From teaching to superstar

Chapter 65 May I Live Well (Second)
The moment Jiang Jianming stepped into the hospital, Hu Yang also walked into the chanting hall in the thousand-year-old Jokhang Temple, and sat cross-legged on the ground to follow the lamas in chanting.

He was about to leave the snow area, and he couldn't let it go or forget it.

I hope to express my longing for my wife and my love for this land.

Pass it on in chanting.

Pray that she can hear what I have to say to her over the chanting.

I only wish to hold hands again in the next life!

In the ward, the doctor is doing the last work before the operation.

There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the quiet ward, and Dr. Zhou couldn't help but frown.

The door was opened.

Everyone looked out the door.

A man dressed in the 80s, holding a huge radio in his hand, a man with a beard and red eyes stood outside the door.

He looked at his wife on the bed, his lips trembled a few times, and he pressed the play button on the radio with trembling hands.

【Because I love your love】

【Because I dream of your dream】

【So sad for your sorrow】

【Happiness is your happiness】

With a hoarse voice, Jiang Jianming looked affectionately at his wife singing "Holding Hands".
Finally, he came to his wife's bedside, put down the radio, knelt on the ground on one knee, and took out a ring from his trouser pocket.

Take her by the hand and bring her
Chen Yue had already burst into tears, when Jiang Jianming appeared at the door in this suit.

She knew that the man who once held her hand was back.
Hearing his singing, and the ring on his finger.

Chen Yue felt that even if she could never wake up in the future, she would have no regrets.

she didn't choose wrong
Dr. Zhou stopped a doctor behind him who wanted to speak.

For this operation, he still has great confidence in the technique, and the only worry is the patient's will and desire to survive.

Now he is relieved and more confident.

Hu Yang didn't know what happened in Shanghai, and his heart gradually calmed down amidst Jinglun's voice.

Talk about scriptures and Buddhism with the old lamas in the temple.

Naturally, it is not at the level of "there is no tree for bodhi, and the mirror is not a stand; there is nothing in the first place, where can there be dust!".

That's too profound, and it hasn't reached that level yet.

As for pretense, it will definitely be that or something.
These old lamas will discuss with you and make you doubt life.

If you don't have that ability, don't pretend casually.

Moreover, Populus euphratica listens to the other party most of the time, and sometimes talks about his own views on it, as well as some puzzles.

The old lama didn't dislike him, and always answered him kindly.

Finally, after eating at the temple.

I left the Jokhang Temple.

His expression was no longer as sad and reluctant as before.

Go back to the hotel, pack your luggage, check out, go to the airport
It was a good thing that it was not late.

As the plane climbed slowly, Hu Yang sat by the window and watched the smaller and smaller mountains.

His heart that had calmed down in the Jokhang Temple still couldn't help being sad.

Ten years ago, a couple walked out of the cabin holding hands.

Now, only one person leaves alone, and the other stays here forever.

Hu Yang stared blankly at the clouds passing by outside the window.

It is so beautiful under the sunshine.

I'm leaving, and I'll be back next time with a seed of hope.

wait for me
The plane is getting higher and higher, over the clouds, and below is the sea of ​​clouds.

The mountains behind me are getting farther and farther away, I pull down the baffle and close my eyes, thinking about nothing.

The four hour flight was safe and sound.

The protagonist in the novel is always sitting next to a stunning beauty on the plane. Seeing his red eyes, he handed him a tissue and asked him what happened out of curiosity.

I really think too much.
There is indeed a woman sitting next to Hu Yang, but she is an aunt who wears a blindfold to sleep as soon as she gets on the plane.

As for the hijacking of the plane by gangsters, that is even more whimsical. This kind of situation is basically only encountered by people who can win the first prize by buying lottery tickets.

The most common situation is just a bump in the strong airflow.

Of course, the stewardess asked for an autograph, which happened.

But definitely not a swarm of bees rushing over to ask for an autograph or a group photo.

Instead, send a glass of water with a notebook and a pen under it, and ask softly, in a way that will not disturb other guests.

Of course Hu Yang would not refuse their request.

There is no flamboyance, just simple and correct writing in block letters.

This is a habit I have developed as a teacher for ten years.

Because when children are learning new characters, they will always imitate the words written by the teacher unconsciously.

They think the words written by the teacher are the most beautiful.

Therefore, many supporting teachers and rural teachers can write good handwriting.

Instead of bad characters like ghosts.

When the stewardess started broadcasting that he was about to arrive at the Beijing International Airport, Hu Yang and many passengers woke up slowly.

When Hu Yang walked out of the cabin.

The stewardesses standing at the door smiled and said, "Mr. Hu is welcome to take this flight again next time!"

"Thank you, there is a chance." Hu Yang smiled and nodded.

Just got off the plane.

As for the surprised eyes of the passengers behind him, he didn't care and got on the shuttle bus.

Since the previous salute has already been delivered to a classmate's house, there is only one backpack, so naturally there is no need to wait for the salute.

Populus euphratica just came out of the hall.

A clear and happy cry was heard.

"Brother-in-law, here, here."

Following the prestige, the little sister-in-law Song Wenya raised her hand and swayed excitedly.

Looking at Hu Yang with a bright smile on his face.

Hu Yang also smiled.

Going out quickly along the flow of people, I saw her and several of her classmates running over.

"Brother-in-law, you are darker and thinner than the last time you came back." Song Wenya held Hu Yang's hand and pouted.

Hu Yang stretched out his hand to touch her head.

With doting eyes in his eyes, he said: "Little girl, you seem to have gained weight."

"Damn it, I'm not fat, and I'm not a little girl anymore, and don't touch my head anymore, it's embarrassing."

Even so, she didn't take Hu Yang's hand on top of her head.

Instead, there is a feeling of enjoyment.

When I met Song Wenya for the first time that year.

She seems to be a little girl of five or six years old.

Hu Yang bribed her with a popsicle worth [-] cents, and asked her to call him brother-in-law.

"Why don't you introduce your classmates to my brother-in-law?" Hu Yang said with a smile.

"Hee hee, brother-in-law, my name is Chen Xiangmei, and I share the dorm with Xiaoya." A girl in a white skirt said with a smile.

"Hi brother-in-law, my name is Liu Xiaoai, and I share the dorm with Xiaoya." She said while looking at Hu Yang in a sky blue dress.

"Brother Yang, my name is Han Xiaorui. I like your songs very much and I can sing them too." The last girl with light makeup stretched out her hand and smiled.

"Hello everyone, thank you for taking care of Xiaoya, please forgive her for anything wrong before." Hu Yang also reached out his hand to shake them.

Looking around, this is not the place to talk.

And it was getting late.

"You probably haven't eaten, so find a place to eat first." Hu Yang smiled at them.

Then take them out of the airport.

Four little girls followed behind.

PS: That’s all for today, I’m going to go out for a run and exercise, I’m going to be useless after sitting all day, all kinds of cervical spondylosis are here
　Sending off the Prime Minister on Ten Mile Long Street......

　　
　
(End of this chapter)