Chapter 726 Summer is the length of the season, winter is the end of the year
Chapter 727 Summer is the length of the season and winter is the end of the year (first update!)
"Jingle Bell……"
Due to the passage of time, the clear school bell no longer rings in this mountain school.
The students who were looking forward to it have been holding back for a long time under the teacher's instructions.
Finally, with the final instructions, I began to gradually speed up after rushing out of the school gate.
For students who only need to study, this is one of the things that concerns them most besides the scores on the test paper.
It's hot summer now.
The cicadas of the camphor tree screamed hoarsely, and the flowers falling in the wind covered the clean ground that had just been cleaned with a circle of light white.
Most teachers who live in more distant cities are planning to leave tomorrow.
After all, it is difficult to buy tickets today, and staying in the county town for one night is an unnecessary expense.
Teacher Meng is one of them.
A parent just brought some morning tangerines from home and stuffed him with a few.
Just when school was over, Teacher Meng was eating oranges while watching the school gradually turn from noisy to quiet.
A quiet school always makes people feel a little inexplicably melancholy.
I'm probably used to how busy it looks when it's lively.
Just when Teacher Meng was about to call Teacher Li next door to play table tennis for a while, he saw a figure slowly pushing a bicycle outside the school.
Due to the geographical environment, there was no other more suitable and less disputed land around, so we finally chose this higher-lying place.
Starting from the bottom of the gate, there is a steep uphill slope.
The young teacher has a strong body and naturally doesn't care about the slope.
But the teacher was old and probably in some bad health, so naturally he had to push the car down first.
Teacher Meng naturally recognized that person. He was Teacher Xia from the school.
Teacher Meng has a good relationship with him.
As far as he knew, Teacher Xia had been teaching in this school for decades and was a senior teacher.
At this time, in rural schools, except for English and other subjects that require strong professionalism, there are many other subjects that are not certain.
Just like this teacher Xia, he has taught almost everything for decades.
Teacher Meng teaches mathematics. When he first entered this school, he even asked the other party to learn lesson plans.
If I remember correctly, Teacher Meng remembered that Teacher Xia had never taught physical education or English.
The former is probably because the other person is not in good health.
As for the latter, Teacher Meng cannot remember it clearly.
He probably asked the other party, but it was probably too long ago or the other party's statement was not impressive, so Teacher Meng didn't think about it for a while.
"Teacher Xia, just an orange?"
Teacher Meng called to the other party to stop.
Teacher Xia looked back at him, then smiled and left.
Most people are particularly sensitive during certain separations.
At this moment, Teacher Meng actually felt that this farewell might be a little difficult, so he felt a little reluctant to say goodbye.
Teacher Xia has always been a gentle person.
Probably because he was immersed in Chinese language classes for the next ten years or so, the influence of those famous works also gave him a certain gentle temperament.
Until I met Teacher Xia, Teacher Meng had never seen anyone blush with him.
This is quite rare in a place where there are always some bad-tempered parents due to various reasons.
I heard that his wife was not in good health during this period, which made her feel a little worried.
Teacher Meng was wondering whether he should wait until the vacation was about to end and come a few days earlier to visit him.
After all, the two of them have a good personal relationship, so it stands to reason that they should go and see them.
While thinking this, Teacher Meng clapped his hands and threw the orange peels in his hands into the dustpan aside.
It was time for a holiday after all, and he could go back and see.
That trace of reluctance and melancholy quickly turned into the expectation of returning home...
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"Pattering..."
The rain was falling heavily, and the white cloths on the foreheads or wrists of the people around me made it look even more desolate.
Teacher Meng wiped the rain from his face.
He arrived a little late, so he found a place to sit by the corner.
Houses of some years cannot accommodate so many guests.
Therefore, just like the tradition in rural areas, setting up a curtain outside can serve as a place for seating.
Teacher Meng really didn't expect that the meeting that day would turn into a farewell forever.
The passing of a close friend is always regrettable.
What's more, it was the scene of a loving old couple passing away at the same time.
The guests who came and went included Mr. Xia's and his wife's relatives, as well as Mr. Xia's students and the surrounding villagers.
In the crowd, Teacher Meng saw Teacher Xia's son.
It was a young man who seemed a little at a loss.
Teacher Xia and his wife had a son in old age, so they loved him very much.
But now they have passed away together.
I'm afraid the days ahead may be a bit difficult.
Teacher Meng couldn't help but feel a little pity.
But things like birth, old age, illness and death are always beyond one's control.
Just like Teacher Xia, although his body does not seem to be strong, he has spent decades without illness or disaster.
But it was unexpected that he would end up without any illness in such a day.
Of course, from the perspective of the locals, it can be regarded as a sad story, which makes people feel a little sad.
Teacher Meng picked up some food and ate some casually before getting up and leaving.
It was precisely because he was friends with Teacher Xia that he could feel the sadness that was just beneath the surface noise.
Before leaving, he heard someone calling Teacher Xia's son.
At first, Teacher Meng only knew that Teacher Xia had a child, and also vaguely knew some things.
Teacher Xia is not a flamboyant person and he rarely talks about this in school.
Winter?
Teacher Meng stopped for a moment, then walked outside...
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Drowsy...
Hysteresis...
Exhaustion...
The world seems to be falling, but also seems to be rising...
Yi Xia only felt that everything around her was spinning in chaos and disorder.
He wanted to grasp the cold palm at his hand, but he only grasped a piece of nothingness...
Those long-lasting memories began to surface in the depths of my consciousness.
The spark that had been silenced by the dream suddenly began to burn.
Those who are weak...
Those nostalgic...
Those who have been persistent...
At this moment, everything is gradually burning in the gradually swirling firelight, and turns into a lighter and more agile light.
Those things that could no longer be ignited and were heavy gradually subsided.
In the area where the fire was the deepest, it turned into two small, raised earthen bags.
And underneath the earthen bag is the past with changing light and shadow.
The great witch buried the love and tenderness he arose in the world forever there...
In this way, the fire suddenly became intense and raging.
A dull roar that penetrated ancient time came from the end of chaos.
As a result, the image of evil is presented, and the beast of disaster is condensed by flames!
In the earth of the material world, Yi Xia suddenly opened her eyes...