李航站在教室的窗前，看着夕阳将教学楼的轮廓染成橘红色。他的手指无意识地摩挲着书包带，在记忆中快速扫描着那些熟悉又陌生的笔记。
自从转学来到this school，he has always been attracted to Ms..ucainan’s lectures. Her lectures are like a symphony of knowledge, but today something feels off.
When he saw her again after a week, he realized she wasn’t in class. Instead, she was standing outside the library, reading books with a quiet seriousness that made him both jealous and curious.
The last time they met, he had been caught cheating on a history test. Ms.UCainan had scolded him without looking at the test papers herself, leaving him feeling humiliated but also possessive of her attention.
Now he often wonder what would happen if he had never discovered her talent for teaching. Maybe he wouldn’t have become so passionate about learning, or maybe she would still be in that library today reading.
The thought of her absence sends a ripple through his heart. She’s not just the teacher he has to endure; she’s part of his future, tied to both his past and his uncertain future.
李航闭上眼睛，试图捕捉这些情绪。他知道，无论结果如何，这段感情已经无法真正结束。就像两棵相连的树，风会慢慢吹开其中一棵，但另一棵依然固执地站着，等待着被风吹散的时刻。
When the wind blows through, he will have to choose which tree to cut down. But for now, both trees remain standing, waiting.
The memory of MsUCainan’s lectures still echoes in his mind, like a melody that can’t be erased even after many years. She not only taught him knowledge but also how to see the world through a different lens.
He hopes that whatever happens, she will always find her way back to the classroom. But for him, life has become complicated, with teachers and students playing roles he never imagined.
The future is uncertain, but at least one thing is certain: his feelings for MsUCainan will remain unchanged, like a thread tied to his past and future.
