Chapter 823 I am your father

After hearing what he said, the Chinese teacher asked: "Which article?"

Lin Yue ignored the article and talked about the customs and customs of the countryside: "Do you know what the old houses built in the townships in the 1980s look like? They are not brick-concrete structures, but made of adobe and red bricks.

The wall is very thick, which means it is warm in winter and cool in summer. However, it is easy to get damp, causing the skin on the surface of the wall to fall off. Children with short hands like to pick at cracks or damaged areas, especially the earthen kang or the bed and wall.

In order to improve this situation, the country people who are knowledgeable can pick up the newspapers, magazines, etc. that are distributed every month in the brigade and paste them on the contact surface between the wall and the bed, which can not only protect the wall, but also

The bedding is clean and tidy. The contact surface between the wall and the bed in our house is also mushy, but we use expired newspapers and magazines that my uncle brought back when he was in college. After I went to elementary school, I knew more words, and I would know them every morning when I lay in bed.

Look at the words on it. Because a piece of it is worn off, about half of the content is not clear. However, the title of the article is very clear. It is called "Cotton". The author's surname is Han. During the Chinese New Year, my uncle came home and I asked him about the words above.

He said he couldn't remember what it was about, and he also said he would look it up for me when he got back, but he forgot about it. I went to the city library last weekend and found the copy published in 1980.

I finally read the original copy of Youth Daily and finally saw the complete version of "Cotton"."

Whether they are older children, younger children, or adults, they all like to listen to stories, especially stories of personal experience. Lin Yue started from an article and introduced the customs of his hometown and his own life footprints.

The child caught the attention of the whole class, including the Chinese teacher.

Even those who were dissatisfied with him were quietly waiting for the next chapter.

"Do you want to know the content of this article? I will recite it to you..."

Lin Yue closed the Chinese textbook and recited the prose "which was of great significance to him" in a soothing tone.

"..."

As the article ended, the whole class fell silent.

The Chinese teacher said: "It's a good article, but it's not as profound and sharp as "The Man in the Cup"."

"Of course." Lin Yue said: "After all, it is an article written in 1980. The author must also look at the background of the times when writing, and this essay is an entry for the 'Ode to the Motherland'."

The Chinese teacher raised her eyebrows. She felt that this student named Lin Yue could always say more interesting things than his peers. Every time she asked him to get up to answer a question, it felt like he was doing a reading comprehension question.

"What is the name of the author of this article?"

Lin Yue smiled and said nothing.

With this expression again, and this intriguing look in his eyes, the Chinese teacher felt like he was driving him crazy.

Why did she call her Chen Xun first and then Lin Yue? It was just to beat this guy who always gave her a headache. But now it seems that he has failed again. Chen Xun has said a lot of beautiful things, which is far less impressive than his childhood stories.

It makes a deep impression and broadens your horizons.

"Sit down."

Not to mention, Li Jing's look is quite cute with a mixture of resentment, helplessness, melancholy and anger.

Lin Yue sat back obediently.

Want to fight him? It’s okay to give Chen Xun a brain.

Speaking of the article "Cotton", he actually went to the library to check it out. He still remembered that it was in 2012. He was 17 years old at the time. As a member of the pro-Korean faction, he checked a lot of relevant information to prove his point of view. Now

It's actually quite silly and simple when you think about it.

"Sure enough, he is a person living in the past." Ren Gaoying muttered softly.

Lin Yue put a bunch of old books on railway technology in his drawer, and now he has brought out old books from 1980, plus the dirty People's Soldiers overalls he wore for his first appearance, Ren Gaoying said

This is understandable.

But Chen Xun thought a little more, because he remembered Lin Yue said that the author of the article was named Han.

Perhaps feeling the hostile gaze from the second-to-last row, Lin Yue glanced back and muttered softly when he turned back: "Yes, I am your father."

Fang Hui seemed to hear something and looked towards him with questions.

Lin Yue smiled at her without explaining.

…

After the Chinese class, Li Jing returned to the office. The first thing she did after sitting down was not to drink water to soothe her throat, nor to eat the imported chocolate her boyfriend bought for her. Instead, she picked up the phone and dialed an outside number.

"Hey, Tang Nana? It's me, Li Jing, are you busy now? If not, help me find an article. It's the winning entry in the Youth Daily's "Ode to the Motherland" essay competition in 1980. There is an article called "Cotton"

Prose, I want to know who its author is."

The history teacher who was knitting a sweater at the table asked casually: "Xiao Li, why are you interested in old articles from 20 years ago?"

"Hey, I'm not that Lin Yue from Class 1, Grade 1. Sometimes I really don't know if I want him to answer questions or if he's going to give me difficult questions."

"Yeah, yeah." The history teacher in his forties deeply agreed with Li Jing's words. They were not the only ones who felt this way. It is said that Cao Runsheng, a second-grade English teacher who was a substitute for Class 1, Grade 1, gave Lin Yue's simulation last Thursday.

The essay at the end of the test paper was deducted a few points. This guy went to the second-year high school office and pointed out in front of all the teachers that Cao Runsheng was not good at his job. He used American English to write the answer, and Cao Runsheng gave the answer in British English, so

Can't be wrong.

He, a transfer student from nowhere, actually knew the difference between American English and British English. This became Cao Runsheng's joke.

How can I put it, I feel really helpless when I meet such a serious student.

About 15 minutes later, Li Jing's college classmate Tang Nana, who now works in the city library, called.

"Oh, I understand, thank you."

After saying this, she seemed to suddenly realize that she was going in the wrong direction: "Nana, do you know the relationship between this author and the winner of the New Concept Essay Contest, Han Han?"

Donnana gave her a clear answer.

Li Jing hung up the phone with a sullen face.

The history teacher noticed her expression and stopped what she was doing: "What's wrong?"

"How can he beat around the bush and curse?"

There are so many coincidences in the world. Li Jing does not think that Lin Yue does not know the relationship between the author of "Cotton" and the author of "The Man in the Cup".

While the two were talking, the office door opened, and Hou Zhen, an English teacher who had taken a month's sick leave and was also the head teacher of Grade 11, walked in with a smile.

The chemistry teacher near the door pushed up the frame of his glasses: "Teacher Hou, are you discharged from the hospital?"

"Yes, I was discharged from the hospital last week."

"You were discharged from the hospital last week and you came to school today? Your body..."

Others also stood up and greeted her.

"It's nothing serious. The doctor said that as long as you take the medicine on time, you'll be fine in another half month."

"That's good, that's good." All the teachers responded with smiles.

Hou Zhen took off her coat and put it on the clothes hook on the north wall. She walked to her seat and sat down. She took out the lesson plan she wrote in the hospital from her bag.

The history teacher started knitting sweaters again and said: "Xiao Hou, your class is very lively now. If I were you, I would definitely be thinking about resigning as the class teacher."

Hou Zhen shook her head with a wry smile. She had taken a month's sick leave, but that didn't mean that she didn't know what was going on in the class. Otherwise, she wouldn't have found the principal in time, saving the lives of Chen Xun and Zhao Ye.

"They are all good kids. I believe everything will be fine."

…

Afternoon self-study class.

The bell rang, and students from Grade 11 rushed into the classroom.

"Teacher Hou is here."

"Teacher Hou is back."

"..."

As Zhang Huiran and others were discussing, Hou Zhen, who had just finished class 5, walked into the classroom with textbooks.

Her eyes swept over everyone's faces, and she put the teaching materials on the desk.

"In the month I was away, I heard that our class had become famous. First, they pulled the switch, then launched a series of confrontation investigations, and even poured cold water on the dean. In April, the blackboard newspaper ranking ranked at the bottom. According to teachers from various subjects, the simulations have been done several times in the past few times.

The grades on the paper were not good either. The things about pulling the switch and pouring cold water on the dean are over, so I won’t talk about them anymore. Today I want to talk to you about the last two things. Do you have any opinions?"

No one spoke, everyone lowered their heads and read the textbooks.

"Chen Xun, you are the squad leader, please speak up."

Chen Xun stood up slowly: "Teacher Hou, I am no longer the monitor of Class 11."

After hearing what he said, Hou Zhen remembered that Damahou dismissed Chen Xun from his post.

"It doesn't matter if you're not the squad leader, I want to hear your opinion."

"My opinion is that our class should elect a new monitor immediately." Chen Xun said, "I propose that Lin Yue take over as monitor."

Zhao Ye raised his hand and said: "Yes, we choose Lin Yue as squad leader."

"Choose Lin Yue."

"Lin Yue."

Lin Jiamo turned her head and glanced behind her, thinking to herself: How come these people have changed their gender? They were talking bad about Lin Yue behind his back last class, and now they actually choose him as the monitor?

Hou Zhen felt a little headache. A simple student might not know why Chen Xun recommended Lin Yue. She knew very well that these guys wanted to put the transfer student named Lin Yue on the fire.

"Nonsense, classmate Lin Yue has only been transferred to our class for less than a month. I'm afraid he can't even remember the name of his classmate. If you make him the monitor, aren't you just kidding about the honor of the class? Ren Gaoying..."

Hou Zhen looked at Ren Gaoying.

"You will be the monitor."

Ren Gaoying didn't move, her middle-parted head shook like a rattle: "I can't do it."

"Zhang Huiran." Hou Zhen looked at Zhang Huiran again.

"I can't do it, I can't do it."

"Okay, you have formed a revolutionary united front." Hou Zhen was a little unhappy.

At this moment, Lin Yue stood up and said something.

Some unexpected words.
Chapter completed!