Zhao Nichang nodded.
This principle has always been true from ancient times to the present.
The magic power that Meng Ci gave to Zhao Nichang contained all the information about Wen Xu'an, so she naturally understood what kind of person Wen Xu'an was.
However, when Zhao Nichang actually saw Wen Xue'an, the familiar yet unfamiliar feeling became even stronger.
She knew that Wen Xue'an and Su Huaiqing were completely different. They might have some similarities in their temperament, but they were two people after all.
At this time, Zhao Nichang saw the shadow of a person superimposed on Wen Xue'an's body. It was a person she would never see again, but could never forget. The shadow drifted away from Wen Xue'an's body like clouds of smoke.
He is not him!
But at this moment, some regret deep in my heart was fulfilled.
The obsession that had been lingering in Zhao Nishang's heart for thousands of years seemed to be melted away little by little by the warm sunshine at this moment. Her somewhat gloomy eyebrows suddenly became much brighter, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Wen Xue'an couldn't help but be stunned.
To be honest, Zhao Nichang is really the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life. Even though she is dressed plainly, she has a beautiful appearance and refined temperament, and is even prettier than the female stars on TV.
Immediately, Wen Xue'an asked casually: "Teacher Jin, has the village chief arranged a house for you?"
"have no idea."
Zhao Nichang replied very naturally: "As soon as I enter the village, I will come to see the school first."
Wen Xu'an nodded clearly: "In that case, let me introduce you to the situation of the students first."
Immediately afterwards, he told Zhao Nichang the name, personality, learning progress, family situation... of each student in detail, so that the new teacher could quickly integrate into the children.
"Despite their young age, children actually know a lot."
Finally, Wen Xue'an said: "Teacher Jin, you can rest assured that they are very well-behaved and kind."
"okay, I get it."
Zhao Nichang's eyes flashed, and her tone seemed to have a different emotion.
"The situation in Yuntian Village is not complicated. All large and small matters are basically decided by the village chief. He is very prestigious in the village!" Wen Xue'an did not notice Zhao Nichang's abnormality and continued: "This school is under the supervision of the village chief. It was built at the insistence of the old man, so if you have any problems, you can go to him directly. The old man has a good heart."
Zhao Nichang nodded.
She now plays the role of teacher Jin Yan very well.
Having said so many words in one breath, Wen Xue'an finally felt tired at this moment, even with the support of Zhao Nichang's strength in his body. He closed his eyes and gasped in pain.
He was terminally ill.
In the past week, I had to hold back the severe pain to finish the class, and I had taken all the special medicine I brought with me. Now I just relied on my own willpower to hold on.
Zhao Nichang stared at Wen Xue'an and asked with concern: "Where do you live? I'll help you go back and rest."
"Teacher Jin Yan, thank you so much." Wen Xue'an didn't feel embarrassed. His physical condition was really bad, and it was natural that Zhao Nichang was willing to help him now.
"It's right behind the school, very close."
Zhao Nichang helped Wen Xue'an up from the stool and went straight to a small stone house behind the school.
"There are basically houses like this in the village."
Wen Xue'an reached out and pushed open the ajar door.
The room was very simple, with a pair of clean ballet shoes on the window sill, a photo frame on the table, a theater in the background, and a group photo of the ballet company. Wen Xue'an, with a pale face, stood in the corner of the crowd, looking a bit inconspicuous.
From the looks of it, it should be a photo taken recently.
In addition, a few pieces of washed-white clothes and pants were hung on bamboo poles, and there was actually a shabby mosquito net covering the bed.
"The environment you will live in will be almost the same then."
Wen Xue'an slowly sat down on the chair with the support of Zhao Nichang, and said with a smile: "But the geographical environment of Yuntian Village is good, even in winter it won't be too cold."
"Will Teacher Wen leave here?"
Zhao Nichang asked curiously.
Wen Xue'an shook his head, but looked at Zhao Nichang strangely.
Obviously the two of them had not known each other for more than half an hour, but he always felt that this teacher Jin Yan seemed a little different to him. He really didn't know where to start when Wen Xue'an said that he was ugly.
"Teacher Jin, please sit down."
"Okay, thank you."
Zhao Nichang sat down on the wooden bed, looked at Wen Xue'an's pale face, her mind wandered, and then asked:
"Where is Teacher Wen from?"
Wen Xue'an did not answer immediately like before. He lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he smiled calmly and said: "Like Yuntian Village, they come from a remote mountainous area."
"It was also because of a special opportunity when I was young that I had the opportunity to come into contact with ballet, love it and work hard for it."
Zhao Nichang glanced at the ballet shoes on the window sill.
It can be seen that Wen Xue'an really likes dancing, and he loves it sincerely from the bottom of his heart.
Zhao Nichang didn't talk too much about this topic. She didn't want to expose Wen Xue'an's scars. After all, this was too cruel for a person who loves dancing. Instead, she asked in a gentle tone: "Actually, I have a special question. I’m curious, why are you so optimistic after going through so many things?”
Wen Xue'an looked at Zhao Nichang strangely, and finally couldn't help asking: "Teacher Jin, have we known each other before?"
Zhao Nichang shook his head.
"I always feel like you understand me very well." Wen Xue'an looked suspicious.
"When we went up the mountain, the village chief told me a little bit about you."
Zhao Nichang still answered very naturally, without any fault: "Teacher Wen, a smart person can see your appearance at a glance, and I'm not stupid."
"..."
Hearing this, Wen Xue'an smiled helplessly.
Immediately, Zhenzhen started chatting like friends: "The optimism you see is forced out after being defeated."
Zhao Nichang was stunned.
Wen Xue'an suddenly found it a bit interesting when he saw it.
In fact, he didn't have a friend he could talk to in Yuntian Village. The villagers worked nine to five, and there was no common topic for the two parties to talk about. Seeing that Zhao Nichang, who was similar in age, came to replace his teacher, now he has Interest in conversation.
Of course the more important thing is——
He really feels like his current physical condition is pretty good!
"Actually, I have felt the unfairness of fate more than once. I feel like God is deliberately targeting me!"
Wen Xue'an's voice was hoarse, but there was no complaint or anger in his brows. Instead, he had a free and easy temperament:
"First it was disability, which ruined my dreams, and then cancer, which ruined my life. I don't understand why my life turned out like this?"
He looked at Zhao Nichang and smiled: "Those dark days were really difficult.
"It's just,
"It's just that one day, I felt that God just wanted to see me in such a miserable state."
As he spoke, an extremely powerful force suddenly burst out from Wen Xue'an's body. His eyebrows raised, and his delicate face suddenly became firm: "So I can't be defeated by him. Not only must I look forward, but I must also let myself Pick yourself up again in life and do something within your power.”
"Once I think about it, whether I'm looking at people or other things, I won't be too obsessed with appearances. Sometimes I will find different beauty when looking at things."
"Later on, when I knew I didn't have much time left, I felt quite unwilling."
When he said this, Wen Xue'an couldn't help but think of that time when he went through a special relic arrangement, and couldn't help but laugh:
"But I also became relieved because of certain things. I want to leave more traces of myself in this world and not be forgotten. This is my selfish intention.
"Everything that needs to be done has been done now, so I don't have any regrets."
"The temperature is just right."
As soon as the words stopped, the enamel teacup filled with hot water was placed in Wen Xu'an's hand.
Wen Xue'an looked at Zhao Nichang and smiled gently: "Thank you."
then.
Neither of them spoke.
The cool afternoon breeze blows into the house, bringing a comfortable silence.
Zhao Nichang put her hands on the bed and heard the barking of dogs and the chirping of insects in the distance. She felt very relaxed at this moment.
after awhile.
Zhao Nichang looked at Wen Xue'an who was resting with his eyes closed, and sent a golden-red mist into Wen Xue'an's body so that he would not be tortured too much by the disease at the end of his life.
"It's time for me to go, Teacher Wen."
Immediately, Zhao Nichang stood up and said goodbye.
Just when Zhao Nichang was about to step out of the room, Wen Xue'an opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Nichang's back, and suddenly shouted:
"Teacher Jin."
"Teacher Wen, is there anything else?" Zhao Nichang asked.
Wen Xue'an reminded:
"Teacher Jin is very beautiful. Although the people in the village are very friendly, please pay more attention to your safety."
Zhao Nichang was stunned when she heard this. She didn't expect that Wen Xue'an stopped her to talk about this. Then she nodded seriously and said, "Thank you, Teacher Wen, for the reminder."
Immediately, the footsteps faded away.
Wen Xue'an picked up the enamel cup, gently blew away the heat rising from the water, and took a sip.
Immediately, he drank a few more sips.
Because as Zhao Nichang said, the temperature is just right.
Wen Xue'an felt the temperature transmitted by the water cup with his palms, and raised his eyes to look at the sun outside the room. The blurred halo that shone through his pupils vaguely reflected a slender figure.
tread,
tread!
Wearing a ballet costume, he danced to his heart's content on the empty stage.
Jump.
The corners of Wen Xue'an's mouth curved and he gradually closed his eyes.
"Is this his story?"
"kindness."
Zhao Nichang and Deng Qingmei stood in front of an open space. There was a tombstone in front of them, and a few bouquets of freshly picked flowers were placed in front of the tombstone.
I saw it read:
【Teacher Wen Xue'an's Tomb】
"I don't know why I suddenly feel a little stuck in my heart."
Deng Qingmei sighed.
On their way to Yuntian Village, Zhao Nichang had already told Deng Qingmei about Wen Xue'an.
Immediately, Deng Qingmei asked Zhao Nichang curiously: "Did you help Wen Xue'an get this tomb for the princess?"
"no."
Zhao Nichang shook his head, with a smile on his lips: "At first, several of his students helped, and then the village chief led the villagers to build his tomb. The location chosen was pretty good."
Deng Qingmei looked into the distance.
At the foot of the mountain stands a large stone house, which is the village school. From here, you can see the entire Yuntian Village, and the scenery is pleasant.
"Some people will remember his kindness throughout their lives and will never forget him."
Zhao Nichang raised her head slightly, stared at the colorful clouds floating in the sky, and smiled slightly: "Wen Xue'an's little selfishness was satisfied, and he was remembered by more people."
"kindness!"
Deng Qingmei nodded vigorously.
…
…
In Yuntian Village.
"I heard that two teachers will come to teach the children in the village this time."
On the uneven dirt road, several villagers gathered together to eat. From time to time, you can see other villagers sitting next to them with their rice bowls. Some will interrupt from time to time, and some will just eat and listen.
"I heard what the village chief said,
"One teacher's surname is Jin, and another teacher's surname is Zhao."
The dark face spoke with an unintelligible local accent.
"That's good. The village chief said that any baby who wants to study is a good baby." A woman wearing a headscarf next to her said, "The baby in my family is not happy about life and death. He spends all day in the mountains."
"It's enough if you know how to write your name."
Some villagers also disagreed.
"Hey, if the village chief hears what you said, I'm sure the village chief will poke you in the head with a wooden cane!" said a villager who couldn't hold back his laughter.
It is not difficult to see the prestige of the village chief during the conversation.
"It's a pity, Teacher Wen." An old man smoking a cigarette narrowed his eyes slightly: "He died at a young age, but when we went to his room, Teacher Wen's face was quite peaceful and good. "
"Go up the mountain and clear the weeds for Teacher Wen later."
Someone smiled and showed his big teeth: "I picked some flowers a few days ago and placed them in front of the tomb."
"Hey, is the person next to the village chief Teacher Zhao?"
A young man rolled up his sleeves and saw two people walking in the distance.
The dark-faced villager just now knocked with wide eyes and said with certainty:
"Yes, it's that Teacher Zhao."
The head of Yuntian Village is an old man who is nearly sixty years old. His body is still quite strong and he walks like the wind. Instead, it seems that the wooden cane in his hand has become a decoration.
Next to him was an ordinary-looking woman wearing black-rimmed glasses.
The village chief stood in front of everyone and introduced: "This is Teacher Zhao. Let's help each other more in the future."
Perhaps it was the influence brought by Wen Xue'an.
Even the villagers who didn't care about studying still had great respect for the teacher. They quickly wiped the corners of their mouths and almost shouted in unison: "Hello, Teacher Zhao, I am..."
Teacher Zhao, who was said to be from Binhai, smiled.
One month has passed since the Battle of Mount John.
The time has come to early April.
Marina City Cemetery.
The weather is a bit cloudy today, with light rain falling.
Li Kui came to a tombstone with a bamboo basket and stood there, looking at the energetic man in the photo. A bright smile couldn't help but curl up at the corners of his pursed lips, and he sat cross-legged in front of the tomb without feeling dirty.
"Ouch, look at how dirty you are."
Li Kui stretched out his hand to wipe away the fallen leaf petals that were wet by the rain, and took out the sacrifices and placed them one by one.
He looked at Yang Chao's photo and said with a smile: "Old Yang, guess what kind of wine I brought you today?"
Li Kui took out the wine bottle with a mysterious look on his face, shook it in front of the tomb, and couldn't help but said proudly: "Thousand-year-old brew! This is a good thing. Old Li, I spent a lot of effort to get it from Brother Meng." Pry this bottle out.
"Today, it's just the two of us drinking."
As he spoke, Li Kui was about to pour wine for Yang Chao when he suddenly looked up at the dark clouds in the sky and said a little unhappy: "Hey, I'm drinking with my brother, what are you going to do next? Old Yang, look at me... "
In an instant, the wind and clouds moved away.
The dark clouds in the sky dissipated in the blink of an eye, and the sun hanging in the sky shone brightly.
Li Kui glanced at Yang Chao and raised his eyebrows: "Just tell me if you're awesome or not!"
In the black and white photo, Yang Chao is wearing a police officer's uniform and looking at Li Kui with a smile.
Thank you to your neighbor Lao Li for his two monthly passes, thank you to the cold-blooded killer Mo De for his two monthly passes, and thank you to Private Oscar for his four monthly passes! ! !
