Red letters, all business. The wild goose is in the cloud, the fish is in the water, and it is difficult to send this feeling.

Yang leans alone on the west building, and the distant mountain is just against the curtain hook. The face of the person is unknown, and the green wave is still flowing eastward.

A wind blew through the window, warm but not cold, and ruffled the hair that had just overflowed his ears.

The young head teacher raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his hand and squeezed it lightly, glanced at the familiar calligraphy and painting, and then looked out the window.

Outside the window, there are clouds drifting by, white and transparent, like a wisp of light smoke, floating in the blue sky.

The clear sky suddenly reminded him of the Song Ci with the marks of the years.

That was given to him by Mr. Wang before the summer vacation of the second grade.

And now all the thoughts about Mr. Wang are the yellowed Song Ci.

A crisp birdsong suddenly came.

The young head teacher blinked, but there was no trace of the bird's enclave, but the sound was still real.

As Mr. Thay said, Ileavenotraceofingsintheair, but IamgladIhavehadmyflight.

His world is now without Mr. Wang, but Mr. Wang is so unignorable that he remains in the memory of his life

"The same silver candle autumn light, the steps are slightly cool."

Once met, oh no, it was his unilateral belief that if there was one, he would return to his hometown in fine clothes, and Mr. Wang would definitely be proud of him.

So, after walking out of Liu, when he was in Zhenxi Middle School, he had met Teacher Wang, and Teacher Wang smiled every time, listening to your grades are good now.

When he listened, he nodded, smiled, and replied: It's okay.

Teacher Wang nodded and smiled, looked at the intersection in the distance, turned back to him, and said lightly: Although, Li Xiao and I are not very optimistic about you......

What? The smile on Wang Yang's face froze instantly, is it biological?

Ahem, is it a student who taught it himself?

Don't think about him?

In the second grade of that year, for those two years, he looked at him and smiled like a nymphomaniac, could it be his delusion?

The expression on Wang Yang's face instantly became richer, and he glanced at Teacher Wang.

I've been fooling him for two years!

Also, Principal Li is not optimistic about him? He didn't believe it?

Wang Yang pursed his mouth and looked down at the muddy road under his feet, Teacher Wang was provoking the teacher-student relationship between him and Principal Li.

In his memory, Principal Li took a fancy to him and let him enter school at the age of six, after all, other people's children only entered kindergarten at the age of seven.

What's more, when he was in the fifth grade, Principal Li personally took him to mathematics.

Ahem, although Principal Li has been teaching fifth-grade math all the time, Principal Li has asked him questions in every class.

What's in it? What is this not a special pet?

Teacher Wang actually bullied him, he was not favored by Principal Li?!

Wang Yang raised his head and looked at Mr. Wang, and silently spat Mr. Wang in his heart, phew!

I haven't seen him for half a year, and I don't want to see him.

"Although I am not optimistic," Mr. Wang smiled and retracted his gaze, "I still have a glimmer of expectation for you in my heart." ”

What? Wang Yang's eyes widened and he rolled his eyes at Teacher Wang.

Mr. Wang's habit of panting is like to breathe, when will it be able to get rid of it!

Wang Yang exaggeratedly raised his hand and stroked it on his chest: "Teacher Wang, alas. ”

Teacher Wang laughed twice: "Alas, what? Go your own way, let others go, you can easily sway people's moods, don't blame me for really looking down on you. ”

Wang Yang: ......

Well, it's still the look he remembers, and he doesn't want to see him.

"Give me a good mix, mix well, and come back to see me, I'm also your enlightenment teacher," Teacher Wang squinted, "It's too bad, if you can't pass the middle school and secondary school, don't come to see me, I can't afford to lose that person." ”

Wang Yang's face turned blue when he heard this, he looked at Teacher Wang, met Teacher Wang's firm gaze, couldn't help but be stunned, thought about it very seriously, and nodded heavily.

He thought it was an agreement between Mr. Wang and him, or an agreement he unilaterally thought: wait until he is admitted to the middle school and then go to the teacher to show off.

It's easy, it's often hard.

The high school entrance examination was over, his grades were unexpectedly good, and of more than 400 students in the school, he was admitted to Jingyun Middle Normal College with the second grade in the school.

In addition to the joy, he forgot to share this joy with the person who would disgrace him if he mixed too badly.

After four years, he thought that after three years, he could return to his hometown with honor, but the head teacher said to him, the school has implemented a five-year teaching system for outstanding students, and he can teach middle school after graduation, or you will continue to study for two years?

Wang Yang, oh no, Wang Yang, a young man who has reached the age of sixteen, raised his clear eyes and looked at the head teacher.

The young head teacher was a little unnatural by him, lowered his head slightly, raised his head again for a moment, and patted him on the shoulder: What do you see? It's all men, look at it again, and the eyeballs will be gouged out for you.

Listening to the fiery words of the head teacher, the handsome young Wang Yang suddenly remembered the story in that distant era.

In that long ago, there was also a person who often looked at him, what to see? I don't know how to study hard. It was so bad, he couldn't afford to lose that man.

The handsome young man Wang Yang couldn't help laughing when he looked at the young head teacher in front of him, he remembered Teacher Wang many years ago.

It's just that it's been a long time since I've seen each other.

He suddenly realized that he had always remembered Mr. Wang's words, and if he mixed it too badly, he would embarrass Mr. Wang.

He suddenly wanted to go home, to see the man who had taught him for two years, laughed at him for two years, and scolded him for two years.

During the May Day holiday, in the large wheat waves, he saw the familiar figure, busy in the field, just like other villagers, waving their arms and giving medicine to the wheat.

It looks like it's really decent.

The corners of the young and handsome Wang Yang's mouth twitched, and he walked straight over, blocking the front of that person, blocking the sunlight in front of the person's left.

The man turned to look at him, "What's in the way?" This is the place to stay, get out of ......."

Halfway through the conversation, he stopped.

The handsome young Wang Yang couldn't help grinning, revealing eight white teeth.

Get lost? Teacher Wang Yang actually asked him to get out? It's too faceless to give him.

Wang Yang, a young and handsome man, wanted to turn around and leave, but after thinking about it, he endured.

He came to Mr. Wang on purpose today, how could he just get out?

Moreover, Wang Yang looked down at the ground under his feet.

The wheat fields around him are about to ripen, and he is standing on the stalks in the field at this moment, and he really wants to roll up according to Teacher Wang's instructions, and he is willing to destroy the crops that are about to be harvested.

Isn't most of half a year's hard work in vain?

"Mr. Wang, can't you roll here?" Wang Yang, a handsome young man, grinned, "Or, I'll get out of another place?" ”

"You, you are?" Teacher Wang looked at the handsome young Wang Yang, and was a little stunned for a while.

This bastard's words sound a little familiar, but I can't remember them for a while.

Teacher Wang blinked, and looked at the handsome young Wang Yang twice, this son is too white, where did it come from?

Does he know him?

Looks like this guy is an acquaintance, but he really doesn't remember!!

He is a person full of peaches and plums, and he has gone through fifty-three springs, summers, autumns and winters in his life, and he remembers more and more people.

The list goes on.

But, whose family is this white bastard? Is it his student?

He really doesn't remember.

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