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Of course the more important thing is——
He really feels that his current physical condition is pretty good!
"Actually, I have felt the unfairness of fate more than once. I feel like God is deliberately targeting me!"
Wen Xue'an spoke in a hoarse voice, but there was no complaint or anger in his brows, instead he had a free and easy temperament:
"First it was disability, which ruined my dreams, and then cancer, which ruined my life. I don't understand why my life turned out like this?"
He looked at Zhao Nichang and smiled: "Those dark days were really difficult.
"It's just,
"But suddenly one day, I felt that God just wanted to see me in such a miserable state."
As he spoke, an extremely powerful force suddenly burst out from Wen Xue'an's body. He raised his eyebrows and his delicate face suddenly became firm: "So I can't be defeated by him. Not only must I look forward, but I must also let myself
Pick yourself up again in life and do something within your power.”
"Once I think about it, whether I'm looking at people or other things, I won't be too obsessed with appearances. Sometimes I will find different beauty when I look at things."
"Later on, when I knew I didn't have much time left, I felt quite unwilling."
When he said this, Wen Xue'an couldn't help but think of that time when he went through a special relic arrangement, and couldn't help but laugh:
"But I also became relieved because of certain things. I want to leave more traces of myself in this world, and I want to prevent myself from being forgotten. This is my selfish intention.
"Everything that needs to be done has been done now, so I don't have any regrets."
“The temperature is just right.”
As soon as the conversation stopped, the enamel teacup filled with hot water was placed in Wen Xu'an's hand.
Wen Xue'an looked at Zhao Nichang and smiled gently: "Thank you."
then.
Neither of them spoke.
The cool afternoon breeze blows into the house, bringing comfortable silence.
Zhao Nichang put her hands on the bed and heard the barking of dogs and the chirping of insects in the distance. She felt very relaxed at this moment.
after awhile.
Zhao Nichang looked at Wen Xue'an who was resting with his eyes closed, and sent a golden-red mist into Wen Xue'an's body so that he would not be tortured too much by the disease at the end of his life.
"It's time for me to go, Teacher Wen."
Immediately, Zhao Nichang stood up and said goodbye.
Just when Zhao Nichang was about to step out of the room, Wen Xue'an opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Nichang's back, and suddenly shouted:
"Teacher Jin."
"Is there anything else, Teacher Wen?" Zhao Nichang asked.
Wen Xue'an reminded:
"Teacher Jin is very beautiful. Although the people in the village are very friendly, please pay more attention to your safety."
Zhao Nichang was stunned when she heard this. She didn't expect that Wen Xue'an stopped her to talk about this. Then she nodded seriously and said, "Thank you, Teacher Wen, for the reminder."
Immediately, the sound of footsteps gradually became distant.
Wen Xue'an picked up the enamel cup, gently blew away the heat rising from the water, and took a sip.
Immediately, he drank a few more sips.
Because as Zhao Nichang said, the temperature is just right.
Wen Xue'an felt the temperature transmitted by the water cup with his palms, raised his eyes to look at the sun outside the room, and the blurred halo that shone through his pupils vaguely reflected a slender figure.
tread,
tread!
Wearing a ballet costume, he danced to his heart's content on the empty stage.
Let's jump.
The corners of Wen Xu'an's mouth curved and he gradually closed his eyes.
——
——
"Is this his story?"
"kindness."
Zhao Nichang and Deng Qingmei stood in front of an open space. There was a tombstone in front of them, and a few bouquets of freshly picked flowers were placed in front of the tombstone.
I saw it said:
【Teacher Wen Xue'an's Tomb】
"I don't know why I suddenly feel a little blocked and uncomfortable."
Deng Qingmei sighed.
On their way to Yuntian Village, Zhao Nichang had already told Deng Qingmei about Wen Xue'an.
Immediately, Deng Qingmei asked Zhao Nichang curiously: "Did you help Wen Xue'an get this tomb for the princess?"
"no."
Zhao Nichang shook his head, with a smile on his lips: "At first, several of his students helped, and then the village chief led the villagers to build his tomb. The location chosen was pretty good."
Deng Qingmei looked into the distance.
At the foot of the mountain stands a large stone house, which is the village school. From here, you can see the entire Yuntian Village, and the scenery is pleasant.
"Some people will remember his goodness throughout their lives and will never forget him."
Zhao Nichang raised her head slightly, stared at the colorful clouds floating in the sky, and smiled slightly: "Wen Xue'an's little selfishness has been satisfied, and he is remembered by more people."
"kindness!"
Deng Qingmei nodded vigorously.
…
…
In Yuntian Village.
"I heard that two teachers will come to teach the children in the village this time."
On the uneven dirt road, several villagers gathered together to eat. From time to time, you could see other villagers sitting next to them with their rice bowls. Some would interrupt from time to time, and some would just eat and listen.
"I heard what the village chief said,
"One teacher's surname is Jin, and another teacher's surname is Zhao."
His dark face spoke with an unintelligible local accent.
"That's good. The village chief said that any baby who wants to study is a good baby." A woman with a headscarf on her head next to her said, "My baby is not happy about life and death. He spends all day in the mountains."
"It's enough if you know how to write your name."
Some villagers also disagreed.
"Hey, if the village chief hears what you said, I'm sure the village chief will poke you in the head with a wooden cane!" said a villager who couldn't hold back his laughter.
It is not difficult to see the prestige of the village chief during the conversation.
"It's a pity, Teacher Wen." An old man smoking a cigarette narrowed his eyes: "He died at a young age, but when we went to his room, Teacher Wen's face was quite peaceful, which was good.
"
"I'll go up the mountain later and clear the weeds for Teacher Wen."
Someone smiled and showed his big teeth: "I picked some flowers a few days ago and placed them in front of the tomb."
"Hey, is the person next to the village chief Teacher Zhao?"
A young man rolled up his sleeves and saw two people walking in the distance.
The dark-faced villager just now opened his eyes wide, knocked, and said with certainty:
"Yes, it's that Teacher Zhao."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The village chief of Yuntian Village is an old man who is nearly sixty years old. His body is still quite strong and he walks like the wind. Instead, he looks like the wooden crutch in his hand.
became a decoration.
Next to him is an ordinary-looking woman wearing black-rimmed glasses.
The village chief stood in front of everyone and introduced: "This is Teacher Zhao. Let's help each other more in the future."
Maybe it's Wen Xue'an's influence.
Even the villagers who didn't care about studying still had great respect for the teacher. They quickly wiped the corners of their mouths and almost shouted in unison: "Hello, Teacher Zhao, I am..."
Teacher Zhao, who was said to be from Binhai, smiled.
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One month has passed since the Battle of Mount John.
The time has come to early April.
Marina City Cemetery.
The weather is a bit cloudy today, with light rain falling.
Li Kui came to a tombstone with a bamboo basket in hand and stood there. He looked at the energetic man in the photo and smiled brightly at the corners of his pursed lips. He sat cross-legged in front of the tomb without feeling dirty.
"Oh, look at how dirty you are."
Li Kui stretched out his hand to wipe away the fallen leaf petals that were wet by the rain, and took out the sacrifices and placed them one by one.
He looked at Yang Chao's photo and said with a smile: "Lao Yang, guess what kind of wine I brought you today?"
Li Kui took out the wine bottle with a mysterious look on his face, shook it in front of the tomb, and said proudly: "Thousand-year-old brew! This is a good thing. Old Li, I spent a lot of effort to get it from Brother Meng."
Pry this bottle out.
"Today, it's just the two of us drinking."
As he spoke, Li Kui was about to pour wine for Yang Chao when he suddenly looked up at the dark clouds in the sky and said a little unhappily: "Hey, I'm drinking with my brother, what are you going to do next? Old Yang, look at me...
"
In an instant, the wind and clouds moved away.
The dark clouds in the sky dissipated in the blink of an eye, and the sun hanging in the sky shone brightly.
Li Kui glanced at Yang Chao and raised his eyebrows: "Just tell me if you're awesome or not!"
In the black and white photo, Yang Chao is wearing a police officer's uniform and looking at Li Kui with a smile.