Chapter 8 "Warm" 8

In the past, the car was always full of people, but now it is only half full, and it feels so empty. There was no laughter in the car, not even talking, only the sound of the engine. It's so quiet. I unwrapped the gift from Nuan Nuan, and it was a cylindrical metal thing, no wonder it was heavy. It's not exactly a cylinder, it looks like a crescent moon when viewed from above, missing some sides. About ten centimeters high, the surface is gold-plated, but the color is not bright, but has a quaint taste. There is a picture of two dragons playing with pearls floating on the column. The inside of the column is hollow. If you put a pen, you can put about ten sticks.

I played with it for a while, then carefully put it in my backpack. When we arrived at the Capital Airport, we got off the bus, and the students carried their own luggage. "Goodbye, students, remember to keep in touch." Teacher Li smiled, "Students, please don't take offense if there is something inconsiderate in this activity." "It's a good journey." Teacher Zhang also said. These days, every time Mr. Li goes to a scenic spot, he explains it carefully, with a gentle tone like a loving father; while Mr. Zhang almost takes care of all the chores. Hearing Teacher Li's humble and polite words, some female students' eyes turned red again.

Several students seized the time to take photos with the two teachers. I also seized the time to say thank you sincerely to Mr. Li, who patted me on the shoulder gently. "To send you a thousand miles, you have to say goodbye at last." Teacher Li said. Teacher Li and Teacher Zhang finally shook hands with Teacher Zhou and Teacher Wu, then boarded the car and left. After the check-in procedure was completed and the luggage was checked in, when I was waiting in line for the security check, I saw my junior with a scroll in his hand, so I asked, "Didn't you give it to Wang Ke?" "She just returned it to me again." The junior smiled wryly.

The junior's back looks a little lonely, and I don't know what to say to comfort him. I put the backpack on the conveyor belt, and when the backpack passed the X-ray machine, the security staff looked strange. The security officer took out the things Nuannuan gave me in my backpack and asked, "What is this for?" "It's for resting the pen." ’ I replied. "What?" "This is..." Afraid of causing another joke about spoons and spoons, I hesitated and said softly, "Pen holder?" 』"Pen holder, right?" He took another look, then returned it to me, and said, "Okay." It turns out that you are also called pen holders.

When I was packing my backpack, I caught a glimpse of my apprentice's scroll and took it. "You dropped something. 』I patted my junior on the shoulder. The junior turned around and glanced at me, and said, "Senior. I don't want it anymore, so I'll give it to you." Before I could say anything, the junior turned around and walked forward again. When I got on the plane, I just sat down and unwrapped the scroll. The scroll had just been unrolled, and three sheets of paper hidden in the scroll fell out of it. I spread them out one by one, and at a glance, I knew they were three pencil sketches.

The first picture is of the Great Wall, with a man and a woman on top of it, the boy holding the girl's hand to climb up; the second picture is a man and a woman in an alley area, the girl is crying with her hands covering her face, and the boy pats her on the shoulder. The third picture should be the steep stairs in front of the Buddha Incense Pavilion. The boy at the front turns around and holds the girl's hand. On the lower right side of the scroll's "talented scholar", the word "beautiful woman" is written in a smaller font. I didn't have time to think about it, so I patted the junior sitting in front of me, and gave him the scroll and the three paintings.

The junior looked surprised, then fell into deep thought. The junior suddenly unfastened his seat belt, stood up, and left his seat. I was startled, and quickly unfastened my seat belt, stood up and hugged him from behind, saying, "The plane is about to take off, don't mess around!" "Senior." The junior turned his head and said, "I'm just going to the toilet." The junior walked to the bathroom, and I stared behind my eyes. The stewardess told him: The plane is about to take off, please use the restroom later. The junior turned around and walked back to his seat, sat down, fastened his seat belt, picked up the scroll and the painting for a closer look.

The plane took off, the seat belt warning light went out, and the junior finally put away the scrolls and paintings. I breathed a sigh of relief and closed my eyes. Nuan Nuan, I am getting closer and closer to home, but farther and farther away from you. It took almost four hours to fly from Beijing to Hong Kong; it took an hour to wait for a connecting flight in Hong Kong; it took an hour and a half to fly from Hong Kong to Taoyuan Airport; it took 40 minutes to clear customs and collect luggage; it took three and a half hours to get out of the airport and return to Tainan by car; It took fifteen minutes to get home by taxi.

The shortest and farthest of the rest of the way, I had to climb up to the fifth floor of the walk-up apartment with my suitcase. Arrived, also tired and paralyzed. Lying on a familiar bed has a strange feeling. After only lying down for ten minutes, he got up and turned on the computer and connected to the Internet. I received an E-mail from Xu Chi, which contained many photos and files. Thanks to the internet, these photos got off the plane before I did. I looked carefully at each one, and almost forgot the reality that I had already returned to Taiwan. Seeing the image of Nuan Nuan accidentally laughing at Shenwu Gate, I was refreshed.

But it didn't take long before I felt a strong sense of loss. Sighing, I continued to look down and saw my solo photo in front of Jiulongbi. It feels a little familiar, and I took out the pen holder that Nuan Nuan gave me to compare. The Erlong Xizhu on the pen holder is very similar to the charm of the two dragons in the Jiulongbi. Maybe the two dragons in all the patterns of Erlong Xizhu will have similar body shapes, but I would rather believe that this is Nuannuan's carefulness. At that time, I asked Xu Chi to take a solo photo for me in front of Nine Dragons Bi, so she picked this thing for me.

Nuan Nuan, you really live up to your name, you always make people feel warm in their hearts. I hold the pen holder carefully in my hand. Then put it in a drawer. Because I don't want it to be stained with a trace of dust, I would rather put it in a dark place. What kind of treasure is this? Enter Nuan Nuan's E-mail in the recipient column, and then type: Nuan Nuan on the keyboard. I'm home, safe and sound. Are you OK? Cool in Taiwan.