Shallow?

All the memories and imaginations floated up in an instant.

Liu Ruixuan lowered his head, blinked slightly, and his eyes fell on the dark blue hourglass again.

Three years, no, to be exact, two years and four months, 856, he could see his cousin.

I took a deep breath and casually glanced out the window, the green campus was already May, the season of late spring and early summer.

Teacher Zhang on the podium changed his previous unsmiling attitude and happily praised his words with the girl in the next class.

As soon as he turned around, he just bumped into Mr. Zhang's gaze, his eyes were full of smiles, and even the three deep wrinkles on his forehead were much shallower, bent into three arcs, showing him the most sincere care and smile.

The corners of Liu Ruixuan's lips curled, chuckled, lowered his head, picked up the Chinese textbook in front of him, turned page by page, and turned back to the content to be studied today.

Teacher Zhang, I hope that the students will take him as an example, study hard, collect their temperament well, don't patronize and play, rural children, the only way out is to be admitted to university, out of Liujia Village, out of Xinxi Town, out of Yunling, to see the outside world, how wonderful it is.

yes. He wants to get out of Xinxi Town, and he also wants to get out of Yunling, and he wants to go to Jingyun.

I want to see what kind of place the quiet cloud that I have silently recited N times in my heart, walk through her walk, see the scenery she has seen, and feel her feelings.

Liu Ruixuan's heart is full of joy and persistent motivation for the sake of thinking.

These three words brought him infinite motivation and his unwavering belief!

Later, Mr. Zhang praised a lot, and finally, I hope that all students can be like Liu Ruixuan, motivated, serious, careful, cautious, and more importantly, have a peaceful temperament, don't chatter, like a noisy bird, and keep arguing.

The corners of Liu Ruixuan's lips curled, chuckled, lowered his head, picked up the Chinese textbook in front of him, turned page by page, and turned back to the content to be studied today.

In fact, he was not at peace in his heart.

Although I knew that I would get good grades, when I heard it, I couldn't help but feel happy.

But, mother, he is about to be ten years old, he is a big child, and he can't be like when he was playing, let alone like his father, because of a few unpleasant words from other children, he will chase and beat all over the village.

Mother, he is also a squad leader now, he has to play the role of a role model, and he must learn to smile at everyone.

Later, in the envious eyes of his classmates, he stood up and thanked Mr. Zhang, all these achievements are due to Mr. Zhang, and it is the result of Mr. Zhang's guidance and strong support for him.

He clearly saw that on the podium, the smile on the face of Mr. Zhang, who was over half a hundred years old, suddenly froze, and then, don't turn his head, face the blackboard, finish writing the topic, and pause for a while before turning his face.

He smiled and sat down.

He knew that his mother was right again.

Push the credit to others, and you will reap more results; Taking problems and difficulties to yourself is responsibility and self-confidence.

Later, when dusk came, Mr. Zhang called him to his office, took out a beautifully bound dictionary of idioms from a drawer, and gave it to him.

He originally wanted to refuse, he had a copy, which his mother specially bought for him from the town, and he had already read all the 268 idiom stories in it.

Now, he has given the idiom dictionary to Xiuxiu to use.

I thought about it, but it didn't come out in the end.

When he saw Mr. Zhang's eyes that were expectant or perhaps mixed with other feelings, he took them with a smile and thanked them.

Teacher Zhang waved his hand, go, prepare well, I hope you can win the first prize in the Chinese newspaper competition.

Liu Ruixuan smiled and nodded, I really wanted to ask if I won the first place, this word seems to be used incorrectly, it is obviously the first opportunity to play, not the meaning of taking the first.

I thought about it and didn't ask.

He just smiled and said yes, and walked out of the office with the thick idiom dictionary in his arms.

He thought that if he left, he might be able to get out of Xinxi and Yunxi.

Teacher Zhang behind him, looking at his distant back, sighed heavily in his heart, slowly raised his head, turned his head to look out the window, and occasionally three or five pedestrians walked by on the road outside the window.

The road used to be a large playground with newly built basketball hoops and newly dug sand pits.

Teacher Zhang closed his eyes slightly, and slowly opened them, perhaps, there will be a miracle.

Didn't Tianjiacun get one of them last year?

Although he didn't dare to have extravagant hopes, it was always good for Rui to have that self-motivated heart.

Teacher Zhang gently opened the drawer, and there was a letter from Jingyun inside.

It was his former student, and he sent a reply letter confirming the latest news of the Jingyun Olympiad class, which still maintains the status quo, once a year, in Jingyun City, six counties, four classes, and 200 students.

At the end of the letter, I wrote a sentence, thank the teacher for sending me to Jingyun, I hope that I can meet the teacher here again, even if I can't teach the younger brothers and sisters sent by the teacher, he will pay more attention. Please rest assured.

Teacher Zhang smiled and closed the drawer again, and closed all the doubts, it has been eight years, and no student in Liujiacun has been to Jingyun for eight years.

Eight years, so long ago, he seemed to have forgotten that he used to be the best teacher of Jingyun Learning.

Eight years, so far away, he seems to have forgotten that he came to Liujia Village to teach twelve years ago, and sent batch after batch of students to Jingyun's junior high school, even if Quan Jing went to the most outstanding Olympiad class, among 100 people, there were always two or three of his students.

It's just that everything changed in that turmoil eight years ago.

There are no more outstanding children in Liujia Village.

He can't teach excellent children anymore, and Jingyun has become a faint pain in his heart, so painful that he can't breathe when he thinks about it.

And now, Mr. Zhang looked at the figure that had long disappeared at the door of the office, and Rui's sudden mention reminded him of the past that he didn't want to touch.

That's fine.

Spring, after all, it's here, isn't it?

Teacher Zhang looked at the two-meter-tall green pine in front of the office door, although it was destroyed, it went straight up.

Teacher Zhang, who was over half a hundred years old, sighed heavily, he was old.

Cao Cao, Lao Ji is in waiting, and he is determined to be thousands of miles.

Teacher Zhang smiled, picked up the reading glasses on the table, took out a piece of used paper from the drawer on the left, spread it out, and studied the contents very carefully.

In the south of the Yangtze River with apricot blossoms and rain, spring grass overflows the river embankment.

Time passed in thick newspapers and class after class.

In the blink of an eye, it was mid-to-late May, and the language newspaper knowledge contest and the Olympiad math contest were coming as scheduled.

Through the rain and fog at seven o'clock in the morning, and across the three-thousand-meter dirt road, he ran all the way south, to the town's experimental school, the school, for him, was just a bridge, a bridge to the still clouds.

Jingyun, that distant city, should have too many beautiful stories and moving legends, right? Wouldn't it rain in the early morning?

Open your eyes to the sound of walking rain and look at the fleeting scenery and gray emptiness on the side of the road.

Mr. Zhang, who is over half a hundred years old, is riding hard, driving him towards Xinxi Town and towards his dream.

He could ride a bicycle by himself, but Mr. Zhang disagreed, he was still just a child, and it was raining, so he obediently sat on the back seat of Mr. Zhang's bicycle.

Looking at Mr. Zhang's bow to the back of the lobster, struggling to step on the pedal, he only felt that the vision in front of him suddenly blurred, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

There are always some people and things that inadvertently touch the most fragile string in your heart, and then bounce away, making you helpless and uncomfortable, a familiar word, a familiar back, a similar face.

will move him, and he can't help but want to cry.

But mother, a man can't shed tears easily.

He sniffed and pretended to look up casually, resisting the urge to cry.

Suddenly, I found that the tears in my eyes suddenly increased again, and they slipped silently.

He thought of the thick newspaper again, the thick dictionary of idioms.

Liu Ruixuan sniffed, raised his hand to wipe his face, and held the hand at the corner of Teacher Zhang's clothes, and couldn't help but clench it a lot, like holding the dream he was most looking forward to in his heart.

If, yes, he hopes that when he grows up, he can be a teacher and be honest with the students he teaches, like Mr. Zhang.

And he is sure that whether it is this time or the next time, he will definitely live up to the teacher's hard work and expectations.

Ran to the place three thousand meters away, with his own expectations, and went all the way forward under the protection of Mr. Zhang.

Looking at the scenery of the drizzle around him, and seeing the large green fields hidden in a fog, he silently set a goal for himself in this silent rain.

Coincidentally, the essay question of the later language newspaper knowledge contest turned out to be - when you grow up......

Liu Ruixuan smiled, saw the school gate from a distance through the window glass, the familiar figure, and wrote without hesitation: When I grow up, I will become you.

Later, in the smoke and rain of May, he listened carefully to the lectures and took notes, as if no one was around.

A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculents, and the plum is yellow when it rains.

Soon, in the blink of an eye, May passed. June has arrived.

In the large lake outside the village, lotus flowers have quietly bloomed, and in the misty rain and mist, they have bloomed into a pink letterhead.

It's like a letterhead from my cousin.

My cousin sent a letter, she, listening to my aunt, Rui is already a celebrity in Xinxi Town. The last sentence is still the same, that sentence, she will wait for him in Jingyun.

It's still pink letterhead, it's still inkless.

Looking at the lotus flowers in a lake, Liu Ruixuan's heart swelled with bursts of joy, shook his hand, and gently stuffed the letter into his pocket before he could send it.

What he originally thought, his cousin already knew.

A voice came, and he heard his name ringing not far away, and when he turned around, he saw his uncles and aunts from the same village approaching. They, I heard you had good grades. They, listen to Mr. Zhang, you are a good seedling for college.

He smiled and thanked him, and then calmly disappeared from the sight of his aunts and uncles who had gone to work in the fields.

At that moment, he realized that his unconscious following and running would not be long before he saw a colorful story, skimmed through his memory, and woke up from a deep sleep dream somewhere in his future.

And at that time, he was just like that, walking with his teacher and moving forward all the way.

Later, I found out that from the moment he set off, the story had already begun, and some of the answers had already been written, such as persistence.

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