After the National Day holiday, most of the people in the circle of friends were reluctant to face the fact that they had to go to work again. Meng Yao felt refreshed after a good sleep. She received a message after clicking a circle of likes on the circle of friends. , is a university dormitory group. Zhou Meng asked her in the group: Why are you so energetic so early in the morning? Likes everywhere, I'm almost sleepy.
Xi Yue: What do you know? Meng Yao now has an important responsibility, cultivating the little flowers of the motherland.
Xia Shu: I miss my college life, work is too painful
Meng Yao smiled.
The morning light at seven o'clock had a gentle feeling. She took a photo of the blue sky and sent it to the group, saying: What a beautiful day.
Zhou Meng, Xia Shu:......
Xu Yao sent a message, which was also a photo, showing a crowded subway station. Xu Yao said: There were so many people. Zheng Hua’s sneakers, which he had only worn for a week, had a few footprints on them. He was heartbroken.
Meng Yao focused on his relatives and friends, and ignored his roommates for the time being, focusing on replying to Xu Yao's message: Do you live far from the company? How long does it take to take the subway?
Xu Yao replied: Not far, about half an hour
That's not far.
Meng Yao still remembered that Xu Yao drove her to school and then to the high-speed rail station when she was in Beijing. However, the car probably did not belong to Xu Yao. Although the model was very grand, the pendants and headrests in the car were very cute, making it look like a car. Very cozy inside.
She asked Xu Yao for confirmation, and Xu Yao said: The car was borrowed from my cousin. At that time, he said that he wanted to go back to school with you and take you to the high-speed rail station. It was not convenient to take a taxi with your luggage.
But speaking of this, Xu Yao does have plans to buy a car. He doesn't want to ask his family for money after graduation. He wasn't in a hurry before, but since the last time he borrowed a car from his cousin, he found that buying a car is actually quite necessary. Not only is it less troublesome to travel in daily life, but it will also be much more convenient for Meng Yao to have a car when he comes to Beijing in the future. Xu Yao roughly estimated his monthly salary and subtracted expenses to see if he can save enough money by the middle of next year. But he didn't tell Meng Yao about this. Buying a car was his own business. He didn't want to put pressure or burden on Meng Yao, and he hated taking credit for it by saying "I did it for you."
The students hadn't arrived at school yet, so Meng Yao went downstairs to have breakfast and met Feng Xiao.
The teachers had already had breakfast, and they were the only ones in the kitchen. Feng Xiao took a bottle of milk and touched Meng Yao lightly: "I want to tell you something."
Meng Yaogang and Xu Yao had sent messages, and asked in a brisk tone: "What?"
Feng Xiao said: "Zhang Ping's mother is gone and she probably won't come back again."
The news was so sudden that Meng Yao was stunned for a moment: "When did it happen?"
Not before the holidays.
Feng Xiao said: "I only heard about it when I came back from Dali during the National Day holiday. I wanted to tell you last night, but it was too late."
Meng Yao held a hard-boiled egg in his hand and opened his mouth not knowing what to say.
Zhang Ping's mother's attitude was actually very obvious last time. She was tired of this small mountain village. She once thought this was her happy home, and now she just wanted to escape. But Meng Yao didn't expect it to happen so soon.
She thought of Zhang Ping.
The boy who had tears in his eyes but stubbornly refused to let them fall, Meng Yao sent him home to pick a gentian flower and told him that the flower language of gentian flower was bravery. In fact, she made up this sentence. But Zhang Ping believed her and held the flower cherished on the way home.
Meng Yao couldn't imagine how such a boy could face his mother leaving him.
She frowned.
Feng Xiao asked: "Will Zhang Ping come to school today?"
Meng Yao shook her head. She didn't know this happened. The school system was not that important here, and she didn't receive any leave information or phone calls.
Feng Xiao sighed: "If you haven't come, don't ask. It's not good to mention this kind of thing again. Also ask other children not to talk about it. If you come, pay more attention to his emotions. We can only do this." .”
Having said that, Feng Xiao felt that Zhang Ping would most likely not come to class in the past two days.
What happened to Zhang Ping's mother affected Feng Xiao a little, and Feng Xiao couldn't help but ask: "Isn't love really eternal?"
Meng Yao couldn't give her an answer.
Just like Xu Yao said, in Zhang Ping's mother's life, she has the right to regret. Everyone calls her "Zhang Ping's mother", but she does not only have this identity, and it is difficult for outsiders to judge whether her choice is correct.
In this day and age, everyone is advocating loving yourself. She may just want to love herself more and put her own feelings first. There may be nothing wrong with this.
However, Meng Yao thought that this matter would be better solved without Zhang Ping.
Regardless, she caused indelible damage to Zhang Ping.
Many problems in this world are unsolvable. In many cases, the term "the best of both worlds" does not exist at all. When people make choices, they are actually experiencing the feeling of gaining and losing at the same time.
Zhang Ping's mother may have gained a "new life" after leaving here, but she also lost the opportunity to accompany Zhang Ping in his growth. To put it more seriously, the mother-son bond between her and Zhang Ping may have become shallow.
Meng Yao thought that even if she had planned to leave, she probably wouldn't be happy.
She suddenly thought of Song Lan again. To be precise, she thought of the relationship between her and Song Lan through this incident. She had never understood before why Song Lan vented all his bad emotions on her, making her become bad too. Occasionally, when she saw Song Lan getting up early and staying up late at night, making her breakfast, supper, and taking care of her daily life, she would feel that Song Lan actually loved her when she looked at Song Lan's somewhat rough hands and the sudden growth of white hair. I feel that love is not like this. Real love will not blindly deny you, will not make you feel worthless, and will not make you feel that you are a drag and obstacle. Meng Yao used to be conflicted and painful. She couldn't understand Song Lan's love, but now she suddenly understood why Song Lan wanted to vent his emotions on her, because while she was welcoming Meng Yao's arrival, Meng Yao also made her experience " Lose", lose yourself and lose the opportunity to perform. Song Lan felt unwilling and lonely when facing Meng Yao, and she was also painful and conflicted, so she was destined not to learn to love Meng Yao properly and correctly.
Of course Meng Yao would not forgive Song Lan for this. Although her birth was "untimely", it was not her choice. There was no reason for Song Lan to vent all his frustrations on her. It was not what she should bear. She just felt once again how much influence the original family has on a person. It will directly lead to the formation of personality and affect the trajectory of growth, and the pain points of the original family can even become a nightmare that lingers throughout life.
That wound may never heal.
Because of the news brought by Feng Xiao, this breakfast became unpalatable.
After eight o'clock, students entered the school gate one after another. Meng Yao stood at the door of the classroom. The children ran over to greet her with bright smiles. Meng Yao responded one by one and looked at the school gate again, but Zhang Ping was nowhere to be seen. She almost thought that just as Feng Xiao had guessed, Zhang Ping might not come to class these two days. Except for Zhang Ping, the other students were already sitting obediently in their seats waiting for Meng Yao to organize morning reading. Meng Yao looked towards the school gate again. After a quick glance, he sighed softly, and the moment he turned around and entered the classroom, he caught a glimpse of a thin figure.
Zhang Ping was the last one to enter the school gate. He lowered his head and was alone.
Meng Yao felt a little sad when she saw this scene, but she was also happy for his appearance. She called Zhang Ping's name loudly. Zhang Ping raised his head. Meng Yao smiled warmly, waved to him and said, "Come on, just wait. You."
Zhang Ping paused for a moment. He hesitated, not knowing what expression to use in response to Meng Yao. After a long time, he struggled to smile. It was an unattractive smile. Meng Yao's expression remained unchanged and he waited patiently. When Zhang Ping finally Walking up to her, Meng Yao's hands naturally wrapped around his small shoulders, as if giving him a hug.
Halfway through the morning reading class, Meng Yao left the classroom and went back to the dormitory. When she appeared at the door of the classroom again, she took a large plastic bag.
The children in the classroom looked at her curiously.
Meng Yao said nothing and waited until the morning reading was over before revealing that this was a gift for them.
She opened the bag, and there was an exclamation in the classroom.
What Meng Yao bought was a notebook and a pen, which didn't really matter. But what was special was that the cover of the notebook was exquisite, with a city's iconic building printed on it.
Meng Yao bought these notebooks when she was in Beijing. She put them in her suitcase and brought them back to her hometown in Beijing and brought them back to Yunnan from her hometown.
This kind of book is not cheap. She buys dozens of them. When she and Song Siqi were shopping, Song Siqi was shocked and asked her, "How much does it cost to teach for a month? You still have to pay for it."
When he learned that she was going to Yunnan in a suitcase, he even frowned: "Dozens of notebooks are a bit heavy, so let's express them."
Meng Yao said: "Express delivery is not convenient. I don't know where to send it. It shouldn't be delivered in mountainous areas."
Song Siqi was convinced: "Why do you have to buy a notebook from Beijing? You can't buy it anywhere."
"You can't buy it at the stationery store in our school town." Meng Yao said calmly, but Song Siqi was speechless.
Fortunately, the notebook was not particularly thick, and it could be pushed around in the suitcase. Meng Yao could still bear the weight.
Children who live in the mountains have never used this kind of notebook, or even seen it. They touched the cover and couldn't put it down.
Seeing that they liked it, Meng Yao felt that everything was worth it.
Probably because of Zhang Ping's incident, Meng Yao had coldly warned his classmates not to discuss their classmates' private affairs at will. This time, no students embarrassed Zhang Ping again.
Meng Yao noticed that whether in class or after class, Zhang Ping sat quietly in his seat and did not chat with his classmates. He was usually quiet, but his presence was even lower today.
After Feng Xiao finished his morning class, he came back to the office to get a glass of water and asked Meng Yao how Zhangping was doing.
Meng Yao shook his head and said he was feeling depressed.
Feng Xiao said that there must be an impact, it just depends on when he comes out. I really want to help with this kind of thing, but there is no way to do it.
Meng Yao nodded and said yes.
No one can replace the role of a mother.
After school in the afternoon, Zhang Ping was at the back. He slowly packed his schoolbag and walked out slowly, without energy.
When passing by Meng Yao, Meng Yao didn't think much, took his hand and said wait a moment.
She sent the other children away, took Zhang Ping to the office, grabbed a few lollipops from the drawer and put them in his hand.
This is what Meng Yao bought yesterday before she went back to school. It is a very ordinary and cheap fruit-flavored lollipop. She bought it to prevent motion sickness. However, while video chatting with Xu Yao in the car yesterday, she didn't get motion sickness and didn't eat it. When she went back to the dormitory to pick up those notebooks in the morning, she saw that she had brought them with her. The number was not enough and she did not distribute them to other children in the class. She put them in the office and planned to find an opportunity to give them to Zhang Ping, hoping that he could get a little sweetness from them.
Zhang Ping looked down at the lollipop in his hand. This was not uncommon and was also sold in town, but even so he rarely ate it. He hadn't eaten candy for a long, long time. It wasn't the New Year or the holidays and there was no reason to even want to eat candy. And mom said he has grown up.
Zhang Ping knew that he was the only student in the class who owned these lollipops, and he probably knew the reason. He didn't learn enough knowledge, but his self-esteem was probably innate, but at this moment he couldn't care about those self-esteems. The strength he had put so much effort into pretending was melted away by a few lollipops. Zhang Ping shed tears silently, and he let the tears fall on his hands drop by drop, leaving a warm touch. He choked and said: "Teacher Xiao Meng, my family is very poor, and I can't repay you. "
He just lowered his head, and Meng Yao said in a steady voice: "I don't need anything in return from you, I just hope you grow up well."
Zhang Ping couldn't help sobbing and asked: "Teacher, why are you so nice to me?"
Meng Yao smiled and said, "Because I like you."
She hugged him for real.
In the evening, Xu Yao chatted with Meng Yao after get off work. Meng Yao thought about it for a long time and took the initiative to tell Xu Yao about it.
She didn't go into details, just the general development of the matter.
She sent a text message, and Xu Yao did not interrupt her midway, giving her enough room to speak.
Maybe it was this kind of uninterrupted talk that made her feel relaxed. It was actually quite difficult for Meng Yao to describe her feelings to another person. She was used to digesting many things by herself, but this night she told Xu Yao said: I feel a little uncomfortable today.
She didn't know if Xu Yao could understand her emotions, but she felt that Xu Yao should be able to.
Meng Yao completely regarded Xu Yao as a tree hole. She said: Actually, I know that I can't help Zhang Ping. I also know that there are many suffering people in this world, but I have no choice but to do nothing. I can't save him. , but I still want to give him a little light in the dark moment. I hope that a little warmth can give him some courage and support him through a certain journey.
A small amount of warmth may not seem to matter to outsiders, but Meng Yao has received light before and knows that even though the light is weak in the eyes of outsiders, it actually has great energy.
Meng Yao thought that Xu Yao, as the person who had given her warmth, should understand her "idealism".
She held her phone and waited for Xu Yao's reply.
After waiting for two minutes, Xu Yao sent a text, which read: Meng Yao, I think I want to apologize to you. I remember that I told you to respect the fate of others when we were talking about Zhang Ping last time. I felt native at that time. We can't solve the problems caused by the family, so we say this somewhat helplessly. But I found that this sentence is not appropriate for me to say to you. In any case, teaching is not just a profession, it also requires a sense of mission and a strong belief. You have done a great job.
Meng Yao actually didn't feel that Xu Yao needed to apologize for a sentence. From a certain point of view, Xu Yao's words were not wrong. There are many things that we can't do anything about. As long as we do it with a clear conscience, it would be good.
But she was still touched by Xu Yao's words.
Not only Xu Yao's attitude, the respect and understanding for her shown in his words, but also his last sentence "You did a great job".
Such a straightforward and affirmative compliment made people burst into tears for a moment, and gained infinite courage and strength from it.
