There are many roads, and it is your choice how to go, but if you keep walking knowing that you are wrong, it is stupid.

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The night is vast, shrouded in majestic mountains.

Sanmiao Village, one yard, two people.

Jiang Ruoxue was not far from Zhao Shanhe, one sitting on the haystack and the other sitting on the stone steps.

Raising his eyes and looking forward, the mountains are long, the dogs are intertwined, like a lurking beast, waiting for the prey, and under a closer look, it looks like a giant who is tied up, unable to move.

Zhao Shanhe's words made Ruoxue a little surprised, but she was not surprised, this young man did have something extraordinary.

He knows exactly who he is and is not confused.

But, in the distance, the mountain is still a mountain, not a ferocious beast, not a bound giant, it is just a mountain.

"Your way, how to go, I can't teach you, I don't think anyone can either!" Ruoxue said, "I just want to say that you know that the road is wrong, and you continue to walk, it is not helpless, but stupid!" ”

"Do I have a choice?" Zhao Shanhe turned his head and looked at Ruoxue, with struggle and desire in his eyes.

"Absolutely!" Ruoxue didn't want to think about it and said, "Poor, then you rely on your own hands to make yourself rich and closed, then you rely on your own feet, go out and see, prejudice, then you use real actions to break the prejudice, what do you say you can do?" You are still young, there are many choices, and learning real skills is the premise of breaking free from all shackles! You're smart, I won't say much, but I remind you that there are some roads that you can't turn back on once you make a mistake! If you think about it, isn't it a vicious circle when you get mixed with those people? Can you take care of your grandmother? ”

Zhao Shanhe was silent.

He has a choice?

Five years ago, when he was ten years old, his mother was lying in bed, dying, and he could only watch and watch as his mother closed her eyes.

Three years ago, when he was twelve, his father slipped and fell off the cliff while collecting medicine, and the only thing he could do was to carry his father home, not even a coffin, only a few broken wooden planks, and his father was cremated together.

He has a choice?

Over the years, my grandmother has grown older, and the family has very little land, and it is difficult to harvest food, so he can only find ways to supplement the family, but he still can't make ends meet.

Over the years, every night, he wished it was sunny, because he could see the stars outside, otherwise, in the event of thunder and rain, the half of the fence wall made of bamboo could not be shielded at all, and he could only hold the guitar that accompanied him and shrunk at the head of the bed.

"Do I have a choice?" Zhao Shanhe asked repeatedly, his voice was very low, and he didn't know whether to ask himself or Ruoxue.

But Ruoxue still heard clearly.

"I'm worried about leaving, grandma has no one to take care of, right?" Ruoxue asked rhetorically.

Zhao Shanhe nodded.

"The school has a scholarship, very high, as long as you work hard, get the scholarship, grandma's life can be solved, you take the high school entrance examination, and even the college entrance examination, the school also has a bursary, or that sentence, as long as you are willing to work hard, do not worry about not being able to go to college, during the Panshan period, you can go back home a week to accompany grandma, really not at ease, call back every day, when I came, I saw that your village has a commissary, doesn't it happen to have a telephone, not far from home...... The school provides such a good opportunity, you don't grasp it, when will you wait? If you encounter something unexpected one day, you can also cope with it, and do you want to experience that powerless encounter? ”

Zhao Shanhe didn't reply, suddenly stood up, looked at Ruoxue, respectfully, and bowed.

Ruoxue smiled, very satisfied.

This young man can understand it at one point, she didn't want to say these big truths, he can understand it himself, but he can't get out of the horns for a while.

Zhao Shanhe raised his head again and looked up at the starry sky.

At this time, he felt that above the sky, it seemed that it had changed, and those stars were brighter, like her eyes.

"Do you love the guitar so much, is it your dream?" Ruoxue suddenly asked.

Zhao Shanhe touched his nose and became a little angry.

"It's not!" Zhao Shanhe said, "I just like it, I like it very much, but I can't talk about dreams......

On the contrary, I hate that many people carry a guitar on their backs and talk about their dreams as if they are making music, making movies, or the whole entertainment industry has dreams......

In fact, most of them are a group of selfish, chasing fame and fortune clowns, behind their so-called ideals, I don't know how many chaos and end abandonment, can't see the light, the dirtiest and messier is their circle, and talk about dreams, as if others don't have dreams, in this world, who doesn't have dreams? Farmers, workers, students, academics, entrepreneurs, scientists...... Wait, who doesn't? It's just that they don't often mention it, they all put it into practice! ”

"So cynical!" Ruo Xuejiao laughed.

She suddenly found that this teenager was particularly interesting when he seriously criticized certain phenomena.

In her imagination, that person was also like this, always saying a lot of nonsense in a serious way, and he was very handsome at that time, which fascinated her.

It's just that he only exists in the world built in her heart, and he can only reminisce alone in the dead of night.

"Teacher, what about you?" Zhao Shanhe asked, "Why did you run down and do something thankless?" ”

Ruoxue smiled without saying a word, and got up leisurely.

When she passed by Zhao Shanhe, she said softly: "When you grow up, you will know!" ”

The mountains and rivers were stunned, and they didn't know why.

"How do you grow up?"

"One day in the future, when you can easily see through me, and I can't see through you, you will grow up, come on, child, on the day of school, I hope ...... You, and your friends, return to campus together! ”

Ruoxue left, leaving behind a faint fragrance, as if she had never been here.

Zhao Shanhe stood in place, looking at the direction she was leaving, and did not move for a long time.

It's still this little yard, it's still this pear tree, it's still that pile of haystacks, nothing has changed, but it's like, everything has changed.

"Kid, it's been a long time!" At this time, a gentle voice came into Zhao Shanhe's ears, and it was a kind face.

I don't know when, grandma has come back, and she happens to be sitting in the place where Jiang Ruoxue is sitting.

She patted the stone steps beside her and said, "Come, sit next to grandma!" ”

Shanhe was very obedient and came to sit down beside his grandmother.

"How? That's good, right? ”

"She's our principal, but I like to call her teacher!"

"At a young age, he is already the head of a school, and he does everything himself, he is approachable, without the slightest shelf, child, you have to help her, her arrival is not only your blessing, but also the blessing of the entire Panshan Eighteen Villages, we have to keep her, a phoenix, you have to give her a sycamore branch! Otherwise, if you fly away, you won't be able to come back! ”

"Why did Grandma say that?"

"Because she knows what you need most, even better than you! What's more, she can give it to you! ”

"What is it?"

"Dignity, hope, and a way!"

When Zhao Shanhe heard this, his heart was shocked.

He asked, "So what can I do to help her?" ”

"It's up to you to think for yourself......"

Grandma patted Shanhe's shoulder, and two fine lights suddenly flashed in her cloudy eyes.

"My grandson, although ill-fated, is also a dragon among men, you can help her!"

Grandma entered the house, and at the gate, she was left alone.

"Am I a dragon among men?" Thinking of his grandmother's words, Shanhe kept shaking his head, "I'm almost like a ruffian!" ”

Subconsciously, he took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one, and was about to light it, when he suddenly thought of the scene where the teacher dodged the haystack.

"Obviously, she didn't like me to smoke, and she must have been disappointed at the time, but she just didn't say it!"

Gritting his teeth slightly, Zhao Shanhe threw away the cigarette.

"How can I help her?" He began to think about his grandmother's words.

He wanted to know what he could do to help her, first of all, to know what she wanted.

However, she seemed to be wrapped in a layer of fog, and he couldn't see her clearly, so how could he know what he wanted?

"I don't have to know what you want, but I at least know what you're doing right now!"

Zhao Shanhe knew what to do.

He is most familiar with this eighteen villages, and he is familiar with every person in the village, and the school has been busy mobilizing students to go to class recently. I heard that the teachers worked very hard, and today alone, they ran five or six villages, but they gained little.

And he is a local, among his companions, most of them are only interested in him, if he mobilizes, wouldn't it be twice the result with half the effort?

After all, speaking in his capacity is more convincing than any teacher in school.

He got it!

He knew why she had come to him twice in one day.

As soon as she stepped into the courtyard, she saw him clearly, she was not mobilizing him, because he didn't need to mobilize at all.

She is hoping that he will mobilize other children!

Helping her is actually helping herself, because her purpose is for everyone.

She didn't say it explicitly, but the words before leaving were already clear.

It's just that at that time, he was thinking about other things, and it wasn't until his grandmother woke up that he didn't react until then.

The sound of the wind was leisurely, stirring the handful of red hair on Zhao Tianhe's head.

He suddenly brightened.

Raising his eyes again, In the distance, the mountains stretched, and the chains on the sleeping giant suddenly disappeared.

At this time, Zhao Shanhe's eyes became brighter and brighter.

The mountain, still the mountain, has always been.

He, always him!

She said that the mountain is beautiful.

At this time, he felt that the mountains were indeed very beautiful, with surging rivers, majestic mountains, and the loveliest person in the world!

With a long breath, Zhao Shanhe returned to the haystack, picked up the demure acoustic guitar again, and played and sang softly: "In autumn, you gently float into my heart, but I wait for you to know who I am every day, although it is cold in winter, I seem to want you to see that you are intoxicated, and when do you find that I am always with you......"

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