"Okay, so wordy, I see you're quite tired, wait and sit at my house. He turned to the middle-aged man in cloth shoes and said, "How is the harvest in the field this year?

The man handed the bag out of his hand, "Teacher, this is bacon, and I specially honor your old man to try it." This year, I really regret not listening to the teacher, the teacher told me to raise pigs, but I didn't raise them, but raised dozens of sheep, just earned back. Didn't they come to see you this year?"

"Yesterday, Hao Meifang, they came. Alas, you guys are really, knowing I don't like gifts, but you still have to give so many things. How is your son? You're about to go to middle school, right? I have a colleague who is the principal of Hibiscus Middle School, and when the time comes, he will inform me that he can enroll in school for free without charging a penny. ”

Liao Xuebing stopped the steering wheel and stayed in the car and watched them quietly.

He may not be good enough to teach the world's top talents, he may not be able to make the lives of students who are in poverty better, he may be rigid in his brain, and his thinking may not keep up with the flow of cháo, but he is the most beloved teacher of his students. Every student sees him as a father, adored and respected from the bottom of their hearts. He must have given his students the most profound teachings, so much so that they would never forget it, and for decades, no matter what the circumstances, spontaneously came from all over the world to visit him at the end of each year, eager to hear his voice and smile again.

Therefore, when he accidentally learned that the alumni of his alma mater held the selection of "super teachers", he would vote for him. Outperform everyone in the final moments.

Therefore, even the "selection committee", whose main purpose is to spoof, will respect Situ Moran so much.

"What's wrong with you?" Xie Rushuang asked softly behind him.

"It's nothing, let's go home for the holidays. ”

……

In fact, in his mind, there was such a beloved teacher, but the past is like a cloud.

Thirteen years ago, Liao Xuebing was a senior in Lihua Town High School, and the winter was very cold, and the outdoor temperature was below zero, so he didn't dare to say that he could freeze people's noses, but if he walked outside shirtless and came back, there would definitely be no place on his body that was not hard. The school is not in good condition, and there is no heating and air conditioning in the classrooms. It's not much different from the temperature outside.

Xiao Liao's family is poor, his father is a painter who does odd jobs in the town, occasionally selling calligraphy and paintings that no one cares about, and his mother is too weak to work, and she has raised three developing children, unlike other children who often have new clothes to wear. Inside was a shirt that my mother bought. It had only been worn for two years at the time, and it still looked new. In the middle is a sweater knitted by my sister. The little girl was not skilled enough, the stitches were a little crooked, and the size of the wool was not uniform, some were thick and thin, and some were red and green, because this dress had been ridiculed a lot. Wearing an old school uniform in which my brother wears a small one. There was a hole in the armpit, and my sister helped to fill it.

The poverty of his life led to his exclusion from the mainstream of his class, and he rarely received real friendships in those years.

After class at school that day, a group of boring people said that there was a water monster in the pond behind the campus, which caused a sensation among all the students and deceived Liao Xuebing to run to watch. Squeezing in the crowd. I don't know who pushed it, and suddenly fell into the cold and bone-chilling pond. The zero-degree pond does not freeze, but the temperature can freeze people to death. Liao Xuebing tried his best to climb ashore, soaking wet and cold to the bone marrow. I couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest, and I almost couldn't breathe. His classmates were smiling at him. No one sympathizes.

Liao Xuebing shivered in the cold wind, afraid that his mother would worry and did not dare to go home. At this time, a white and delicate hand stretched out to him, it was his homeroom teacher, Mr. Luo.

Teacher Luo took him home, boiled hot water for a bath, took out clean clothes for him to change, and cooked ginger soup to ward off the cold. Although the two didn't say anything, Teacher Luo's clear eyes shone deeply into Liao Xuebing's heart. The look was not pity, not sympathy, but encouragement and support.

It is extremely rare to send charcoal in the snow, which is enough to make people remember it for a lifetime. From then on, when he looked at Mr. Luo, he had an extra layer of respect and admiration. Imagine that when you are isolated and helpless, someone reaches out and pulls you without considering anything in return or asking for a reward, will you be grateful? Not to mention that at that time, it was just Liao Xuebing's high school days when his mind was not mature and he was not strong enough.

He looked forward to Mr. Luo's class every day, and as long as he heard that gentle voice, he felt a peace of mind. The two never talked too much, and the kind-hearted Teacher Luo probably would never know about her student's wonderful thoughts.

Half a month later, Mr. Luo hanged himself in his room because he was insulted by four gangsters. The killer is said to be her boyfriend and her boyfriend's drinking and meat friend.

The only teacher who helped him died like this.

Liao Xuebing did not go to the scene of the crime because he did not have the courage. He had met the so-called boyfriend once, he was very tall and handsome, and his appearance was comparable to that of Mo Dagongzi.

On that day, Liao Xuebing went to the market to buy two sharp kitchen knives, put them on his waist, did not attend classes, did not go home, and walked around Lihua Town for three whole days, when he thought that as long as he met that man, he would not hesitate to rush over and chop that person into meat sauce. But he was never found, and some people later said that he had already fled when he heard the news, and he didn't know where to hide.

The cold pear blossom avenue is cold and windy. At only fifteen years old, Liao Xuebing, who was thin and thin, stood at the corner of the street, letting tears rag on his face.

In his heart, he always wanted that man's life, not for anything else, but for the only beloved teacher. Later, a lot of manpower was mobilized, but no one was found, and thirteen years of rìzi passed day by day.

……

Liao Xuebing looked at Situ Moran in a daze and lit a cigarette.

Xie Rushuang said: "You can't smoke in the car, it's very uncomfortable. ”

Liao Xuebing sighed, numbly pressed the cigarette butt in front of the beautiful rosewood material, and Xiao Lanluo didn't even respond to calling him a few times.

To be a teacher is to be like a teacher, you can't go to the moment anymore, at least you have to get the unreserved respect of the students like Minister Situ, or Teacher Luo, at least there will be a student who misses her and is proud of her after thirteen years.

Lao Liao silently made up his mind.

When I woke up the next day and came to school, I remembered that I had eaten Su Bingyun's dog for nothing, and I couldn't help but be a little amused and a little ashamed. The pair of sad and disappointed eyes stimulated Lao Liao, and secretly scolded Jiang Feng for his bad idea and the charge of mutilating animals, and decided to formally apologize to Su Bingyun and give her corresponding compensation.

In order to make the apology appear more sincere, Lao Liao dressed up decently, with a bit of a dog-like taste.

Wearing a hot Louis Vuitton suit, this is the goods that Bai Youcheng bought for him on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival temple fair, and Lao Liao himself has no habit of buying clothes. A set of clothes on the body, well-cut, broad shoulders and thin waist, and the figure is even more straight, jīng is vigorous, and the top and bottom are masculine.

A silk Zegna tie, with a dark red background and a plaid pattern, is not only beautiful and generous, but also solemn and elegant.

The crocodile belt, although not set with diamonds, but the shiny leather belt also looks good. Valentino brand narrow flat scalp shoes, with a modified edge in the middle, look very magnificent.

The overall look is handsome and extraordinary, to have a demeanor, to have a temperament, with many years of experience in pretending to be forced, just need to face the board, eyes to the sky, just like a son, if you rely on his Bentley on the street to stop, no one will doubt that he is the only heir to the world's richest property.

Of course, Lao Liao went to apologize to Xiao Su's sister, not to be handsome and cool.

I bought eight yellow roses in the flower shop. According to the little girl in the store, the flower language of the yellow rose is a sincere apology. After years of accumulated habits, he clipped his armpit without any elegance, lit a cigarette, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked towards the museum.

In the morning, when there are no art classes, the museum is always deserted, and the environment is elegant and tranquil, and you can spend the whole day unconsciously holding a book under the bright window.

The teachers of art and music are the most laid-back teachers in the school, but after Li Xinghua won the Golden Sunflower Award, the art subject has changed. Sun Pinghai is planning a hobby class to train students who are interested in studying and creating art.

Su Bingyun sat alone in the corner of the studio in a daze, her eyes falling on the dead leaves and branches of the trees outside the window, not knowing what to think. Sun Pinghai tried to explain the plan of the interest class to her, but never got a response. Because Sun Pinghai was also a diner at yesterday's dog meat banquet. Another art teacher, Zhang Qiusheng, was reading the newspaper idly. There are only three people in the art group.

Liao Xuebing stood at the door and mouthed Sun Pinghai Nunu. Sun Pinghai saw the flowers in his hand, and thought that he was okay at the moment, and the young man expressed his admiration, so it was not appropriate to disturb and hinder him, and dragged Zhang Qiusheng downstairs.

The idlers and others all walked away, and only lonely men and widows were left in the studio of Nuoda.

"Teacher Su. Lao Liao actually felt a little nervous, took a deep breath, walked to her side and said softly: "Well, the weather is really good today, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the sun is shining, the wind is beautiful, and there are ......no clouds."

Su Bingyun sat quietly, without looking back, and even the rate of her breathing did not change.

Liao Xuebing had no choice but to stand in front of her, squeezed out the most sincere, kind, charming, and at the same time the most hypocritical smile in his life, handed over the crumpled yellow rose, and said, "Teacher Su, I was wrong, I shouldn't have illegally usurped your private property to satisfy my own appetite." It is only now that I have discovered what a lovely creature Xiao Huang is, he is witty, brave, he can fulfill the duties that humans have given him to care for his home, he is warm, kind, loyal to his duties, he is the embodiment of thousands of pets, he eats, he does heavy work, but he has no complaints......

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