the blackboard. Lin Yuliang quickly put the eraser on the podium and looked at the chalk dust that was once again covering his arms and hair. He walked off the podium and found a random table. He put his hands on it and was dejected.

He sat slumped on it, swinging his legs back and forth: "Hey, why do I have to do this..."

"What? Are you sorry, Oppa?"

The unexpected answer made Lin Yuliang keep coughing as if he was being choked. He covered his mouth with one hand and pointed at Lin Yuner who was leaning at the door: "Ahem, cough, you...why are you back again? Didn't you rush?"

Itinerary?”

Walking up to Lin Yuliang with her hands behind her back, Lin Yuner raised her head and looked at Lin Yuliang's hair covered with colorful dust. She glanced over his face like a tabby cat and stared into Lin Yuliang's eyes. Seeing him looking away, she caught him with both hands.

The smile on his face made him turn his head: "I'm asking you, Oppa, do you regret drawing this?"