From teaching to superstar

Chapter 55 Sending you off for thousands of miles, you have to say goodbye

Time stands still for no one.

Hu Yang knelt down, stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears for little Dolma.

"Study hard and try to get the first place in the exam in the future. Next time you come back, the teacher will bring you a very beautiful Barbie doll." Hu Yang said with a choked voice.

"Well, Dolma will be the first in the exam." She nodded vigorously, expressing her determination.

Then he stood up and took her little hand, and walked towards the crowd.

A familiar face with tears of parting.

Hu Yang looked at them silently, wanting to imprint their appearance in the deepest part of his memory and never forget it.

Everyone held back their tears.

Because this is a blessing, I wish Teacher Hu a bright future, fighting the sky like an eagle, soaring into the sky, but sad
He squatted down again, wiped away the tears on the faces of the other seven children, and kept telling them to study hard, and to check their homework when they came back next time.

If you do not learn well, you will be punished by the teacher.
"The teacher also has a gift for you." Hu Yang said after wiping away tears for little Dolma again.

Stand up, close your eyes and nod gently to Dorje Pola, that is the best blessing and prayer.

Back in the room, his tears broke down again, and he picked up the towel next to him and wiped it off well.

Pick up the beautifully packaged drawing paper and walk out slowly.

Come to the eight little guys and share the sketches with them one by one.

The adults in the crowd saw the portrait that seemed to come to life in the hands of the children.

Even if they don't know the painting skills and the knowledge involved, they can fully feel the intentions of Populus euphratica.

Every child's expression and demeanor are so lifelike, a portrait drawn with his emotions.

It can be seen how familiar Hu Yang is with them, he is more familiar with them than their parents and loves these children.

He really educates and loves every student as his own child.

Finally, Aunt Baima cried out a choked sound.

She tightly covered her mouth and ran out in tears.

She was afraid that she would really be unable to hold back and burst into tears.

However, Aunt Baima's departure was like a broken embankment, and people in the crowd kept running out with their mouths covered.

Seeing the figures who kept leaving, Hu Yang wiped away the tears once again welling up in his eyes.

He stood up, turned around slowly, and walked towards the school step by step.

He stretched out his hand and waved gently to the crowd behind, telling them to leave.

"Wow!"

Dolma couldn't bear it anymore.

She ignored Paula's advice, she was really sad.

As for why it is so uncomfortable, little Dolma is still young, she does not know why, but it is uncomfortable.
When Tashi and the others heard Dolma's cry, they pursed their mouths tightly and couldn't pretend to be strong anymore, so they also cried out.

But the portrait in their hands was well protected by them, not daring to let a tear fall on it, it was a gift from the teacher.

The cries of the children made one's heart tremble involuntarily.

The Tibetan man who was not good at expressing his feelings raised his head and slowly left the crowd.

Hu Yang closed the door, leaned his back against the door, closed his eyes gently, tears kept streaming down.

The cries outside and the emotions of reluctance paint the most beautiful picture in the world.

It is also the most beautiful and beautiful music in the world.

The gratitude of human nature is undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

Hu Yang turned his head to the right, that direction is where his wife is buried.

Eyes blurred by tears, it seemed that she was standing in the sky with a bright smile, looking at herself with tears streaming down her face.

Hu Yang's lips moved, but he couldn't make the slightest sound.

I couldn't help stretching out my hand to keep her, but found it was futile
Ten years ago, she said that she only taught here for three years, and then went back to live a small life with herself.

but.
But never thought that she would stay here forever, forever. forever
He also regretted it before, why should he rely on her for everything, and accompany her in everything she wants?

If she had been tougher at the beginning, she might not have come.

However, whoever let himself meet the girl in his life, maybe this is fate.

Or maybe it was because of her kind and loving heart that she completely sank herself.

You can give up everything for her and come to this bitter cold place to teach.

Ten years of youth, come and stay, what stays is hope and no regrets.
After an unknown amount of time, a sad knock sounded from behind the door.

Hu Yang wiped the tears off his face with his sleeve, and opened the door.

"Teacher Hu, it's almost time." Uncle Basang looked at Hu Yang with red eyes and said sadly.

Although he didn't want to knock on the door, he had to.

"En!" Hu Yang's voice was a little low.

I'm leaving after all.

Leaving does not necessarily mean farewell, but I will come back in the future.

Uncle Basang and several others put Populus euphratica's luggage on the bullock cart.

Populus euphratica followed and walked out, the snow-white khata on his chest was shaking gently, carrying good wishes and prayers from everyone in the village.

I saw people standing on both sides of the road.

Affectionate and reluctant, but did not retain.
Hu Yang walked forward slowly, and the people behind also followed slowly.

He stared ahead without looking back, just walking slowly like this
Even the old cow pulling the cart seemed to be able to feel the reluctance and wishes permeated in the air, and dared not make the slightest sound.

There was no other sound but the sound of footsteps.

One mile, two miles.
"Go back, don't send it off anymore." Hu Yang still didn't look back, he stopped and said in a low voice.

The crowd behind did not answer.

Hu Yang gently closed his eyes, opened them, and walked forward again.

they also followed
Three miles, four miles.
"Dorje Pola, go back, take everyone back, you really don't need to send them off anymore," Hu Yang turned and looked at Dorje Pola who was already sweating on his forehead, and persuaded.

There is a time to meet in life.

Sending you thousands of miles, you have to say goodbye in the end.

Seeing Hu Yang's determined face, Dorje Pola finally nodded slightly.

Hu Yang got into Uncle Basang's bullock cart and drifted away.
The people in the village behind did not follow up, but they did not leave either, but stood and watched Teacher Hu leave.
When the bullock cart turned a small dirt slope, the crowd was no longer seen.

Looking at the rear Populus euphratica lay down, silent tears across the temple.

The speed of the ox cart slowly picked up.

Uncle Basang was silent, driving the ox cart earnestly, he wanted to send Mr. Hu to the station safely and on time
The sun dazzled a little, Hu Yang sat up.

Put away the snow-white Hada properly.

Take Tao Xun from the backpack and put it near his mouth.

The melodious tune sounded, and all the sadness melted into the sound of Tao Xun.

Drifting with the wind in the wilderness of Ali Wugen in the snow area.

(End of this chapter)