The next day, Qin Youxue went to the primary school as usual for her classes. The children in the mountain area were especially pure and obedient, each with a pair of deep black eyes brimming with curiosity and eagerness to learn. Qin Youxue didn't understand before why some people would be willing to spend their entire life in such a remote village, dedicating their lives to the children of the mountains. But after staying here for two years, she finally understood—no one can resist the eyes of these children.
Though she was merely a music teacher, she was willing to convey the beauty of music to them, allowing them to appreciate beauty, understand beauty. This was the only thing she could do for them.
After finishing the music class, Qin Youxue, as usual, stood in front of the podium watching the children file out of the classroom. This was her last class for the day.
She stood up and looked towards the sun outside the old classroom.
