In the autumn of one year, I went with the headquarters working group to inspect the work of a grassroots unit stationed in my hometown, and after the inspection was over, I asked the leader of the working group for a few days off and returned to my hometown for a short stay. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Since my parents are no longer living in my hometown, I only plan to stay in my hometown for two or three days this time, mainly because I want to meet relatives, classmates and friends I have not met for many years.

Yang Quanxing, the director of the county government office who I have been in contact with for many years, was my classmate when I was in middle school, and he arranged for me to be in a hotel with decent decoration in the county seat.

After Yang Quanxing knew my arrangements and thoughts for going home this time, he pondered for a while and said to me, "I think you should go and see Mr. Jia, the homeroom teacher when we were in middle school together." He told me that after Mr. Jia retired, he suffered from severe cerebral hemorrhage, and although his life was saved after treatment, he was left with half of his body. Almost all of his classmates in his hometown have visited him, and some have provided him with some financial help. After listening to Yang Quanxing talk about this situation, I felt very guilty in my heart, I had been a soldier in other places for so many years, and I had never even written a letter to him, and I rarely asked others about him.

Mr. Jia taught us history class, and he left me with the impression that he was tall, slightly hunchbacked, and always swayed from side to side when he walked. An angular face, usually full of kind smiles, only when we give a lecture, will the joy and sorrow overflowing, the expression of the face is rich, interpreting the changing historical drama.

He rarely criticizes people, and sometimes some of his classmates do something wrong, but he only smiles for a moment, blushing on his face, and looks at you with kind eyes, as if it is not us who has done something wrong, but himself. The students respect him very much, and during his tenure as the homeroom teacher, the organization and discipline and learning attitude of our class have always been the best in the whole school. For a long time after I joined the army, I could occasionally think of the hope and self-blame when Mr. Jia looked at us, especially after I had done something wrong.

Mr. Jia has been retired for many years, and he lives in what is said to be the poorest village in my neighborhood. His home is not difficult to find, "the most dilapidated house is his house!" "-- This was told to me at the entrance of the village.

I knocked on the door of the courtyard and shouted softly, "Teacher Jia!" ”

A middle-aged woman came out of a house at the west end, opened the gate of the courtyard, as if she was busy with other things at home, held a few clothes in her arms, pointed to the middle house and said, "My father is lying in the hall!" ”

I quietly walked into the room and saw that the old man lying on the bed was almost a skeleton, with deep eye sockets, high cheekbones, and sparse gray hair like dead grass under the autumn frost. Back then, he talked about world affairs and the demeanor of people in the world on the three-foot podium, but he has disappeared from his body. I felt a sour feeling in my heart, put down the gift in my hand, stepped to the bed in a few steps, held the old man's hand, and shouted excitedly: "Teacher Jia, I see you are here!" ”

Although Mr. Jia's body could not move, his mind was still relatively clear, and I introduced myself for a long time, and Mr. Jia seemed to say to me and to himself: "Oh, I remember, you are the troublemaker nicknamed 'Leather Monkey'!" ”

Mr. Jia's talk about his decades of ups and downs is far less vivid and specific than explaining historical events in class, and it is just a few words of understatement. After he briefly introduced his situation to me, he said with great emotion: "If it weren't for the help of my classmates, my old bones would have become a coffin long ago, especially Yang Changqing, his own son is not as filial to him, I don't remember it too clearly, you seem to be in the same class, you should still remember him, right?" ”

I shook my head.

Teacher Jia seemed to be a little regretful and unwillingly reminded me: "He is not very tall, baby-faced, very honest, and usually doesn't like to talk------"

I really can't remember such a classmate, let alone what he looks like, and shook my head helplessly at Teacher Jia's expectant gaze.

Teacher Jia was a little disappointed at first, and said happily after a while: "He will definitely come over on the fifteenth or sixteenth of every month to send my pension over, today is the sixteenth day of the solar calendar, he didn't come yesterday, he should come today, you may be able to see him later." ”

Teacher Jia told me that Yang Changqing had been a private teacher in their village for nearly 20 years, and only a few years ago he was converted to a public teacher, and he could get a fixed salary of more than 1,000 yuan a month.

Teacher Jia also told me that after Yang Changqing retired last year, he helped out in the township cultural and educational office. Hearing someone knocking on the door outside, Mr. Jia said happily, "It should be him here!" ”

Coming into the house was a young man in his twenties.

Teacher Jia first introduced to me that this young man was Yang Changqing's son, and he had come to his house twice with Yang Changqing. Then, Teacher Jia asked the young man in surprise, "Why are you here by yourself today?" ”

The young man put the bag of simple nutrition he brought on the table at the head of Mr. Jia's bed, handed him a paper bag and said, "This is your retirement allowance for this month." ”

"Where's your dad?" Teacher Jia asked again.

The young man stood in front of Mr. Jia's bed, his eyes were red, and he said in a low voice: "My dad has had a bad stomach pain recently, and after the county hospital examination, he said that it was advanced stomach cancer, and yesterday my mother and my brother have accompanied him to the cancer hospital in the provincial capital, and he asked me to come to see you more in the future." ”

Teacher Jia listened to the young man's words, his lips trembled, old tears flowed, and he choked up and said, "Good people are not always there, Changqing!" If you hadn't often sent me food and drink, asked for warmth, and helped my daughter take care of me for so many years, I wouldn't be alive today, God doesn't have long eyes, why don't you let me get this disease for you! ”

The young man took Teacher Jia's hand and comforted him, saying, "My father should take care of you, he often tells me about you paying his tuition and miscellaneous fees when he goes to school, if his illness does not get better, I will come to take care of you often in the future------"

When I saw what I saw, my eyes moistened. I will return to Beijing in two days, and I will never see Yang Changqing again when I come back to visit my family, and even in this life, but I will always remember his name in my heart.

After returning to Beijing from my hometown, I connected with a few old classmates, some of whom were willing to contribute, and some agreed to contribute, and we set up a temporary mutual aid group, with me as the honorary group leader, mainly to help Mr. Jia and Yang Changqing treat their illnesses and overcome difficulties in life. The living conditions of my classmates in my hometown are not very good, and I am ready to cover most of the expenses they need in order to fulfill the obligations that a student should have undertaken in front of the teacher a long time ago.

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