Qin Yu kissed Xia Lan passionately, and Xia Lan couldn't help but tremble slightly, only to be met with Qin Yu's even more unrestrained teasing.

Xia Lan was unable to resist and could only let him do as he pleased, dragging her into that sea of ​​desire.

For the remaining two months, Xia Lan would transform into Teacher Xia every time Qin Yu got off work.

Perhaps it's due to different educational philosophies, or perhaps it's because Qin Yu is her man, but Xia Lan always manages to find something admirable about him.

Qin Yu is very talented in mathematics and physics. Xia Lan can teach him once or twice and he can master, remember and even apply his knowledge.

But Qin Yu found Chinese language and literature utterly agonizing.

"How can there be something as complicated as Chinese language in this world..."

Qin Yu looked at Xia Lan with a sullen face, while Xia Lan gently tapped Qin Yu, whose face was pale, with a book.

"How come you can just blurt out sweet nothings so easily?"

"...That's different."

Qin Yu secretly glanced at Xia Lan.

"I passed the test today... Is there a reward?"

"..." Xia Lan took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to punch him.

Gritting his teeth.

"……have."

Having received a positive response, Qin Yu didn't need Xia Lan to remind him anymore; his enthusiasm for learning surged instantly.

If we stop him from learning now, he'll crawl to learn no matter what.

Xia Lan covered her forehead speechlessly.

I absolutely cannot have a son in the future.

Ordinary happy times always fly by. In two months, Xia Lan helped Qin Yu learn the high school curriculum, and the rest was up to Qin Yu to consolidate his knowledge.

Time could not be delayed any longer; Xia Lan had to set off for the capital.

Otherwise, you'll miss the registration deadline.

The two of them tacitly agreed not to mention when they would separate, but as time dwindled, Xia Lan had no choice but to begin making preparations.

When Qin Yu saw this, he didn't say anything, but silently helped Xia Lan tidy up her things and prepared everything for her.

Every night, Qin Yu would hold Xia Lan tightly in his arms. His reluctance to part with her was only revealed in the darkness of the night after Xia Lan had fallen asleep.

On the morning of Xia Lan's departure, Qin Yu silently took her hand and escorted her to the train station.

Qin Yu prepared a sleeper berth for Xia Lan, put all her things away, and made sure she could sit comfortably until she reached her destination.

Looking at Qin Yu, who had been busy taking care of her, Xia Lan could no longer hold back the feelings of parting that she had been suppressing.

She threw herself into Qin Yu's arms and hugged him tightly.

The two remained tightly embracing until the train whistle sounded, at which point Qin Yu finally released Xia Lan.

"Brother Yu."

Xia Lan watched with tears in her eyes as Qin Yu stepped off the train and stood on the platform, gazing at her.

"Please take good care of yourself."

Qin Yu's throat ached as if stabbed by a knife. Looking at Xia Lan on the train, his eyes shone with a painful reluctance to part.

All those words were condensed into one sentence.

"I love you."

The train slowly started moving. Xia Lan looked at Qin Yu through the window, and tears began to well up in her eyes uncontrollably.

Tears blurred her vision, and Xia Lan kept wiping them away, afraid that she wouldn't be able to see Qin Yu.

Qin Yu stood straight on the platform, his eyes red and bloodshot, holding back his tears until the train started moving and Xia Lan was getting further and further away from him until he could no longer see her.

Qin Yu could no longer hold back and raised his head.

She let the tears slide down her cheeks, following the contours of her face, wetting her collar.

Back in his home without Xia Lan, Qin Yu looked at everything that was familiar, yet also felt incredibly strange.

"Meow~" Unable to find Xia Lan's presence, Xiao Xue came to Qin Yu for the first time, as if asking where Xia Lan had gone.

Qin Yu glanced at Xiao Xue, who was rubbing against his trouser leg.

"She... won't be coming back for the time being."

As the night deepened, Qin Yu tossed and turned, surrounded by her scent, yet she was not by his side. Recalling the scene of seeing her off at the train station, he could not suppress the pain in his heart. Longing was like a snake, coiling tighter and tighter around his heart.

It was so tight he couldn't breathe, as if he was about to suffocate.

He could only hold the blanket, still imprinted with her scent, tightly in his arms, imagining her sleeping in his embrace. He relied on this longing to get through the first night after their separation.

Xia Lan was also feeling terrible. It was the first time she had left Qin Yu in a subjective sense. Everyone on the train was busy with their own things, but Xia Lan sat quietly by the window, watching the fleeting shadows of trees outside, recalling every moment she had with Qin Yu.

His tolerance for her, his boundless pampering, his overwhelming sense of security and boyfriend-like strength—every time she was in danger, he was the first to rush out and protect her.

When I close my eyes, all I see is him.

Xia Lan's hand unconsciously reached for her small bag, from which she took out her wedding photo with Qin Yu. At that time, they were not yet familiar with each other. The photo was taken by her master when the two of them secretly looked at each other.

When Xia Lan and Qin Yu remembered to pick up their wedding photos, the photographer brought out this photo, saying that he saw it while developing photos and felt it would be a pity not to print it, so he kept it.

Xia Lan liked them very much and kept them with her.

Gazing at Qin Yu in the photo, Xia Lan gently stroked the inkstone, her eyes filled with longing.

"Is this your lover?" A voice interrupted Xia Lan's thoughts, and Xia Lan looked in the direction of the voice.

“…Yes, this is my husband.” Xia Lan looked at the female comrade sitting on the upper bunk above her and nodded gently.

"Are you also a college student going to register at the school?" The girl sat on the upper bunk, looking at Xia Lan with a smile in her eyes. She seemed to be a very lively girl.

"You too? Which university are you going to?" Xia Lan looked at the girl, slowly put away the photo, and asked with a smile.

“Me? I’m from Beijing University, majoring in Chinese Literature. What about you?” the girl asked with a smile.

“I’m also from Beijing University, majoring in economics,” Xia Lan replied.

“Really? Then we’re alumni. Hello, my name is Sudan.” Sudan warmly extended his hand to Xia Lan.

Xia Lan stood up and shook hands with Sudan. "Hello, Comrade Sudan, my name is Xia Lan."

"Hello, Comrade Xia Lan." Sudan looked at Xia Lan and happily took out some local specialties from his hometown.

"This is a local delicacy from my hometown. Would you like to try some? It's milk curd, made from milk, and it's delicious."

Xia Lan took a piece, and the sour smell of fermented milk filled her nostrils. Xia Lan tasted it.

The rich milky aroma explodes in your mouth instantly, fragrant and mellow.

"It's delicious."

When Sultan saw that Xia Lan liked it, his eyes lit up.

"Right? I also think the milk curds from my hometown are the best!"

"Is your hometown Inner Mongolia?" Xia Lan remembered that the cheese came from the Xinjiang, Inner Mongolia, Yunnan and Guizhou area.

Those who like to call it "milk curd" are mostly from Mongolia.

"You even know this? You're amazing!" Sudan was surprised that Xia Lan knew about her hometown.