On that day, after inadvertently "carrying the black cauldron" for Yang Jialu and suffering a "disaster", he did sigh at the mustache's ability to "see six ways and listen to all directions", and also knew that he was indeed silently paying attention to and caring about me, otherwise how could I tell all kinds of "heroic deeds" in school and class like a few treasures?

Looking back, what he said was indeed the truth, and it was a coincidence that he poured cold water on my pride in the pride that I had just achieved a little bit of success, which made me indeed guard against arrogance and rashness, and calmed down a lot.

As for what he said to Yang Jialu later, it is unknown.

However, after the class results came out, it was exactly the same as he expected, and I jumped from the bottom of the class last semester to the eighth, like a dazzling dark horse once again stood out, and rushed into the sight of teachers and classmates with a "loose momentum".

Not to mention, parents show off everywhere how good their son is, how hard he studies, how outstanding his test scores are, ranking in the top ten in his class, and scoring more than 95 points in the three "main subjects......

It seems that in the hearts of parents, the words of praising their children can never be said endlessly, even if they are living in poverty, but it has never affected their pride in their children's "hope that their son will become a dragon" and "hope that their daughter will become a phoenix" from the bottom of their hearts.

I believe that this is the case with parents all over the world.

In the late Qing Dynasty, an important political figure in the late Qing Dynasty, Yehenala and Empress Xiaoqinxian, who is well known to all of us, the Empress Dowager Cixi, was unable to attend the 60th birthday of her mother, Fucha, so she asked her ministers to send her mother a lot of birthday gifts.

The most important thing is to write a poem for his mother, write an inscription, frame it, and give it to her mother, Fucha. Because the original manuscript was destroyed in the 70s of the 20th century, the title is unknown, but the poem was recorded in the process of oral transmission, and I believe many people are familiar with it:

The love between parents and fathers in the world is the truest, and tears and blood dissolve into the bodies of children.

Strive to be a son in the end, pity the hearts of parents all over the world!

Presumably, the Empress Dowager Cixi was also grateful for her mother's nurturing grace when she wrote the poem!

The hot topic of midterm exams is gradually forgotten by everyone in the intense study process, everyone will have a new study plan and new learning goals after this, and most of the students who are eager to progress will silently hide in their hearts, work hard, save silently, and wait for the day when they break through themselves.

However, there are dozens of people in the class, and there will always be some strange people and things happening around us.

As it happens, we have one in our class.

One day, the wind was mild, but the winter season was not warm.

The second period in the afternoon happened to be the mustache's math class.

There are three types of students in the class.

The first type is the students who are eager to get the edification of knowledge, eager to progress, and listen with relish, students like me (hehe, although a little cheeky and boastful, but my mathematics is one of the best in the class); the second type is the students who want to improve, but have no choice but to have a slightly poor foundation, and the more they listen, the more they listen, the more they don't understand, the more they doze off, and occasionally they can't help but "nod" their heads; the third type is the students who don't understand at all, don't want to listen, and sleep on the desk.

However, the head teacher of the mustache is an extremely responsible teacher, and he will always take various "means" and "measures" to adjust the classroom atmosphere, so that the sleepy and sleeping students can be as awake as possible.

Asking questions in class and doing questions on the podium are the most commonly used means.

The mustache usually always finds some second-class and third-class classmates to "fight in the front" first, and become "cannon fodder", when they appear in the battle "unable to attack, unable to defend", and then the first type of classmates "like a bamboo" to "end the battle".

Just as the second and third groups of students stood up for "a big piece", waiting for the mustache to call on the first group of students to break the game, a rural woman in ragged clothes and a disheveled hair came to the outside of the classroom and walked back and forth several times, not knowing what she wanted to do.

Mustache and many of his classmates saw her, but in order not to affect the teaching effect, Mustache never reacted.

In the north, the temperature in November has reached below freezing.

Through the window, you can see that the village woman is wearing a shabby cotton jacket and cotton pants, and there are one or two patches on the cotton jacket, and her messy hair is mixed with a little gray hair, as if it has not been cleaned and combed for a long time, and her already somewhat pale and unhealthy face is full of shriveled and waterless cracks under the ravages of the winter cold.

After about ten minutes, the village woman, as if she had made up her mind, tentatively stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door of the classroom.

"Knock knock!"

Naturally, the mustache noticed the village woman and opened the door to welcome her into the classroom.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" After all, the mustache was a people's teacher, and he did not show the posture of "judging people by their appearance", and asked politely.

The village woman came in, bowed to the mustache, and said timidly:

"Hello teacher!"

Where could the mustache stand this, and hurriedly stopped, "Don't be like this, don't be like this", and asked again: "Who are you looking for?"

"I'm sorry to disturb your class!" The village woman bowed again and said, "This is Class 198? You are Zhang Duan, Teacher Zhang, right?"

When the mustache heard this, he looked a little surprised: "You know me?"

"I met you once when I first came to register my child, and then there was more farm work in the village, so I never came again. The village woman said with a smiling face: "I am the mother of Zhang Xueping in our class." ”

"Oh! It turns out that you are Zhang Xueping's mother!" As soon as the mustache heard that it was the student's parent, he immediately opened his mouth to show Zhang's mother the way, saying, "Let's go to my office to talk about something." ”

"No, no", Zhang's mother refused embarrassedly: "I just want to see if Zhang Xueping comes to school." ”

When the mustache heard this, he knew that it was his mother who was looking for the child, and he estimated that something was wrong, so he shouted: "Zhang Xueping!"

"Here!" Zhang Xueping suddenly stood up from his seat.

On weekdays, everyone fights and makes trouble in a class, but when I saw Zhang Xueping's mother today, I suddenly found that Zhang Xueping's hair and skin color were somewhat similar to Zhang's mother. The only difference is that although Zhang Xueping's clothes are a little old, they have been washed cleanly, and they are many times stronger than his mother's clothes!

Zhang's mother looked at Zhang Xueping, as if a hanging heart was put down: "Okay, okay, it's good that Zhang Xueping is here, then I'll go." ”

After that, Zhang's mother was leaving.

This time, the mustache is indeed the monk of Zhang's second son--I am confused: "Aren't you looking for Zhang Xueping? Why do you see that he is coming and leaving? Is there nothing wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just a little worried about him, so I came to take a look, and now that I know he's in school, I'm relieved. Zhang's mother said.

Out of the responsibility of a teacher, the mustache was worried about whether something was going on in their family, and if it caused any bad influence in the school, it would be bad, so he felt obligated to know the inside story, so he said something more and asked, "Mother Zhang, is something going on?"

As he spoke, knowing that Zhang's mother would not follow him to the office, and regardless of the classes going on in the classroom, he quickly moved a stool and put it next to Zhang's mother, "You sit down first and speak slowly." ”

"I, I...... Woo......"

Without waiting for the mustache to react, Zhang's mother suddenly hid her face and cried.

The mustache hurriedly sat it down, and was about to say something, but Zhang's mother opened her mouth: "Teacher Zhang, I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it, Pingping is a bitter child, his father died unexpectedly when he was young, and it was me who pulled him up with a handful of and urine." ”

"Because I am the only one in the family who works, there are old and young, so I take little care of mediocre. ”

"At noon today, Pingping wanted to ask me for 1 yuan of pocket money. However, this year's year is not good, and I am a woman farming, and the grain output is not high, and the money from the grain sales has not yet been paid back by the supply and marketing cooperatives, so I happen to have no money to spare. ”

"Moreover, I am not willing to sell them all at home, as well as my children, as well as the elderly, and I want to keep some to eat as much as our family. ”

"As a result, Ping Ping was annoyed at the time, and he punched me in the arm and ran away, and it hurt a little bit when I hit half the size, you see, I still can't pick it up now. With that, Zhang's mother tried to raise her arm.

"I'm afraid that the child will be angry with me, don't run out and do something, I'm a little worried about him, so I came to the school to see, and when he came, I was relieved, then I should also go. ”

After saying it in one breath, he seemed to feel a little embarrassed, and bowed to the mustache again before leaving, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang!"

Then, he said to Zhang Xueping: "Study hard and listen to the teacher!"

After speaking, he carefully opened the door of the classroom, crept out, closed the door again, and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight with trembling steps......