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Chapter 105 Lost ([-])

"Oh, it seems that my heart is not broad enough!" He sighed, exhaling the depression in his heart, as if he had found a reason for himself.

The appearance of the sea and the grassland involuntarily appeared in his mind.Perhaps growing up in such an environment, one's mind will unknowingly become wider.There was a look of yearning on his face, how he wished he could go and see those vast places in person!
"What are you thinking again?" He patted his head, feeling that he could no longer control his thoughts.There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, some problems in front of him hadn't been resolved yet, so he was only thinking about the future!He didn't know whether to say that he had a long-term vision, or to scold himself for being too ambitious.

"I can show it to her tomorrow." There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he felt a burst of relief and joy in his heart.

Back in the dormitory, he carefully looked at the poem he had re-transcribed, to see if there was anything to be revised in it, and to see if there were any unclear words.He didn't want her to prevaricate him with that reason again.

On the second day, Ouyang felt a little excited and a little nervous again.Because he didn't know how the teacher would evaluate the so-called poem he wrote.

"Teacher, can you help me read this poem I wrote?" Ouyang saw the Chinese teacher walk into the classroom, and hurried over, a little uncomfortable.

She still put away her own teaching materials first, and then looked at the other students below, and the other students were naturally the students she often cared about.Only then did he take a look at Ouyang, and said lightly, "Oh."

Ouyang hurriedly handed over the poem he had revised and copied again last night.

She took it casually and scanned it quickly.

Ouyang felt even more uneasy. He didn't know how she felt after reading it, and he didn't know whether he should ask her, but how could he not ask her?
"Teacher, me, how did I write?" His words became more awkward, and he felt very nervous. He fixed his eyes on her and watched her every expression carefully, for fear that she would say something that would hurt his heart. The words come!

"Hehe." She smiled lightly a few times.

"What, what? I—I wrote it." He was secretly anxious in his heart, and directly omitted the address for her, because he didn't know what she meant, and he didn't know if his writing was good.

"What does this yellow leaf mean? Do you want to use it to convey a certain emotion?" She didn't answer him, but asked him instead, which made him even more confused.

"This yellow leaf——" Ouyang didn't know how to explain it. Did he want to explain to the teacher that it was because he saw the yellow leaf falling and remembered the person he liked before?Do you really want to explain to the teacher that you use the yellow leaves to carry the good times spent with the people you like, those times withered like yellow leaves, are you gone?Do I have to explain to the teacher that I used such poems to deceive myself, making myself think that I have really forgotten that time, and don't remember the girl who has always been loved in my heart?So he used a lame reason and continued anxiously: "Yellow leaves are yellow leaves."

"Oh." She nodded and said no more.

"How did it go?" he asked again.

At this time, the class bell rang again.

"Lesson is over." She returned the poem in her hand to him, turned her head, and adjusted Mike.

Ouyang looked at her anxiously, and found that she didn't look at him again, so he resisted the urge to stamp his feet.

"Damn the ringtone!" He cursed secretly in his heart, turned around, and left even more disappointed.

(End of this chapter)