The Witch of Comprehensive Network: From Azeroth to the Classic of Mountains and Seas

Chapter 727 Summer is the Long Season, Winter is the End of the Year (One more!)

"Jingle Bell……"

Due to the long history, the school bell is no longer so crisp, and it is ringing in this mountain school.

The students who were looking forward to it had been suppressed for a long time under the teacher's advice.

Finally, with the last confession, the gradual acceleration after rushing out of the school gate began.

For students who only need to read books, this is one of the things that most concern them besides the scores on the test papers.

It's hot summer now.

The cicadas of the camphor tree screamed hoarsely, and the flowers falling with the wind covered the clean ground just now with a light white circle.

Teachers whose homes are in more distant cities are mostly planning to leave tomorrow.

After all, it is difficult to get a ticket today, and staying in the county town for one night is unnecessary expenses.

Teacher Meng is one of them.

Just now a parent brought some early oranges from his home and stuffed him with some.

Just in time for school to end, Teacher Meng was eating oranges while watching the school gradually turn from hustle and bustle to silence.

The quiet school always makes people feel a little inexplicably melancholy.

Probably already used to its appearance when it is busy.

Just when Mr. Meng was about to call Mr. Li next door to play table tennis for a while, he saw a figure slowly pushing a bicycle towards the outside of the school.

Due to the geographical environment, there was no other more suitable and less disputed land around, so this place with higher terrain was finally chosen.

From the bottom of the gate, there is a steep upward slope.

The young teacher, with a strong body, naturally doesn't care about the slope.

But that teacher was getting old, and his body was a little weak, so naturally he had to push the car down first.

Teacher Meng naturally recognized that person, he was Teacher Xia from the school.

Teacher Meng has a good relationship with the other party.

As far as he knew, Teacher Xia had been teaching in this school for decades, and he was an experienced teacher.

In rural schools at this time, except for English and other subjects that require strong professionalism, there is no fixed number of others.

Just like this teacher Xia, he has taught him almost every time for decades.

Teacher Meng teaches mathematics. When he first entered this school, he also asked the other party to learn from the teaching plans.

If I remember correctly, Teacher Meng remembered that Teacher Xia should have never taught PE and English.

The former is probably because the other party's health is not very good.

As for the latter, Teacher Meng couldn't remember clearly.

He probably asked the other party, but maybe it was too long ago or he didn't have much impression of what the other party said, so Teacher Meng didn't remember it for a while.

"Mr. Xia, just an orange?"

Teacher Meng called the other party to stop.

Teacher Xia glanced back at him, then smiled, then turned and left.

Most people are always extra sensitive when they are parting.

At this moment, Teacher Meng actually felt that it might be difficult to say goodbye this time, so he felt a little bit reluctant.

Teacher Xia has always been a gentle person.

It is probably also because most of them were immersed in Chinese classes in the next ten years, and the edification of those famous works also gave the other party a kind of warm and moist temperament.

Until meeting Mr. Xia, Mr. Meng has never seen the other party blushing with anyone.

Due to various reasons, there have always been some violent parents, which is quite rare.

Hearing that his wife was not in good health during this time, I felt a little frustrated.

Teacher Meng wondered if he should come a few days in advance when the holiday is about to end, to visit the other party.

After all, the two have a good personal relationship, so it stands to reason that they should go and see it.

Thinking like this, Teacher Meng clapped his hands, and dropped the orange peel in his hand into the dustpan beside him.

After all, it's time for a holiday, so he can go back and have a look.

That bit of reluctance and melancholy soon turned into the expectation of going home...

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"pattering..."

The rain was a bit heavy, and with the white cloths on the foreheads or wrists of the people around, it looked even more desolate.

Teacher Meng wiped the rainwater from his face.

He came a little late, so he found a place near the corner and sat down.

Some old houses cannot accommodate so many guests.

Therefore, just like the tradition in the countryside, setting up a curtain outside can serve as a place for banquets.

Teacher Meng really did not expect that the meeting that day turned into a farewell.

It is always sad when a close friend dies.

What's more, it was a scene where a loving old couple died at the same time.

The guests who come and go include the relatives of Mr. Xia and his wife, as well as Mr. Xia's students and the surrounding villagers.

In the crowd, Teacher Meng saw Teacher Xia's son.

It was a young man who seemed a little at a loss.

Teacher Xia and his wife had a son when they were old, so they doted on him very much.

But now they die together.

In the days to come, I'm afraid it may be a bit difficult.

Teacher Meng couldn't help feeling a little pity in his heart.

But things like birth, old age, sickness and death have always been involuntary.

Just like Mr. Xia, although his body does not seem to be strong, he has spent decades without illness and disaster.

Unexpectedly, in such a day, he died without a problem.

Of course, from the perspective of the villagers, it can be regarded as a sad story, which is a bit embarrassing.

Teacher Meng picked up the order and ate some casually before getting up and leaving.

It was precisely because he was friends with Mr. Xia that he felt the sadness that floated under the hustle and bustle on the surface.

Before leaving, he heard someone calling for Teacher Xia's son.

At the beginning, Teacher Meng only knew that Teacher Xia had a child, and also vaguely knew something about it.

Teacher Xia is not a ostentatious person, he rarely said such things in school.

winter?

Teacher Meng stopped for a while, then walked outside...

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Drowsy...

hysteresis...

Exhaustion...

The world seems to be falling, and it seems to be rising...

Yi Xia only felt that everything around him was spinning chaotically.

He wanted to hold on to the already cold palm, but he only held a piece of nothingness...

Those long-standing memories began to surface in the depths of consciousness.

The spark that had been silenced by the fantasy suddenly began to burn.

those weak...

Those who remember...

Those who have been persistent...

At this moment, they were all gradually burning in the gradually lingering fire, and turned into a lighter and more agile light.

Those that can no longer be ignited and heavy are gradually immersed.

In the deepest area of ​​the fire, it turned into two small, raised earth bags.

And under the soil bag is the past with changing light and shadow.

The great witch buried his love and tenderness that arose in the world forever there...

In this way, the fire suddenly became intense and turbulent.

A dull roar that pierced through the ancient time came from the end of the chaos.

As a result, the image of evil is presented, and the beast of disaster is condensed by flames!

On the earth in the material world, Yi Xia suddenly opened his eyes...

(End of this chapter)