Qi Yun and Hong Jian drank the noodle soup and spoke slowly. Soon the sun was setting, and the golden afterglow shone in through the window, gilding the humble room with a holy glow. Hong Jian looked at Qi Yun, she was sitting in the backlit position, the shaggy messy hair on both sides of her face was dyed golden red by the sun, and her eyes, I don't know if it was because of youth, love or ideals, and the light was not inferior to the sunset.

Hong Jian couldn't help but touch the camera, stood up, and said decisively to Qi Yun:

"Sit down! Don't move! ”

Qi Yun was stunned for a moment, but he still sat obediently, Hong Jian quickly opened the lens, adjusted the aperture focus neatly, and shot continuously.

After shooting, he brought the camera in front of his eyes and pressed it back, checked his work from the small window, and sighed with satisfaction. Qi Yun was very excited, jumped up and grabbed the camera in Hong Jian's hand, and shouted with a smile:

"Let me see! Show me! ”

Hong Jian held the camera firmly in one hand, and helped Qi Yun pull the small window in front of her with the other hand, Qi Yun flipped through Hong Jian's works, and a hint of a smile appeared on his lips.

The girl in the photo has big, black and white eyes, thin cheeks, and white teeth when she laughs. does not have a feminine and feminine demeanor, or even the youthful and well-behaved temperament that Qi Yun has always been proud of, but grows quietly like an inconspicuous but strong and verdant weed. Her surroundings were bleak and barren even when illuminated by the beautiful afterglow. Qi Yun glanced at it, and then shouted in frustration:

"Delete it for me right away, it's ugly!"

Hong Jian quickly snatched the camera and put it in his backpack.

"It's my work, and I think good is good. If you want to delete it, you have to ask me if I agree or not. ”

Qi Yun said angrily: "Of course you are happy to shine on me so ugly!" ”

"yes, I'm very happy." Hong Jian nodded angrily, "So I will never delete it." Now I'm leaving, it's not early, I have to go to the village chief's house to stay. ”

Qi Yun angrily poked Hong Jian with his finger: "It's in vain that I have treated you as my own brother since I was a child, and in vain I trust you so much, and in vain I ...... I told you the secret just now. ”

Hong Jian nodded and said:

"You should also feel lucky, because I'm a person who keeps secrets - I think that's the best way to repay your trust. In addition, I will leave here early tomorrow morning and return to the front line of work, and no one will listen to you by then, so I hope you will not be too depressed. ”

As soon as Qi Yun heard that Hong Jian was leaving early the next morning, he was stunned, and he couldn't even care about being angry with him, but asked eagerly:

"Why are you leaving so soon, and what's the matter of burning your eyebrows?"

At the mention of work, Hong Jiancai's eyebrows, which had been stretched for a long time, wrinkled tightly, and replied helplessly:

"Isn't it just a matter of burning eyebrows? Otherwise, I really don't feel at ease about leaving so quickly -- the construction of the new socialist countryside is not easy up to now, and I am really afraid that if you make trouble, you will return to the pre-liberation period once and for all. ”

Qi Yun flattened his mouth: "Look at this place, dogs don't, birds don't lay eggs, so forget it...... I don't even have a mobile phone signal, maybe the mountain is too big, I can't move or connect, and it's really hard to find someone who can talk! Brother Aji, you are busy with important things, and you still come to see me, okay? ”

Hong Jian's eyes looked at his toes and let out a soft "um".

Qi Yun pulled Hong Jian's sleeve and shook it gently:

"Then Brother Aji, be careful. I don't know what you do, but according to my father, it's not without danger. ”

"Don't worry so much."

Hong Jian seemed to be a little impatient, withdrew his arm, and told her some common sense and things to pay attention to in rural life, seeing that it was dark outside the window, he walked into the village to find the courtyard of the village chief's house.

Qi Yun felt a little aggrieved, and stood pitifully at the door, watching Hong Jian's departure.

Hong Jian took two steps, turned around, and looked at her silently, both of their faces bathed in the clear glow of the rising moon, their eyebrows picturesque.

Hong Jian whispered:

"Don't be in a hurry. Today is tough, tomorrow will be even harder, but a better future will definitely come! Do you understand? ”

"Hmm!"

Qi Yun nodded heavily. Sending Hong Jian away, she closed the door, stretched out greatly in the oil lamp like a bean, quickly pulled out the big suitcase from under the bed, turned out a large thick lesson plan she had prepared for a long time, and eagerly prepared it.

Qi Yun opened his eyes, and there was silence around him, his hands and feet were cold and sore, and his bones were faintly painful. She had poor blood circulation since she was a child, and her mother always burned the warmest heating in her house when she was at home, but she often slept all night, and she couldn't warm the goose down quilt covered with a pink lace quilt. And since a few days ago, with the enthusiasm of youth, he dismantled the half-old tin stove in his room to the student dormitory, every cold night Qi Yun put all the winter clothes on his body to make do, and the wooden bed board that was too hard to be harder and had potholes seemed to break up all the skeletons of her body. Although Qi Yun had given herself a lot of preventive injections in her heart early on, she knew that coming to the countryside to teach was to endure hardships, but she was not a sage, but a delicate beautiful girl, and she had no talent for doing things with her head hanging over the spine, and sometimes she was really miserable.

However, she Qi Yun has nothing else, she still has a proud backbone, and since she came without saying a word, she can't go back without throwing away her armor. That kind of thing, she doesn't care about it anyway.

But if the hardships of the living conditions are just a challenge to Qi Yun's **, as long as she bites her teeth so hard, she can still bear it. But the first day of reporting in the classroom as a teacher, and the experience of the next few days, greatly provoked Qi Yun's enthusiasm and courage, making Qi Yun feel quite at a loss.

On the first day he went to school, Qi Yun deliberately got up early in the morning, put his hair neatly behind his head, and wore a black knit sweater with a light gray shirt and white trousers, looking dignified and gentle. She took a self-portrait in the mirror, smiled with satisfaction at the person in the mirror, then picked up the book and came to school excitedly.

Qi Yun didn't know where the class he was going to lead was, so he casually pushed open the door of a classroom, and saw that there were no students in the old classroom, so he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, took a step back, gently closed the door, and walked to the next classroom to push the door.

The fact is that in this row of low school tiled houses, all the classroom doors are open without exception, but there is no one inside! Not even a single student! Qi Yun was puzzled, she looked up at the sky, and then looked at the watch on her wrist, it was indeed class time. Finally she rubbed her eyes vigorously, unfortunately, she was not dreaming.

Qi Yun couldn't believe that there was such a paradoxical thing, but the facts were in front of her, and she couldn't help but believe it. She was stunned for a long time, and then walked towards the principal's house with great doubts, she was going to the principal to ask the principal, is there no child coming to class today?

The courtyard door of the principal's house was wide open, and Qi Yun saw from a long distance that the principal and the principal's daughter-in-law were sitting under the eaves in all directions, one holding an old corn in his hand, and while threshing the old corn, he was talking in a dialect that Qi Yun didn't understand. The rare winter sun shone on them, probably quite comfortable, and the principal and his wife invariably squinted their eyes with a very enjoyable expression.

Qi Yun was dumbfounded, he really didn't know if there was a problem in this world, or if he had a problem. She walked to the courtyard gate in three steps and two steps, and hurriedly raised her hand to fasten the courtyard door.

The dean looked up and saw that it was Qi Yun, smiled and beckoned Qi Yun to come in, and said something to his daughter-in-law, and the principal's daughter-in-law dropped the old corn in her hand, smiled at Qi Yun, wiped her hand on the hem of her clothes, and walked into the hall.

Qi Yun leaned against the courtyard wall and gasped, and asked, "Headmaster, why didn't anyone go to class today?" ”

"Class," the principal seemed to have a hard time turning out his stiff Mandarin: "Don't rush to class, when the farm is free, the dolls will run to you to teach them." ”

Not in a hurry? It's no wonder if you're not in a hurry! Qi Yun snorted. It's winter now, so when will there be no farming? Besides, where is the headmaster who says that school-age dolls will wait until the farm is idle to go to the classroom to find a teacher? How can this really be true? Qi Yun frowned tightly, but he also knew that he was a newcomer, so it was not good to rashly appear that the smell of gunpowder was too strong, so he had to change the question and ask:

"What grade did you arrange for me to teach?"

The headmaster stared at her in a daze, not knowing if he understood her words. Qi Yun tried not to show emotion, she enthusiastically recommended herself: "I am young, I have no teaching experience, and I may be a little short of teaching the sixth grade graduating class, but my Mandarin standard, mathematics and English are not bad, and there should be no problem in teaching middle grades such as fourth and fifth grades." ”

The principal also put down the old corn in his hand, wiped it on the hem of his shirt with his hand, and smiled innocently:

"It doesn't matter how many grades you teach, Teacher Qi, you don't have to be polite, just pick whatever you want. Then it depends on which class has more dolls, you can just walk in and teach, don't be polite. ”

Qi Yun was stunned. The principal even asked him not to be polite, and said that it didn't matter what grade he taught! Pick it yourself! Qi Yun almost choked to death by a breath of evil air that came up from his guts, when the principal's daughter-in-law trembled and brought a bowl of golden new corn porridge to Qi Yun's nose.

"Teacher Qi, please eat! You're welcome. ”

The principal's daughter-in-law is actually the same damn sentence. Qi Yun looked at her smiling red face who knew nothing, smelled the fragrant new corn porridge on the end of her nose, swallowed the breath into her stomach, reached out and took the porridge bowl and took a sip, not to mention, the aroma of fresh corn that has just grown from the earth is really rare to appreciate in the city.

After sucking a bowl of polenta, she returned the bowl to the principal's daughter-in-law. The principal and his daughter-in-law both looked at Qi Yun happily, and their two smiling faces were like two golden sunflowers:

"Teacher Qi, come and sit often if you have nothing to do!"

Qi Yun only felt that he was like a dumb man eating coptis, and he couldn't say anything about his suffering, so he had to slip away. The principal sent Qi Yun to the gate of the courtyard, and the principal's daughter-in-law repeatedly instructed Qi Yun, saying that if she was a young man, if she didn't want to open fire, she would come to her to eat, and she should not be polite.

Qi Yun had a great headache, said goodbye to the two of them, and then hurried to find the village chief with lively steps. The village chief was digging on the ground he had left in front of his house, and his attitude towards Qi Yun was also quite enthusiastic.

Qi Yun saw the village chief, just like a wronged child saw his mother, the bamboo tube poured beans and crackled the experience of this morning to the village chief, when he heard that Qi Yun went to the school and saw that several classrooms were empty, and went to the principal and was instructed by the principal, "It doesn't matter which class to teach, when the school will start", the principal laughed.

Qi Yun's eyes lit up, thinking that he had finally met someone who understood, and couldn't help but say half-complainingly and half-coquettishly:

"Village chief, you have to hurry up and help me find a way, I've been here for almost a week, I eat and drink for nothing every day, and I haven't taught a single class."

The principal smiled and touched his chin: "Don't worry. After two days, there will really be no work in the fields, and the cattle and sheep will not have to rush up the hillside to graze, and the children will be allowed to go to class at that time. However, young people are very anxious, and I came from your age......"

Yes? Qi Yun interrupted the principal's memories that were about to erupt in time. She was so depressed that she wanted to die, but the village chief drove hundreds of miles of mountain roads to pick her up, and that day Hong Jian stayed at his house, and it is said that he also published a lot of respect for teachers and teaching, and the hope of the mountain village is in the doll, and the hope of the doll is in the study of Gao Wei's grand theories -- but where are these grand theories now? I drank it with corn porridge?

Qi Yun endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but hang up, and said angrily:

"Did I come all the way here to wait for the farm? Even if I could wait, the dolls' future would not wait. ”

Seeing that Qi Yun said clearly, the principal finally understood what she meant, the smile on his face slowly dropped, and said solemnly:

"Teacher Qi, don't worry, I'll gather the babies for you."