"I have always felt that Wang Ling is a very good child, and he usually doesn't make trouble at school. Very peaceful. No matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education, I hope that this time after the approval of our school's special poverty subsidy, we can really help Wang Ling. With Wang Ling's talent, I think that as long as there are enough resources, it will not be a problem at all to enter the Jindan realm. When Teacher Pan said this, he reached out and rubbed Wang Ling's head, which made the expression on Wang Ling's face darken a few points......

The old man nodded: "What Teacher Pan said is very reasonable, no matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education!" Ling Ling has always been the pride of our royal family. ”

Teacher Pan smiled and nodded, like a chicken pecking rice.

After that, the old man invited Mr. Pan to go upstairs to the villa, the two talked and laughed, and Wang Ling followed behind the two with a calm face. When Mr. Pan's footsteps walked to the study, Wang's father and mother, who were hiding inside, held their breath at the same time.

"Teacher Pan, what's wrong...... old man asked.

Teacher Pan pointed to the study and felt a breath: "Inside, there seems to be someone?" ”

Wang Ling sweated, and hurriedly dispersed a force to cover the breath of Wang's father and mother. Teacher Pan sensed it with his spiritual sense again, and then found that the breath he had felt before had disappeared again, so he frowned strangely: "Eh, it's strange......"

The old man smiled awkwardly: "...... Maybe it's a mouse. ”

Teacher Pan was shocked: "There are still rats in this villa?" ”

The old man sighed helplessly: "In the suburbs, it's not uncommon to have mice." This girl is rich in protein, and you can eat it anywhere else when you go to the head and tail. In the past, when the family couldn't afford to eat, I used to catch mice and roast them for my child's father. ”

Teacher Pan: "......"

"......" Wang Ling suddenly found that the old man's calf pulling skills were a bit strong.

……

While talking and laughing, the time was almost noon, and Mr. Pan and the old man came down from upstairs.

"Mr. Wang, I have two students to visit at home in the afternoon, so let's get here today." Teacher Pan looked at the old man and smiled.

Seeing that Mr. Pan was about to walk to the entrance, the old man hurriedly grabbed Mr. Pan's hand: "Mr. Pan hasn't eaten yet, do you want to stay and eat a little?" ”

"This ...... I'm so embarrassed......"

As the old man spoke, he had already pulled the apron on the hanger: "It's just a simple meal, how about the sweet and sour pork ribs set?" ”

Teacher Pan's expression changed a little, and the old man's words were like an arrow, shooting an old photo album in her memory. This old photo album is very shabby, it has been yellowed, and the pages of photo paper are so blurry that you can't even see the faces on it......

Teacher Pan finally stayed, but his expression was obviously a little different from just now.

A sweet and sour pork ribs set......

This should be my favorite food when I was younger.

How would this person know?

Is it a coincidence?

Teacher Pan was silent, just sat quietly in the living room and waited, without speaking to Wang Ling. It's just that his eyes are a little distracted and he looks at the old man's busy figure in the kitchen.

The old man was carrying a kitchen knife, his old hands were mottled with wrinkles and a few obvious old wounds, whether it was his left hand holding the board or his right hand holding the knife, which was covered with calluses.

Needless to say, Mr. Pan can also guess that the old man's profession is an old chef who has been in the industry for at least dozens of years.

Mr. Pan just quietly recalled, and the old photo in his memory seemed to have some outlines. The old man has already done a good job of the simple meal.

This is a sweet and sour pork rib rice bowl, pieces of red pork ribs soaked in the crystal soup, the ribs are wrapped in a golden coat, exuding a refreshing taste, just smelling the fragrance, but can't help but speed up the secretion of people's saliva.

Teacher Pan stared at the ribs, and there was obviously some sloppiness and distraction in his eyes.

"This rice bowl was put in the past, and it was also my specialty. I haven't done it for a long time, and I don't know if the taste is still suitable. The old man unbuttoned his apron and sat down opposite Mr. Pan.

"Teacher Pan, try it!"

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Wang."

Mr. Pan took a small bite of the rice, and then gently took a bite of the ribs. The pork ribs by the old man's hands are very fluffy, and there is a feeling of melting in the mouth, but this taste seems to be a little special, especially when the juice is washed away in the taste buds, there is actually a little cool taste, which makes people can't help but have a big appetite.

"It's a really special taste." Teacher Pan was full of praise: "Why is there a cool feeling in these sweet and sour pork ribs?" ”

Mr. Wang: "I just found out that the sugar at home is gone, and then I replaced it with emergency syrup." ”

Teacher Pan: "......"

Wang Ling: "......"

Before leaving, Mr. Pan stood at the door and bowed deeply to the old man: "Thank you, Mr. Wang, for your hospitality, your cooking is great." ”

The old man was a little sentimental: "Welcome to Mr. Pan next time." ”

"Definitely." Teacher Pan stood at the gate of the Wang family's villa, smiling slightly, the afternoon sun reflected on her face, she gradually loosened her frowning brows, a little flickering light in her eyes, and said goodbye to the old man solemnly and softly, and then slowly turned around and left.

Wang Ling looked at this scene, he knew that this first love story that had spanned time after many years had come to an end at this moment.

The old man just stood at the door, watching Mr. Pan walk along Donghuang Road to the bus stop.

At the end of the story, Mr. Pan finally failed to recognize who the old man was.

But all this doesn't seem to be so important to the old man anymore.

……

In the middle of the night, the old man sat in the living room and turned out the first love letter of the year. On the back of the love letter, he wrote his final farewell to his first love.

This is a hymn, the original, and the last......

Whether it's the beginning of that throbbing,

Or the end of unrequited love now,

The emotion of more than 30 years of departure,

The ending has already been written.

……

I suddenly forgot the beginning of that recourse,

But I can't forget your youthful face,

Write an end to those thirty years of youth,

Everything was so good.

……

Youth, first love......

These two books seem to have been written in a bit of a hurry.

But fortunately, the last bit of full stop.

dotted on the colorful clouds,

May you be happy, like that rainbow,

If you're well, it's a sunny day......

In the bedroom, Wang Ling quietly looked at the last hymn written by the old man.

At this moment, Wang Ling suddenly understood.

The most beautiful love affair is not to grow old with the person you love, but after the storm of love, happily look at the rainbow in the sky, and watch you step on the seven-colored rainbow and go away a little bit......