The small characters on the red paper say everything is normal. The geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water. It’s hard to convey this feeling of melancholy.
The sun is leaning against the west tower, and the distant mountains are just opposite the curtain hooks. The human face is nowhere to be seen, and the green waves are still flowing eastward.
There was a wind blowing from the window, which was warm but not cool, and ruffled his hair that had just reached his ears.
The young head teacher raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his hands and clasped them lightly, glanced at the familiar calligraphy and painting, and then looked out the window.
Outside the window, there are clouds passing by, white and transparent, like a wisp of smoke, floating in the blue sky.
Such a clear sky suddenly reminded him of that book of Song poetry that was imprinted with time.
That was given to him by Teacher Wang before the summer vacation for his second grade.
But now all I can think about about Teacher Wang is the yellowed book of Song poetry.
A crisp bird song suddenly came over.
The young head teacher blinked, but found no trace of the bird enclave, but the sound was still real.
As Mr. Tai said, I leave no trags i I am glad I have had my flight.
There is no Teacher Wang in his world now, but Teacher Wang remains in the memory of his life that cannot be ignored.
"The autumn light of a silver candle of the same quality, we can ride through the coolness of the heavenly steps together."
We had made an appointment, no, it was his unilateral belief that if one day he returned to his hometown in fine clothes, Teacher Wang would definitely be proud of him.
So, after leaving Liu Elementary School, he met Teacher Wang when he was at Zhenxi Middle School. Teacher Wang always smiled and said, "I hear your grades are good now."
Hearing this, he nodded, smiled, and responded: It's not bad.
Teacher Wang nodded and smiled, looked at the intersection in the distance, then looked back at him, and said lightly: Although, Principal Li and I don't think much of you...
What? The smile on Xiao Wang Yang's face froze instantly. Is he his biological child?
Ahem, are they students who were taught by themselves?
You actually said you don't think highly of him?
That year when I was in second grade, during those two years, I looked at him and smiled like a nympho every day. Could it be his imagination?
The expression on Xiao Wang Yang's face suddenly became rich, and he glanced at Teacher Wang.
I actually deceived him for two years!
Also, Principal Li doesn’t think highly of him? He doesn’t believe it?
Xiao Wang Yang curled his lips and glanced down at the muddy path at his feet. Teacher Wang was trying to sow discord between him and Principal Li.
In his memory, Principal Li took a fancy to him and allowed him to enter school at the age of six. After all, other children only entered kindergarten classes at the age of seven.
What's more, when he was in fifth grade, Principal Li personally taught him math.
Ahem, although Principal Li has been teaching fifth grade mathematics, Principal Li always asks him questions in every class.
What do you fancy? What is this if it’s not a special pet?
Teacher Wang actually bullied him, saying that he was not favored by Principal Li?!
Xiao Wang Yang raised his head and looked at Teacher Wang, and silently spat at Teacher Wang in his heart, Bah!
I haven’t seen him for half a year, and I don’t want to see him anymore.
"Although I'm not optimistic," Teacher Wang smiled and looked back, "I still have some hope for you."
What? Xiao Wangyang's eyes widened and he rolled his eyes at Teacher Wang.
When will Teacher Wang get rid of his habit of breathing heavily when he talks?
Xiao Wang Yang exaggeratedly raised his hand and rubbed his chest: "Teacher Wang, ugh."
Teacher Wang laughed twice: "What? Go your own way and let others have their say. You can easily influence your mood. Don't blame me for looking down on you."
Xiao Wang Yang:......
Well, it was still the same look that he remembered that didn't want to see him.
"Give me the good one, do well, and come back to see me. After all, I am also your first teacher." Teacher Wang squinted his eyes, "If you do too badly, if you can't pass the normal secondary school, don't come to see me."
La, I can't afford to lose that person."
Xiao Wang Yang's face turned green when he heard this. He looked towards Teacher Wang and met Teacher Wang's firm gaze. He couldn't help but feel startled. He thought about it seriously and nodded heavily.
He thought it was an agreement between Teacher Wang and him, or he thought it was an agreement unilaterally: wait until he was admitted to the secondary normal school and then go to the teacher to show off.
It's easy to say, but often difficult to do.
The high school entrance examination was over, and his results were unexpectedly good. Among the more than 400 students in the school, he was admitted to Jingyun Secondary Normal College with the second highest score in the school.
While he was happy, he forgot to share this joy with the person who said that if he did too badly, he would be embarrassed by that person.
After four years of separation, he originally thought that the three years were over and he could return to his hometown. However, the head teacher told him that the school has implemented a five-year teaching system for outstanding students. After graduation, they can teach in middle schools. Otherwise, you can continue
Two years of study?
Xiao Wang Yang, oh, no, Wang Yang, a young man who was already sixteen years old, raised his clear eyes and looked at the class teacher again and again.
The young head teacher looked a little unnaturally at him. He lowered his head slightly, then raised his head again and patted him on the shoulder: What are you looking at? They are all men. If you look again, your eyes will be dug out.
Listening to the class teacher's fiery words, the handsome young Wang Yang suddenly remembered the story of that distant era.
In that long-ago era, there was also a person who often looked at him. What was he looking at? He didn't know how to study hard. He was so bad at it, and he couldn't afford to lose that person.
The handsome young man Wang Yang couldn't help but laugh when he looked at the young class teacher in front of him. He thought of Teacher Wang many years ago again.
It's just that I haven't seen him again for a long time.
He suddenly realized that he had always remembered Teacher Wang's words, if he did too badly, he would be embarrassed by Teacher Wang.
He suddenly wanted to go home and see the person who taught him for two years, laughed at him for two years, and criticized him for two years.
During the May Day holiday, in the large waves of wheat, he saw that familiar figure, busy in the fields, just like other villagers, waving their arms to apply medicine to the wheat.
It looks really decent.
The handsome young Wang Yang twitched the corner of his mouth and walked straight over, blocking the person in front of him and blocking the sunlight on the left front of the person.
The man turned and looked at him: "What's blocking the road? This is where you stay, get out..."
Halfway through his words, he stopped.
The handsome young Wang Yang couldn't help but grin, showing eight white teeth.
Get out? Teacher Wang Yang actually told him to get out? It was too disrespectful to him.
Wang Yang, a handsome young man, wanted to turn away and leave, but after thinking about it, he endured it.
He came here specifically to see Teacher Wang today. How could he just leave as soon as he could?
Moreover, Wang Yang lowered his head and looked at the ground at his feet.
The wheat fields around him were almost ripe. He was standing on the stalks in the field. He really wanted to follow Teacher Wang's instructions and roll up. He was determined to destroy the crops that were about to be harvested.
Wouldn’t half a year’s hard work have been wasted?
"Teacher Wang, there is no way to escape here?" Wang Yang, a handsome young man, grinned, "How about I escape somewhere else?"
"You, who are you?" Teacher Wang looked at the handsome young Wang Yang and was a little confused for a moment.
What this bastard said sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember it for the moment.
Teacher Wang blinked and glanced at the handsome young Wang Yang again. This kid looked too fair. Where did he come from?
Does he know him?
It looks like this guy is an acquaintance, but he really doesn’t remember it!!
He is a man with many talents all over the world. He has gone through fifty-three springs, summers, autumns and winters in his life, and he remembers that there are really more and more people.
There are too many to list.
But whose family does this fair-skinned boy belong to? Is he his student?