Xu Yao held up an umbrella. In order to match Meng Yao's pace, he walked slowly. Meng Yao looked aside, one after another. She couldn't help it, and asked Xu Yao softly in the patter of rain: "Is it cold?"
The rain was so loud and her voice was so soft that Xu Yao didn't hear her clearly at first, so he turned his head and said "Huh?"
Meng Yao originally planned not to say anything, but he looked at her intently, so Meng Yao had to repeat it again in his sight.
Only then did Xu Yao realize that she meant that his clothes were wet. Xu Yao shook his head and said it wasn't cold.
When going uphill, Xu Yao asked her to walk in front and he followed behind. Meng Yao didn't take his umbrella, so he held it behind him and leaned the umbrella forward to hug Meng Yao's figure.
Back at school, there was no trace of water on Meng Yao's body, but Xu Yao's clothes were heavily wet.
They each went back to their rooms.
Meng Yao was sitting at his desk and heard a series of footsteps next door. She remembered that she had made some preparations before coming to Yunnan and had cold medicine in her suitcase.
She stood up, opened her suitcase, and pulled out a paper bag from the mezzanine. She poured out all the cold medicine inside and read each instruction carefully.
Ten minutes later, she took the corresponding cold medicine and mustered up the courage to go out and knock on the door next door.
Xu Yao had just finished taking a shower. He was wearing a cotton T-shirt and gray trousers. His hair was wiped with a towel and it was not completely dry.
Hearing the knock on the door, Xu Yao put down the towel in his hand, walked over, opened the door, and saw Meng Yao standing at the door of his room.
Meng Yao stood outside, listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer inside the door, as clear as her heartbeat. Meng Yao's eyelashes trembled, and her hands unconsciously clenched.
The door creaked open.
Xu Yao looked at Meng Yao standing at his door, a little surprised.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Xu Yao had just finished taking a shower, and there was a kind of moist moisture on his body. Maybe it was because his hair had not had time to be dried. He was also wearing very comfortable and simple clothes, which for no reason made Meng Yao feel as if they were much closer.
Meng Yao looked at him, pursed his lips slightly, handed out the thing in his hand, and explained: "I just got caught in the rain to prevent a cold."
Xu Yao looked at her, then lowered his eyes to look at the cold medicine in her hand. Meng Yao seemed to be very concerned about this matter, looking at him with clear and transparent eyes, which made Xu Yao unable to refuse. He smiled, took it, and said thank you seriously.
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The rain lasted for a week. It was a heavy rain day for the first three days. Then the rain weakened and turned into a gentle drizzle, falling on the ground intermittently.
After the rainstorm ended, Yu Yuan took Xu Yao and Meng Yao to clean the areas of the school affected by the rainstorm. The next day, students basically returned to school.
In the flower bed outside the classroom, some flowers were damaged by wind and rain and were scattered in the soil in an awkward manner.
Meng Yao noticed it before walking into the classroom with her computer. She stood in the corridor outside the classroom and stared at it for a long time.
She was now familiar with the students and could get along with them in class alone without Yu Yuan or Feng Xiao standing by to help her adapt.
Meng Yao appeared in the classroom with a computer, and the students in the audience were all excited, talking in all directions. Soon some students couldn't hold themselves back, raised their hands and asked expectantly: "Teacher, are we going to watch another movie this class?"
Meng Yao put the computer on the podium, smiled slightly, and shook his head: "No, we won't watch movies in this class."
Suddenly, the student let out a disappointed "Ah", and soon looked at her computer and asked curiously: "Then what are we going to do in this class?"
"We..." Meng Yao paused and said, "Let's take a look at the more colorful world outside during this class."
Everyone didn't understand.
Meng Yao was not in a hurry to explain, and said, "Everyone move up the stools and sit in front of the podium, get closer."
The students did as they were told, and the sound of seats colliding could be heard in the classroom.
While they were moving the stools, Meng Yao lowered his head and turned on the computer.
Soon, the students arranged their seats as they would watch a movie, and Meng Yao also clicked on a certain folder after turning on the computer.
She did not face the computer screen towards the students, but asked: "Before the course officially starts, I want to do a small survey. First of all, have any of our classmates ever been to other places other than the land we live in now? ?”
"If so, please raise your hand."
A child in the lower grades asked: "Teacher, does the town count?"
Meng Yao shook his head: "It doesn't count."
Meng Yao told him: "It refers to places we are not familiar with, such as other cities."
Students in the audience, you look at me and I look at you. Slowly, someone raised a hand.
Meng Yao looked around and asked, "Do any other students raise their hands?"
After waiting for a while, no one made any move.
Meng Yao counted in his mind and found that there were only five students in the classroom who raised their hands.
She asked where the five classmates had been.
Basically, everyone answered that it was the city where their parents worked, and one boy said it was his sister’s new home after she got married.
Meng Yao asked them again what their impressions were of that place.
They said it was far away, big, crowded, and the houses were high.
Just these few simple descriptions have aroused the interest and simple envy of other students in the class.
Meng Yao said: "In this class, let's take a look at those places that are far away, very big, with a lot of people and very high houses."
Meng Yao turned the computer so that the screen faced the audience.
Starting from Yunnan, which they are not so unfamiliar with, to the prosperous Shanghai and Guangdong, and then to the majestic Beijing;
From the historic Xi'an to the beautiful and rich Wuhan, to the romantic and comfortable Xiamen;
Meng Yao found some pictures on the Internet, and some were taken by her and her friends.
The pictures on the Internet are so beautiful that they feel unreal, and the part she and her friends took may not have a professional composition, but Meng Yao thought it might make these children feel more alive and closer to them.
Meng Yao marked each picture and occasionally explained the content of the picture to them aloud.
She always paid attention to the expressions of the students in the audience.
Their eyes were wide open, full of novelty and yearning.
It was like being exposed to a new world they had never seen before.
The page jumped. Meng Yao looked at the screen, smiled, and said, "This is my school."
She rarely calls herself a teacher in front of students, maybe because she is not used to it yet, maybe because she wants to talk to them on an equal footing.
On the computer, there is a photo of the school gate that Meng Yao took on the day he graduated from university. Looking back, there are also classrooms, libraries, playgrounds, cafeterias, apartments, etc.
When Meng Yao took the photo, he just wanted to keep it as a souvenir, but he didn’t expect that it would come in handy here.
The children under the podium had never seen such a beautiful and spacious campus, and they let out a series of exclamations.
Meng Yao showed them pictures of several top schools in the country. Meng Yao had never been to those schools, and the pictures were all collected online.
But for one school, Meng Yao used some pictures from the Internet and some pictures she took herself.
She introduced all the previous schools, but got stuck here.
All the students looked at her with bright eyes. Meng Yao knew they were curious and slowly read out the name of the school.
She looked at this set of pictures and hesitated whether to explain it specifically. She thought about Xu Yao's popularity, but decided to tell them: "This is brother Xu Yao's school."
Sure enough, when Xu Yao was mentioned, these students paid more attention to this school.
Meng Yao also looked at the screen. These students admired Xu Yao very much and kept praising Xu Yao for his great brother.
Meng Yao smiled, looked away from the screen, looked at the podium and said seriously: "You can be so good."
Meng Yao: "As long as you study hard and take every step steadily, you can stand in these places in the future."
The classroom was quiet for a moment. Looking at the pictures on the computer screen, I couldn't imagine it, but I couldn't help but look forward to it because of Meng Yao's words.
"But that's too far." One student said.
Meng Yao looked at him with timid eyes.
Meng Yao said: "When you have your own goals in life, this must not be far away."
"It can even be a good starting point for your life."
Meng Yao did not want them to develop an inferiority complex due to the influence of their unchosen living environment.
There are indeed talented people in this world, but there must be more ordinary people who work hard.
Meng Yao told them that she once had a classmate who came from a poor family. Her parents worked the hardest jobs and had a meager income. She had to travel far to go to school and often had steamed buns for lunch. But she did not give up or complain. With her own efforts, she was admitted to a very ideal university and stood in a place that many people yearned for.
She now has the power to improve her family's life.
There are many people worthy of admiration.
Meng Yao collected some video clips from interviews with college entrance examination students every year and played them together.
Meng Yao hopes that they can see a broader world and never give up on themselves.
After the video was played, many students were touched and encouraged by it.
Some students watched the video and made up their minds.
"I want to study hard, and I will definitely visit these places in the future."
Meng Yao heard this and smiled. The purpose of her class was just to tell them that they could have more possibilities in their lives.
You must move forward.
Meng Yao encouraged them: "I have a teacher. She once told us that we will definitely have a brilliant and beautiful life." Meng Yao looked at their young faces and said firmly, "Similarly, you will definitely do the same. "
The children had infinite hope in their eyes and nodded heavily: "Yes, we will definitely do it."
The rain outside the window fell to the ground very gently and slowly, the sky was not as dark as before, and the clear and innocent children's voices echoed in the classroom.
Meng Yao sincerely hopes that the hopes of each of them will never be disappointed.
There were still a few minutes before the bell rang. Meng Yao asked them to move the stools back to their seats. She lowered her head and closed the computer. She heard the group of children still discussing the contents of the pictures they had just seen with great interest.
They memorized the names of several universities that Meng Yao showed them, and they became the future they yearned for.
Meng Yao raised his eyes with a smile. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes noticed a figure standing at the back door of the classroom.
Xu Yao didn't know when he appeared or how long he had been standing there. His eyes fell straight on Meng Yao. When Meng Yao found out, he didn't dodge and just looked at her.
