Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 1138: Good Fortune (Part )

Xu Ting's mother and father rushed to school in a hurry, just in time for the third period at noon!

The couple looked into the classroom and saw a very tall middle-aged man lecturing in front of the podium. He was very tall, holding a book in one hand and chalk in the other, facing away from them and not knowing what he was talking about.

Anyway, they couldn't understand it. The circles on the blackboard were drawn like ghost symbols, and they couldn't understand it either.

Xu Ting's parents looked outside the corridor behind the classroom, walked a few steps forward, stood outside the corridor, and looked at the podium in front of the classroom through the relatively wide window across the three-meter-wide corridor.

"Why don't you turn around?" Xu Ting's mother muttered.

The third grade of junior high school has been divided into classes. Xu Ting said that the class teacher seems to have not changed. However, from the second grade of junior high school to the present, they have been here twice. Once when the second grade of junior high school started. I heard that the classes have been divided. Let’s see who the class teacher is and the classroom. Where; secondly, the school notified Xu Ting to live on campus before the winter vacation last November, and they came to see which dormitory Xu Ting lived in.

I only saw the class teacher once in the two times I came here. Still from a distance of more than ten meters, I took a vague look and knew that he was a male teacher, wearing glasses, quite tall, and wearing a blue shirt.

At first glance, he looks very gentle. I heard that I was assigned here after studying at a university in the city. Before coming here, I taught classes in another middle school for two years.

That should still be good.

With that in mind, they watched the teacher enter the office and took a closer look - the Chinese language office.

Teaching Chinese is good, and the couple nodded. Although Xu Ting's academic performance was not outstanding (not very good), he loved reading since he was a child. He read all the four sacks of books under the bed at home.

Not only did I finish reading it, but when I was in elementary school, I also donated a sack of books to the elementary school, euphemistically called: sharing!

Share a P. Xu Ting's father was so angry that he took off his shoes and whipped Xu Ting in the face. It was a book passed down from his grandparents, the only family heirloom!

The brat actually donated a third without saying a word!

If it weren't for the principal of the elementary school (his distant cousin who is three generations away), although the relationship is far away, the two families are not far apart, 250 meters apart, and there is still a road between five families. ) found him and told him that most of the library in the school was donated by Xu Ting. He was really a good student who was willing to share his love for the school.

Most of the books in the room were stacked upright. He glanced at them and saw that some of them he knew. Ahem, most of them he knew, because they were his family's books.

Each book has his grandfather's personal seal on the vertical spine!

This traitor! He hadn't read them all before he looked at a sack!

Looking at the books in the room, he was furious and asked the principal if he could take the books back. Xu Ting had secretly brought them back without him knowing.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw his distant cousin lose his smile, looked at him seriously, and said to him seriously: Brother, you are such a big man, but you are not as good as As a child, these books will get moldy if placed in your home. At most, they will be read by your three children. Naturally, you will not read them. It will be different if you put them in school. It is not only an honor for you and the eldest child, but also for you. Create opportunities for every child in the school to read, read good books, read classics, and read genuine books. You can't be so stingy. By the way, these books donated by Da Wa are rarely available in town, and even if they are, they are very expensive. You know the conditions in our village. No other school has books. Room, our village is the only one. Xu Ting's father was silent in his heart. He could only hear his cousin's voice coming from as far away as possible: Besides, we mobilize students to donate books. You also know the intellectual and cultural level of our village. There are 200 students in the school, and we have received 120 books, 100 of which were donated by your eldest child. Many people in our village are uneducated and have no books at home.

200? 120? 100? Listening to the data in these books, the anger in Xu Ting's father's heart suddenly jumped up again, this traitor!

The cousin, who was as far away as possible, looked at Xu Ting's father, pondered for a moment, and then changed his voice: Dacheng, this is the end of what I'm talking about. You haven't understood what I mean. What I want to say is, These books should be stored in the school first. When our eldest child graduates, oh, and your third child has also graduated from elementary school, you can take these books back. Schools, after all, teach and educate people, and create conditions for children to study. Although it is hard, it cannot be forced on others, right? Do you think it's okay?

Xu Ting's father didn't reply. He looked around and saw that the books were all sorted into categories and neatly arranged on the wooden shelves against the wall on the left and right sides.

Much better than putting it in a sack under the bed at home.

He had to drag the sacks out from under the bed for a month or two, drag them to the yard, and dump them out in the sun to prevent them from getting damp and moldy. Even so, some books are yellowed and rolled up.

That was during those times when he was posting books, Nizi ran by and started reading them. At first, he looked at them for fun, but later, when he was posting books, he found a few books that he could read, sat aside and started reading. .

At first, he was also pleased. Could it be that the ancestral grave was filled with smoke? Finally, there was a person in the family who could read and read.

Ahem, he just went to elementary school, and he really couldn't get into it. In addition, the conditions at home were not good. After graduating from elementary school, he dropped out of school to help support his family.

I originally thought that his younger brother could study, but it turned out that his younger brother was not as good as him. He refused to leave after he reached the fourth grade. He insisted on learning a trade from his elder brother. Well, it didn't seem like he was good at studying.

As for the only girl in the family, let alone the younger sister. At first, the family placed their hopes on the younger sister. After all, it would be good for the girl to be quiet and read more books. Who knew that after four years of studying, I was unwilling to leave. I wanted to follow the little flowers in the village and go to the neighboring village to learn tailoring.

I was beaten, scolded, and persuaded, but no matter what, I didn't want to go.

The old lady shed tears and looked up to the sky and sighed: Lao Xu, I tried my best. The three children are with you. They are not for studying.

As he watched, he felt a chill in his heart. His mother was leading the three of them, and it was very difficult. He couldn't study because he kept thinking about his mother who worked hard. When he thought of his mother taking the three of them alone, he was still in trouble. When he asked the three of them to study, the words on the book in front of him began to float in front of his eyes.

Instead of being so entangled, it is better to drop out of school when you graduate from elementary school. Dad is gone, and he is the eldest brother like father. When he graduates from elementary school, he will be fifteen, and he will be considered an adult. It is enough if he can read and read.

Ahem, his family was poor and he started studying late. He didn't start first grade until he was ten years old.

Thinking like that, I started to focus most of my time on how to help my mother support the family.

I thought that if I couldn't study, it would be okay if my younger brothers and sisters could study. I just didn't expect that my second brother and my younger sister were not good at studying either.

Later, he suddenly understood that it was not that his second brother and his younger sister were not good at studying, but that their second younger brother and younger sister were both what he had originally thought...

(End of this chapter)