The gate was only ten metres from the road, and trucks and walk-behind tractors drove past, leaving behind swirling dust and annoying noises. Men and women on bicycles swiped past in strings, and the bells jingled. He lowered his head or turned his head, trying to beckon passers-by to buy popsicles, but he was afraid that acquaintances would recognize him. "Mr. Wang sells popsicles?" was constantly greeted by people. The person who greeted him knew him and he couldn't recognize them for a while, and he couldn't think of their names, but they were all his students, or the father or grandfather of the students. Some of the students he taught had already taken their grandchildren as grandfathers, and he taught them, and he taught their sons and even their grandchildren. They hurriedly shouted "Mr. Wang sells popsicles" and disappeared, and they didn't seem to hear the meaning of sarcasm or ridicule or surprise from their voices. Mr. Wang's selling popsicles is actually ordinary, so there is no need to make a fuss. The reaction of outsiders to Mr. Wang's selling popsicles is not strong, at least not as heavy as Mr. Wang's own thoughts. He began to feel a ray of lightness, a hint of loneliness.

"Mr. Wang sells popsicles?"

Another person said hello. Teacher Wang squinted and focused, but still didn't recognize it, this person had a pair of big sunglasses on his eyes, a dark purple checkered shirt, jeans, and the motorcycle under his buttocks was still clanging although it stopped. Mr. Wang still couldn't recognize who this person was. The visitor slowly got off the motorcycle, took off his sunglasses, hung them on the buttons on his chest, put a hand in his waist, and asked a little strangely, "Mr. Wang, why did you sell popsicles?"

Teacher Wang looked at the middle-aged man Hesensen's stringed beard, a pair of deep dimples under his thick eyebrows, so familiar, but he couldn't remember the name: "Hmm! The school is engaged in work-study ......" said that he felt more and more awkward, obviously to make money for himself, but it was difficult to say.

"Work-Study ...... You shouldn't be asked to sell popsicles. At such an age, the school leaders are really confused!" said the middle-aged man, and then asked, "Is it a task assigned to each teacher?"

"No, no, no. "Teacher Wang is ruthless, he can't lie anymore and let people scold the leader," the teachers themselves want to sell. ”

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, swallowed what he wanted to say or the question he wanted to ask, and then smiled, "Teacher Wang, you probably don't know me, I'm from He Shecang, He Jiaying." ”

"Oh oh, you are He Shecang. Teacher Wang remembered. When he taught him, he was a thin little white face, and his eyes with long eyelashes always showed a shy look. His studies and conduct are the top in the class, and he has been rated as "three good" for many years, but when he came to the stage to accept the award, he was too shy to look down at the bottom of the stage. The middle-aged man standing in front of him still had long eyelashes, his eyes were deeper, and he was no longer shy, but he had an aggressive power that drilled straight into people's hearts. He asked casually, "Shecang, what are you doing now?"

"I run a shoe factory at home. He Shecang said, "Teacher Wang, you don't know, I delayed the opportunity to work outside. That year, when I recommended students to the university, the members recommended me, but the branch secretary reported his nephew to the commune, and he went to university and is now working in Xi'an! At that time, the members of the commune urged me to go to the commune to make trouble, and I mustered up the courage to go around the gate of the commune three times and come back. First of all, we are too ashamed to open our mouths!"

Teacher Wang was surprised: "There is such a thing!"

He Shecang turned his words to the popsicle box again: "Teacher Wang, when I saw you selling popsicles just now, I felt uncomfortable somehow, with your old man's gray hair, how could you stand at the school gate to sell popsicles? I'm going to make a phone call and ask someone from the family to bring the popsicle back, and you're standing at the school gate to suffer. As he spoke, he walked into the school gate and made a phone call, and then came out again and said, "Okay, people will come immediately." He Shecang squatted down and took out a cigarette with three 5 characters printed on it.

Teacher Wang thanked the cigarette and still muttered: "If you want to cool down the workers, you can go to the school popsicle factory to pick up goods, cheap." I'm still selling here slowly. ”

"Teacher Wang, you're sorry. He Shecang said, "When I was studying in front of you, I was always afraid that people would laugh at me. Now I have become bold! Don't tell Mr. Wang that my shoe factory would not have been able to run it for 10,000 years according to my past temperament. I heard that the old Lu who was originally in my village is now the director of the shoe factory, so I went to him and wanted to set up a shoe factory for them, and he agreed. The second time I went, he said it was not easy to get it. When I came back, others told me, 'That's asking for goods.' I gritted my teeth and gave Lao Lu a thousand yuan, and promised the shoe factory to set up a three-seven dividend, which means that Lao Lu doesn't care about anything but takes money. The amount of money I gave Lao Lu in the past three years can make you stumble when you hear it!"

Teacher Wang sighed in amazement. Although he had heard a lot of such things, he could not help but be amazed.

"Teacher Wang, now...... Hey!" He Shecang shook his head, "I often think of the principles of life and human conduct that you told us, and now I still feel that it is right and right, and there is nothing wrong. But...... It doesn't work!"

Teacher Wang's heart sank and he couldn't speak. But the right truth doesn't work, and it doesn't work universally. But he is still educating the students of the sixth grade A in that way of morality and character, is this education beneficial or hindering the students?

Another motorcycle came speeding up, and with a sharp turn, it turned onto the concrete road in front of the school and stopped in front of He Shecang. He Shecang instructed: "Take away Mr. Wang's popsicle box, distribute the popsicles to everyone to eat, and then send the money and the box together." ”

The person who came was a sturdy and sturdy young man, who nodded twice at every word He Shecang said, with a look of subservience and obedience. He picked up the popsicle box and tied it to the back rack of the motorcycle, and responded again and again: "Factory director, don't worry, I can still make a mistake in this little thing?"

He Shecang turned to Teacher Wang and said, "Teacher Wang, go back to rest, I should go to the city to do errands." I'll invite you to sit at home in a few days, I have a lot to say to you! You're a good person, a good teacher. ”

The guy with the popsicle box drove away.

He Shecang put on his big sunglasses again and drove westward, leaving behind a pungent smell of oil smoke.

Mr. Wang looked at the disappeared people and cars, and was a little stunned, his heart seemed to be empty, and his brain was a little wooden.