The middle-aged woman in front of her introduced herself as Zhang Liang's mother.

"I'm looking for you for something." She whispered. Fang Xinning looked at her, worried that something would go wrong with Tensor. Zhang Liang's mother asked, "Why do you have a wound on your face?" Got into a fight? Fang Xinning said: "I fell, it's nothing." You say, what's the matter? Zhang Liang's mother said: "It's not a big deal, it's just that please pay more attention to Tensor recently, last Sunday, something happened to his father, and he saw it when he left, I'm afraid he will have any unexpected moves." "Okay, I don't know what happened to Boss Zhang?" The words were said casually, and Fang Xinning felt that the question was a bit abrupt.

Zhang Liang's mother said: "Because of the fight, I let the Xincheng City Public Security Bureau take it away." Over the years, the problem of fighting and killing has not changed, and I called Cheng Wei and asked Xin Cheng to check it. ”

Obviously, the righteous Boss Zhang had an accident because of himself!

Sending Zhang Liang's mother away, Fang Xinning fell into deep thought: Could it be that there is a way for naïve people to be peerless?

At the mobilization meeting for the final unified examination, Principal Sun analyzed the three major difficulties in the current development of Taiyun: first, Tailing High School recruited junior high school classes, which brought great pressure to Taiyun; Second, the number of graduates of Xincheng Primary School has decreased sharply this year, and there may be difficulties in recruiting students; Third, the recruitment of teachers has become the biggest financial burden of the school at present, and all teachers and staff are required to work more seriously to tide over this dangerous period.

Things are different now. People gathered here with confidence from all over the world, and it was once called an elite gathering; And now, these people have become a burden to the school, and they have become sinners who create difficulties for the school.

This is somewhat unacceptable, not to mention that they haven't gotten a penny for nearly half a year.

Alack!

Liu Shu vented alone in his office, slamming his fist on the table and clanging: "What's the matter, what's wrong, is it great to be beautiful?" ”

In the language office to the west, everyone was quiet. Silence, melancholy silence!

Who would have thought that the situation would take a turn for the worse?

"I've decided to go back to my original unit," Zhao Fang suddenly said, "If you stay here like this, I'm afraid it's hard to even retire." ”

One said, "Huitou grass is not delicious." ”

One said: "This human relationship is a leash, once you are tied to this place, you should eat the grass of this place, no matter how good the grass is in other places, you can only see it." Unless you break the rope. ”

Liu Shu quietly called Fang Xinning outside: "I her off." Of course, Fang Xinning understood that he was talking about Ji Hongfei, and said listlessly: "How can there be smooth sailing?" Liu Shu listened, thoughtful, but still confused.

After work, everyone went home. Only Xiao Yemeng, who didn't have to sit on duty, became the one who sat on duty the longest. Now, the little Mei girl who exchanged text messages with Wang Liwei was once again involved, and the matter became bigger and bigger, and both of them were clamoring for divorce. Every day in the office, she has to tell the bitterness in her heart. There have been many female compatriots who have said: The sky is not afraid, the earth is not afraid, and they are afraid of Xiao Yemeng's family dialect.

Fang Xinning persuaded her: "Teacher Xiao, get off work, go back." Xiao Yemeng smiled bitterly.

Fang Xinning said: "In the office, you have good conditions and must be content." Xiao Yemeng said: "What is good? Two people live in peace and stability than they do. Although the husband of Teacher Zhao Fang was laid off, the two of them loved each other, how good! I have been feeling sick all over the past few days, my eyes are dry and painful, and I told him, but he gloated, and actually told a joke to the little nanny, saying that a man's greatest wish is to be promoted to get rich and die his wife, do you say this is human words? He wished I had died early to make room for him. Fang Xinning said: "Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, don't take it too seriously." Xiao Yemeng said: "Let's talk about you, Ji Meiting is also married, what do you think?" Don't be angry if I'll tell you the truth, it's already very good that Ji Hongfei is willing to look for you, haven't you seen how many of our female teachers are married to male teachers? It's not easy for a male teacher to find a good one. If Ji Hongfei hadn't been because of her father, she might not have considered you. Fang Xinning said: "What does this have to do with her father?" Xiao Yemeng said: "Her mother always said that when looking for a partner, you must first see whether the person is reliable, and she is afraid of meeting someone like her father again." ”

The two talked for a long time. After all, Xiao Yemeng remembered the child, so he still went home.

Fang Xinning looked at the empty seat left behind after Ji Hongfei moved the desk, and a sense of guilt arose in his heart.

It occurred to him that he could not go on like this. He felt like he had reached a dead end, so he might as well jump out and take a walk outside and go to another school.

Is it so difficult to run a school? Could it be that all private schools will have such an ending as Taiyun? He decided to send his materials to several prestigious private schools in the afternoon. He looked out the window and saw the huge wall-creeper on another building outside the window, and came up with two sentences in his heart to express his mood at this time: lonely leaning against the window and sighing, waking up from a dream and crying.

There was an urge to take out the pen and paper and write an article called "Dance of the Summer Leaves".

Outside of work, I often bemoan my ordinariness. There are people around me who have made a fortune, some people have been promoted, and their lives are still so ordinary. Every now and then, I leaned against the window, staring stupidly, thinking.

Opposite the office building is another building, and an entire wall is covered by a creeper. From this side, it looks like a green building. I was fascinated by it, and when the sun was shining, the countless leaves of the creeper were staggered in the air, green and oily, and when the wind blew, it was like a splash on the surface of the lake, sparkling.

This is nature's most devout dancer. You see its delicate posture, faintly recognizable under the leaves, and how natural its demeanor is; Countless leaves, like countless palms, wave with the breeze, stretching freely. This is a thousand-armed Guanyin without deliberate design, and every green leaf does not hold up a beautiful wish of it?

Since then, I have paid attention to the green leaves, the green leaves of summer. Go and look at them, with attention and appreciation, in the restlessness you will get tranquility, and in tranquility you will get joy and inspiration.

Walk to the windowsill and face the flowers and plants you have worked so hard to cultivate, please stop just expecting them to bloom soon.

Walking through the streets, please slow down and take a look at even a few more of the green trees that line up for you all day long are still standing there, and the touch of verdant adds a bit of heroism to them.

Wandering in the woods, you listen, brush, brush, that's their applause. They never discriminate against any one visitor. Don't make a noise, find a thick shade to sit down, or even lie down, without opening your eyes, you will also know how hospitable the leaves are. Shelter you from the blazing sun, attract pleasant birdsong for you, the wind gusts, cool and refreshing, a light concert belonging to you alone, played in this infinitely bright world.

Or if you have more time, you can climb the mountain and look for the small trees that have come out of the cracks in the rocks, and find a handful of crazy grass growing on the top of the boulders.

Yes, Ye'er can also make a deep impression on people many times. The autumn leaves, bleak in the wind, give people a sense of sadness facing the twilight of life; The leaves of winter, laughing at the wind and snow, give people a kind of steadfast and tenacious pride; The leaves of spring, with their proud branches and sharp corners, give people a surprise full of longing. In the summer, when the shijie is green, people are more attentive to picking the sweet and sour, orange, orange, red and red fruits, and playing with the fragrant and colorful flowers, but few people will notice these leaves. Without envy, they are ordinary; There was no applause, they were silent.

I think that human shijie, more people do not have proud achievements, and just like the leaves of this summer, although ordinary, they dedicate their only little greenery.

From then on, I loved to see Natsuba even more. The summer leaves flutter and move with the wind, and the beauty lies in its joy and unassuming. This is the most beautiful art left to mankind by the Creator, and what they want to express cannot be said and does not need to be said.

At that time, his mood was very low, even low to freezing. But he still presents himself as a strong person in the text, is he afraid that others will penetrate his heart, or is he persuading himself to be stronger?

It occurred to him that the authors of the words that people often read to persuade people to be strong might have reached the limit of suffering. Anyone would have believed that the author of "The Old Man and the Sea" would be a strong man who was not afraid of any difficulties, but Hemingway easily gave his life to his beloved double-barreled shotgun. Taiwanese writer Sanmao, who has traveled to 59 countries and written more than 20 books, has helped many people establish a strong belief in life with bold and spectacular language, but many people do not know that she suffered from autism at a very young age, as delicate as a stream, and did not get out of the shadow of her soul, and finally dried up - she hanged herself in stockings at the age of 48. When the poet Haizi is singing "From tomorrow, be a happy person", who knows the pain in his heart? Two months later, on March 26, 1989, he committed suicide by lying on the rails, leaving infinite regrets and speculations to those who liked him. There is a distance between words and reality, sometimes even worlds apart, but it is this distance that makes people see the strongest desire in the author's heart.

Fang Xinning thought of Yuan Zhi again, the great poet of the Tang Dynasty who once wrote the poem that touched how many infatuated men and women "once the sea was difficult to turn into water, except for Wushan is not a cloud", but he was a hateful guy who had abandoned the aristocratic lady from the beginning to the end; And then there was Schopenhauer, a philosopher who guided the world with his nobility and vision, but who was despised for his life that was contrary to his philosophy, to which Russell said: If we judge Schopenhauer's life, we can see that his arguments are also insincere.

People always have a layer of camouflage that they can't get rid of, so it is not uncommon for Wenxin to be inconsistent with people's hearts or even the opposite, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign. Fang Xinning felt that he had not run out of this circle at this time.

Fang Xinning pondered hard, his eyes fell on the fig tree outside the window, he took a dictionary at hand, and wrote the true emotions hidden in his heart on the title page:

It is said to be the most glorious profession under the sun, but I am lost in the search for the light.

Saying that I am the engineer of the human soul, I am doubting my own soul.

I wanted to bloom to the eyes of appreciation, but what I happily ushered in was an iron palm that only sought fruit.

No one asks me about my sorrows and joys, and perhaps, I am worthy of being a dull fig.

It was during this time that Fang Xinning met "a few auspicious celebrations" on the Internet under the screen name of "Fig".