Because the teachers have to take exams, many classes have turned into self-study classes. The teachers are holding the textbooks for the upcoming exams and studying hard. Only He Caitou plays computer games every day besides attending class, and does not take exams as a thing at all.
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Zhang Hengu envied He Caitou from his heart. If he could have a smart mind like his and a real talent like his, why would he worry like this? He also found a few books to review, but which one he picked up?
Reading this book gives me a headache, as if the book is a headache switch.
Xiao Liang saw that he was not energetic all day, so he said to him: "Look, don't read so many books on psychology and education. You can't read them anyway. Why don't you learn more about Braille first? What else?
, if you want to learn and progress quickly, you should develop the habit of writing a diary. It does not necessarily mean how many things you remember, nor is it for how useful it will be in the future. For you, as long as you write, you can practice your literacy.
The ability to write. Besides, if you are happy or unhappy, you can write it down. It is a kind of venting. Some things are difficult to tell others, so it is better to talk about it to yourself than to keep it in your heart.
a lot of."
Zhang Hengu thought to himself: "It's all about talking, so why is Xiaoliang's words so popular? It seems that every word she says can speak to his heart, as if opening a small window in his depressed heart.
It seemed like it suddenly lit up."
Now Zhang Hengu, his parents are dead, his wife is missing, and a friend he suddenly discovered, Zhang Damin, has mysteriously disappeared from the face of the earth... How many people are more depressed than him?
"Then what kind of notebook should I use?" Zhang Hengu asked seriously.
Xiao Liang smiled and said: "What kind of notebook should I use to keep a diary? Any kind of notebook will do. Just spend three to five yuan to buy one. If money is tight, I can give you one. Of course, if
If you want to keep a diary or a blog online, that’s fine too. But there are many things that you can’t say to others, so you can’t write them casually. You don’t know how to use a computer now. I’ll teach you how to play with computers someday.
Write a blog and play Weibo.”
"Then you'd better give me one." Zhang Hengu's mind suddenly became alive and he actually learned to ask for things.
Xiao Liang said something casually, but he didn't expect that Zhang Hengu actually followed the stick and asked for a diary from him. Speaking of which, men and women gave diaries to each other. This was seen in movies a long time ago.
But it was a very romantic thing. Her face suddenly turned red. But seeing Zhang Hengu's face full of vicissitudes of life, which seemed to be full of innocence, she wondered where her thoughts had gone, so she smiled sheepishly.
, said: "That's not easy to handle." He took out a diary from his desk and handed it to Zhang Hengu's hand.
"That's it. I'll buy it myself when I use it later." Xiao Liang said.
Seeing Zhang Hengu take the notebook and put it carefully into his bag, Xiao Liang thought in his heart: "It's not certain that a person like Zhang Hengu will be able to finish this book."
She didn't know that Zhang Hengu had really developed the habit of writing a diary every day since then. And because of the diary, God knows how much trouble he would cause.
On the title page of this diary, there is a line of small words written in elegant handwriting: Most people, most of the time, can only rely on themselves. They have no background, have not met any noble people, and have not studied in any good schools. This
It doesn’t matter. The key is which path you are determined to take, what kind of person you want to be, and how you are prepared to deal with your laziness. Move forward, believe in your dreams and persist. Only in this way will you have the opportunity to prove yourself and find what you want.
dignity.
Zhang Hengu took the diary and looked at the words, as if they were written specifically for him. He put the notebook in his hand and felt a little heavy.
As Xiao Liang guessed, Zhang Hengu had never gone to school for more than a few days. It was more difficult for him to write a diary before going to bed every day than to wash his feet every night. However, with Zhang Momo's efforts,
, Zhang Hengu finally developed the habit of foot washing and persisted. Similarly, under the guidance of Liang Jiying, Zhang Hengu began his diary journey with difficulty.
What to write about?
Zhang Hengu spent nearly an hour in the bright light of his home in Dongda Village, unable to think of anything. There was nothing to write about when eating. There was nothing to write about when sleeping. At work, there was nothing to write about except class and after class.
Content. Seeing that the clock was pointing to twelve o'clock, he did not write a word.
Let’s write about Zhang Momo. So he wrote a crooked line in his crooked handwriting: Zhang Momo, where are you now?
After writing these words, he stared at them for a long time, and tears fell unconsciously. He thought that he ran to Beijing because of a little vanity, and ended up losing his wonderful wife. Before his wife left,
I gave him a red scarf in the hope that it would keep him safe forever. Fortunately, Zhang Hengu is now safe, but the wife who gave him the safe scarf can't be found.
From Zhang Momo's disappearance, he thought of Tongtong, who was covered in blood, and his empty eyes that had never been closed.
Tongtong, are you okay there? If you need anything, just give me a dream and I will definitely buy it for you. Zhang Hengu wrote.
Zhang Hengu wiped away his tears and found that he had already written a lot of words in his diary. With a long sigh, Zhang Hengu knew that if he had not been lucky, he might have gone there to accompany his companions.
But he doesn't know Zhang Momo's life and death. If he leaves like this, what will Zhang Momo do when he comes back?
Zhang Hengu really couldn't let go of Zhang Momo.
Zhang Damin, you won't blame me over there, right? Zhang Hengu thought of Zhang Damin again.
Zhang Damin's death gave Zhang Hengu an unprecedented stimulus. He was a good man, but he was gone. And all of this was entirely caused by Zhang Hengu's involvement.
I'm sorry for brother Damin. If I have a chance, I will avenge him. If I can't avenge him, I will also treat Damin's son well.
While writing this, Zhang Hengu heard the loud voice of Director Zhang outside, imitating a duck: "Teacher Zhang, Zhang Hengu, please open the door if you have something to do."
Zhang Hengu looked at the last line of this piece of paper, so he wrote again: Director Zhang, I've taken a note of you.
Putting away the notebook, Zhang Hengu opened the door and saw Director Zhang standing at the door. Director Zhang grinned at Zhang Hengu, so frightened that Zhang Hengu lowered his head, as if he wanted to bite him under the moonlight. Director Zhang
They squeezed in, sat down in a row, and said, "My eldest nephew, you are also a member of the country now, so you have to make some contributions to the village, right?"
Zhang Hengu didn't understand what he meant. Director Zhang stuck out his mouth and said, "Come on, can you get Uncle San a cigarette to smoke first?"
Zhang Hengu only smoked a lot, especially after Zhang Damin choked to death on cigarettes in the police station. He basically stopped smoking. He looked around and couldn't find a cigarette, so he had to say sorry that he didn't have one.
"Go, go, I've come all the way here, why don't you go to the small supermarket outside to buy a pack? Forget it, forget it, the supermarket has closed early at this late hour, so I won't be the same as you.
, and state workers..." Director Zhang looked disdainful. It seemed that Zhang Hengu, a people's teacher, was not in his eyes at all.
Indeed, in the Dai Gang, anything that can bear the word "people" is an industry that is infinitely glorious and great, and it is also an industry that makes selfless contributions without asking for anything. Only by giving these industries a free top hat can people wear it.
Will be deceived into this profession.
Industries with real status are always preceded by the word "Dai Bang". For example, "Dai Bang Telecom" is called a monopoly. "Dai Bang Electric Power" is called "rich". "Dai Bang Police" is called "powerful". "Dai Gang"...
...As long as the word "Dai Gang" is listed on the label, they are all people who wear public clothes, take the bus, and receive public funds. Anyone with the word "people" is basically the lower class. Just because they are lower than the ninth class, the leader
They felt really embarrassed, so they gave them the title of "people".
"Director, what's the matter with you?" Zhang Hengu had a deep hatred for Director Zhang, but he was the local emperor here, and he really didn't dare to offend him unless he no longer planned to live here.
"There is a road to be built in the village. You see, you are a national worker now. You have to take the lead in whatever you say. It doesn't matter how much money you have. The main thing is that you have to take the lead."
It turned out that it required money, and Zhang Hengu felt so cold. He had only been working for a few days, and even though he was labeled as a people's teacher, he didn't get a single penny of real salary. For those limited hours of work, he had to pay
Various insurances, signing up for continuing education, donations here and there, and... the money I received was not as much as what I earned from working. I didn't expect that being a national cadre would actually lead me.
It’s okay to take the lead in other things, except for donating money. God knows where all the money went. Although Director Zhang is not young, he is full of energy. It is not impossible to find a lady with this money. It will not be made public.
It is impossible not to spend money carelessly, let alone people like Zhang Minsheng. In the past, people would say that no one dared to touch donations. Nowadays, there is no money that no one can touch - as long as it is money
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