From teaching to superstar

Chapter 54 It's All Worth It
Hu Yang walked slowly to school with exhaustion and sadness all over his body, and he also casually carried the basket in his hand.

Go back to the room, turn on the light, and watch the salutes that have already been arranged.

Not much, just two tow boxes and two big bags.

One of the tow boxes contained all the belongings of his wife, gifts from her to himself, and preserved clothes.

The other is the various honorary certificates that Populus euphratica has obtained as a teaching supporter for the past ten years, as well as some textbook notes as souvenirs and some personal items.

In the package, there are souvenirs such as the characteristic clothes here and the headgear bought in the town before.

Populus euphratica left many things behind and left them to the people in the village.

In fact, there is nothing. The daily necessities in life are left to the elderly in the village. They can use what can be used and throw away what is not used.

Similarly, Hu Yang also left that big ass computer to Nima and the others.

Two years ago, when the voltage in the village was sufficient, the township education bureau distributed a big-ass computer that was said to be donated by a certain company to Populus euphratica.

In fact, Hu Yang didn't want it, but he didn't want the teachers in other villages and he was too embarrassed to do so.

Hey!
Populus euphratica has touched every place here, three thousand days and nights, or the place where he lived with his wife.

However, he will leave eventually.

However, one day in the future, he will return to the snow area with light and warmth, and return to this familiar place.

As the night gradually deepened, Populus euphratica sat in the room from the classroom, and the cheerful laughter and the sound of reading books from the children in the past gradually disappeared.
He didn't know whether to want time to go faster or slower.

The night is really lonely and long.

Finally, Hu Yang took out a Tao Xun from his backpack and climbed onto the roof where he and his wife used to sit blankly. At that time, Hu Yang hugged her and discussed with her how many children he wanted. She asked Hu Yang shyly if he liked boys. I still like women.

He said that he likes women, who are as beautiful as her mother and as smart as her father.
But in the end, only one person is left here alone.
Put the Tao Xun to your lips, and look at the distant fields under the starlight

The soft sound of Tao Xun (xun) floats in the wind with a little bit of sadness and nostalgia.

Those who are not yet asleep hear the sound.

They all knew that Mr. Hu was thinking about Mr. Song again, and they were used to it.

But thinking that Mr. Hu will leave here tomorrow, and that he may not come back this time, everyone's hearts seem to be blocked by something.

Chest tightness but indescribable discomfort.

Coupled with Hu Yang's somewhat sad Tao Xun sound, some impatient people turned over and got out of bed directly.

Find the chimney in the corner of the wall.

And their wives didn't scold them like they used to, but virtuously and silently lit cigarettes for their husbands.
Their faces were blurred in the smoke, and it seemed that Populus euphratica had awakened some memories.

As time passed, the sound of Tao Xun disappeared.

But that sad thought never disappeared in the wind
The next day, when Hu Yang pushed open the door, he froze.

Everyone in the small village stood quietly on the playground, looking at Populus euphratica who opened the door.

His lips were trembling and his nose was sore.

"What are you doing? Go back." Hu Yang slightly tilted his head and waved his hands, wanting them to leave.

He was afraid that he could no longer hold back the moving tears.

"Mr. Hu, we know you are leaving, and the whole village wants to see you off." Dorje Bola (meaning grandpa in Tibetan), the oldest person in the village, looked at Hu Yangwei and said tremblingly.

In an instant, Populus euphratica's tears couldn't be stopped like a bank bursting.

He no longer hides and conceals his weakness.

No, this is not weakness, but strong to the extreme.

Teacher, what regrets are there for him to reach this point?What's not worth it?
When he left, the whole village gathered on the playground and waited for him early, without making a sound.

Just for sending yourself.
At this moment, Hu Yang really wanted to shout: I will not leave, I will stay, I will stay here forever.

but.
But he saw the eight children standing in front of him, and Dolma's reluctance for the teacher in their eyes.

It is not only a reluctance to bear the teacher, but also a desire for knowledge.

Ten years, I have been here for ten years, how many ten years are there in life?
Even if he continues to stay here, how many children can he teach?

ten?Hundred?Thousands or tens of thousands?

he does not know.

Because he had to admit that his strength alone was too small, like a drop of water falling into the ocean, unable to splash a single wave.

The only way to turn yourself into a bridge is to connect the poor snow area with the outside world.

Only by letting more people pay attention to this place can this situation be completely changed.

Let more children have books to read, afford books, and read with peace of mind
"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Hu, for not leaving the village and staying here to teach the children. Thank you very much." Dorje Pola's old eyes were filled with muddy tears, and he bent over to express his gratitude to Hu Yang.

Thanks to him for staying in the village for ten years to educate the children.

Listening to Dorje Pola's vague Tibetan language, Hu Yang's tears fell faster.

He looked up at the sky, letting the tears flow down his cheeks.

Wenxian, have you seen it?You must have seen it.

Your pay, our pay is worth it, not in vain
What they have done will leave traces. They are not good at expressing, but they can express their most sincere gratitude with actions.

There are no mountains of gold and silver, and there are no herds of cattle and horses sent to Populus euphratica who are about to leave.

But they gave the most precious thing, which is their affirmation of Hu Yang and his wife's ten-year teaching support.

It is worthy of recognition and more precious than countless honorary certificates.

"Dorje Pola, I, Populus euphratica, how can I do it!" Populus euphratica looked at the lovely people in front of him with tears in his eyes.

The naughty children in the past all looked at him quietly.

Even some students who were studying in the county rushed back, they were all students taught by Hu Yang.

"Mr. Hu, our village is sorry for you, but you have stayed." Dorje Bola said in a trembling voice.

Hu Yang knew what Dorje Pola was talking about.

But does he hate it?Perhaps once hated, resented.

However, at this moment, all his hatred and hatred dissipated.

The human heart is fleshy.

Sincerely or falsely, can you not know?

Hu Yang wept, shook his head gently, and said nothing.

"Offer a khata!" Dorje Pola shouted loudly!

"Offer a khata!" The people behind also shouted.

Dolma took the khata from the hand of the elder, raised his head high, with a serious expression, his face tensed, leaning forward and slowly walking towards Populus euphratica.

The five-foot snow-white hada was slowly brought to Populus euphratica by Dolma.

"Teacher, Hada!" Dolma's eyes were red, and his voice was a little choked up.

But she forcibly held back.

Hu Yang looked at this little man, nodded slightly, took the khata with both hands, and put it on his neck.

The breeze blew slightly, and the snow-white hada swayed on the chest of Populus euphratica.

　The writing is very slow. It takes two or three hours to finish a chapter. Don’t rush. I will write the book with peace of mind, and you can read it quietly
　　
　
(End of this chapter)