The originally planned return time had to be postponed by one day.
After removing the bandages, the wounds on both arms had scabbed off, leaving traces of light red. It would probably take another two days to disappear.
Chen Fu put down his sleeves. He had no choice but to wear long sleeves to cover up for the past two days.
"Be safe, remember to call me when you get home...and don't look at other pretty girls!"
"laugh--"
"Hmph, don't laugh, I'm serious..."
"yes!"
…
Because they could go home directly on the same bus, Chen Fu and Song Xiao'e said goodbye temporarily at the District Government Station. Although they were reluctant to say goodbye, they could only endure it.
Overall, it’s a pretty good travel memory.
The arrival of the train means that this summer vacation trip has officially come to an end. Although there was an accident and a slight flaw, the wonderful moment is more worth remembering. At least, Chen Fu felt that his understanding of Song Xiao'e, both personally and personally.
My heart has become deeper.
Is this the first step in meeting the parents?
Chen Fu thought so. He had a good impression of Song Xiao. At first, he thought he would be a difficult person to deal with. Surprisingly, he was very sensible and much smarter than he appeared. This was unusual for Song Xiao'e.
They are the same, they are both rough-and-tumble in appearance but very attentive. They are worthy of being brother and sister.
The only regret is probably that I didn't see Bi Siwen's end. Although the result was foreseeable, foreseeing it is different from witnessing it with his own eyes. However, Chen Fu didn't care too much, but Song Xiao'e was thinking about it and wanted to kill that guy.
His skin was torn apart and his bones were broken. In fact, she didn't know that Song Xiao was angrier than her, but he hid it very well in front of her. Maybe she also knew? Otherwise, she wouldn't just curse in words, but have no actual reality.
Action. According to her violent temper, if no one takes care of her, she will definitely not be able to sit still.
In fact, Chen Fu has heard some information revealed by Song Xiao. The meaning is probably that Bi Siwen can't run away, but it is unrealistic to kill him, because the other person's background is not simple, like that second master, who lost most of his wealth.
After coming down, the only requirement was to spare Bi Siwen's life. It was already a gesture of acceptance of defeat by the winner and the loser. Song Xiao's side would not be able to kill them all. What he meant was that anyway, according to normal procedures, Bi Siwen would be locked up for ten years.
Eight years is no problem, then just throw him into jail. Anyway, the number of people who have been persecuted by this guy over the years has ranged from one thousand to eight hundred. And once the Bi family collapses, there won't be too many people who want to deal with him. Once he's really inside, Chrysanthemum
I can stab him into a bowl of sea...
However, for some reason, Chen Fu just didn't care too much. To be honest, the last time he was so angry was not all because of Bi Siwen. Occasionally, there might be a little backlog, and it burst out, and
After I vented it, I felt better again.
Under great pressure, endure it, reach the threshold, encounter a breaking point, collapse... This is probably the process, and it is not much different from ordinary people.
"mom--"
When I got home, it was a little quiet.
Chen Fu felt strange. At this time, his mother would usually be at home waiting for him to come back, right? Looking at the time, there was not much difference.
After entering the room, the food was already prepared on the dining table and was still hot. Chen Fu felt a little uneasy and immediately called.
Toot, toot...
"Hello, Mom?"
"Hey, Ayi, are you home? Oh, I'm going back now..."
…
Heaving a sigh of relief, Chen Fu was a little confused. Where had she gone at this time? After asking a few more questions, she said that she had made some soup and sent it to 'Teacher Deng'. Chen Fu was stunned for a moment, and then
I learned from my mother that the Chinese teacher who had taken good care of me and my sister since elementary school was back.
It's been two years, right?
Chen Fu did the math and found it. When he was admitted to the university, Teacher Deng was very happy and gave him a few Chinese classics, which he has not finished yet.
"Is he okay now?"
"Oh, I'm in good spirits, but I've lost a lot of weight..."
When it was time to eat, we started chatting, and my mother sighed repeatedly.
Chen Fu was silent. At that time, Teacher Deng was diagnosed with nasal cancer and was transferred to a large nearby hospital. He stayed there for two full years.
"Would you like to see him tomorrow? He still remembers your studies and asked me how my grades were."
"I'll go over and have a look later."
"Ah? Do you want to take a rest? You can do it tomorrow too..."
"It's okay, I took a nap in the car."
"Oh, that's fine too."
…
Unknowingly, it has been more than ten years.
Chen Fu still remembers that when he was in elementary school, Teacher Deng was only about forty years old, but now in the blink of an eye, he has reached the age of knowing his destiny.
Speaking of which, Chen Fu was still quite touched by his experience. I still remember that in elementary school, he was still very popular as a senior teacher, and he was a kind and responsible type who got along well with students. He was very popular with students and parents.
He was once a star teacher.
pity……
It was a joy to be promoted, but when he was promoted to vice principal, everyone thought it was time for him to make his mark, but unexpectedly, it was the beginning of his rapid decline. He was transferred from the first-tier primary school to the second-tier primary school, then from the second-tier primary school to the third-tier primary school, and then from the second-tier primary school to the third-tier primary school.
He went to a rural school, and eventually even the rural primary schools were banned and had to be transferred back to adult education as a clerical staff... In just a few years, he disappeared from his familiar position, and finally he could only leave in depression...
And all of this was just because he reported his superiors' illegal outsourcing of canteens with his real name, which resulted in serious deductions for children's meals... At that time, everyone was regretful, angry, and sympathetic. Some supported him and applauded him, while others praised him.
She felt that he was stupid and unworthy, and even his wife broke up with him because she couldn't bear to be disturbed... However, no matter what, it has been diluted with the passage of time. In the past ten years or eight years, the whole world
Everything has changed, let alone people. Today, not many of those people from the past can still remember him.
However, it would be nice to come back.
Although it is not a deep relationship, I was taken care of by him when I was young. In a few years, I have established a mentor-disciple relationship. In fact, Chen Fu didn't think much about it in the past two years.
Yes, I just thought that if there is no news, maybe it is the best news.
Quiet study room.
Chen Fu walked a street and stopped at a fork. In front of him, there was a banyan tree, a small shop, a room of used books, a set of tables and a pot of tea.
The old man was sitting inside, reading a book.
Chen Fu may have passed by from the side, and he almost didn't recognize this former Chinese teacher. He had been seriously ill for two years, and his hair had turned white. He used to be considered steady, but now he is a little thin, and he has an added look of pessimism.
He looks like an old man in his sixties.
"teacher."
"Huh?" The old man turned around when he heard the sound. When he saw him, he frowned and took a closer look. After a few seconds, he showed a look of surprise, "Chen Fu?"
"Well, it's me."
"Back from your trip?"
"Well, I just came back." Chen Fu walked in. The bookstore was not big, only about a dozen square meters, with two desks and several bookshelves, neatly filled with a bunch of old books sorted by door.
.The smell of decaying books and the aroma of tea fill the room, making people feel peaceful.
"That's great. This volunteer trip is very meaningful."
"It's okay..." Externally, Chen Fu has always claimed that he was on a volunteer trip, so he was a little embarrassed.
"Sit down."
"Oh..." Chen Fu came closer and saw that what he was reading was an 'Introduction'.
"What? Are you interested?" Teacher Deng poured him a cup of tea.
"Thank you... um, no..." Chen Fu was a little embarrassed and said honestly, "I haven't finished reading the set of books you gave me last time."
Teacher Deng laughed, "Haha, if you say you've finished reading it, I don't think you should."
Too.
Chen Fu also smiled. Like the Book of Changes, the Tao Te Ching, aphorisms, etc., the words are simple to read, but if you have to understand something, even if it is just a superficial reading, just one book will be enough for several months. Chen Fu looked at him again,
I found that apart from his appearance, which was much thinner, just as his mother said, he was in good spirits. Even better than two years ago. At that time, he was in his prime, but his career had suffered a heavy blow and he was a little discouraged.
It was cold, but now he seems to have seen through it. However, it is not surprising, after all, no matter who it is, if he has experienced life and death, he will probably have some insights.
"Teacher, when did you come back?"
"I came back last week, it's been several days..."
"oh."
"You're going to start school soon, right? This year, you're a junior?"
"Well, it's my junior year."
"Oh, time flies so fast. At that time, you just..."
…
After chatting for more than an hour, it got dark and the bookstore started to get busy.
Because of his good popularity, every morning or evening, people would come to the bookstore to drink tea and chat. It was hard for Chen Fu to keep too many of them. After all, most of these people were about the same age as the elderly, and there were market people and teachers and students. As a younger generation, he
Juniors, we really can’t talk to each other.
The lanterns are starting to light up, and the night is getting cooler.
Chen Fu walked for a while and looked back. In the study room under the shadow of the trees, several elderly friends were drinking tea and talking, which was quite comfortable.