Afternoon.

The lingering sound of the big time clock on the back mountain still lingered in the mountains and forests, but the warm wind outside the window had already made the students in Suixing Hall a little sleepy.

The autumn sun is neither as scorching as the summer sun nor as weak as the winter sun. Instead, it is just right.

Zhao Rong, who was sitting in the last row of the classroom with his chin propped up and enjoying the warm breeze outside the window, just looked at the female teacher who always carried the fragrance of orchids with her. Her delicate body was bathed in the golden sunlight. She walked up to the podium with an elegant posture, holding a thick stack of papers, and her face turned seriously.

She had asked for the two calligraphy classes in the afternoon, so Zhao Rong was able to relax for a rare time. However, it was almost half a class period since he entered the room, and Mr. Lanhua had not even glanced at the teaching assistant whose class had been 'stolen', and he continued to teach by himself.

However, after Zhu Yourong finished explaining the homework assigned before the exam, the focus of the class inevitably fell on the calligraphy assessment, so she simply asked Yu Huaijin to help distribute the calligraphy test papers.

However, no one knew who took the lead first. Xiao Hongyu and other students laughed and started to make a fuss, asking Mr. Zhu to post the only piece of calligraphy with full marks in this calligraphy examination so that everyone could observe and learn from it.

Amid the friendly laughter from the audience, Zhu Yourong pursed her lips but still did not look at anyone. However, she did not refuse and turned around to post a certain test paper.

The rustling sounds in the hall stopped for a moment. Except for a guy in the last row who was left empty-handed, the other students who had already received their papers did not look at their papers for a while. Instead, they all raised their heads and craned their necks to quietly appreciate the words.

"...Linluyuan Dongli has a small building, with a long forest and a moonlit courtyard... I read books in it, facing the green, enjoying the green, opening the book in the secluded window, and the words are all fresh and green."

There are more than thirty words on the paper, and the strokes are like wandering clouds and startled dragons, or flying phoenixes.

Some people focused on the calligraphy on this perfect paper, some glanced at half of it and were fixed on a single character, and some appreciated and immersed themselves in the artistic conception of this "secluded window", attracted by the fresh meaning of this sentence.

However, there are still some people whose attention is diverted to something far away, causing a certain teacher and student in the school to want to beat them up.

"Hey, Ziyu, is this the window of your study? Kongting Kele can barely understand it, but what the hell is Changlin Kefeng? Isn't the only green plant visible to the naked eye in the yard of you and Brother Tengying the cluster of ** in the southeast corner..." Just when everyone in Ruxingtang was quietly appreciating the calligraphy and the owner Zhao Rong was embarrassedly turning his head away, Fan Yushu was stunned, turned his head and asked in confusion: "What do you mean by 'opening the book in the secluded window, and the words are all fresh and green'... Um, isn't there a cucumber field outside the west window of your study, and it has been plucked clean a long time ago..."

"..."Zhao Rong.

Could you please stop talking to me, please...

However, the school was quiet to begin with, and Fan Yushu was a reckless person, so he blurted out a question, which was heard by all the classmates in the classroom. Like him, they all looked at him with curiosity and doubt.

Originally, he wanted to pretend that he didn't hear anything and ignore this stupid teammate, but at this moment, even Yu Huaijin, who was sitting in the first row, turned his head to pay attention, not to mention the elegant lady on the podium who was also slightly side-glancing... Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and in full view of everyone, he turned his head to the 'curious baby' Fan Yushu and said seriously:

"Isn't the green of cucumbers green? Not only are the leaves of cucumbers green, but they are also tall and big. If you look at it from a distance, isn't it the same as a long forest? Do you understand the metaphor?"

Fan Yushu was stunned and scratched his head, saying with some guilt, "Uh, sorry, Tzuyu, I didn't know those cucumbers were so important to you and could create such a wonderful mood for reading..."

Zhao Rong looked stern and didn't look at him. "Also, stop stealing cucumbers from our yard in the future."

"I'm really sorry, Tzuyu. I accidentally ruined your study atmosphere." Fan Yushu sighed and clapped his hands.

Someone looked out the window, as if missing the cucumbers in front of the window that accompanied him in reading, and felt melancholy for a while... Fu Cai sighed, waved his hand reluctantly and said: "I'm glad you know, well, you are not allowed to pick them next time."

“Of course, of course…”

Just as Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu were showing their brotherly love and reconciling, and the students around them were curious and couldn't help laughing, Yu Huaijin silently looked at the calligraphy for a while, then turned to look at his teacher.

Zhu Yourong seemed not to have heard the quarrel between Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu, and said softly: "I saw a lot of interesting windows while marking the papers this time... Huaijin's window is bright, Xueyou's window is exquisite, Hongyu's window is varied, Delu's window is elegant, Ziyu's window is... quiet, and Yushu's window is quiet in the midst of noise, which is also interesting..."

She casually called out the names of some students and commented on them. The Russian queen looked at the audience and said seriously, "Each one has his own brilliance, but those with high scores are not necessarily the best, and those with low scores are not necessarily the dullest. This is because it is a calligraphy assessment. As long as it sticks to the word 'window' and does not deviate from the topic, the score will naturally be based on the level of calligraphy... So there is no need to belittle yourself or envy others."

Yu Huaijin asked seriously, "Whose window do you like best, sir?"

"I don't like any of them." To the surprise of the students, the female teacher on the stage shook her head without even thinking, "I don't really like windows, because no matter how beautiful a window is, it still traps people in, and can only show people the outside. Some of the scenery you want is not inside."

Yu Huaijin and Zhao Rong, who already felt a little guilty, were both stunned.

Zhu Yourong smiled softly and said, "So I like to go out and write in the open air flower garden."

Without waiting for the students to think carefully, the female teacher on the stage continued her lecture, starting from Zhao Rong's "Open the book in the secluded window and enjoy the green" and then to the eleven ways of writing the word "window", and finally the sound of the bell in the mountains and forests was heard.

"get out of class dismissed."

Zhu Yourong held the book in her arms, turned around and walked down the platform. When she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and spoke without turning her head. However, her words suddenly suppressed the noisy voices of the students behind her, as if pressing the pause button.

"Zhao Ziyu, come out for a moment."

Amid the surprised and curious gazes, a young student sitting in the last row stood up, carrying his school bag.

When he walked out of the quiet school, the woman's figure had disappeared around the corner of the lakeside promenade in front of him, turning left, and her footsteps did not wait for anyone.

The young student carrying the schoolbag muttered something, threw the bag over his shoulder, hooked his fingers together, and followed at a rapid pace.

The wind chimes hung in the corridor of a certain school were rang by the autumn wind.

The lake surface under the setting sun was sparkling with ripples, like a wrinkled golden glass wall, unable to piece together the clear reflection of the people passing by the lake, just like a disrupted puzzle.

Zhao Rong stared at the lake outside the railing in a trance, counting his steps in his mind without even looking at the road. Occasionally, he stretched his hand out over the railing and grabbed a handful of warm sunshine.

Zhu Yourong was holding a book, her figure graceful, a few strands of hair tucked behind her ears, her chin slightly raised, and she was looking straight ahead without looking back.

Along the way, teachers and students stopped and glanced at this elegant and intellectual female teacher from time to time, and greeted her. The latter just nodded her chin slightly, did not respond, and kept walking forward.

Because the class had just ended, the corridor was crowded with people. The teacher and student who walked out of the Ruxing Hall first kept a tacit distance, so not many people realized that they were together...

Until one of them spoke first.

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