Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty-Five One Word Becomes a Prophecy
An apartment in the southern suburbs of Jiangcheng City.
The retired old man sat in the yard and looked at the flowers and plants he planted this year.
As a former primary school teacher, Zhang Shunli loved to plant flowers and plants after his retirement.
He likes these flowers and plants.
I especially like watching them grow from buds to blossoming and bearing fruit.
Watching butterflies flying among the flowers always reminds him of his own life.
He is the kind of teacher who takes you from first grade all the way to sixth grade!
One by one, cute little children were brought to him.
Then, they grew taller and graduated from his class with childishness.
Year after year, day after day.
From a high-spirited young man, his temples gradually turned gray. Then one day, the leaders of the school came and the leaders of the city's education bureau also came.
They all said: Teacher Zhang, thank you for your hard work, congratulations on your retirement!
oh……
Zhang Shunli was stunned at that moment.
retire?
A teaching career of more than thirty years ended like this?
Am I getting old too?
Thinking about what happened two months ago, he sighed.
Jingle Bell……
The doorbell rang at the courtyard door.
Zhang Shunli stood up and walked to the door.
A postman appeared in front of him: "Teacher Zhang, this is your Teacher's Day greeting card and blessing letter..."
The postman put a large pile of greeting cards and letters into a purple box and handed them to him.
"Oh..." Zhang Shunli nodded: "Thank you for your hard work!"
"It's not hard work!" A smile appeared on the postman's young face.
Then, he bowed deeply to Zhang Shunli and then said goodbye.
This has been a tradition of the federal empire for thousands of years.
Respect teachers and value education!
The social status of teachers is very high!
In the councils of ministers and officials at all levels, a considerable number of members have been selected from teachers.
Holding the purple box, Zhang Shunli walked back.
"It's Teacher's Day again..." he said softly. This was his first Teacher's Day that he had not celebrated in school.
Retired teachers are more or less not used to it.
He took the box and sat on an armchair in the yard.
Then I opened it, and it was filled with thick greeting cards and letters.
Over the past thirty years, I have led almost seven classes and sent almost 300 children to junior high schools.
The oldest among them is already in his forties, and the youngest is only six years old and has just entered the first grade...
So greeting cards come in many forms.
Some are small and some are large.
Some are very simple, some are very ornate.
There are even some greeting cards with some coupons.
Zhang Shunli looked at the greeting cards and letters in the box, and he laughed: "After more than thirty years of hard work, I have finally gained something!"
As a teacher, what he likes most is to see the children he once taught have now become members of this society and can support a family.
This gives you a sense of accomplishment!
This gives you a sense of satisfaction!
So, he sat up straight and prepared to read these greeting cards and letters seriously.
From the greeting cards and letters, he can know how his students are doing now.
"Hey!" Zhang Shunli was suddenly surprised.
Because, the order of greeting cards seems to have changed this year.
The one at the top is no longer a greeting card from his student who is now serving as the Kingdom's Deputy Minister of State in the Palace of the King of the Western Song Dynasty.
It is a greeting card that looks ordinary and unremarkable.
"I have another student who becomes a big shot?" Zhang Shunli laughed.
Although, he actually doesn't care about the achievements of his students.
I just hope they grow up smoothly and don't commit crimes.
But the Imperial Post Office attaches great importance to rituals and rules.
Every year's greeting cards and letters must be arranged in order of status and priority.
Therefore, the greeting card or letter at the top must have the highest status among all students.
Zhang Shunli picked up the greeting card with a smile.
"Let me see, who sent this?"
He held it in front of his eyes and looked at the text on the cover of the greeting card.
This is an ordinary greeting card that can be bought casually on the roadside, and it is also a very standard greeting card.
The students peacefully bowed their heads before paying homage to their teacher Mr. Zhang Gongbao. I would like to congratulate you on Teacher’s Day and wish your teacher: happy holidays, good health, and a happy family...
I showed the greeting card, but there was nothing inside.
I opened it and looked at it, and it was still the same.
Looking at the congratulatory message again, except for the student's name, his own name, and holiday greetings, everything else is printed.
He could no longer remember that he once taught a student named Lingpingan.
but……
Looking at the words and congratulations on this greeting card, Teacher Zhang Shunli suddenly felt energetic for some reason.
It seems that the feeling of youth is back.
Suddenly, Zhang Shunli smelled a scent.
He raised his eyes and saw that the flowers and plants in his yard were blooming.
The garden is full of spring colors and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing!
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Qin An walked on crutches in the empty courtyard.
He looked a little lost in thought.
In a daze, he felt as if he was back in school again.
He stood at the door of the middle school and watched the students walking in one after another.
When students see him, they always lower their heads involuntarily.
Because he is the dean of students, the devil in the hearts of all students!
but……
Looking at the empty courtyard, the former dean of students sighed.
"I'm getting old..." he said, "I'm getting old..."
It has been seven or eight years since I retired.
He misses school more and more.
What a pity, I am old!
I remember that at this time last year, he could still go back to school for a walk alone.
Now……
But he could only use crutches and slowly walk in the yard of his home with the concern and care of his family.
It’s impossible to refuse to accept it!
"Father!" At this time, the son, who had just come back from get off work, was holding a briefcase and a purple box and handed it to him with a smile: "This is the Teacher's Day greeting card and letter you received this year..."
Qin An looked at it and laughed: "There are still people who remember this old bone like me!"
"Of course!" The son said with a smile: "Although you used to be scary... but when the students grow up, they will understand how good you are..."
He had also been a member of the school under his father's rule, and of course he knew that this stern father was famous among the students.
Qin Yantou, Qin Demon, Qin Buqun...
One by one, nicknames were slapped on my head.
However, as students grow up and enter society, some people will always remember it.
Remember, it was under the clutches of Qin Yantou, Qin Demon Tou, and Qin Buqun that they did not go astray and were able to be where they are today!
So, slowly, there were more and more greeting cards and letters.
Qin An, supported by his son, sat on a chair in the yard.
The sun shines on my body, making it warm.
Qin An opened the box.
There are almost a hundred letters and greeting cards inside, which is about the same as usual.
only……
The greeting card at the top has a different person.
He is no longer the student who has reached the rank of Deputy Speaker of the Northwest Governor-General of the Federal Empire.
But a new simple greeting card.
Qin An picked it up and said with a smile: "It seems that I have another promising student!"
For teachers, being able to educate a promising student is always something to be proud of.
He looked at the greeting card and the words on the card.
"The student is peaceful and peaceful and bows his head before paying homage to his teacher, Mr. Qin..."
"I wish: the whole family is happy, happy and prosperous..."
A very simple and unpretentious greeting card.
The writing is neat, but only neat.
Apart from this, there is no superfluous information or any superfluous words.
"Lingping'an?!" Qin An looked at his son. He couldn't remember that he had ever taught such a student.
His son also shook his head, there was no such person in his memory.
Qin An suddenly stood up in a daze.
He looked ahead at the old peach tree in the yard.
It's blooming!
Bright peach blossoms bloom in this season that is not the flower season.
The fragrance of flowers fills the air.
His son, on the other hand, looked at his father blankly.
After suffering a stroke last winter, the old father needed crutches to stand up. Now he can stand up without crutches!
"Father!" he exclaimed: "You stand up! You can stand up!"
Qin An lowered his head and looked at his body.
He tried to take a few steps forward, and every step was steady!
He held the greeting card in his hand and said: "It seems that one of my students has become a great person!"
"A prophecy!"
"This is an ability that only ancient saints had!"
As an old dean for decades, he certainly knows that there are unknown forces in this world.
but……
Can these aliens actually achieve this level of power?
One word dropped and the flowers bloomed, one word sent and the illness was gone!?
It's a pity that he can't remember when he had a student named Lingpingan?
He quickly went to the study where he collected greeting cards, and found the name Lingpingan in every year's greeting cards.
From ten years ago to now...
I send greeting cards every year.
But……
"I watch it every year..." He wondered: "Why don't you have any impression at all?"
So, he sat in front of the computer in the study room, turned on the computer out of curiosity, entered his school's website, and started searching.
Enter the student's name: Lingpingan.
"You have insufficient permissions!"
This is the only result found!
The old teacher understood immediately. He turned off the computer and looked at his son who was walking in.
"Don't tell anyone what happened today..."
"Not a word!"
"This is a state secret!"
But in fact, this was a redundant move on his part.
Because in a few days he and his family will forget what happened today.
Not even the slightest impression will be left!
When they dream back at midnight, they may be able to recall a little bit of their memories, but after all, this is just an episode in their lives.
Like a wave in a river.
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Sitting at his desk, Situ He looked at the numbers that kept appearing on the computer.
1,2,3……
These are the search data of the teacher’s intranet.
"It seems that the target's greeting card really has some magical effect..." he thought.
Otherwise, the search data on the intranet will not suddenly appear.
"Wait for the investigation report..." He turned off the computer, not worried at all about the target's basic information being leaked.
because……
All data and information files about Him have been classified as top secret.
