Faces shimmered in the crowd and then became blurred. ”

Lin Yawen didn't understand what he meant by hanging this blackboard, so he cared. But in the afternoon, the class bell rang for a long time, and I didn't see the shadow of the English teacher. Just when there was a commotion in the class, Teacher Lu walked into the classroom and asked everyone to quiet down and study on their own.

"Self-study?" The students craned their necks, their faces full of surprise.

Just when the students didn't know what was going on, Lin Yawen saw that many teachers in the school had rushed to the flagpole and sat on the high platform next to the flagpole. Seeing these gathered people, Teacher Lu also walked out of the classroom door and joined their team.

The crowd was noisy, and the students who were close to the classroom window, looking at the teachers gathered together, were very surprised to lie by the window, sticking their heads out, wanting to find out.

Lin Yawen was also attracted by the noisy sound.

I saw a tall and thin man, walking into the crowd, and it was very difficult to explain what this was. That person was the principal of Wencheng Middle School, and he usually spoke loudly, but he was very kind. His explanation, not listened at all.

In the chaos, Lin Yawen heard such a voice:

"If you don't pay your salary, you will go on strike!" A female teacher with long hair said in a loud voice.

"Yes, I haven't been paid for half a year, and if it goes on like this, the whole family will have to drink the northwest wind!" A slightly chubby middle-aged man, said angrily.

"I've already reported to the town that everyone's ......salaries will be paid in the next two days," the headmaster said to the crowd in a flattering tone.

"Don't fool people! We've been listening to you say this for half a year, you don't get bored, we still get tired of it! Teacher Wang took a puff of smoke and said angrily.

Among the teachers who gathered, some of them echoed and said a few words, and some of them just sat expressionlessly.

Seeing that his persuasion was useless, the headmaster turned and left the crowd. After a while, Lin Yawen saw the principal riding his dilapidated big-wheeled bicycle and disappearing outside the school gate.

Lin Yawen understood, because of salary arrears, all the teachers in the school went on strike. And the blackboard that read, "There is no soap in the math group," was just a prelude to a collective strike. Lin Yawen looked at the teachers gathered and sighed.

She remembered that when she was a child, there was a time when her father was not looking for a suitable job, so naturally he would not have a stable income. If there is a happy event at home, Lin Yawen will always feel that the family is covered with clouds, and her mother's sigh always makes her feel involuntarily depressed when she is young. Later, my father finally found a stable job, although the salary was not high, but the family's life was relatively stable.

However, those days when I was stretched thin laid strong roots in Lin Yawen's small heart.

In the 90s, when there was material scarcity, the social status and salary of teachers had not been truly implemented and improved, and it seemed to be common for salaries not to be paid in time. If it weren't for the real helplessness, these teachers would never have scattered the lively students in the classroom and went on strike en masse.

Lin Yawen looked at the whining crowd outside, and she saw a few familiar faces. Because of the distance, the faces shimmered in the crowd and then became indistinct.

The classroom was chaotic, those students who usually didn't have the opportunity to talk loudly were talking about it, and those who were usually better students also took it upon themselves to change seats with others, and sat together and chatted enthusiastically.

Lin Yawen was immersed in the question, and her tablemate Li Nan was dangling a stool next to her. Lin Yawen reminded him to be quieter while doing the question, but not only did he not listen, but he also intensified Lin Yawen rolled his eyes.

"Neurotic!" Lin Yawen muttered while doing the question, and then ignored him.