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  Then what?

  Later on, Zhao Shuiguan's statistics really didn't pass, looking at this era absolutely doesn't popular hot-blooded youth this set.

  She didn't even have time to take the make-up exam after the holiday, and school was already suspended. She had to pack her bags and head to Canada to start her language reinforcement program ahead of schedule.

  Xi Miao asked Zhao Shui Guang if he wanted to tell Hope about going to Canada, and gave Zhao Shui Guang Hope's MSN, after all, having an acquaintance outside would make one feel much more at ease.

  Zhao Shuiguang declined and said: "Dear, don't worry, so many people are going to school!"

  Zhao Shuiguan also secretly hopes to live such a life, but it's just a thought. Now that I have my happiness, you should have yours too. I won't bother you again, and that's for the best. Maybe when I'm 80 years old, sitting in a rocking chair in the afternoon, I'll think of you, and at that time, I'll still smile and wish you well, just like today.

  A few weeks before graduation, a boy in the class called Zhao Shuiguan. They were quite close on ordinary days, but during the four years of university, Zhao Shuiguan was either mixed with dormitory people or talked about books and paintings behind his back. The conversation with the boy didn't last for a few sentences, and finally, the man said: "I wish you a safe journey, I won't write a message to you." Zhao Shuiguan listened in confusion.

  It wasn't until the day I returned to my dorm that I saw a note on my desk and realized what was going on. Xu Ying said, "These were all bought with our dorm fees. You like HELLO KITTY, so Xiaoxiao and I spent half a day picking them out." Yang Yang said, "You're not allowed to look now, wait until you get home!"

  Zhao Shuiguan took the order and went home to busy himself, forgetting all about it. In the evening, he caught a glimpse of the notebook and picked it up casually. It was full of signatures and messages from his classmates, mostly girls. The ones from Dormitory 3 were at the front, each person writing page after page of their thoughts and feelings from the start of school until now, also reminding him to take good care of himself.

  That night, she turned on the dim bedside lamp and slowly flipped through it. Zhao Shuiguan's eyes were misty and hazy. She remembered the song they sang together at KTV, Fanfan's song: "Now here is a wilderness of withered grass, no more flowers, but fortunately we once had your spring, autumn, winter and summer."

  The luggage restrictions for going to Canada cannot exceed 23 kilograms, Zhao Shuiguan's father and mother pressed the suitcase again and again, weighed it once and again, and when Zhao Shuiguan was packing her luggage, she realized that going abroad is not as glorious as she thought, she wanted to bring everything with her, but couldn't fit everything into the suitcase.

  Tomorrow is going to leave, Zhao Shuiguan did not turn off the machine all night, and sure enough, a text message came in the evening: "What time are you leaving tomorrow?"

  She kept staring at those few words, and tears were about to flow again. Jingxin sent a text message instead of calling, and as soon as she heard his voice, she would really cry out loud, she thought. She replied: "Dad will take you to the airport tomorrow, 2:10 flight."

  From Nanjing to Shanghai, it was a journey of more than three hours. Zhao Shuiguan slept all the way and woke up in a daze, only to find that his head had been resting on his mother's lap.

  Pudong Airport, Zhao Shuiguan had almost no impression of it except for the times she took a plane with her family to travel during her childhood. She didn't have time to appreciate the colorful Shanghai or look up at the unique glass cylinder ceiling design inside the airport. When that person came walking slowly in his beige double-breasted windbreaker, all her sadness surged up.

  She wanted to smile and say to him: "Teacher Tan, goodbye." But she didn't dare speak, didn't dare lift her head, afraid that if tears fell, they would be hard to hold back.

  Tan Shu Mo took a leave of absence early in the morning and drove over, thinking that he would still sit in the service area of Air Canada. As expected, at noon, she pushed her luggage cart and walked over with her parents. While waiting, he thought about the once tender flower bud, which had unknowingly blossomed to such a clear and bright stage. He clenched his fists and curled up the corners of his mouth, lightly mocking himself, "Letting go" sounds simple, but it's actually extremely funny. He didn't even know why he made such an appointment like a naive young man, but no matter what, he would never give up.

  He studied finance and understood the risks of time, but he also knew that the greater the risk, the greater the return. Emotions were also an investment, and he believed in his own efforts.

  Zhao's mother saw Tan Shu Mo from afar and shouted: "Little Tan, over here!"

  Tan Shu Mo walked closer and shouted: "Zhao Mama, Zhao Baba." Zhao Shui Guang's father nodded for the first time when he saw Tan Shu Mo.

  Mrs. Zhao patted Zhao Shuiguan's head and said: "This child!"

  Tan Shu Mo smiled and looked at her lowered head, with a cyan hairpin on top of it.

  Zhao's mother pulled Zhao's father and said: "It's time for you to put down your luggage, girl."

  Tan Shu Mo took over the car and said: "I'll go with her."

  All the way, neither of them spoke. There were many people on this flight, and the queue wound around in circle after circle. The eyes of the people next to them kept darting over.

  Most of the people seeing them off were parents and children. Looking at this couple, the man was tall and handsome with a great temperament, while the woman had short hair but was still petite and lovely. When she looked up, her facial features were also very comfortable to look at. However, the two of them were strange, following the crowd as they moved, from start to finish the man would occasionally furrow his brow, with a cold and arrogant expression, while the woman looked around in all directions, with a bewildered and flustered expression on her face, each lost in their own thoughts.

  We're almost at the front of the line, Tan Shu Mo asked: "Is your passport ready?"

  Zhao Shuiguang nodded and softly said "en".

  After a long time, Tan Shu Mo asked: "Where is the ticket?"

  "Check your luggage before issuing tickets."

  The two men no longer spoke, checked their luggage, took their tickets, and proceeded in silence.

  After enduring countless hardships and setbacks, that moment still has to come, Zhao Shuiguan didn't want to cry.

  "Take care of yourself," said Mrs. Zhao, and then her eyes turned red. Mr. Zhao handed over the travel bag and walked away with his head down. Tan Shu Mo leaned against a pillar, his hands in his pockets, his head lowered, and his eyes cast downward, making it impossible to read his expression.

  Zhao Shuiguang suddenly burst into tears and hugged his father and mother, no longer caring about the occasion.

  Zhao's dad patted her shoulder and said: "Well-behaved, go and greet them."

  Zhao Shuiguang then sobbed and walked towards Tan Shumeng, who raised his head, with eyes as calm as water, and knocked Zhao Shuiguang's head, scolding: "Little fool" in a voice that was almost inaudible.

  Zhao Shuiguan didn't even have time to look up at his expression before he was suddenly pulled into his warm embrace, her nostrils filled with his breath. He lowered his head, leaned in close to her ear, and his lips touched the edge of her ear as he whispered: "Zhao Shuiguan, don't cry, I've been here all along!"

  A little hoarse.

  She thought he was still recovering from his cold and struggled to lift her head to look at him, but his fingers pressed against the back of her head. "Wait a bit longer," he said.

  She was enclosed in his arms, her cheek stuck to his heaving chest, her ears filled with the sound of his heartbeat, feeling the movement of his throat, suddenly understanding why his voice was hoarse, why he had held her head and said "wait a little longer", her cheeks were also wet.

  The people at the airport came and went, footsteps, children's laughter, noise, suddenly disappeared, she was in his arms, for a moment really hoping that would be what they call forever.

  In the end, he let her go, stroked her hair, and his eyebrows and eyes were filled with gentle warmth, saying: "Let's go."

  She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and walked towards customs without looking back, her tears flowing as she wiped them.

  Filled out the form, handed it over to the customs officer while sobbing, and the customs officer was also used to it, stamped it, and let me go.

  From then on, I walked forward with my head held high, and your soul was always packed in my suitcase.

  Melson University is in a small town in eastern Canada, where two-thirds of the townspeople are students at the school. It's quiet and peaceful during holidays, but comes alive when school starts again.

  When Zhao Shuiguang first arrived, it was already autumn. Every day, she struggled to adjust to the time difference between her old and new environments. Language, housing, interpersonal relationships, studies, food, and all sorts of other issues left her physically and mentally exhausted.

  She also used to hide in a room and cry secretly, thinking that she was making trouble for herself, giving up on friends, family, and the one she deeply loved, fighting alone with gritted teeth.

  She remembered what Tan Shuimu had said: "Zhao Shuiguan, you have to know that going abroad is not about escaping. If you want to be independent as you say, there's a price to pay. Take today for example, having a cold and fever, no one will know, no one will care about you, you'll have to find medicine on your own and drag yourself to class. You need to think carefully about this kind of life."

  It turns out that he really is ahead of her in all things and considers for her. Only today did I realize his kind intentions.

  She thought of the hardships she had endured in the past, and whether the ink she used to write with was also like this, step by step, walking through. Thinking about it, her body was filled with strength again. What she said, she must do, for him, and for herself.

  Everything is difficult at the beginning. Zhao Shuiguan finally got through the end of autumn, and she could finally sincerely tell her mother on the phone: "Mom, I'm fine, really, don't worry."

  One day on the way to school, she picked up a fallen maple leaf and tucked it into her textbook. One day, Zhao Shuiguan would give this maple leaf to Tan Shumeng.

  Everyone says this is the land of red maple, but very few people have seen the desolation here when the leaves fall, and very few people mention the eight-month-long cold winter that lasts almost all year round.

  It's almost Christmas, and the atmosphere abroad is much thicker than at home. Zhao Shuiguan's roommate was also enthusiastically decorating, but Zhao Shuiguan didn't have that feeling. To him, Christmas was like Chinese New Year in the West - without family, what's the point of New Year?

  Zhao Shuiguang remembered that December 22nd was Tan Shumeng's birthday, she didn't need any reminders to recall it, although he had said not to contact him, but she thought birthdays were an exception.

  She sent a postcard of the city's scenery in summer, with flowers blooming and leaves reflecting. She hadn't experienced such beauty when she arrived, but always hoped he could see the best.

  After some thought, she finally picked up her pen and wrote: "Happy Birthday" followed by "I miss you".

  A month later, someone knocked on the door early in the morning. Zhao Shuiguan rushed down with sleepy eyes and opened the door to find a courier. She signed for the package and when she closed the door, she glanced outside and found that it had started snowing lightly.

  A small package about two palms in size, Zhao Shui Guang was puzzled, Mother Zhao didn't say she was going to send something over.

  She picked up the scissors and carefully cut open the layers of tape. Three boxes of fruit-flavored candies lay inside - strawberry, peach, and lemon. A white slip of paper was tucked under the candy box, with handwriting that looked eerily familiar to her, strong and bold: "Flower is red, leaf is green, dye is sweet, and so you are."

  Flowers are red, leaves are green, sugar is sweet, and so are you!

  She opened the lid, picked up a sugar and put it in her mouth, thinking of something very far away. Her mouth was filled with sweet honey peach flavor. She stared at that sentence repeatedly: "You are sweet, and so you are."

  The snow outside is getting heavier, but the heating inside the house is slowly rising.