Qianqian?
All the memories and imaginations came to mind in an instant.
Liu Ruixuan lowered his head, blinked slightly, and his eyes fell on the dark blue hourglass again.
Three years, no, exactly, two years and four months, 856, he was able to see his cousin.
I took a deep breath and glanced out the window casually. I saw the green campus. It was already May, the season of late spring and early summer.
Teacher Zhang on the podium changed his usual stern smile and happily praised him and the girl in the next class.
When he turned around, he happened to catch Teacher Zhang's gaze, with a smile between his eyes and brows. Even the three deep wrinkles on his forehead were much lighter and bent into three arcs, showing him With the most sincere concern and smile.
Liu Ruixuan's lips curved and he chuckled. He lowered his head, picked up the Chinese textbook in front of him, flipped through the pages, and then turned back to the content he wanted to learn today.
Teacher Zhang, I hope the students will follow his example, study hard, control their temper, and don't just play around. The only way out for rural children is to go to college, get out of Liujia Village, out of Xinxi Town, out of Yunling , go and see how wonderful the outside world is.
Yes. He wants to get out of Xinxi Town and Yunling. He wants to go to Jingyun.
I want to see what kind of place Jingyun is that I have recited in my heart N times, walk her, see the scenery she has seen, and feel her feelings.
Liu Ruixuan's heart was filled with joy and the motivation to persevere in his thoughts.
These three words gave him unlimited motivation and his unwavering belief!
Later, Teacher Zhang gave a lot of words of praise. Finally, he hoped that all students could be like Liu Ruixuan, be motivated, conscientious, careful and cautious, and more importantly, be calm in temperament and not chatter like a noisy person. Like birds, they keep making noisy noises.
Liu Ruixuan's lips curved and he chuckled. He lowered his head, picked up the Chinese textbook in front of him, flipped through the pages, and then turned back to the content he wanted to learn today.
In fact, he was quite uneasy in his heart.
Although I knew I would get good results, when I actually heard it, I still couldn't help but feel happy.
But, mother, he is going to be ten years old soon, and he is a big child. He can no longer fight and make noise like before, let alone his father, who filled the whole village with a few unpleasant words from other children. Chase and fight.
Mom, he is also the squad leader after all. He must serve as a role model and learn to smile at everyone.
Later, in the envious eyes of his classmates, he stood up and thanked Teacher Zhang. All these achievements were attributed to Teacher Zhang and were the result of Teacher Zhang's guidance and strong support to him.
He clearly saw that on the podium, the smile on the face of Teacher Zhang, who was over fifty years old, suddenly froze. Then he turned away and faced the blackboard. After writing the topic, he paused for a while. Turn around.
He smiled and sat down.
He knew that mother was right again.
If you pass the credit to others, you will gain more results; if you take the problems and difficulties to yourself, that is responsibility and self-confidence.
Later, when dusk came, Teacher Zhang called him to his office, took out a beautifully bound idiom dictionary from the drawer, and gave it to him.
He originally wanted to refuse, but he already had a copy that his mother had specially bought for him from the town. He had already read all the 268 idiom stories in it.
Now, he has given the idiom dictionary to Xiu Xiu.
After thinking about it, I didn't come out in the end.
When he saw Teacher Zhang's eyes that were full of expectation or perhaps mixed with other emotions, he took it with a smile and thanked him.
Teacher Zhang waved his hand, go ahead and prepare well. I hope you can come out on top in the Chinese language competition.
Liu Ruixuan smiled and nodded. He really wanted to ask about coming out on top. This word seemed wrong to use. It was clearly about being the first to get a chance to play, not the first place.
After thinking about it, I didn’t ask.
He just said "ok" with a smile and walked out of the office holding the thick idiom dictionary.
He thought that by walking, he might be able to get out of Xinxi and Yunxi.
Teacher Zhang behind him looked at his retreating back and took a deep breath. He slowly raised his head and turned to look out the window. On the road outside the window, there were occasionally three or five pedestrians walking by.
Past the road is a large playground with a newly built basketball stand and a newly dug sand pit.
Teacher Zhang closed his eyes slightly and opened them slowly. Maybe, a miracle would happen.
Didn’t Tianjiacun pass the exam last year?
Although he didn't dare to hope too much, it was always good for Rui to have the ambition to make progress.
Teacher Zhang gently opened the drawer, where there was a letter from Jingyun.
It was a reply sent by his former student, confirming the latest news about the Mathematical Olympiad class in Jingyun. It still maintains the status quo. Once a year, there are four classes and 200 students in one city and six counties in Jingyun.
At the end of the letter, I wrote a sentence, thanking my mentor for sending me to Jingyun. I hope that I can meet the teacher again here. Even if he cannot teach the younger brothers and sisters sent by the teacher, he will pay more attention to me. Please rest assured, teacher.
Teacher Zhang smiled and closed the drawer again, closing all the doubts. It has been eight years. No student from Liujiacun has been to Jingyun for eight years.
Eight years was such a long time that he seemed to have forgotten that he was once the best teacher in Jingyun School.
Eight years, so long ago, he seemed to have forgotten that he came to Liujiacun to teach twelve years ago and sent batch after batch of students to Jingyun’s junior high school, even Quan Jing went to the most outstanding Mathematical Olympiad class. , among 100 people, there are always two or three who are his students.
However, everything changed due to the incident eight years ago.
There are no more outstanding children in Liujiacun.
He could no longer teach outstanding children. When Jingyun was hit, it became a dull pain in his heart, so painful that he couldn't breathe when he thought about it.
But now, Teacher Zhang looked at the figure that had long since disappeared at the door of the office. Rui's sudden mention brought back the past that he didn't want to touch in his heart.
Whatever.
Spring has arrived after all, hasn’t it?
Teacher Zhang looked at the two-meter-high green pine in front of the office door. Although it had been damaged, it was pointing straight upward.
Teacher Zhang, who was over fifty years old, sighed heavily. He was old.
What happened to Cao Cao? He is an old man who has great ambitions.
Teacher Zhang smiled, picked up the reading glasses on the table, took out a piece of used paper from the drawer on the left, spread it out, and studied the contents on it carefully.
In the south of the Yangtze River with apricot blossoms and misty rain, spring grass overflows the river bank.
Time passed in thick newspapers and classes.
In the blink of an eye, it is already mid-to-late May, and the Chinese language newspaper knowledge competition and the Mathematical Olympiad competition have arrived as scheduled.
Through the rain and fog at seven o'clock in the morning, crossing a three-kilometer dirt road, he headed south all the way to the experimental school in the town. To him, that school was just a bridge, a bridge to Jingyun.
Jingyun, that distant city should have too many beautiful stories and legends, right? Is it possible that, also in the early morning, it will rain?
Open your eyes amidst the sound of walking rain and look at the fleeting scenery and gray sky beside the road.
Mr. Zhang, who is over fifty years old, is riding a bicycle vigorously, driving him towards Xinxi Town, towards his dream.
He could ride a bicycle by himself, but Teacher Zhang did not agree. He was only a child, and it was raining, so he sat obediently on the back seat of Teacher Zhang's bicycle.
Looking at Teacher Zhang's back arched like a lobster, struggling to step on the pedals, he felt that the vision in front of him suddenly became blurred, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.
There are always some people and things that inadvertently touch the most fragile string in your heart, and then bounce away, making you feel helpless and uncomfortable. A familiar word, a familiar back, a familiar figure, Similar faces.
They all moved him so much that he couldn't help but want to cry.
But mother, a man can't shed tears easily.
He sniffed and pretended to look up casually, resisting the urge to cry.
Suddenly, I found that the tears in my eyes suddenly increased again and fell silently.
He thought again of the thick newspaper and the thick dictionary of idioms.
Liu Ruixuan sniffed, raised his hand to wipe his face, and held Teacher Zhang's hand at the corner of his clothes. He couldn't help but squeeze it tightly, as if he was holding the most anticipated dream in his heart.
If possible, he hopes that when he grows up, he can be a teacher, like Teacher Zhang, who can be honest with the students he teaches.
And he was convinced that whether it was this time or the next time, he would definitely not disappoint the teacher's painstaking efforts and expectations.
Running towards the place three thousand meters away, with my own expectations, I moved forward under the protection of Teacher Zhang.
Looking at the drizzle falling scenery around him and the vast green fields shrouded in mist, he silently set a goal for himself in the silent rain.
Coincidentally, the essay question for the later knowledge competition in the Chinese language newspaper turned out to be - when I grow up...
Liu Ruixuan smiled and saw the familiar figure at the school gate from a distance through the window glass. Without hesitation, he picked up his pen and wrote: When I grow up, I will become you.
Later, in the misty rain of May, he listened carefully to the lectures and took notes as always, as if there was no one else around.
Yichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and rain, and plums are yellow and rainy.
Soon, May passed in the blink of an eye. June has arrived.
In the large lake outside the village, lotus flowers have bloomed quietly, blooming into a piece of pink letter paper in the misty rain and fog.
It looks very much like the letter sent by my cousin.
A letter came from my cousin. She, Aunt Ting, Rui is already a celebrity in Xinxi Town. The last sentence is still the same, that she will wait for him in Jingyun.
It's still pink letterhead, and it's still inkless handwriting.
Looking at the lotus flowers in the lake, bursts of joy surged in Liu Ruixuan's heart. He shook hands with the letter that had not yet been sent, and gently stuffed it into his pocket.
What he originally thought, his cousin already knew.
There was a voice, and he heard his name ringing not far away. Turning around, he saw uncles and aunts from the same village walking over. They, Rui heard that your grades are very good. They, listen to Teacher Zhang, you are a good candidate for college.
He smiled and thanked him, and then calmly disappeared from the sight of his uncles and aunts who went to work in the fields.
At that moment, he realized that his unconscious following and running would soon lead to him seeing a colorful story somewhere in his future, passing through his memory and awakening him from a sleeping dream.
But at that time, he was just like that, walking with the teacher and moving forward.
Later, I discovered that the story had already begun from the moment he set out, and some answers had already been written, such as persistence.
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