Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 450 The Most Romantic Thing - Perseverance
Shallow?

All memories and imaginations floated up in an instant.

Liu Ruixuan lowered his head, blinked slightly, and his eyes fell on the dark blue hourglass again.

Three years, no, to be precise, two years and four months, 856 days, he can see his cousin.

Taking a deep breath, he casually glanced out of the window, the green campus is already in May, the season of late spring and early summer.

Teacher Zhang on the podium changed from his usual seriousness and happily spoke words of praise for him and the girl in the next class.

When I turned around, I happened to meet Mr. Zhang's gaze. There was a smile between the eyes and brows. Even the three deep wrinkles on the forehead were much lighter and bent into three arcs, showing him With the most sincere concern and smile.

The corners of Liu Ruixuan's lips curled up, he smiled lightly, lowered his head, picked up the Chinese textbook in front of him, flipped through it page by page, and then turned back, until he found what he was going to learn today.

Teacher Zhang said that he hopes that the students will follow his example, study hard, keep their temper well, and don't patronize and play every day. The only way out for rural children is to go to university, go out of Liujia Village, out of Xinxi Town, out of Yunling, how wonderful it is to see the outside world.

Yes.He wants to leave Xinxi Town and Yunling, he wants to go to Jingyun.

I want to see what kind of place Jing Yun is, who has been meditating N times in my heart, walk her along the road, see the scenery she has seen, and feel her feelings.

Liu Ruixuan's small heart is full of joy and motivation for thinking about it.

These three words brought him infinite motivation and his unwavering belief!
Later, Teacher Zhang said a lot of words of praise. Finally, he said that he hoped that all students could be like Liu Ruixuan, motivated, serious, careful, and cautious. Like a noisy bird, it keeps making noise.

The corners of Liu Ruixuan's lips curled up, he smiled lightly, lowered his head, picked up the Chinese textbook in front of him, flipped through it page by page, and then turned back, until he found what he was going to learn today.

In fact, he was quite restless.

Even though I knew I would get good grades, when I actually heard it, I couldn't help but feel happy.

But, mother said, he is going to be ten years old soon, he is an older child, he can no longer be like a child, playing around, let alone like his father, because a few words of other children who don't go well with him will make him happy. Chase and fight in the village.

Niang also said that he is now the squad leader anyway, and he has to set an example and learn to smile to everyone.

Later that day, under the envious eyes of his classmates, he stood up and thanked Mr. Zhang. All these achievements should be attributed to Mr. Zhang, which was the result of Mr. Zhang’s guidance and strong support to him.

He clearly saw that on the podium, the smile on the face of Teacher Zhang, who was over half a century old, froze suddenly, and then turned his head away, facing the blackboard, finished writing the topic, and paused for a while before finally Turn around.

He smiled and sat down.

He knew that Mother was right again.

Pass the credit to others, and you will gain more results; take the problems and difficulties to yourself, that is responsibility and self-confidence.

Later that day, when dusk came, Teacher Zhang called him to his office, took out a beautifully bound idiom dictionary from the drawer, and gave it to him.

He originally wanted to decline, saying that he had a copy, which his mother bought for him from the town, and he had read all the 268 idiom stories in it.

Now, he has given the small idiom dictionary to Xiuxiu for use.

After thinking about it, I didn't say it in the end.

When he saw Mr. Zhang's expectant eyes and maybe mixed with other emotions, he took it with a smile and thanked him.

Teacher Zhang waved his hand, go, prepare well, I hope you can come out on top in the language competition.

Liu Ruixuan nodded with a smile, and really wanted to ask about winning the first prize. This word seems to be used incorrectly. It is obviously the first one to appear on the stage, not the meaning of being the first.

After thinking about it, I didn't ask.

He just smiled and said yes, and walked out of the office with the thick idiom dictionary in his arms.

He thought that if he left, he might be able to get out of Xinxi and Yunxi.

Teacher Zhang behind him, looking at his receding back, took a heavy breath in his heart, then slowly raised his head, and turned to look out the window, where three or five pedestrians occasionally walked by on the road outside the window.

The road used to be a large playground with a newly built basketball hoop and newly dug sand pits.

Teacher Zhang closed his eyes slightly, and then opened them slowly. Maybe, there will be a miracle.

Didn't Tianjiacun pass the exam last year?
Although he didn't dare to expect extravagantly, it's always good for Xiao Rui to have a progressive heart.

Teacher Zhang gently opened the drawer, and there was a letter from Jingyun in it.

That was his former student. The reply letter confirmed the latest news of the Jingyun Mathematical Olympiad class. It still maintains the status quo. Once a year, there are four classes in one city and six counties in Jingyun, with [-] students.

At the end of the letter, I wrote a sentence, thanking my mentor for sending me to Jingyun. I hope that I can meet my teacher here again. Even if I can’t teach the primary school brothers and sisters sent by the teacher, he will pay more attention.Please rest assured the teacher.

Teacher Zhang smiled and closed the drawer again, and also closed all the doubts. It has been eight years, and no student in Liujia Village has been to Jingyun for eight years.

Eight years, so long ago, he seems to have forgotten that he was once the best teacher in Jingyun Primary School.

Eight years, so long ago, he seems to have forgotten that he came to Liujia Village to teach 12 years ago, and sent batch after batch of students to Jingyun's junior high school, even Quan Jing went to the most outstanding Mathematical Olympiad class, Out of 100 people, there are always two or three of his students.

However, the incident eight years ago changed everything.

There are no more outstanding children in Liujiacun.

He can no longer teach outstanding children. As soon as Jingyun was in middle school, it became a dull pain in his heart. The pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe when he thought about it.

But now, Teacher Zhang looked at the figure that had already disappeared at the door of the office, and Xiao Rui's sudden mention brought back the past that he didn't want to touch in his heart.

Either way.

Spring, after all, is here, isn't it?
Teacher Zhang looked at the two-meter-high green pine in front of the office door. Although it was destroyed, it went straight up.

Teacher Zhang, who is over half a century old, sighed heavily, he is old.

What Cao Cao said, the old man is standing still, and his ambition is a thousand miles away.

Teacher Zhang smiled, picked up the reading glasses beside the table, took out a piece of used paper from the left drawer, spread it out, and carefully studied the contents on it.

In the south of the Yangtze River where the apricot blossoms are misty and rainy, spring grass overflows the river embankment.

Time passed in thick newspapers and sections of class.

In a blink of an eye, it was the middle and late May, and the Chinese Newspaper Knowledge Competition and the Mathematical Olympiad Competition came as scheduled.

Through the rain and fog at 3000 o'clock in the morning, and across a [-]-meter dirt road, he headed south all the way to the experimental primary school in the town. To him, that school was just a bridge, a bridge leading to Jingyun.

Jingyun, that distant city should have too many beautiful stories and moving legends, right?Whether, also in the early morning, will there be a patter of rain?

Open your eyes in the sound of walking rain, and look at the fleeting scenery and gray sky beside the road.

Teacher Zhang, who is over half a century old, is riding his bicycle hard, driving him to Xinxi Town, towards his dream.

He said he could ride a bicycle, but Teacher Zhang disagreed, saying that he was just a child and it was raining, so he obediently sat on the back seat of Teacher Zhang's bicycle.

Looking at Mr. Zhang's lobster-like back, struggling to step on the pedals, he felt that his vision suddenly became blurred, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

There are always some people and things that will touch the most fragile string in your heart inadvertently, and then bounce off, making you feel helpless and uncomfortable. A familiar word, a familiar figure from the back, a similar faces.

It will move him, and he can't help but want to cry.

But Niang said that a man should not shed tears easily.

He sniffed, pretended to look up at the sky inadvertently, resisting the urge to cry.

Suddenly, he realized that the tears in his eyes suddenly increased again and fell silently.

He thought of the thick newspaper and the thick idiom dictionary.

Liu Ruixuan sniffed, raised his hand to wipe his face, and held Teacher Zhang's hand at the corner of his clothes. He couldn't help but clenched it a lot, just like holding the most anticipated dream in his heart.

If yes, he hopes that when he grows up, he can be a teacher, like Teacher Zhang, who can be honest with the students he teaches.

And he is sure that whether it is this time or the next time, he will definitely live up to the painstaking efforts and expectations of the teacher.

Run to the place 3000 meters away, with your own expectations, and move forward under the protection of Teacher Zhang.

Looking at the scenery of the drizzle around him, seeing the large green fields hidden in a mist, he silently set a small goal for himself in this silent rain.

Coincidentally, the essay topic for the Chinese newspaper knowledge contest later that day turned out to be——When I grow up...

Liu Ruixuan smiled, saw the school gate from a distance through the window, the familiar figure, and wrote without hesitation: When I grow up, I will become you.

Later, in the misty rain in May, he listened carefully to the lectures and took notes as always, as if no one was there.

Yichuan Tobacco, full of city winds and plums, Huang Shiyu.

Soon, in the blink of an eye, May has passed.June has arrived.

In the large lake outside the village, the lotus has quietly bloomed, and in the misty rain and fog, it has bloomed into a piece of pink letter paper.

It looks like a letter sent by my cousin.

A letter came from my cousin, she said, according to my aunt, Xiaorui is already a little celebrity in Xinxi Town.The last sentence is still, that sentence, she will wait for him in Jingyun.

Still pink letter paper, still inkless handwriting.

Looking at the lotus flowers in a lake, bursts of joy welled up in Liu Ruixuan's heart. After shaking hands, he gently stuffed the letter that had not yet been sent into his pocket.

My cousin already knew what he wanted to say.

There was a voice, and he heard his name not far away. Turning around, he saw uncles and aunts from the same village coming.They said, Xiao Rui heard that your grades are very good.They said, I heard from Mr. Zhang that you are a good candidate for college.

He smiled and thanked, and then calmly disappeared into the sight of the uncles and aunts who went to work in the fields.

On that day, he realized that his unconscious following and rushing, in a certain place in his future, he would see a colorful story, flash through his memory, and wake up a sleeping dream.

But at that time, he was just like that, walking with the teacher together, moving forward all the way.

Later, I discovered that the story had already begun from the moment he set off, and some answers had already been written, for example, persistence.

(End of this chapter)