Zhang Xiaokai became a man of the year in the school for the second time.

The last time was at the beginning of this year, when school started, and almost everyone knew that there was a classmate in the school who died after a plane crash.

Among the many teachers in the school, there is a male teacher named Chris Stewart, who once majored in American literary history at Duke University, and has always had a dream of being a writer, but he has no good creative themes.

He has written hundreds of thousands of words of short stories one after another, ranging from magical realism to mystery novels, and no publisher has taken a fancy to them, and in the end he just paid for a few copies and put them at home for fun.

Some time ago, I just watched "Desert Island" for the second time, and the movie starring Mr. Tom Hanks in 2000 was always interesting, until I happened to see Zhang Xiaokai on campus, and then I remembered that he also spent two or three days alone in the northern wilderness.

After sighing, I suddenly had the idea of describing the whole accident!

After pondering for most of the day, I collected a lot of reports about the accident, and the more I thought about it, the more excited I felt.

This is the scene where Mr. Chris Stewart suddenly ran to the dormitory to find Zhang Xiaokai, and brought a KFC family bucket and a pizza to show his sincerity.

At this moment.

Looking at the food on the table, Zhang Xiaokai didn't understand why this smiling white teacher in his forties wanted to bring food to himself.

Out of politeness, the inquiry says, "Sorry, this is ......"

"Matt, you don't know me, but I know you. Let me introduce myself, I'm a teacher at this school, and now I'm teaching literature in grades 1 to 5, Chris Stewart, you can call me Chris. ”

The story of his dreams is on Zhang Xiaokai, the male teacher is so excited that his face turns red, very much like some strange uncle.

The food wasn't touched, even though the fried chicken and pizza mix was charming.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Stewart, but what's going on?"

"Ah, I don't know what you like, I thought I hadn't eaten dinner yet, so I went out and bought some at random, hurry up and eat it, it will be cold later!

Teacher Chris Stewart has such a personality, he is the kind of nerd who has been bullied since he was a child, and his emotional intelligence is not high.

Holding the pizza box and distributing it to Zhang Xiaokai's roommates, he pulled a chair and sat down, and told: "That's the case, I want to write a memoir about what happened to you on the northern border between the United States and Canada, recording everything since the crash, I even have a name in mind, it's called "Survival in the Snow", how about it, it's very good!"

Only Mr. Stewart was excited, Zhang Xiaokai didn't feel excited at all, and some were just like falling into an ice cave, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet to the back of his head.

It was the last thing he wanted to recall, and it was finally forgotten and brought up again.

Decisively put down the pizza that had just taken two bites, because it was a teacher, he didn't show the other party's face, and the smile on his face was embarrassing: "I'm sorry, that time was ...... for me It's painful, it's painful for me and for my father, and you're probably in vain, and I'm not ready to talk to anyone. If nothing else, I'm going to read the book first. ”

The last sentence is tantamount to closing the door and sending off guests, Zhang Xiaokai doesn't even want to think about it.

Mr. Chris Stewart didn't expect the scene to be like this, he thought that after he talked about it, the two hit it off, and even brought a notebook and a pen, in order to record the plot from the mouth of the person concerned.

Hearing Zhang Xiaokai say this, he suddenly thought of the things that had been ignored before, and as a bystander, he felt nothing, but that experience was quite cruel to Zhang Xiaokai.

So he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his reaction, his face was full of apologies, and he continued: "I'm sorry, I feel sorry for what happened to your mother. ”

"It's okay, it's not your fault. ”

Zhang Xiaokai had already started to continue reading, but his head was empty, and he couldn't read it at all, and after saying this, he just wanted the teacher to leave quickly.

However, Mr. Chris Stewart did not give up, and continued: "Then you should write a memoir, as a gift to your mother, she must love you very much, right, don't you want more people to know about her?"

A little impulsive, this time Zhang Xiaokai didn't give the other party a face, and he didn't want to listen, so he got up impatiently and went out, put on headphones and left the dormitory.

I didn't want to go anywhere, so I walked to the library, went in and found a chair to lie on, and turned the volume of my headphones to the maximum.

He was in a good mood, but at the moment he was inexplicably restless, and he hated Mr. Stewart's words, feeling like he was forcing himself to say something he didn't want to remember.

A librarian came to him and asked him what was wrong, Zhang Xiaokai just shook his head after getting up, found an empty table and continued to lie on his stomach.

Before a song was finished, someone tapped him on the shoulder, and as soon as he raised his head with unhappy eyes, he saw a little girl about his age.

Zhang Xiaokai knows her.

Norma Osuna, a smart girl who was born in Argentina and immigrated to the United States with her parents a few years ago, wears big funny glasses and slightly curly dark brown hair.

In the past, her grades were often either first or second in the grade, and she was the one who occasionally surpassed Zhang Xiaokai in grades.

As a Latin American, his skin is so white that he is bright, and he is getting his teeth straightened, most of which is due to low self-esteem, and his mouth does not move much when he speaks, and he asked Zhang Xiaokai: "Are you sick?" I heard that you successfully skipped a grade and entered the eleventh grade, and I haven't congratulated you yet. ”

"No, it's just a nasty thing. ”

Zhang Xiaokai's hands were in his trouser pockets, half of his face was tightly fit the table, and he said weakly.

In the past, some courses were the same, and Norma Osuna was often met, but the two had never spoken to each other before, even when they won scholarships together last year and shared the stage with other students.

Looking at Norma from this angle, her face is a little round, and she doesn't have much impression of her, but she just keeps her head down and reads all day long, otherwise she wouldn't have worn such thick glasses, probably belonging to the kind of students who are a little smart and hardworking, but her classmates don't like to play with her.

Norma didn't stop there, and continued: "My father used to say that when something bad happens, it's much more comfortable to talk to people, and I just finished my homework and now I have time to listen to you. ”

Zhang Xiaokai didn't answer at first, but after more than ten seconds, thinking about it, he recounted the process of chatting with Mr. Stewart just now, and said: "I hate that people force me to do things I don't like, and I have clearly refused, but I still want me to say, it's amazing, isn't it?"

"That's probably the way adults think, and my family often asks me to do things I don't like, like practicing the piano. ”

"These are two different things, at least practicing the piano won't make you feel like me. Zhang Xiaokai rolled his eyes and replied.

Norma thought about it and nodded seriously: "I admit that you are right, I always took the first place during the time you didn't come to school." ”

"So you don't want me back?"

"That's not true, I just want to say that after I got the first grade, my parents stopped forcing me to play the piano and reduced the time I spent practicing, which allowed me to spend more energy on studying. ”

The strange brain circuit, just now it was clearly said that it was to appease Zhang Xiaokai, and it was pulled to himself.

However, Norma quickly returned to the topic and said, "If you don't like to hear it, if you really write a book according to that teacher's intentions, it will be a good comfort to your mother who has gone to heaven, isn't it?"

You can remember her in the book and tell people how good she is, and maybe until hundreds of years later, people will know about her. ”

"Stop, I really don't like to hear it. ”

Zhang Xiaokai still sighed as if he was seriously ill, "But she is really good, and she will definitely be able to enter the kingdom of heaven, I didn't believe that the kingdom of heaven really exists before, but now I decide that it must be somewhere ......"