From teaching to superstar

Chapter 392 Holding hands is a lifetime

"Brother-in-law, why are you so engrossed? Please bring me Zhenyu, Dad asked me to bring him a document." Xiao Xiaoxiao said holding the child.

Just now her father-in-law called Hu Yang and said he was on the phone.

Otherwise, with Hu Yang at home, Song Xuanzhe would call him.

"Let me take it." Hu Yang said.

He is also idle, he might as well go out for a walk.

On the way to deliver documents to his father-in-law, Hu Yang called He Qiulan.

He told her that the Department of Teaching and Education wanted him to be a UN Charity Ambassador, and also told her that he had no time to participate.

"I know you're going back to the snow area in a while, but you can definitely postpone it a little bit, it shouldn't affect you." He Qiulan also knew that Hu Yang would return to the snow area next month.

Hu Yang had already told her about this.

If there are no twists and turns, she will arrange Hu Yang's work schedule and the like according to the original plan.

But now that Hu Yang told her that there was such a thing, he definitely wanted him to participate.

Especially Populus Hu Yang can basically become one of the five people just by going through a process.

"Sister Lan, Wen Xian's death date is NO.18." Hu Yang said softly.

On the other end of the phone, He Qiulan, who was still thinking about how to persuade Hu Yang, suddenly fell silent.

Over the past few months, she has clearly understood Song Wenxian's irreplaceable position in his heart.

How can the words of persuasion come out of the mouth.

"Then you go, at most, you can participate in three years later." He Qiulan said through gritted teeth.

While talking, her heart was bleeding.

UN charity ambassadors, elected every three years, want to jump in line, unless one of them makes an unforgivable mistake.

Otherwise, the only chance is to wait for each new term.

But she also knew what returning to Tibet this time meant to Populus euphratica.

Going back proves that he hasn't changed.

If Hu Yang really chose to stay because of this, her mood at this time may become different.

"Sister Lan, thank you." Hu Yang said gratefully.

He thanked He Qiulan for his understanding. After all, she was his manager, and her income was closely related to the activities he participated in.

"It's okay, just call me if you need it." He Qiulan said.

"Ok!"

Then we chatted for a while and hung up the phone.

After sending the documents to his father-in-law Song Xuanzhe, Hu Yang went home without going anywhere else.

Come back from a run in the morning, after breakfast.

After Qiao Jinwen and the others went to work, Hu Yang said a few words to Xiao Xiaoxiao and told him that he was going out for a walk.

Just call if you need anything.

He was going to Rongcheng People's Park, which also left him with infinite miss.

Hu Yang didn't drive there, but took the subway directly.

Because he and his wife met at the entrance of Rongcheng University, and they went there by subway.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Populus euphratica wore a mask this time.

To be honest, his popularity in Rongcheng is quite high, not to mention that he became even more famous after singing "City Capital".

For nearly an hour, Hu Yang looked up at the building in front of him.

The old path of Qintai, a road with beautiful love stories
Although its blue bricks and green tiles, the tall buildings and pavilions are impressive in its ancient charm.

The shops and restaurants on both sides reveal a deep momentum.

However, the coming and going vehicles made him feel that this place has changed, and the love story behind it has become dusty.

Give Hu Yang a feeling that his real situation is incompatible with the love story.

Hu Yang would not have come if he had not walked with his wife and listened to her tell the historical origin of this road.

So disappointing.

But even if he didn't like it that much, Hu Yang still walked forward slowly, as if he could hear the voice left by Song Wenxian when he walked with him.

The restaurants and jade shops on both sides are sparsely populated.

He didn't have much interest in these things, and he didn't want to go in to eat or something.

But when he came to Shufeng Yayun's door, he thought about it and went in.

It will come out again soon, there is no performance at this time, Hu Yang came at the wrong time.

Don't force it, just see if you have it or not.

Just like when they walked this road together back then, Song Wenxian suggested to let him see the unique folk arts of the Land of Abundance.

It was not the right time to come.

Perhaps this is destined in the dark.

Only when I came in twice, I couldn't catch up.

Directly opposite Shufeng Yayun, you can go to Rongcheng Cultural Park.

Hu Yang glanced over there and walked straight forward.

In the past, he was disappointed by the old path of Qintai, so naturally he was not interested in going to the park.

Not to mention there is a Baihuatan Park in front of it.

The cool autumn wind mixed with fallen ginkgo leaves blows from Baihuatan Park.

Populus euphratica reached out to catch the leaf that Feiluo was in front of him, looked at it carefully for a while, and then put it into his trouser pocket.

Although it is different from the one she caught before, it is still worth cherishing.

Qintai Old Path, a place that can best highlight the gap between reality and imagination.

If you come, you will be disappointed, but if you don’t come, you will not be reconciled.

Leaving here, Populus euphratica strolls on the yellowed ginkgo streets in autumn.

Pedestrians and some hawkers on the side of the road made Hu Yang feel that the familiar Rongcheng was still there.

With dialect yelling, it is very cordial.

I don't know how long he walked, he forgot the time.

Standing under an old ginkgo tree, looking at it with unfocused eyes, passersby couldn't help but look at the man wearing sunglasses curiously.

Suddenly, the corners of Hu Yang's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a happy and anxious smile.

Once, he held Song Wenxian's hand here.

At that time, she struggled weakly and resigned herself to let Hu Yang lead her.

At that moment, I was a little nervous when I saw her like this, didn't I know what was going on?
In an instant, he felt that the gloomy sky that day seemed to become brighter, and he felt that the green ginkgo leaves gave off a fragrance.

The world also seems to have become more glamorous.

Everything has become different in the eyes of Populus euphratica.

He held her hand, as if holding the world.

Since then, I have more fetters with this familiar and strange world.

Holding her hand, Hu Yang's footsteps became cheerful.

In that hot summer, even the two hands that were holding hands became a little wet.

However, everyone was reluctant to let go, wiped the clothes on their bodies, and held them tightly together.

Hu Yang recalled the heart-wrenching scene 12 years ago, and the smiles on the corners of his mouth gradually increased.

Standing here in a daze, until a child riding a bicycle and ringing the bell woke him up.

Hu Yang felt that there was no one around him, and his eyes were full of loneliness.

All the good times in the past have long become memories that cannot be erased in my heart.

(End of this chapter)