1990: Starting from Baojia Street

The boss was quite surprised to hear that Wang Zuxian was from Shucheng.

"I know Shu Cheng, your accent doesn't sound like her either."

The dialects of Shucheng and Jinling are both Jianghuai Mandarin and have many similarities, so the boss can tell that Wang Zuxian's accent is not like that of Shucheng.

"I moved later. I never lived there when I was a child, but I can still understand you when you speak in dialect."

Wang Zuxian laughed, took off the scarf on his face, took a sip of the soup first, and then praised, "It tastes really good. It's different from what I imagined. Boss, you are so powerful."

The boss was very happy to receive praise from the customers, "It's nothing special, it's just the same old taste."

The landlady came out of the back kitchen and sat down at another table. She said with a smile, "Come as often as you like. Your boyfriend used to come here often, but then he went to school out of town and came less frequently."

"okay."

"We have a lot of students coming here to eat, and I have an impression of those who come here often. But these students come in one after another, and many of them have never been seen again after graduation. The middle school is fine, but if you go to university next door, Yes, basically few people have been here since graduation.”

"Isn't that for sure? Most of the students in the middle school are locals. Monks who can run can't run in the temple. Most of them are foreigners who go to college. Who can come back to eat a bowl of vermicelli from you?" The boss walked to the door of the store and ordered one. Smoke, he said with a smile.

Wang Zuxian took a bite of the vermicelli and asked Zhou Yan, "Third brother, did you go to middle school nearby?"

The landlady smiled and said, "He must be from Jinzhong. Many of his classmates used to like to come to our house to eat."

Zhou Yan nodded, "Well, I'm from Jinling Middle School. The school is not far from here."

It says it's not far, but it's actually quite a distance, at least ten minutes' walk.

But at that time, many people in their class did like to eat here, especially girls.

Although the portions here are quite large, for most high school boys, finishing a bowl of duck blood and vermicelli soup is really not satisfying, while for girls it is just right.

Speaking of Zhou Yan's middle school, the landlady said with a smile, "Your boyfriend was very popular at that time. Several girls came with him every day."

Hearing what the landlady said, Zhou Yan said quickly, "Auntie, please speak clearly. Those girls are not here with me. We are all here separately."

"They are separated." The landlady nodded.

Hearing this, Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but then he heard the landlady say, "But if you don't come, they won't come either."

"..."

"So you were so popular in middle school." Wang Zuxian said with a smile.

At this moment, the scarf on Wang Zuxian's face was pulled down and his head was raised. The boss's wife was obviously stunned when she saw Wang Zuxian's face, "Oh, I feel like you look like a star."

Wang Zuxian said with a smile, "A lot of people say that, saying that I look like that virtuous actor, but I don't feel like it myself."

She turned to look at Zhou Yan again, "Do you feel like it?"

Zhou Yan curled his lips, "It's a little bit similar."

"I don't know which one you look like, I just feel familiar. Hey, what's so good about a big star? I think you're much prettier than a big star."

"Well, I think so too." Wang Zuxian smiled and nodded.

……

The landlady and the others were more fond of chatting. After Zhou Yan and the others had eaten, they didn't leave in a hurry and just sat and chatted for a while.

After chatting for ten minutes, two more customers came to the store, both girls in their early twenties.

After entering the store, the two girls rubbed their hands and said, "Auntie, two bowls of duck blood vermicelli, don't add the spicy oil. Order them separately for us and we can add them ourselves."

"okay."

Now that business is coming, the proprietress and the others are starting to get busy.

As soon as the two girls entered the door, Wang Zuxian pulled up the scarf to cover their faces.

She and Zhou Yan looked at each other, and then they stood up. Zhou Yan shouted to the cook, "Uncle, aunt, let's go."

The landlady stretched her head and looked outside, "Okay, come back often when you have time."

After Zhou Yan and the others left, the two girls who had just arrived started chatting.

"The one just now seemed to be Zhou Yan."

"Is it?"

"Well, I saw the face."

"Maybe they just look alike."

"Isn't Zhou Yan also from Jinling? Isn't it normal for him to be here?"

The landlady heard their discussion and asked curiously, "Who are you talking about?"

"Zhou Yan, we are a musician from Jinling. He is very famous recently. Auntie, does that person just come to your house often?"

"He used to come often when he was in middle school, but then he came less often when he went to college."

"Auntie, do you know his name?"

"I don't remember. It's not easy to remember the face. How can I remember the name? But I know that he later went to Yanjing to attend university."

"Study music?"

"I do not know."

"Zhou Yan studied at Yangyin, doesn't this make sense?"

The more they talked, the more they felt that it was Zhou Yan, so they became more excited.

Then they felt pity.

"If I had known earlier, I would have just talked to him."

The boss lady was very curious when she heard what they said, "Is he really famous?"

"Exceptionally famous, famous in foreign countries."

"That's pretty awesome..."

……

After Zhou Yan and Wang Zuxian walked out of the store, they found that the snow outside did not get smaller at all, and even tended to get heavier.

The two held an umbrella and walked along Guangzhou Road.

Jinling Normal University was right next to it. Zhou Yan asked Wang Zuxian, "Would you like to take a look around the university?"

Wang Zuxian shook his head, "I would rather go to the middle school you go to."

"Okay, it's not very far anyway."

It's the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, and because of heavy snow, there are few pedestrians on the road.

However, when they arrived at the entrance of Jinling Middle School, they found that there were quite a lot of people.

"Has school started yet?" Wang Zuxian asked in surprise.

"It should be the beginning of the senior year of high school."

Senior high school students race against time. The winter vacation is half a month shorter than that of first and second grade students. School usually starts on the seventh and eighth day of the junior high school.

The start of the seventh day of school means that we have to go to school on the evening of the sixth day for self-study. The evening self-study has not started yet, and many students are entering.

There was no access control at the school, so the two of them followed the students into the school.

"When I went to school here, it was not called Jinling Middle School."

"What's that called?"

"Ten middle school."

"Jinling Middle School sounds better."

"Earlier it was called Huiwen Yuan."

"It sounds like Huiwenyuan sounds better."

The school is not big, so they finished the tour in a short time, and the two of them entered the teaching building again.

The evening self-study hasn't officially started yet, and the students are all playing and playing in the class.

The winter vacation has just ended, and the students are not relaxed. In addition, the classmates have not seen each other for half a month, and they talk a lot.

When he walked to Class 3, Grade 3, Zhou Yan pointed to the classroom and said, "I used to study in this classroom."

Wang Zuxian looked inside the classroom and said, "Middle schools in the mainland are actually similar to those in Taiwan."

"When you were in school, did you also study at night?"

"Yes, but it won't be too late, and if you don't want to go, that's okay."

In fact, high schools in the mainland are also divided into schools. Some schools can have evening self-study until 11 o'clock, but some schools start at 9 o'clock.

The two were talking when suddenly the classroom became quiet.

"Why is it quiet? Is it time? I didn't hear the school bell."

Zhou Yan looked inside the classroom. The students were sitting very upright, and some students were secretly looking towards them.

Seeing their actions, Zhou Yan understood that these students probably regarded him and Wang Zuxian as their teachers.

Although the bell for evening self-study has not yet rung, the teacher's appearance outside the classroom is still a deterrent to them.

Zhou Yan suddenly smiled maliciously, "Want to play something exciting?"

"What's exciting?"

"You keep an eye on it."

After that, Zhou Yan adjusted his scarf and clothes and walked into the classroom.

Most students did not dare to raise their heads, but some students were more courageous. They were a little confused when they looked up and saw a man with half of his face standing on the podium.

I have never seen this teacher before.

Zhou Yan coughed slightly and said, "The Chinese New Year is over. When I come to school, I should calm down and focus more on my studies. I just watched outside for a long time, and there are several students who wish they could use this place as a playground. Are these tables and chairs still bothering you? Do you want me to move them away so that you can use them better?"

"I won't name the specific students, you just have to know them by heart. If you have the energy, go for a run on the playground outside. Don't influence the people in the class who really want to learn."

At this point, Zhou Yan's words became more serious and his heart became longer, "You will go to the battlefield in one semester..."

Although the students didn't know Zhou Yan, they were too brave to use Zhou Yan's combo moves.

Is it the new teacher this year? I haven’t heard that the teacher of any subject needs to be changed?
Or is it that the old team is about to be replaced?
When Wang Zuxian saw Zhou Yanxun's students in the classroom, he felt funny and embarrassed at the same time.

Third brother is so bad!
Just when Zhou Yan was talking enthusiastically, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties walked down the corridor. He could tell from his demeanor that he was an old teacher.

Seeing the other party, Wang Zuxian was anxious and wanted to report to Zhou Yan in the classroom, but he couldn't move too much.

She could only turn her back and pretend to look at the scenery outside, trying to get through.

As the grade director, Tian Ping is used to patrolling the floors near evening self-study to check on the status of each class.

Today is the first day of self-study at school. He knows that the students are not interested, so he must watch it.

But as soon as I arrived in the corridor, I saw a tall woman who looked "suspicious."

Tian Ping walked over, but before he asked the woman what she did, he heard a voice coming from the Class 3 classroom.

"Baudelaire said that we should do whatever it takes while our minds are hot, but now I only see that your bodies are hot, not..."

Looking at the person speaking inside, Tian Ping was stunned for a moment.

Who is this?

He knew clearly the head teacher and teacher of each class in their grade. This person was not the teacher of Class 3 at all, or even the teacher of Jinzhong.

It must be a sales promotion.

Tian Ping immediately came to a conclusion in his mind.

In recent years, some salespeople have occasionally come to the school to sell things to students, including those selling books, tapes, radios, stationery, and even skin care products.

These people are very strategic in selling things. They like to brainwash students first and pretend to do it for their own good. Wait until the students relax their vigilance, and then conduct moral kidnapping on the students to catch the duck.

Moreover, these two people, one is selling inside and the other is watching out, both of them are in line with the characteristics of salespeople.

But Tian Ping was a little confused, what were these two people selling?

Usually those who sell things will carry a bag, but neither of these people have one. Maybe they sell some gadgets that can be carried in their pockets?
After listening to a few words, Tian Ping couldn't help but sigh, the level of salespeople nowadays is really high.

This young man was eloquent and well-spoken, especially like a teacher.

While Tian Ping was watching, Wang Zuxian blushed beside him. Oh, it was so embarrassing.

After watching for a while, Tian Ping coughed lightly and walked into the classroom.

"Hello--"

Zhou Yan was talking enthusiastically and turned around when he heard someone speaking.

Seeing the person coming, he was quite surprised and said, "Teacher Tian?"

When Tian Ping heard the other party calling him Teacher Tian, ​​he was stunned for a moment. This person actually knows me? Is it possible that he used to be his student and now he is doing salesmanship?
Suddenly, he felt a sigh of sadness and anger for his misfortune.

Just as Tian Ping was about to say something, Zhou Yan stepped off the podium and took his arm out of the classroom.

When he arrived outside the classroom, Zhou Yan pulled down his scarf, revealing his entire face, "Teacher Tian, ​​it's me, Zhou Yan."

"Zhou Yan?" Tian Ping's eyes widened.

Tian Ping had a deep impression of Zhou Yan, partly because Zhou Yan was good at studying, and partly because Zhou Yan was the nephew of Principal Zhou.

Not to mention now, Zhou Yan has become a celebrity, and he has gone to see Zhou Yan's movies before.

Almost all the teachers at the school knew that Zhou Yan graduated from Jinzhong.

"Why did you come to school?" "Come to hang out if you have nothing to do."

Tian Ping couldn't help but glance at Wang Zuxian standing next to him, "Then what did you just do..."

Zhou Yan scratched the back of his head and said with a smile, "Don't I want to tell my junior brothers and sisters about my experience in taking the exam?"

Tian Ping laughed, "Who am I talking about? You are teaching students inside, I almost thought you were doing sales."

After that, Tian Ping grabbed Zhou Yan's sleeve and said, "Since you're back to school, come and sit in my office."

"I..." Zhou Yan looked at Wang Zuxian.

"Let's go together."

Zhou Yan sighed. He was surprised that these elders liked to grab people's sleeves.

Seeing that the journey was not going well, he said to Wang Zuxian, "Let's go together."

"Okay." Wang Zuxian nodded, looking quite happy.

The grade director does not have his own office. Tian Ping works in a small office on this floor. There are only four people in this office. In addition to Tian Ping, the grade director, there are three other subject leaders.

When they arrived, the office was empty.

While Tian Ping poured tea for Zhou Yan and the others, he said, "Ding Meijuan taught you, I guess. He is also in this office, but he is currently in charge of the first year of high school students and is not here today."

"Well, Teacher Ding taught me mathematics for three years."

Ding Meijuan's name sounds like she is a female teacher, but she is actually a male teacher, and she is very strict and belongs to the category that students are more afraid of.

Although Zhou Yan's math scores were passable, they were worse than those in other subjects, so he received a lot of care from Ding Meijuan.

The more Zhou Yan behaves like this, the easier it is for him to attract the teacher's attention.

If a student's grades in all subjects are mediocre, it doesn't matter. I'm afraid that other subjects are very good, but only one subject performs poorly, and the teacher in this subject will pay special attention.

It’s not that teachers feel embarrassed, it’s just that in their eyes, the worst subjects have the most room for improvement. Other results are already good enough, and it is very difficult to improve them further. On the contrary, it may be very effective to make up for the shortcomings.

"Does Principal Zhou know that you came to school?" Tian Ping asked.

"I didn't tell him. Did he come to work today?"

"Of course I'm here. You should know Principal Zhou's work attitude. He can always be a model worker."

Zhou Yan nodded. His third uncle was a workaholic and devoted most of his time to the school. He would definitely come when the senior year of high school started.

"I just knew that he was focused on work, so I didn't tell him for fear of disturbing his work."

This was of course an excuse. He was just taking Wang Zuxian for a walk, so it was naturally impossible for him to tell his third uncle.

"You just shared your exam experience with those junior brothers and sisters. Did you introduce yourself?"

"That's true, no."

Tian Ping shook his head and smiled, "Then you go in like this."

"Well, let's go in like this."

"I guess they are still a little confused now, wondering who this is who suddenly came to teach me. If you hadn't only shown half of your face, some students might have recognized you. You are still quite famous now."

"I'm afraid that they will be under too much pressure to study, so I'll give them a break."

"With your removal, they will be even more stressed."

Looking at Zhou Yan up and down, Tian Ping couldn't help but sigh, "I remember that in high school, you were very introverted and didn't play much with other classmates."

"I study music, and I don't have much time outside of class."

"There are also many other students in the school who study art and music. Instead, they can use their own talents to attract some friends to gather around them."

Zhou Yan shook his head, "Too many people gathering around you will affect your cultivation."

"Influence on cultivation..."

This statement is very special, but Tian Ping cannot refute it.

They say art is lonely. Tian Ping didn't believe it before, but now he somewhat believes it.

Those students in school who rely on their artistic talents to gather a lot of good friends around them do not have much talent in the end.

"But you are much more cheerful now. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it was you who ran into the classroom to teach the students."

Hearing Tian Ping's words, Wang Zuxian covered her mouth and laughed beside her. At the same time, she was also curious about how introverted the third brother was before.

When the two of them met, Zhou Yan had nothing to do with introversion. Sometimes when he communicated with people like Tsui Hark, he even felt like an old man.

"People always change. Now that I'm a teacher, I naturally have to speak more."

"That's true. As teachers, it's not okay if we are too introverted." Tian Ping took a sip from the tea cup, "If you really want to teach your junior brothers and sisters about their experience in taking exams, why don't I organize a sharing session for you? Share in front of the entire class.”

"Forget it, actually, my experience in taking exams doesn't apply to them either."

Zhou Yan is an art candidate. He first went to Yangyin for an interview and got a note. After that, as long as his score in the college entrance examination is about the same, he can pass.

When he was admitted to Yangyin University, there was no pressure at all from beginning to end.

When I went to school to take the exam, I encountered no resistance at all and got a note from the school directly.

Not to mention the college entrance examination. He was among the top in his class, and his college entrance examination scores far exceeded Yang Yin's standards.

In the last semester, everyone else was reviewing nervously, but he was not stressed at all. He went step by step every day and went home to practice piano and bamboo flute after class.

During evening self-study, other students were doing test papers, and he was reading music textbooks and composing his own music.

Therefore, his experience is not worth learning from those junior brothers and sisters at all.

However, Tian Ping waved his hand and said, "I'm not asking you to share any experience. The main thing is that you are a successful alumnus of our school. Coming back to cheer them up is still very effective."

Twenty or thirty years of teaching experience has made Tian Ping understand one thing. In education, the power of role models is very powerful.

Everyone will tell you the truth, these teachers have a lot of extravagant goods in their stomachs.

But the effects of what different people say are completely different. Successful people, even if they say clichés, are more powerful than ordinary people.

Moreover, Zhou Yan is still a young man not much older than these students, making it easier for them to resonate with him.

Zhou Yan thought for a while and said, "Let's not go to the whole grade. Let's do this. I will go to Class 3 to chat with my classmates in a while. I just teased them for a while, which can be regarded as compensation."

Hearing what Zhou Yan said, Tian Ping nodded, "No problem. Do you want me to prepare some musical instruments for you? This will make it easier for you to share?"

"What musical instruments do the school have?"

"In the music department, except for the pipe organ, there are basically everything else, but the piano is not easy to move."

Zhou Yan nodded, "Teacher Tian, ​​please help me get a violin."

"No problem, I'll get it for you now."

After saying that, Tian Ping got up and went out very quickly, fearing that Zhou Yan would regret it.

After Tian Ping left, Wang Zuxian smiled and said, "I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence that I met the teacher you know."

"Haha, what a coincidence. I know too many teachers in this school. If I don't meet Teacher Tian today, there is a high probability that I will meet other teachers."

Maybe he will meet his third uncle, Zhou Yan added in his heart.

"When I was arrested just now, I was scared to death."

"What's this? Let's play something more exciting next time."

"What's more exciting?"

"Next time I go to your school, I will also find a classroom to teach the students."

"Then if you are caught by the dean of students, I won't care about you."

"It doesn't matter. I'm quite famous in Taiwan. Someone in your school will definitely recognize me. I still have some thin noodles."

"Wouldn't it be more embarrassing if it spread out?" Wang Zuxian pursed his lips and asked, "What did this Teacher Tian teach you just now?"

"Teaching Chinese."

"Then you write novels, Teacher Tian still has a share of credit."

"Have."

"He must be very proud, after all, he taught a writer."

"Speaking of which, our class also produced two writers."

"Is it?"

"Well, there is a female classmate in our class named Ling Lan. Her studies are better than mine. She was the city's liberal arts champion that year and was admitted to Yenching University. I heard that she went to the United States after graduation to work in the writing industry."

Wang Zuxian pursed his lips and said, "You know her development quite well."

"He's the top pick, so of course he'll pay more attention."

"Your school looks great."

"Of course, it's my alma mater after all."

If you are admitted to Jinling Middle School, you will have one foot on the threshold of university. If you are among the top in the class, you will basically have one foot on the threshold of prestigious schools such as Yanda, Shuimu, and Aurora.

Jinling Middle School twenty years later will be worse. However, Jinling Middle School has always been very strong in these years, and the students of Jinling Middle School have developed in an all-round way. When Zhou Yan was in school, the clubs in the school were doing quite well.

Zhou Yan also learned that among the students of his generation, there were some who joined the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, some who joined Xinhua News Agency, and some who were good at art like him.

After a while, Tian Ping brought a violin over and said, "It doesn't look like a good violin. You probably need to tune it."

Zhou Yan took the piano and tried it, "It's okay. It should be used regularly. Just fine-tune it."

He turned the fine-tuning knob a few times and quickly adjusted the piano, "Let's go, Teacher Tian."

……

After arriving in Class 3, Wang Zuxian stayed outside the classroom. Zhou Yan pulled up his scarf and followed Tian Ping in.

At this time, the evening self-study has begun, and the students are much quieter.

When Tian Ping brought Zhou Yan in, the students were very curious. When Tian Ping took Zhou Yan away just now, they were confused and didn't know what was going on.

After getting on the podium, Tian Ping pointed at Zhou Yan and said, "This is your new music teacher this semester. His surname is Zhou. You can just call him Teacher Zhou."

The students were even more confused when they heard that Zhou Yan was a new teacher and a music teacher.

Zhou Yan's impassioned lecture just now must be a Chinese teacher rather than a political teacher. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a music teacher.

You said you are a music teacher, how can you be so good at it?

Moreover, during evening self-study, the dean came specially to introduce the music teacher to the students. This music teacher also held a violin, which was a bit weird no matter how you looked at it.

Zhou Yan hugged the violin and said with a smile, "Everyone, I hope you will give me more advice in the future."

"Teacher Zhou is still on probation. He will teach you a section soon, and then everyone will vote to decide whether to keep him. If he fails, he will be transferred to another class."

After Tian Ping finished speaking, the students became even more confused.

What is this routine?
Music teacher performing live show? Are these students the judges? And vote to decide whether he should stay or go?
Many of them have been in school for five or six years and have never heard of such a thing.

But looking at Director Tian's serious look, it didn't look like he was joking.

"Please be merciful. If I succeed in running for the music teacher in Class 3, I will treat you to dinner in the future."

Zhou Yan's behavior of canvassing votes immediately made the students laugh.

This new music teacher is quite interesting.

Tian Ping nodded, "Okay, Teacher Zhou, let's start the performance. If you don't pass, you will have to go to other classes later."

Seeing Tian Ping's serious expression, Zhou Yan secretly gave him a thumbs up. He didn't expect that Teacher Tian really had a talent for acting.

After Tian Ping walked off the stage, Zhou Yan took the violin and bowed to the students, then took a deep breath and put the bow on the strings.

When the first piece of music started playing, there was a burst of exclamation among the students.

"It's "Kite"."

Some students recognized this piece of music as the classic soundtrack "Kite" from "Heaven Replies".

Without exception, all the students in Jinzhong have heard this song, because the school radio often plays Zhou Yan's songs.

Zhou Yan's violin skills are average, but it is completely adequate for such an occasion.

When students in the next classroom heard "Kite" at first, they thought it was music playing on the radio. After listening carefully, they realized that it was coming from Class 3.

After finishing a section of "Kite", Zhou Yan played another section of "Reunion", and then continued with the cheerful "Wind".

After this medley ended, Zhou Yan played another piece of music, which the students had never heard before.

"What is this song?" a student asked.

The other students shook their heads, and they didn't hear it either.

But this piece of music is very nice, slightly sad, and sounds a bit fatalistic.

Zhou Yan only played one section of this piece and then stopped.

After he finished his performance, before Tian Ping could say anything, some students raised their hands and shouted, "Teacher Zhou, stay and teach our class."

Other students also raised their hands.

At this time, Tian Ping finally couldn't help laughing, "Haha, Teacher Zhou, pull down your scarf and let them see who you are."

Zhou Yan smiled and pulled down the scarf, revealing his entire face.

A fat man sitting in the first row suddenly stood up and shouted, "Zhou Yan!?" (End of Chapter)