In the afternoon, Chu Qing and I planned to go back to the elementary school together.

- I studied there for six years at Tianming Elementary School.

The average person's primary school memories should be called cyan and green.

My elementary school memories are near-grey.

In elementary school, I gave people the feeling of being stupid, I always couldn't understand the math problems that others wanted to understand, others got together to talk about something, I always read books in the corner alone, I usually studied harder, but my grades have been counting.

My sister takes leave at home all year round, and I always go alone.

I was not impressed with my classmates.

I only remember a few teachers, a few of them because the teachers often take bribes, some because of their eccentric personalities, and I think the best teachers are Ms. Wang, the homeroom teacher and Chinese teacher in grades 4 to 6.

She didn't do anything too great, she just fulfilled the responsibility of a teacher, I was stupid and didn't give up on me at that time, left me late to let me memorize the text, helped me when my classmates isolated me, and removed the guy from his position when the excellent class president and student president of the school spoke ill of me.

I don't have a good relationship with her, but I've always been impressed by what she did.

Hawkers, but this time, I can't see her.

I remember a few days ago, at the beginning of the second semester, I happened to hear the news that Mr. Wang had passed away from pancreatic cancer.

I didn't tell me when her life was coming to an end, and the last time we saw her was when I went to her to report her results after the high school entrance examination.

She is quite proud of being admitted to the experiment, and I don't think I have any regrets.

The day after learning of her death, she was going to the funeral.

That day, I skipped half a day of class in the International Department to see her, but when I arrived, I found that I was the only one who came with an art school student who didn't go to school.

The news of her funeral that night was announced in the primary school class group, but all the students were very consistent, and it was a coincidence that they were not online.

The student president who was blown to the sky by her that year was no exception, and the representative of the language class who was praised by her as a god that year was no exception.

None of them came.

I'm the only one who comes, a scumbag who will leave tutoring every day.

The funeral was over, and my classmates, one by one, posted online that they were crying like dead mothers by lighting candles.

The news of her death was said to have been liked by classmates for more than 20, I didn't like it, but I blocked the QQ group of our class with a cold face.

This time, the mood is still very complicated, and some people feel that the building is empty.

I always feel that the primary school of the year should be her departure, and it is no longer there.

And the reason for coming is also very subtle, both the investigation of the Dark Moon Chamber of Commerce and the date with the schoolgirl.

"What for?"

When we arrived at the door, Chu Qing and I were blocked by the doorman.

"Well, let's take a look at the teachers and the school, we are former students."

I said, even though it was Saturday, I knew that some of the directors who worked at the school were still there.

"Which teacher?"

The doorman asked, "It must be strange for someone like me to come on a Saturday with a very beautiful girl, and he can't help but interrogate him."

"Wang.... No... Teacher Zhou, Teacher Zhou Ming. ”

I said that although Mr. Wang, the homeroom teacher of the year, is no longer there, I heard from my classmates that it seems that Mr. Zhou Ming, a young man from that year, has been promoted to the head of the mathematics group, and he often has to engage in teaching and research activities, so he should be in school.

"Where's the name?"

The doorman asked.

"Ji Shen...."

I said, and then he broadcast a number in the back room, and it seemed that he contacted Mr. Zhou Ming to check.

"Let's go inside."

After a while, the doorman said to me, and I entered the school gate too.

After entering the school gate, what catches my eye is a photo wall full of photos of this class of students, I remember that the photos of our spring outing were pasted back then, everyone got together to talk and laugh on the shoulders and backs, I was playing a game console with a gloomy face in the corner, hawkers, I felt that my loneliness was very embarrassing at the time, and now I have changed it.

After the photo wall is the school's big playground, although it is not many times smaller than the experiment here, but at this time looking at this playground is inexplicably warm.

"Is my brother going to see the teacher first?"

Chu Qing asked beside me.

"Well, I'm going to go see the teacher first, and then I'll see some of the places I've stayed in before."

I said.

"Okay, I'll accompany my brother, the teacher I want to see seems to be no longer in this school, and I don't have a teacher I want to see."

Chu Qing said, in this way, then come with me.

We walked up the narrow path, bypassed the Chinese office, which was no longer with Mr. Wang, and came to the math office where Mr. Zhou was.

The office door was unlocked, and I walked in.

In this office, there are five or six elementary school students who are burying their heads in the blackboard and scribbling something, spreading out their math books and studying something, and there is only one teacher, Mr. Zhou, who is sitting on a chair in the middle and watching the students do their work.

"That.... Teacher Zhou, I'm a Level 4 Ji Shen...."

When I entered the door, I said hello slightly, and the eyes of those elementary school students and Teacher Zhou noticed me.

Teacher Zhou Ming is not a bad teacher or a good teacher in my impression.

He can teach well, and usually tells us some life truths, but he seems to have always felt that children are easy to deceive, when he just became a teacher, often have open classes, he emphasized independent learning, but before class, we rehearsed the content we have to go to several times like acting, arranged good lines for each student, and also depending on the quality of each student's performance in the open class to score our moral score, the score of good acting is very high, and the morality of poor acting is C.

My impression of him is also mean, I don't like it or I don't hate it.

"Yo, God Ji is here."

He saw me greeted me warmly.

"Well, hello Teacher Zhou Ming."

I said with a smile.

"I heard that you were admitted to the experiment, a college bully, and ..... Is this your girlfriend? ”

Teacher Zhou Ming looked at Chu Qing who was standing shyly next to me with some surprise, and those little ghosts who were doing research also raised their heads in a ghostly manner.

"What a beautiful girlfriend..... Blessed are you. ”

Teacher Zhou wore glasses and smiled obscenely.

"Uh... Chu Qing is just a school girl who came out with me today, not a girlfriend. ”

I argued, and Chu Qing and I instantly blushed when we heard my girlfriend and the like.

"Haha, it's not now and it's definitely going to be in the future!"

Teacher Zhou smiled cheerfully and said, this guy.... It's really disrespectful to the teacher, uh, anyway, it's really good that the teacher of my Great Heavenly Empire (China) instigated early love so much.

"Brother and sister are boyfriend and girlfriend? Is it the relationship of having children? ”

A little boy with a cylinder on the blackboard said with a grin.

"No!"

I complained loudly to this lewd child, boyfriend and girlfriend are not child-bearing relationships! The relationship of having a child is a big one!

"Boy, concentrate on your blackboard!"

Zhou Ming viciously preached to the lewd little boy, what he said was good! Teacher Zhou!

"What a bunch of bad boys who don't make people worry...."

After the boy was reprimanded by Zhou Ming, he trembled and went back to make graffiti on the blackboard, and Zhou Ming sighed.

The picture in front of me is a little familiar, well, about six years ago, I was also squatting on the ground like this little boy and being reprimanded by Zhou Ming, and now Zhou Ming has become a qualified mathematics team leader since he was a child, and I was also admitted to the experiment.

Tianming Primary School can be said to have changed.

But it can be said that it has not changed.