"Well, really." Qin Si Tong nodded. "Do you often come here?"

"It's not often, just occasionally come here to sit down." han zi analyzed.

"Your place is very good. You can't see your side outside, but you can see the center of the square." Qin Sitong said.

"Yes, so I like this position very much. Sitting here, you can directly see the music fountain in the center of the square." Han Zi said, "I once told a person who is very important to me that if one day she misses me and wants to come to me, we will meet here at the music fountain in the center of the city square."

Qin Si Tong was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "you're really lucky. I heard that several times the government wanted to dismantle the music fountain and change it into something else, but in the end, it was shelved for some reason, and the music fountain has been kept."

Han zixie smiled and said nothing. Of course he knew about it. It was he who made the move and kept the fountain.

"So did the person who is very important to you come to you?" Qin Sitong asked curiously.

"No, but I found her," Han Zi said, with memories of the past. "I came here with her and saw the fountain."

"That's great." Qin Sitong said sincerely.

"Yes, that's nice." but why does he always feel like he's missing something? There is always a feeling in his body, like telling him that he hasn't really got what he wants.

He has always kept this fountain. Even if the important person has stayed with him now, he doesn't want it to disappear, and he will occasionally come here to sit and have a look at it.

Suddenly, Qin Sitong's cell phone rang. It was Miao Ke's call. Just on the phone, Miao Ke's voice sounded a little heavy, "Sitong, in high school, the teacher Wang who taught painting died. Tomorrow is the day of his funeral. I'm going to give the teacher a ride. Will you go?"

Mr. Wang was an art teacher in high school. He was a middle-aged man who didn't speak much. When she went to the head teacher for the plagiarism of the novel, the head teacher scolded her. Mr. Wang was also in the office, but he said a few words for her.

Unfortunately, in the end, no one came to help her find out. But Miss Wang's love, she thought she would remember it all her life.

Miss Wang's funeral, of course, she's going.

Qin Sitong specially asked the company for a day's leave, and then the next day, wearing black clothes and trousers, came to the funeral home.

Miao Ke was already there. Seeing Qin Sitong, he greeted him and said, "today Qi Bin and Yuan Mengtian also came, but they seemed strange. They didn't seem to talk much after they came."

Qin Sitong followed Miao Ke to the mourning hall rented by Mr. Wang's family. He saw many high school students and several high school teachers outside the mourning hall.

Four years later, many people are a little different from that year.

The head teacher who once scolded her most is now surrounded by yuan Mengtian, who seems to be saying something. Yuan Mengtian is surrounded by many high school students. Yuan Mengtian seems to be surrounded by the stars.

"You see, today's funeral, I don't know how many students want to marry yuan Mengtian again. They say they are coming to the teacher's funeral, but some people are focusing on how to pull a relationship." Miao Ke said low.