The blackboard is actually a black board, hanging precariously on nails. There is no blackboard eraser, so a rag soaked in water is used instead. There are a few tables, chairs and benches placed crookedly on the uneven soil floor.
The village chief explained that because families who have the means go to primary schools in towns twenty miles away, the children of some families in the village who are too poor simply do not go to school and do farm work for their parents at home, so only a small number
of children come to school.
There are very few children coming to class, and it is too difficult for the government to provide funding, so no one is interested in running a school. Teachers teach casually and children learn casually. Therefore, the school has become worse and worse over the years.
Seeing the cracks near the corners of the wall, Ningxia agreed with the village chief's statement.
However, she has always believed that the deep-rooted traditional thinking of the Chinese people is that no matter how hard it is for children and how poor they are for education, it seems that they have not yet been assimilated.
"Then, where do your teachers come from?"
"There are no teachers. The teachers here are all farmers who have studied for several years when they were young." After saying this, the village chief suddenly paused, looked at Ningxia and said, "Teacher, we really have one here."
Teacher Liang, like you, is from a big city and has settled here for more than ten years."
Ningxia was very surprised. She didn't expect that someone would actually come here to settle, so when the village chief said he would take her to meet him tomorrow, she agreed without hesitation.
At the same time, because of her chivalrous character, she volunteered to the village chief to teach English to the children in the village.
She officially started work in the afternoon. Seeing the childish smiling faces, Ningxia felt her blood rush to the top of her head, as if she was cultivating tomorrow's pillars for the country.
Ningxia finally understood why so many people wanted to praise teachers, comparing teachers to hard-working gardeners and selfless candles. At this moment, she, a half-hearted teacher, stood on the podium of a dilapidated classroom and truly felt the holy radiance shrouding her body.
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Children are very smart and eager to learn by nature, and Ningxia is a teacher who likes to mingle with children, so the classroom atmosphere in the two afternoon classes was harmonious and lively.
After class, Ningxia simply assigned homework.
The children picked up their parents' handmade schoolbags and waved to Ningxia one after another. The childish teacher's goodbyes made Ningxia smile from ear to ear.
She thought narcissistically that she was really made to be a teacher. If she couldn't survive in the company in the future, she would switch careers and devote herself to education. Maybe she would be able to accomplish something!
After standing in the classroom and thinking about it for a while, Ningxia went back with her textbooks in a good mood.
A good mood means a good appetite. Ningxia wanted to eat something human food today, so she discussed with the old lady and asked her to cook dinner.
The old lady was naturally embarrassed to let her, a tenant, take action, but Ning Xia insisted, so there was no choice but to let Ning Xia go.
The old lady's daughter-in-law stood aside and said in a strange tone, "What kind of dish can a person from the city know how to cook?"
Ningxia was choosing the dishes, puzzled by this woman's three views, and then thought considerately that most people have a hatred of rich people. Maybe this woman's psychology is similar to that of Qiu Fu, and she has some feelings for someone from the city.
bias.
However, when the table full of dishes was served, the old lady and her son ate heartily, while the old lady's daughter-in-law couldn't help but pound the rice grains on her face.
After finishing the meal, the old lady's daughter-in-law casually rubbed her hands still stained with dishwashing liquid on her apron, and walked toward Ningxia in embarrassment.
Ning Xia smiled and asked, "Sister, what's the matter?
The old lady's daughter-in-law had a dark face and a voice as low as a mosquito, "Sister, the dishes you cook are really delicious, can you teach me." Afraid that Ningxia would not understand, she continued to explain.
He said, "I wanted to learn it because they both ate so deliciously."
Ning Xia was always a talkative person and immediately nodded readily.
The woman smiled widely, and her white teeth looked particularly healthy, "Thank you, sister!"
Ningxia smiled knowingly, this woman is still simple.
Because of the agreement with the village chief, Ningxia was taken to Teacher Liang's house by the village chief after breakfast the next day.
When Ningxia saw Teacher Liang for the first time, she couldn't find a suitable word to describe it. How should I put it? Even though she was wearing rough and simple clothes, she couldn't hide her calm temperament, as if she was from the European Middle Ages.
The woman coming out of the oil painting is quiet and elegant.
A poem describes it as being able to emerge from the mud but not be stained, to wash away the clear ripples but not be evil.
Ningxia couldn't tell her true age, but judging from her calm and weathered temperament, she was at least in her forties.
Teacher Liang was very friendly. When the village chief explained Ning Xia's purpose, she immediately enthusiastically invited Ning Xia to come in and pour tea and water.
Ningxia looked around the small house where she lived. The windows were bright and clean, the bed was as clean as new, and there were several foreign books on the self-made bookshelf. Ningxia sighed in her heart, she looked like a woman with an extraordinary background.
Seeing that Ning Xia's eyes were wide open, Teacher Liang smiled sheepishly and said, "This place is a bit crude, which makes you laugh."
Her voice is calm and warm, very nice to hear.
Ningxia also smiled and replied, "Simple or not, it's just a place to sleep, so what does it matter?"
Teacher Liang nodded appreciatively, "Yes, although this is a simple place, and although the transportation is backward, the people are simple, and it is surrounded by mountains and rivers. At least in my eyes, it cannot be compared to any other place."
Ning Xia nodded, thinking that Teacher Liang was really a woman with a story.
She sighed in her heart, wondering what kind of disaster a woman with such a beautiful background and a strong scholarly aura must have experienced to see through the world of mortals and come here to live in seclusion.
Ningxia originally felt pity for her, but when he noticed the naturally satisfied smile on her lips, he felt that he was being too preoccupied. Everyone has different pursuits. Maybe this teacher Liang's pursuit was this leisurely life in Nanshan.
Ning Xia chatted with her very well, and Teacher Liang obviously liked Ning Xia, a lively and real girl. The two talked about life and the past, and the sun went down before they knew it.
Teacher Liang glanced at the slowly setting sun and said, "Little girl, I feel that your heart is not here. You must be here to avoid something."
Ning Xia didn't shy away from it. Having nowhere to talk to her for the past few days made her involuntarily speak to this teacher who was as warm as a mother, "Yes, I came here to escape from certain things, even though I knew I would have to go there one day."
Faced with it, but I still chose to hide here."
Teacher Liang smiled, neither affirming nor denying, "Some things are indeed difficult for us to face, and escaping is also a smart way, but the only thing is that one day you choose to face it, you have to force yourself
brave."
Ning Xia thought for a moment and suddenly smiled, "I know."
In the next few days, Ningxia's life was as peaceful as water. In the blink of an eye, it had been more than a week since she came to this small village. Every day, apart from teaching English to the children and playing games with them, she also went to chat with Teacher Liang. It was a very leisurely time.
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On this day, Ningxia was sitting on the grass still watching the children playing. She looked at the stream and thought in her heart that she should go back.
After all, he couldn't stay here forever, so Ningxia made up his mind.
In the afternoon, she was on her way to find the village chief, who happened to be looking for her in a hurry, "Girl, I finally found you."
"What's wrong?" Ningxia asked doubtfully.
"Girl, did you offend any bad people in the city?"
Bad guy? Ningxia didn't understand what the village chief was talking about and shook his head blankly.
The village chief couldn't control that much, so he pushed her anxiously, "Girl, you are still confused. The mayor and county magistrate of the city came aggressively, with a large group of people, and there were cars lined up.
Half a mile long, he said he was looking for a girl and brought a portrait with him. Isn’t that you? Okay, girl, I don’t have time to say much now. I’ve seen it all these days. I know you.
He is a good man, so you should leave as soon as possible, and come back when you have time. Hey, you better not come back, in case you are caught by those bad guys again..."
Looking at the tearful look of the village chief Kuai Lao, Ningxia was completely confused as to what this was all about.
Ningxia hurriedly grabbed the village chief's arm that was waving excitedly and asked, "Village Chief, what's going on?"
Seeing her confused look, the village chief couldn't help but blurt out and asked, "You, have you really not offended anyone?"
Ningxia shook her head firmly.
The village chief was a little hesitant and said to himself, "Did those people find the wrong person? They were not looking for you."
Ningxia wanted to ask something more, but suddenly there was a sound from one direction, the sound of a group of people walking around.
The man in the lead has a black shirt and a tall, familiar figure...
Ningxia was stunned.
He came anyway.
Lei He stood there, and a group of senior officials behind him looked at each other in confusion when the prince stopped. After exchanging a few glances, they also stopped and did not dare to take a step forward.
Ning Xia looked at Lei He. He seemed haggard. His eyes had blue-gray shadows and seemed to be slightly sunken. His beard was bruised and his shirt was wrinkled, as if he hadn't changed it for many days.
The village chief looked at the weird and wonderful atmosphere in front of him, and he pretended to be a wooden man like many supporting actors and remained motionless.
Suddenly, Ningxia's eyes became wet, and then tears flowed out like a flood from a dam.
As soon as she cried, Lei He's heart clenched and he stretched out his hand, "Ningxia..."
Ningxia's brain regained consciousness.
Lei He came to see her, but she still had the face to see him. She was already unclean...
Could it be that he came here to ask questions? It must be so, otherwise he would have no reason to come to her. He felt that she must be dirty. Even if he came, she would not have the face to go back with him. The scandal photos of her and Li Mo would probably be all over the sky.
Fei, what qualifications does she have to be with him? Ning Xia's heart almost aches with blood...
Ningxia was thinking wildly, her heart seemed to be burning with a blazing flame, and her reason gradually forced her to make a decision.
Ning Xia raised her hand to wipe away her tears, made an action that no one expected, and ran in the opposite direction to Lei He...
Lei He's eyes darkened and he shouted angrily, "Damn woman, stop right here!"