Your name, read

The party is nearing its end.

He was the teacher of the third class of the junior high school that year, and was invited to participate in this class reunion.

He was nineteen years old. Spirited, stirring up words.

"Goodbye, teacher!" Greeting one by one, or drunk, or smiling warmly, are so happy.

The last lady with a ponytail approached him with a smile and said softly, "Twenty-five years, remember me?"

He was about to speak when the lady held out her hand, "Hug me."

He was at a loss.

The lady's head rested on his shoulder, softly, murmuring, "You are my prince since I was sixteen years old, and you have lived in my heart!" I don't want to call you teacher, can I call you by your name? Call your name. "

He stood still, his heart a little confused.

He actually knew.

The lady looked up, and he saw tears on her face. "

From now on, I'll just call you by your name"!

She turned, the sound of her heels tapping the ground was crisp.

In the night, he saw the ponytail swaying.