Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 603 The Most Romantic Thing - Different

A pink figure flickered past on the left.

The young class teacher couldn't help but cast a glance, and the next second, he was slightly taken aback.

Now, why did Yan Xiaoyu leave?

Did Principal Li let her go?It was really disrespectful to him.

How does he usually educate them?
Yesterday I told them No. 1000 of the 15 small etiquettes. In public, respect others.

What a waste of time.It's in vain that he praised Yan Xiaoyu yesterday.

Before Principal Li finished speaking, she left straight away, shameless!
What is Principal Li doing?Seeing Principal Li's calm and indifferent face, the young class teacher couldn't help but look away, and twitched the corners of his mouth resentfully.

When he lived to be 22 years old, he didn't accept the climate, so he only obeyed Principal Li.

Looking at the scenery, you can see it so calmly and peacefully, just like the words hanging on the right wall: Tranquility and far-reaching.

He always thought that Principal Li was a low-key person who didn't like publicity, and he even thought that Teacher Zhang was a reserved and deep person.

Now, he understands.

Looking at the chic and elegant handwriting, Liu Xiao, oh no, throughout his student life, the most flamboyant and extravagant people are Li Xiao and Teacher Zhang.

Tranquility, that's Teacher Zhang's name, Tranquility Zhang!
Zhiyuan, that's Principal Li's name, Li Zhiyuan!
Are there two people who are so arrogant and flamboyant?
He hung his name upright in every classroom on campus.

I think back then, the second day of the first grade.

Sitting in the classroom of the first grade, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the top of his head, oh no, there was a painting and calligraphy hanging on the wall he was leaning against.

Like an imperial decree standing vertically, ahem, at home during the summer vacation, I watched too much "Joking about Qianlong".The golden imperial decree with the scroll was their favorite thing to imitate during the summer vacation.

It's a pity that they didn't find smooth scrolls at both ends, so they had to find two twigs covered with old bark to replace them, and a small strip of yellow cloth in the middle, which he quietly took out from his mother's pin money basket of.

Throughout the summer vacation, I had a great time.

And the calligraphy and paintings on the wall are really beautiful.

It was a flat, smooth gray scroll, suspended from small pegs at both ends by two white nylon threads.

There are very thin lines on the blue sky-colored background in the middle. If you don't get close, you think it's just a solid color.On such a blue background, there are distant mountains outlined by lines, rolling up and down; flying swallows with light lines appear lightly in the upper left and upper right corners.

The one on the left is slightly larger, and you can see the appearance of the flying swallow. Even the small black eyes and the very obvious swallowtail are clearly visible.

In the upper right corner, there are dotted lines in the distance, but it can also make people unconsciously think of it: there are two swallows flying from somewhere, and they are in the west of the painting for a while.

In the lower right corner of the blue sky background is a flat boat, sailing, and the water is slightly rippling.

The eight big characters with splashed ink in the middle hit the eyes: Tranquility and far-reaching, indifferent and clear ambition.

The pen is full of ink, and the pen is a dragon and a snake!
After so many years, the calligraphy and painting are still there.

It was still the same as he remembered, nothing had changed.

So much so that, on the first day he walked into the third grade classroom, when he saw the calligraphy and painting, he suddenly had the illusion of returning to his childhood.

That sense of familiarity and intimacy instantly caused misty eyes to appear in the eyes of this beautiful young man who thought he was sunny.

The flowing, flowing handwriting was so familiar that he couldn't help but go back to the past.

That year, when he saw the calligraphy and painting for the first time...

With a face full of innocence, three points naive, six points ignorant, and one point intentional, he asked Mr. Wang, the head teacher of the first grade: Who wrote this?So lovely.

Just don't know a single word!
Teacher Wang curled his lips at him and gave him a sideways glance: the signature has a name.

Little Wang Yang blinked, looked at Teacher Wang, and didn't speak for a long time.

I'm really afraid of what's coming.

This teacher Wang is the one he dislikes the most, the one who doesn't let him come to school.

It's really a narrow road for enemies. Unexpectedly, after just one year of studying, he was bumped into by Teacher Wang and became his Chinese teacher and head teacher.

He, no, likes, likes, this Mr. Wang.

He can also see that this Teacher Wang doesn't, like, like him!
Just now the little girl in front was talking to Teacher Wang, and Teacher Wang was always smiling.

He thought about it, how about he try it and find a word?

Let's see if Teacher Wang still remembers him. If he forgets to sign up, then he will be a grown-up, and he won't care about it like Teacher Wang. From then on, he will be a good student with peace of mind, study hard and make progress every day.

Unexpectedly, Teacher Wang actually gave him a big white eye.

Fortunately, he has a strong heart, and he is used to his brother throwing big eyes at him every day.

He is not afraid, he continued!Let the horse come!
snort!Little Wang Yang hummed in his heart, and glanced at Teacher Wang.

"See what I'm doing?" Teacher Wang glared at Xiao Wang Yang, "Hurry up and do your homework, what time is it, and you're still grinding."

Little Wang Yang blinked his eyes: "Mr. Wang, I can't read, which two words are signed?"

Teacher Wang, who was about to go to the back of the classroom, paused and looked at little Wang Yang: "Study hard if you can't read, look up the dictionary, and ask random questions every day. Why do you think you are a hundred thousand?"

After speaking, he raised his foot and walked to the back of the classroom.

This kid is really worrying, do you think he is an encyclopedia?

Think he doesn't remember?

He still remembers what happened last year.

He wants to see how many waves this little brat who can show off can make.

The day before yesterday I forgot to ask Teacher Miao from the kindergarten class.

Little Wang Yang pursed his lips, stared at Teacher Wang's back for a while, then turned around, raised his head, and looked at the calligraphy and painting above his head.

Alas, it seems that Mr. Wang is still holding a grudge.

How to do it?Little Wang Yang thought about it seriously, and when his eyes fell on the sailing boat, he suddenly smiled.

Just ignore him.

Anyway, with so many students in the class, as long as he didn't take the initiative to come to him, Teacher Wang wouldn't take the initiative to come to him, right?

That's it.

Xiao Wang Yang smiled slightly, staring at the writing on the wall in a daze.

Which two words are signed?There are eight characters in total, are they the first two, the middle two, or the last two?
"Why are you in a daze?" I suddenly felt a weight on my shoulder.

Looking up, Teacher Wang's square face came into view.

Xiao Wangyang thought for a while, blinked his eyes, and replied innocently: "I'm looking for the two words for the signature."

"What are you looking for to sign?"

Teacher Wang rolled his eyelids, glanced at little Wang Yang, and then raised his eyelids to look at the lower left corner of the calligraphy and painting, hehe, there is no signature.

This stinky boy must be looking for trouble!

"Listen to what Teacher Wang said, and look up the dictionary to learn how to read." Little Wang Yang answered seriously, with a naive expression on his face.

Teacher Wang couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, and laughed out of anger.

Hey, Teacher Wang actually smiled at him?A little joy flashed in Xiao Wangyang's heart.

He knew that what mother said was right, that ignorant and childish people are lovable.

Little Wang Yang raised his face, showed seven white teeth to Mr. Wang, paused for two seconds, and then closed them again.

It's a bit windy.

He seemed to be so happy that he forgot that he was in the teething period now, and one of the original eight small white teeth was lost.

"Hahaha." Teacher Wang laughed instantly, and pointed to the lower left corner of the calligraphy and painting, "No need to check, the teacher tells you, this is the calligraphy written by Teacher Zhang five years ago, and the painting by Principal Li."

"Oh." Little Wang Yang nodded thoughtfully, "Thank you, Mr. Wang, you are so kind."

Ok?Teacher Wang was stunned for a moment, paused for two seconds, patted little Wang Yang on the shoulder, turned around and walked to the podium...

"The spring water is as clear as the sky, draw a boat and sleep in the rain."

The young class teacher repeated silently in his heart, which was Teacher Wang's favorite sentence many years ago.

Later that day, Teacher Wang seemed to like smiling at him very much.

And he, too, was content with it. Under Teacher Wang's not-so-good-looking smile, after two years, he reached the third grade...

The young class teacher blinked slightly, the familiar calligraphy and painting, the familiar background pattern of flying swallows and flat boats in the blue sky, and the familiar handwriting.

With one stroke, it looks like a runaway horse soaring into the sky and away from the dust; it is also like a dragon flying in the sky, moving around, coming from nothingness and returning to the void, this almost crazy impulse of primitive vitality contains The aura of heaven and earth.

After so many years, it seems that nothing has changed, and it is still the same.

The calligraphy and painting are also the same, just like what he saw at first.

It seems that everything is different.

Calligraphy and painting are here, Principal Li is here, Teacher Zhang is here, and he is back too.

However, Teacher Wang is gone...
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(End of this chapter)