Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

There were two more people in the classroom, and the head teacher naturally noticed it. She glanced towards the corner and started teaching as if nothing had happened.

Gu Ling and Qiao Yu came to experience the classroom atmosphere, so they naturally didn't bring anything with them. The desk and the desk hole were clean. The only thing they brought with them to the class was themselves.

The head teacher was teaching a math class. Gu Ling just didn't attend the class in school. She still studied the required courses. Her grades were good and she could be said to be a top student.

Although she knew everything the head teacher said, she still listened attentively, with her hands neatly placed on the table and crossed together, the standard sitting posture of an elementary school student.

The student in the back row was across an aisle from Qiao Yu. Seeing that the head teacher was ignoring him, he put his hand to his mouth and spoke to Qiao Yu.

"Classmate, are you transfer students? You have to carry a schoolbag even if you don't have textbooks, right? Why doesn't your teacher care about you? Oh, by the way, classmate, what's your name? My name is Zhang Xiaohu."

"Zhang Xiaohu!!!"

Zhang Xiaohu nodded: "Yes, yes, it's Zhang... Zhang... here!"

He stood up so suddenly that the chair under his buttocks fell to the ground.

The head teacher's calm tone contained a sense of pressure: "What should I choose for this question?"

Zhang Xiaohu looked around in confusion. He looked at his desk mate, who said he could do nothing to help him, so he looked at Qiao Yu.

Even the poor student Joe can’t do it!

Qiao Yu nudged Gu Ling with his elbow and asked quietly, "What do you want to choose?"

Gu Ling, who was listening carefully to the class, said: What the head teacher just talked about was a fill-in-the-blank question!

Our main character is one who doesn’t understand but respects. She said, “The answer is 2.”

So Qiao Yu put his hand under the table and gestured "Yeah" to Zhang Xiaohu.

Zhang Xiaohu suddenly had an idea, and his confidence increased. He shouted in a sonorous and powerful voice: "Choose 2B for this question!"

When answering multiple-choice questions orally, in order to distinguish between B and D, it is usually said as 2B and 4D.

The whole classroom burst into laughter, and the head teacher couldn't help laughing: "I think you look like an idiot, sit down and listen to the class!"

Zhang Xiaohu picked up the chair and sat down, looking depressed. It seemed that the transfer student's grades were not very good.

The head teacher saw Qiao Yu trying to hold back his laughter and said, "Qiao Yu, you start gossiping with your classmates as soon as you enter the classroom. Can't you learn from your deskmate?"

The classmates noticed the two new classmates in the corner and started whispering to each other.

Qiao Yu smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, my deskmate. Go and thank the teacher. She is praising you."

I was praised by the teacher on the first day of class.

Gu Ling's eyes lit up: "Thank you, teacher."

"Oh~~~~" The familiar oh, the familiar booing.

A bold student asked: "Teacher, won't you introduce the new students?"

"Yes! Let me introduce myself to you!"

The head teacher put his hands down, knowing that he could not continue the class, so he just gave the children some time to relax.

The classroom fell silent, and the head teacher said, "This isn't a new student, this is an old senior who has already graduated. He's wearing his school uniform to tease you guys."

The head teacher introduced Qiao Yu's identity as a painter to the students. There was an uproar in the classroom, and only Zhang Xiaohu looked suddenly enlightened: No wonder the answer was wrong, the senior had already returned the knowledge to the teacher.

Qiao Yu stood up and greeted his classmates, then introduced Gu Ling: "This is my love, Gu Ling."

On their interlocked hands, a pair of wedding rings stood out.

The classroom was in an uproar and chaos. Countless questions came one after another. Most of them were answered by Qiao Yu. Gu Ling would occasionally say a few words. She was still not used to such occasions.

The class was over quickly and the bell rang. In order to avoid more people coming to join in the fun, Qiao Yu said goodbye loudly to the head teacher and slipped out the back door with Gu Ling.

After leaving the classroom, the two became ordinary students again.

The experience of the day was really rich and Gu Ling was a little tired.

The two walked out of the school. Qiao Yu carried Gu Ling on his back as they walked on the road. Gu Ling felt a little sleepy.

"Ling Ling, are you happy today?"

"Ah."

"So today you..."

"Yes." Gu Ling's voice was hazy, like a feather passing through Qiao Yu's heart, "I like you a little more today."

There are many people walking on the roadside, the sun is still shining, and the breeze is not dry.

Qiao Yu carried Gu Ling on his back, walking slowly through time. In a flash, more than twenty years had passed. This year, Gu Ling was forty-seven years old.

The white sheets and quilt covers, the cold walls, the unpleasant smell of disinfectant, everything is so familiar.

Qiao Yu's hand was on the door handle of the ward. He stood outside the door, the doctor's words echoing in his ears over and over again.

"It will probably be in the next few days, although... my suggestion is to stay in the hospital for observation. If the condition is unstable, he can be treated in time."

For more than twenty years, Qiao Yu and Gu Ling have traveled thousands of miles, and Gu Ling's physical condition is getting better day by day.

They were still painting in the park a few days ago, how... how did it become like this?

Qiao Yu lowered his head, tears sliding from his eyes onto the back of his hands. He wiped away his tears with his sleeve, showing his usual smile, and opened the door and walked in.

Gu Ling sat on the edge of the bed in his hospital gown, with his back to the door and facing the window.

Her thin body was made to look even thinner by the loose hospital gown, and she looked as fragile as a dandelion that would be blown away by the wind.

The breeze blew through the curtains, lifting Gu Ling's hair, and Qiao Yu felt that she was about to be blown away by the wind.

He hurriedly took a few steps forward and walked in front of Gu Ling. Gu Ling took his hand and asked him to sit next to him.

The sun shone in from the window. Gu Ling raised his hand and placed it in the sun, saying, "Qiao Qiao, the weather is very good today."

Qiao Yu forced himself not to look at Gu Ling's thin and pale hands. His eyes fell unfocused on the ground.

"Well, the weather is nice today, do you want to go out and bask in the sun?"

"Qiao Qiao, I want to go to Yunwu Mountain."

Qiao Yu frowned slightly, and said in a gentle tone: "Wait a few days until you feel better before going, okay?"

Gu Ling looked at Qiao Yu, his clear black eyes seemed to be able to reveal all the secrets in Qiao Yu's heart: "But, if you don't go now, there will be no time."

The life of this body is almost over, and Gu Ling is about to leave.

Qiao Yu tightened his grip but had a relaxed smile on his face.

"How could that be?" He said with certainty, "Ling Ling will live a hundred years."

Qiao Yu's acting was flawless, but he didn't know that Gu Ling could feel it -

His love and sadness were so strong and suffocating that Gu Ling had no way to avoid them.

She once again felt that passionate, unique, unswerving love.

Gu Ling suddenly pulled Qiao Yu by the collar, and their lips touched. She skillfully pried open Qiao Yu's lips and teeth. The temperature was rising rapidly, and his breathing was becoming more and more rapid.

Gu Ling's heart began to beat faster and faster, again and again, heavy and deep, and each beat brought a dull pain.

She ignored the pain in her heart, or rather, she was feeling the pain in her heart.

The sunlight fell on the two of them, and the dust in the air was jumping.

This kiss was too long, and all the unspeakable things were hidden in it.

Gu Ling hugged Qiao Yu while panting. His heart was beating rapidly, but never as fast as Qiao Yu's.

"Qiao Qiao, let's go to Yunwu Mountain."

My broken heart, please continue to beat slowly but steadily!

No, don't... don't stop.

Qiao Yu's tears sank into Gu Ling's hair. He hugged the girl tightly in his arms and agreed to her for the thousandth time.

"it is good."

……

Qiao Yu completed the discharge procedures for Gu Ling that day and bought a plane ticket to Biyun City for the next day.

They only rested in the hotel for one day before setting off for Yunwu Mountain.

It was the off-season and few people came to travel. In addition, Yunwu Mountain was not a very popular tourist attraction, so when we arrived at the foot of the mountain, there was only one ticket seller guarding the gate.

In addition, because there were not many people, the cable car in the scenic area was not open.

Yunwu Mountain is very high, and it is impossible for Qiao Yu, who is now over 50 years old, to carry Gu Ling up the mountain. He negotiated with the staff for a long time and mobilized countless connections before finally persuading the scenic area to open the cable car.

They were going to watch the sunrise, but they wasted too much time and the sky was already bright, so they had to delay going up the mountain for a day.

After some twists and turns, Gu Ling and Qiao Yu finally reached the top of the mountain.

The two of them sat leaning against a huge rock. At this moment, the sky was still dotted with stars, and the surroundings were pitch black, with only sporadic lights providing a little light.

They had seen many sunsets and experienced countless secret and romantic nights together, but they had rarely seen a sunrise together.

Yunwu Mountain, a place that Qiao Yu had seen but never painted, will display its most beautiful scenery at sunrise today.