The class bell rang, and the two little guys who entered the school ran to their respective classrooms.
However, what makes Watson feel strange is that today's husband seems to be a little unhappy. When he walked into the church, he did not say hello to everyone, but stood on the podium for a while before opening the book.
"Dear students, there are two classmates in our class who cannot come to the school to study with us because of an accident at home... We must help each other and love each other in the future, and no fighting is allowed in school... ..”
Before the class started, the red-eyed gentleman said something off-topic, which surprised Watson who was sitting below him. He turned around and saw that there were two empty stools that were usually filled with classmates.
It turns out that two students really failed to come to class today.
Watson thought of what his father had told Uncle Liu, that people living in this day and age were like wild dogs. It's like weeds in the wind, they will wither at some point.
Mr. Why didn't say it, and Watson didn't dare to ask. He only hopes that his father will come back from the county as soon as possible. When he can't ask his husband about things he doesn't understand, he will go home and ask his father.
...
When I returned home in the evening, it was already sunset. Looking at Huang Yushu sitting on the counter, Watson called out from a distance: "Master, you are finally back."
Looking at Huang Yushu who was not very interested, Watson told him what happened in school, and then asked: "Dad, is it okay for eldest sister and eldest brother to be in school?"
Huang Yushu looked at his sentimental son and shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "Your eldest sister and your eldest brother are naturally fine, but in the county school, three classmates in your eldest sister's class alone did not come to register."
Speaking of this, Huang Yushu looked at Uncle Liu sitting in front of him and sighed: "What kind of world and what kind of years are these!"
Seeing that his father was not in a good mood, and knowing that his eldest sister and brother were fine, Watson crept into the house with his schoolbag on his back.
Sometimes the inadvertent pain among adults can be transmitted to smart and sensible children, just like Watson today. In class, he saw his teacher's helpless loneliness.
Looking at the empty desks, I saw that last semester we were still playing together and studying with my husband, but in the blink of an eye, we dropped out of school due to unexpected changes at home.
This was a strong impact on Watson's young mind, no less severe than the shock caused to him by the loss of his son in Wangjiamipu last time.
When I returned home, I learned from my father that even in the county school, students dropped out of school because of it.
This had a great impact on him, so much so that when he returned home and saw Sister Hong, there was less fighting in the past. I just opened my schoolbag, opened the textbook taught by Mr. Tianzhi, and read it carefully.
Ms. Liu, who was out for a walk with her child in her arms, watched Watson sitting obediently in the room reading, and did not disturb him. She just walked around outside the store with her third child in her arms.
While making dinner, Sister Hong walked out and asked Watson: "Little guy, did you get scolded by your husband today? Who told you to go crazy in the mountains with Ergou during your vacation?"
Watson looked at her and smiled: "No, I just want to read more books!"
Sister Hong shook her head, turned around and walked to the kitchen.
I wonder if the self-esteem of children nowadays is so strong that they can’t even bear the words of their husband?
She felt that she should have a good talk with Mr. Liu about Watson in the evening, and not let some small things affect his studies.
Watson, who was lowering his head to read, didn't know that Sister Hong was thinking wrongly when she looked at him. He just held the book and read it over and over again, hoping to memorize the text taught by his teacher today more skillfully.
Ms. Liu came to the store with her youngest son in her arms, looked at Huang Yushu and asked, "What's going on? Watson seems to be in a low mood today. Was he scolded by the husband, or did he get a lesson from you?"
Huang Yushu looked at her and smiled bitterly: "He was obedient today. Why did I scold him? I guess the husband didn't scold him either. It was because of something that happened suddenly..."
Huang Yushu told him what Watson asked him and what happened in the county school. Then he said softly: "Our son is too sensitive, I don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing?!"
When Mrs. Liu heard this, she frowned slightly, looked at Huang Yushu and said, "Of course it's a good thing. If he looks like a pig and doesn't care about anything, would you be happy with it?"
When Uncle Liu heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "How could anyone describe his child as a pig? Watson has changed a lot in the past few months. It is probably due to the influence of the incident at Wangjia Mipu. What happened..."
Huang Yushu looked at the two people and murmured: "You don't understand, sometimes I would rather Watson be as stupid as a pig... Pigs are as happy as pigs, and children who are too smart will have a much harder life than ordinary people. ."
When Mrs. Liu heard this, she lowered her head and thought about the same reason.
"It's rare to be confused and you should teach adults. Don't use it to teach children now. Watson's things will grow up as he goes. Let him face the things he should experience and the suffering he should bear."
Mr. Liu has his own understanding and approach to the education of his son, which is somewhat different from Huang Yushu.
Huang Yushu sighed and looked at the gloomy sky outside the house and said: "I don't know if the mayor has anything to do with this matter. As long as the mayor gives an order and asks everyone to help, it's not impossible."
Uncle Liu looked at Huang Yushu and shook his head, saying: "The mayor is now like a clay Buddha crossing the river. He cannot save himself. How can he care about the lives of the people?"
Huang Yu nodded again and replied: "That's right. It would be good if he can keep the official hat on his head these days. I'm afraid he doesn't have the energy to meddle in such nosy matters."
Mrs. Liu looked at the two men and shook her head, and said seriously: "It's not easy for our family, Yu Shu, please don't meddle in other people's business! Sister Hong has been married to Wang San for so long, and she might give birth to a baby that day. ..."
Uncle Liu glanced at Ms. Liu, nodded, sighed, and replied: "The child of Wang San and Sister Hong is naturally our child, and we must take good care of it."
He had the same idea as Mr. Liu, telling Huang Yushu to stop meddling in school affairs. His own affairs were a mess.
In this age of war and chaos, who doesn’t have a book that is difficult to recite?
With a sigh, Mrs. Liu carried the child and walked into the house. After listening to Huang Yushu's words, she was no longer in the mood to go out for a walk. She wanted to go back to the house to persuade her son.
Sister Hong came out of the kitchen, looked at Mrs. Liu and asked, "Has Watson been scolded? He looks like an eggplant in autumn, and he can't cheer up."
Mrs. Liu glanced at her and said softly: "Don't worry about Watson's affairs. Let him think about it by himself. There are some things that he has to face by himself. Just figure it out."
"Isn't that because of the husband and the shopkeeper?" Sister Hong asked incredulously.
Ms. Liu glared at her and said, "These days, sometimes a child's suffering is not only due to his parents and husband, you know?"
Sister Hong nodded, indicating that she understood somewhat. Sister Hong was also a smart woman.
...
In the early morning of the next day, Watson woke up from the warm quilt in a daze. He opened his eyes, rubbed them and found that he was feeling better.
After getting out of bed and washing up, he remembered what happened yesterday and said to himself, "Ah! Two more classmates are missing."
Sister Hong asked curiously: "What classmate, you are missing something, let the shopkeeper buy it for you."
Watson shook his head and said, "No need, nothing less."
"No? Tell me when you think of it." Sister Hong looked at him and said seriously.
In Watson's opinion, neither the students in the county nor his own classmates may be able to return to his classroom. Because the school is incapable, the town mayor is unwilling, and the county mayor is naturally even less likely to help these students.
While he was thinking wildly, Sister Hong walked up to him with a bowl of porridge and two fried dough sticks, and said with a smile: "Eat quickly. After eating, go to school. Don't let your husband punish you for being late."
Watson took the fried dough sticks and looked at the bowl of porridge on the table, feeling warm in his heart. In my heart, no matter how chaotic the world is, my own home is still a small paradise.
At least his parents, Sister Hong and Uncle Liu, would shield him from the wind and rain and prevent them from falling on him.
Ergou started shouting at the door of the store just after breakfast. As a new student, Ergou had been particularly excited these past two days and walked with spring breeze on his feet.
The two friends walked hand in hand in the direction of the school regardless of whether it would be sunny or rainy.
On this day, the teacher did not read from the textbook, but read a poem to the students.
The high autumn wind howls in August and rolls up the triple thatch on my house. Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones float around the pond.
...
There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy! Unmoved by wind and rain, it is as peaceful as a mountain. Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death!
The husband read very slowly, word for word, and it took him a while to finish reading the poem. Looking at the group of children in the hall, the gentleman could hardly speak.
An attentive student noticed that at this time, there seemed to be tears falling down on the gentleman's face.
The gentleman turned around and wrote a line of words on the blackboard:
There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy!
After writing this line, the gentleman turned around again. There were no tears on his face, only firm eyes and a calm face.
Looking at the students in the hall, the teacher said softly: "We will do it, we will definitely do it!"
Watson repeated in a low voice in the audience: "We can definitely do it!"
"There are tens of millions of mansions in Anhui, and the great shelter will make all the poor people in the world happy."
Watson, sitting under the classroom, read softly.
Looking at the excited gentleman in the hall, Watson seemed to have returned to the day when his gentleman told him the story of the Imperial Master last semester. The gentleman of that day had the same expression as the gentleman of today.
There was a wildfire burning gently in his eyes. Although the gentleman's face that day was full of expectation, today's gentleman's face was full of anger and sadness.
Under the teacher's inadvertent impact again and again, Watson became more determined to become a teacher when he grew up.
After calming down, the gentleman then explained the story behind the poem.
"In the early spring of the second year of the Yuan Dynasty, the poet built a thatched hut by the Huanhua River. He had a temporary shelter and could live in peace. Unexpectedly, in August, strong winds damaged the house, and heavy rains followed..."
"The poet couldn't sleep for a long night and was filled with emotions! He wrote this popular poem. The poem is about his hut, but it expresses his concern for the country and the people."
"The night is long, the house is leaky and the bed is wet, how can we wait until dawn! When will there be tens of millions of spacious houses to shelter the poor scholars in the world and make them smile! As stable as a mountain?"
"Alas! When such a tall house appears in front of me, even if my thatched hut is blown apart by the autumn wind, I will be willing to freeze to death!"
The teacher stood in the hall and explained the poet's story and state of mind to everyone, as if he was showing his sincere heart to his students.
Most of the children in front of him didn't understand why his husband was so excited today, but Watson understood his voice and wanted to be like him!
"The five openings of Hao, Mao, Jiao, Shao and Ao have a flat tone, and the sound of wind comes from the rhyme. The high autumn wind howls in August and rolls up the three layers of thatch on my house. The momentum is rapid... The sound is grand, and it can be read like Hear the roar of the autumn wind..."
The teacher stood in the lecture hall and lectured for most of the class in one breath. Watson supported his chin with his hands and listened to most of the class with his ears pricked up.
