Sorghum could feel that his father had a thousand words to say to himself. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The candle in the room has long been extinguished, Gao Fushun leaned on the head of the bed, and the cigarette butt flickered like a firefly, silently indicating the debris in the room. Sorghum remembered that his father was a very good smoker, and his uncle once gave a vivid demonstration and evaluation of his smoking image in a casual conversation. Gao Fushun's mouth is very high, a cigarette is lit, no matter how long he talks without help, he can easily move from the left corner of his mouth to the right corner of his mouth, or jump from the corner of his right mouth to the left corner of his mouth flexibly. However, it is not uncommon to see a layer of soot sticking to the clothes on my father's chest, which is often the trigger for the parents' quarrels.

Although Gao Fushun is very addicted to smoking, he has resolutely exterminated this noble place since he fell off the official shelf, and he has quit smoking for almost ten years, but he has relapsed in the past two days. Sorghum knew that his father was tossed by himself, but he didn't know what suitable reason to prevaricate his father.

In the bedroom, Liu Yinfeng sprayed mosquito killer with great concern, but from time to time he heard mosquitoes bombarding his ears like airplanes, which was very annoying. The night is only a black and white outline like a B-ultrasound image under the interlacing of moonlight and all the shadows, and the night in the countryside is not as colorful and unpredictable as the night in the big city, but it seems unfathomable, and occasionally one or two birds cry as if they were hysterical, I don't know whether it is joy or crying.

Sorghum ran all afternoon, feeling that his limbs were sore and tired, but his mind was refreshed, he was a night owl, which was the physiological inertia he had accumulated at school. His heart itched, how many times he wanted to get up and look at his phone, but he realized that his father's cigarette butt was still burning wantonly, and he could only close his eyes and wait anxiously for the invasion of sleep.

As soon as Sorghum closed her eyes, Pang Xiaoya moved in front of her, flashing her eyes, frowning, pouting, and moving dimples. Sorghum wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh, he suddenly had a kind of "lonely Luo Wei, sad in his heart, people in the end of the world" sorrow, a string of doubtful question marks like a big iron hook "clang" sank into his heart, in this poor and remote area of inconvenient ravines, is it the life that Pang Xiaoya wants to follow? If Pang Xiaoya came here, would she be willing to take root here? Will their love be sublimated here into a lifelong romance together? 、、、、、、

Confused and upset, Sorghum didn't want to think about Pang Xiaoya and opened his eyes, when he opened his eyes, Pang Xiaoya's figure was not so clear and serious, but suddenly another distraction burned, can he see the sun here? Will living here fulfill his great ideals? Will my classmates laugh when they see me working here? Suddenly, he felt like a fly lying on the glass, the future was bright, and there was no way out, and he couldn't understand why he had such messy troubles before he set foot on the job.

Sorghum involuntarily tossed and turned, like fried fish on an oil pan, he tried his best many times to restrain himself from thinking about these nonsense things, but "the water is more flowing when the knife is drawn, and the sorrow is even more sorrowful when the glass is raised." "The night in the countryside is too monotonous, the monotonous only a round of the moon as white as paper hangs expressionlessly, the night in the countryside is too quiet, the silence is only left in the brain as if stuffed with an endless scream, this is a kind of torment, this is a kind of torture.

Gao Fushun spoke: "Liangzi, haven't slept yet?"

"Nope." Sorghum answered without thinking.

"Tell Dad why the hell he wants to be a teacher?"

There was no squeak from the sorghum, and there was silence in the bedroom.

The bright light of cigarette butts flashed at a high frequency in the room, and Gao Fushun said slowly: "There is no turning back from the bow, since you have chosen a teacher, you can teach with peace of mind, it is actually good to be a teacher, and the circle is simple." You are now at work, from the old school gate to the new school, but your identity has completely changed, from an ignorant student to an adult who is at odds with the world, and I will go to work early tomorrow morning, and I will have to support myself. When you work, you have to remember a few points: First: no matter how much talent you have, loyalty is the first thing in your work, loyalty to the organization, loyalty to the cause, and loyalty to the leadership. Second: no matter how high your education is, you must be humble, full of losses, humble benefits, thousands of years of ancient teachings, life is full of experience, many experiences to see, listen and understand, less from mistakes and failures, do you see the big tree outside the window? ”

Gao Fushun asked suddenly, the sorghum didn't squeak, just turned over and carefully examined the big trees outside. It was a pine and cypress, the trunk was straight and stout, and it was so tall that it could not be seen clearly above the waist, and the sorghum did not know what his father meant by his question, but he looked at the tree with a blank look, and the tree was lonely and lonely.

Moonlight poured down from the window, soft and silent. Gao Fushun coughed lightly twice and continued: "Sometimes you have to be like a big tree outside, you need to give yourself time, people are the same as trees, it is impossible to plant seedlings, it will become a big tree, he needs the portrayal of annual rings, stick to faith, focus on the continuous accumulation and extension of internal strength, in order to become a talent, in addition, you must continue to learn, busy and constantly absorb nutrients, enrich yourself, continue to grow, and continue to grow towards a sunny place." Dad thinks about the road he has walked, that is, he lacks study and reading, lacks the guidance of nobles, and has taken many detours, some of which can be turned back if they go wrong, and some of which can not be turned back for a lifetime. Son, do you know what my deepest feelings have been in the past two days? I feel that you have suddenly grown up, and I have suddenly grown old, to be honest, I sent you here today, although the conditions here are more difficult, to my heart is still very happy, the people here are good, the air is good, and the conditions are difficult is actually a good thing, people should experience the beating of wind and rain. ”

Gao Liang listened quietly and didn't speak, Gao Fushun said these words, twisted the cigarette butt, and said, "Son, sleep." Then he reclined and slept.

The moonlight is like water, the indoor clutter is wonderful, and the figure of Pang Xiaoya is still clearly floating in Sorghum's mind, he doesn't know when he will be able to get drunk in his sleep, he opens his eyes, he tries to open his eyes, and he doesn't want to fall asleep like this.

"I send my sorrow and the bright moon, with the wind until the night is long." I know this situation, this scene, who knows?