She smiled and said: "Yes. I used to say this: I don't care what other people think, I can do whatever I want. But now I won't say that because I simply can't not care about others.
how to think."
At this time, my heart was suddenly touched by something inexplicable, "Chenchen, if there is a chance in the future, I really want to go back to college to work. Then we will live here and experience this every day.
Kind of simple.”
She shook her head and smiled: "You will be like the school director by then, because our bodies and minds will have already aged by then."
I sighed, "Yeah. Sometimes I think that most of us have never paid attention to the changes in our lives. Whenever we see our parents getting older and see the old people around us, we take it for granted.
But I never thought that they were once as young as us."
She looked at the time and said, "Let's go, let's not sigh here. Your wonderful lecture is about to begin."
We arrived at the academic hall five minutes early, and it was already full of people when we entered. This hall can accommodate more than 500 people, and it is now full, and more people are arriving one after another.
I found that many of the rows in front of the hall were filled with familiar faces. They were all division-level cadres and teachers of the school. A few seats in the middle of the first row were still empty, and they were reserved for school leaders.
The director of the school office came to me and said, "The school leaders will be here soon."
The director of the school office arranged a seat for Chenchen, right next to the front row. I went to greet those familiar faces enthusiastically.
Not long after, the principal came, as well as my old acquaintance, Vice-Principal Lao Song. I went to greet them politely, "I didn't expect so many leaders to come. I'm so nervous."
They all laughed. Principal Song said: "We should be the ones who are nervous. It seems that we have made the space smaller today. If I had known it, we would have arranged it in the auditorium."
I hurriedly said: "That's good. I'll be more nervous if the place is bigger."
The principal said: "Every cadre meeting held by Mayor Feng must have more than this number of people, right?"
I smiled and said: "It's almost the same, but the cadre meeting I held is different. They are more obedient than the students."
They laughed again.
After the principal took his seat, Vice-President Lao Song began to deliver tonight's lecture. He first introduced my resume, and the first thing he talked about was my current position, and then he introduced my experiences in the medical university. Finally, he
Said: "Now, let us welcome Mayor Feng with warm applause to give a lecture to everyone."
There was a sudden round of applause.
I went to the podium and looked at the audience below with a smile. After everyone calmed down, I started today's lecture. I said: "Good evening, everyone... First of all, I want to correct President Song's introduction to me just now.
, because here, I am not the director of the Dongjiang Management Committee of Jiangnan Province, nor the mayor of Dongjiang City. My name is Feng Xiao, and I am a student of all the teachers here and a senior of all my classmates, that’s all.”
Someone below started to applaud, and then the applause broke out again.
I continued: "My surname is Feng, which is the surname left by my ancestors. My father named me with the word 'laugh'. His hope is that I can always laugh at life, but I found that I really want to
It is indeed too difficult to laugh in life, because the world we live in is full of too many joys and sorrows, and human relationships.
In fact, each of us is the same. We inherit the blood of our ancestors and carry the hopes of our fathers. However, each of us lives in the world we face. Therefore, each of us has two distinct characteristics.
Different things, that is tradition and rebellion.
Maybe you think that I have taken today's topic too far from the beginning, but that is not the case. In order to explain what is the spirit of our medical students, I will first tell you two stories -
In 1536, outside the city of Louvain, Belgium, there was a gallows dedicated to executing prisoners. After executions during the day, the corpses that no one came to claim at night were hung on the rack like gourds. As long as the wind blew, the dead people would gently hang on the rack.
Playing on the swing, surrounded by wild grass and graves, flickering will-o'-the-wisps, even those who have eaten the courage of a leopard dare not take a step closer here at night.
A few thieves had just been executed that day. During the execution during the day, the soldiers' swords were shining and they were so majestic. The crowd of onlookers was also bustling, fearing that they would not be able to squeeze in front of them.
But when the noose was pulled up, the dead man's tongue stuck out. Soldiers and civilians quickly dispersed in an uproar, turning around and running away, fearing that the dead ghost would possess them. After a while, the sun set, the moon rose, the stars moved, and in the blink of an eye it was late at night.
At that hour, a waning moon hangs like a hook in the sky.
At this time, the wind stopped, and the city wall showed a huge black shadow under the moon. The corpses on the gallows were straight and hanging like a few popsicles. The surroundings were so quiet that everything seemed to have solidified, and nothing existed.
There is only invisible terror.
Suddenly there were several dogs barking under the city gate, and the crouched sentinels on the city wall leaned out and looked outside. There was no movement, everything was as usual, but even quieter. Unconsciously, there was a cold feeling on the back, and he hurriedly huddled under the crenellation.
At this time, a hooded black figure suddenly appeared from the grass under the gallows. He jumped under the scaffold in three steps and two, and pulled out a steel knife from his waist. With a flash in the moonlight, the noose was cut, and a
The body fell straight down like it was falling vertically into the water on a diving platform and was planted in the grass.
The man stuck the knife into his waist, grabbed the dead man's arms, put his back on his pocket, and ran away. At this time, the dog barked again, once, twice, and suddenly the barking became a chorus.
The sentry on the city stood up suddenly and shouted: Who?!
Then I heard the patrolling horse team rushing out from the city gate and chased after him. Carrying such a heavy body on his back, the man walked along the root of the city wall onto a path outside the city. At first he was jogging and walking quickly, but then he gradually lost his strength.
The cavalry was about to catch up, but they saw him tilting his body, and the dead man fell to the ground, and then he flew up and cut off the head with a flying knife. The head in his hand flew into the darkness and disappeared without a trace.
The next day, a notice was posted on the gate of Louvain, sternly reaffirming the old law that those who steal corpses would be sentenced to death, and a large reward was offered to catch the man who failed to steal the body yesterday and actually stole a human head.
At the same time, a secret sentry was set up next to the gallows, determined to detect this strange case. The people in the city talked about this strange thing after dinner and tea, in the streets and alleys.
You said it was the prisoner's family who stole the body, but how could he bear to cut off his head? You said it was an ordinary thief, but how could the head be sold for money... (To be continued)