Teacher Xing was very sick very strangely, a good person, who was sitting in the office and changing the text, suddenly the world swirled, and the person fell to the ground with a bang, breaking the corners of his forehead. Teacher Jing, who teaches English, Teacher Shen, who teaches history, and Teacher Ren, who teaches nature, were frightened, and some of them helped her up, some pinched her acupuncture points in the middle of the body and the tiger's mouth, and some rushed to call the principal.

There were no cars in the school, and calling an ambulance was afraid that it would frighten the children in class, so the physical education teacher, who was the most powerful and youngest, had to carry Teacher Xing onto the bicycle. The physical education teacher slowly pushed in front, and Teacher Jing and Teacher Shen held Teacher Xing's arm one by one in the back and sent her to the hospital.

The results of the examination showed that there was nothing wrong with it. Normal blood pressure, normal heartbeat, body temperature, white blood cells, blood lipids, blood sugar, and even urine and urine are all normal. Weird!

When Mr. Xing heard that everything was normal, he struggled to be discharged from the hospital. She is relieved not to get off work. Unexpectedly, when the person sat down at the desk and opened the first text, his head was dizzy again, his ears were ringing constantly, and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Teacher Ren, who teaches nature, suddenly realized: "I know what kind of illness Teacher Xing is!" She is 'dizzy when she sees the words', she has changed the book too much, just like eating meat during the New Year hurts her spleen and stomach, and she is disgusted when she sees meat again. ”

Teacher Xing gave it a try, and it was true: I felt comfortable when I left the notebook and walked to the window, and I was still dizzy when I returned to the notebook.

There was no way, so Mr. Xing had to stay in bed. I don't feel comfortable going home to rest, so I just want to lie down in the borrowed teaching room.

There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are kings. This time, the students in the first class of the sixth grade can be regarded as seizing the opportunity. Good students can still control themselves, and naughty children are so happy that they don't know how their names are written.

Yu Fat'er was late for two days in a row, and every time the morning reading bell rang, he rushed into the classroom sweating profusely while pulling his travel shoes, while affirming: "My mother forgot to turn on the alarm clock again!" Then he sat down, took out a fragrant pancake with fritters from his school bag, pretended to read a few sentences, bent his head down to take a big bite, read a few more sentences, and then took a big bite, chewing the smell of fritters all over the classroom. If the teacher in the morning reading class interfered, he said vigorously: "My mother said that if you don't eat breakfast, you won't have nutrition in your brain, how can your brain listen to and study without nutrition?" "The teacher thought about it, and it was right, Yu Fat'er couldn't listen to the class, and his academic performance fell, didn't he have to bother to help him make up for it? Just turn a blind eye and forget it.

Li Lin was originally a bit ADHD. When the music class was in class, the teacher played the piano and asked everyone to sing a newly learned song "Farewell", Li Lin's male duck voice was out of tune very loudly, and a classmate in front of him turned around and smiled, and he immediately knocked the back of someone's head with the recorder in his hand. The music teacher screamed, "Amazing! When you are in class, you dare to commit murder and beat people! She went over and pulled Li Lin and asked him to come out of the classroom. Who knew that the music teacher was petite and exquisite, but Li Lin was tall and big, she stretched out her hand and pulled it, not only did she not pull Li Lin at all, but she was staggered by Li Lin's backhand, and almost fell into Li Lin's arms. The class burst into laughter. Two blush flew out of the music teacher's white and tender face, and he was so embarrassed that he couldn't feel ashamed.

Shang Hai's little cleverness can be regarded as finding an opportunity to show it. When the nature teacher was talking about the reproductive system of plants, he interjected in a sharp voice: "Genitalia? Li Lin laughed and rolled off his seat. The girls also wanted to laugh, but they were embarrassed, so they covered their mouths with their sleeves one by one, lying on the desk, and shrugged their shoulders. The nature teacher "snapped" and tapped the podium with a whip: "What's so funny? It's a natural plant formation! Shang Hai pretended to be confused: "Why is this happening?" The classroom was even more full of laughter. Naturally, the teacher was so angry that his hair stood on end, and he broke a whip in his hand.

Jin Ling was not a good student in the class, but she didn't want to indulge herself when Teacher Xing was sick, she felt that Li Lin and Shang Hai's approach was a bit shameful, like taking advantage of the fire to rob, not so open. When others were struggling and smiling in class, she held her face and did not smile, deliberately sat up straight, and stared at the teacher with burning eyes, as if to say, "And I'm listening!" The teacher felt that Jin Ling, the child, was still very righteous, and he would not do anything that fell into trouble when he was in danger.

Jin Ling is emotional. Teacher Xing is usually not very good to her, because she is a very average student in the class, and as a teacher, she always likes a few top students who study well. But Teacher Xing was sick and didn't show up in the classroom for a few days, and Jin Ling still missed her very much. Besides, Teacher Xing was tired and sick for their class, and Jin Ling always felt that she also had a responsibility, and she didn't feel good in her heart.

Jin Ling said to Yang Xiaoli, "Let's go see Teacher Xing." ”

Yang Xiaoli asked hesitantly: "If other classmates see it, won't they say that we are sycophants?" ”

"Just say it, what are you afraid of? Anyway, I don't want to be a escort. Jin Ling looked calm.

Yang Xiaoli thought for a while, but decided not to go. Because in the past two days, when the vice principal was teaching Chinese class on her behalf, she gave her an "ungraded" essay, and she was afraid that Teacher Xing would ask about the essay.

If you don't go, don't go, Jin Ling doesn't want her to carry her, and she can't walk into Teacher Xing's hut alone?

When she went to school at noon, Jin Ling left the house half an hour earlier than usual. Passing by the flower stall at the school gate, Jin Ling saw the buckets of blooming red roses, purple forget-me-nots, white stars, golden autumn chrysanthemums and pale green calla lilies, and she liked it so much.

The stall owner is a man in his 40s who is a bit of a crutche, limping and busy sprinkling flowers with a water bottle. Seeing Jin Ling standing in front of the flower stall stupidly and not leaving, he asked casually: "Want to buy flowers?" ”

Jin Ling embarrassedly pointed to the large handful of carnations in the plastic bucket: "How much does this cost?" ”

The stall owner didn't look back and said, "Just buy one!" Give it a penny a penny. ”

Jin Ling took out his pocket and took out a dollar. This is when she asked her mother to buy erasers at noon. She fumbled in the mezzanine pockets and corners of her school bag, and found a dime coin and a crumpled rag-like ticket.

"It's only a two-cent piece." She whispered.

The stall owner replied categorically: "No, I can't do a loss-making business." Do you know where this flower comes from? Kunming! Airlifted from Kunming! No matter how far away, how difficult it is to keep fresh! ”

Jin Ling bit her lip, looked at those delicate flowers, and was reluctant to walk away.

The stall owner relented a little: "Or, drop your money and take this one - it wilts a little, but it still looks like a flower." ”

Jin Ling glanced at the flower designated by the stall owner. The leaves of the flower were already drooping, and the edges of the petals were a little black. She shook her head.

"You kid! There is no money to buy good flowers, and there is no money to buy them, and they refuse to ask for wilted flowers. Forget it, with this piece of two cents, buy a bag of plums to eat. ”

Jin Ling said, "I want to buy flowers." ”

The stall owner laughed: "What are you buying flowers for?" Sending a boyfriend? You're not old yet. Besides, I should have given it to you by a boy. ”

Jin Ling said, "I'll send the teacher." Our teacher is sick. ”

The stall owner stopped laughing and stared at Jin Ling with concern: "Which teacher?" I know all of your teachers at Xinhua Street Primary School. ”

"It's our Teacher Xing."

"OMG!" The stall owner exclaimed, "She has been my son's homeroom teacher!" ”

He stooped down and fished out the freshest and reddest carnation from the bucket, turned around and looked for the plastic paper to wrap the bouquet, and placed a white star next to the red flower, which he skillfully bandaged. He blamed Jin Ling and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier? The courage is not strong, and the mouth is stupid! ”

Jin Ling retorted to him: "I have no money, how can I be bold?" ”

The stall owner said: "Yes, only those who are rich can be arrogant." ”

He handed the tied bouquet to Jin Ling: "Take it, it's free, I'll give it." ”

Jin Ling wanted to pay him two cents a piece, but he refused to accept it. Jin Ling threw the money at the flower stall and left.

Because it's not school time, the campus is deserted. Jin Ling was embarrassed to hold the bouquet in her hand for people to see, so she took off her red scarf and walked to the back of the teaching building in a covert manner.

There is a row of simple bungalows at the back of the teaching building, and the third of them is the cottage where Mr. Xing lives. Jin Ling put his ear to the door and listened, but there was no sound inside. She tried to push her hand, but the door was hidden. Through the crack in the door, she saw Teacher Xing lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt, his hair was scattered, his face was yellow, his eyes were deep, and his lips were a little pale.

Teacher Xing heard the sound at the door. She was originally recuperating with her eyes closed, so her hearing was particularly keen. When she opened her eyes, she immediately saw a round and chubby face squeezed between the door and the door frame, and she laughed: "Is it the golden bell?" Come in! Then he patted the edge of his bed and said, "Come, sit down beside the teacher." ”

Jin Ling walked over on tiptoe and sat down gently on the edge of the bed, for fear of accidentally hurting the teacher.

Teacher Xing exclaimed in a low voice: "Ah, you also brought flowers!" It's so beautiful! After the teacher got sick, no one thought of sending flowers to the teacher! ”

Jin Ling was so happy that tears almost fell.

Teacher Xing then asked about the situation in the class: How is the discipline? What do the teachers think? Who has been called into the office to talk? Have you ever tested your math and English? What is the ranking in the whole grade?

Jin Ling is very sensible, knowing that patients can't be angry, so she carefully picks up some less serious things, occasionally plays a little trick, says bad things into good things, and gives full play to her language talent and imagination, adding oil and vinegar, painting and coloring, and making Teacher Xing smile.

"Oh, I almost forgot to ask, how did you arrange the self-study class this afternoon?" Teacher Xing propped up half of his body from the bed.

"The math teacher and the English teacher were in separate classes, so we were asked to do our homework casually. ”

Teacher Xing was a little anxious: "How can this work?" Doing homework casually, isn't it just a duck release? She thought for a while and said to Jin Ling: "You go, be a little teacher for me, and assign everyone to write an essay." ”

Jin Ling's heart jumped, and she couldn't believe her ears: "I'll go?" Is it me? ”

"Why can't it be you?" Teacher Xing looked at her lovingly, "The whole class counts you as the best in composition, and you are the most suitable for assigning composition." ”

Jin Ling's tears were almost about to fall again, and she stammered, "So...... So...... What to write about? ”

Teacher Xing said very easily: "It's up to you to decide what topic to write." You are the teacher. ”

Jin Ling kept her mouth shut, and it took a lot of effort to keep herself from crying or laughing with excitement.

On the way out of Teacher Xing's hut and on the way to the classroom, Jin Ling has been racking her brains to think about how to come up with a composition topic that is both fresh and chic. Writing "My Beloved ×××"? It's not good, it's too childish, like a third-grader wrote; Writing "Red Scarf Grows Up with Me"? It's not good, it's more difficult to write, and Jin Ling herself is most afraid of writing essays on this kind of topic; "Footsteps of Spring"? "Before Saying Goodbye to My Alma Mater"? "Giving Wings to My Ideals"......

Oh my God, it's not easy to come up with an essay topic!

When she walked into the classroom, she realized that the class had really "released ducks". Li Lin's boys don't talk about it, even the girls like Li Xiaojuan and Zhang Lingling couldn't control it, their bodies turned forward and turned back into twisted strips, saying a few words to this, making that laugh a few times, and they were very busy.

Jin Ling stood at the door of the classroom and calmed down, tensed his face hard, walked up to the podium with a very awkward and solemn step, picked up the Protestant whip on the podium and knocked it.

"Quiet down! Be quiet, please! Now I'm going to assign an essay topic! ”

Ni Zhiwei screamed: "You assign compositions? How old are you? ”

Jin Ling looked at him with blazing eyes: "Am I not qualified?" Is my composition inferior to yours, or are you deliberately resisting Mr. Xing's orders? ”

Ni Zhiwei had nothing to say, his body was shortened, and he muttered in his mouth.

Jin Ling didn't give up, and chased loudly: "Bad attitude, be careful that I will deduct 10 points from you when I change my composition!" ”

Ni Zhiwei was so panicked that he sat up straight again.

Many students in the class were very excited, because Jin Ling was very relieved to restrain the deputy class leader, who had always looked down on people. Shang Hai even shoved his thumb and forefinger into his mouth and made a not-so-loud whistle. Jin Ling glared at him fiercely and shouted: "Shang Hai! Shang Hai hurriedly pulled out his fingers, grimaced, and sat respectfully.

Jin Ling chose a stick of red chalk, turned around, and wrote today's essay title on the blackboard: "I Really Want to ......".

As soon as the sixth dot was finished, Yu Fat'er was already shouting below: "This topic is too difficult!" ”

Jin Ling turned around, put down the chalk, patted the red pink ash on his hands, and said in the teacher's tone: "What's so difficult? It's not hard to use your brains! ”

Yu Fat'er muttered: "I definitely can't write well, it can't be more than 200 words." ”

"No, no less than 600 words per person."

"400 words!"

Jin Ling was angry: "I said that 600 words is 600 words, and one less word is considered a failure." ”

Yu Fat'er said in despair: "If you become a teacher in the future, your students will definitely commit suicide." ”

Jin Ling ignored him, took out his own composition, and lay on the podium to write on his own. When other students saw Jin Ling like this, they really didn't dare to be naughty, one by one they conceived ideas, wrote and wrote, and the classroom was full of "click" sounds of pen tips touching the paper.

It's amazing that there was no one looking around or getting up and walking around for two whole self-study classes.

When she went home in the evening, Hui Zi was very surprised to see Jin Ling carrying back a large stack of texts, so she asked what was going on. Jin Ling deliberately made a casual appearance and said lightly: "It's nothing, Teacher Xing asked me to help her take a composition class." ”

Hui Zi was pleasantly surprised, and surrounded her daughter with some fuss. Jin Ling was annoyed by the question and said, "I'm not the only one who has been a little teacher!" Only then did Hui Zi sober up, and she felt that the last composition class was indeed not a great thing.

The day's homework was done very quickly, adding up to less than half an hour. It turned out that as long as she paid her full attention, she could still complete her homework faster and better.

The next step is to mark the essay. Jin Ling is known for her many typos in her class, but she has a keen eye and accurate when she corrects other people's essays, and she can distinguish every typo clearly. Sick sentences, unreadable sentences could not escape from her hands, and she changed them here and there, and there was always a way to make those sentences neatly arranged like a team of disciplined soldiers. She also tries to be fair and objective when grading each essay, neither showing favoritism nor trying to vent her anger. For example, she only scored 75 points for Yang Xiaoli's essay, while Ni Zhiwei's essay was 85 points.

After all the work was done, it was almost 12 o'clock in the night, and it seemed that Huizi felt distressed.

At noon the next day, Jin Ling went to Teacher Xing's hut again. Teacher Xing's complexion has improved, and her daughter has just come to bring her food. She drank a bowl of pork rib soup and ate some vegetables, and her lips were rosy.

Jin Ling piled up the composition text in front of Mr. Xing's bed, and told her a local book: why did this one fail, and that one got a high score; Whoever has too many typos can't read their sentences at all. When she came across a wonderfully written paragraph, she couldn't help but read a paragraph to the teacher. She genuinely loves the accurate descriptions.

"It's all good." Teacher Xing said, "It's really good. You've done a great job of changing it, and the grading criteria are fine. ”

Jin Ling hesitated at this time, and said to Ai Ai, "There is one more thing I have to tell you. ”

"You say."

"That's my composition...... My Essay ......"

Teacher Xing smiled and said, "Really, you haven't talked about your own composition yet." ”

Jin Ling lowered her head, not daring to look at Teacher Xing with her eyes: "I gave my own essay a score of 90. She hurriedly looked up again: "But I think I deserve this score!" I do write better than they do! ”

Teacher Xing smiled and asked, "Really?" Let me see, can you? ”

Jin Ling took out her composition and handed it to Teacher Xing. Teacher Xing just read the first line of words, and immediately became dizzy again, and hurriedly closed the notebook. Jin Ling said, "I'll read it to you." ”

Jin Ling read her essay with emotion:

I really want to make a forest for you

How have I seen your sad eyes again!

You are curled up by the side of the road, the feathers on your wings bald, revealing the fine gray fluff that clings to your body; One leg had broken off and was hanging down weakly; There was blood on the top of his head and neck, which had long since formed a hard blood scab along with the feathers. You're curled up pitifully, your whole body trembling incessantly. A pair of eyes looked at me so sadly, full of horror and desolation.

When I saw you yesterday, it was also at such a twilight hour, and it was also on the side of this busy road, but you were not as embarrassed as you are today. Your feathers are fairly intact, your legs are not broken, and there is no bleeding on the top of your head or neck. You're chased by a few naughty kids, staggering and struggling to move on the ground, but you can't fly into the sky anyway. I don't know what's wrong with you, can't you break through the trap of high-rise buildings in this city? Or mistake the towering glass curtain wall on the side of the road for your beautiful home, and hit it headlong in a daze, which makes you dizzy and faltering now? Or is it to vomit from the exhaust fumes of cars on the road? Sick? In short, you have now lost the ability to fly, and you are about to become a plaything in the hands of naughty children. It was at that time, when you twisted your head around in desperation, that I met your gaze.

What sad eyes these are! The only time in my life I have seen the faces of refugee children in Africa on television. These eyes are full of despair for life and fear for death. I pity you. In the city we live in, human beings always feel crowded, nervous, polluted and noisy, etc., not to mention the small and weak you!

I've decided to save you. I struggled to drive the group of children away, carefully holding you up. You screamed in panic, probably afraid that I was another abuser in the city. But my touch quickly quieted you, and you turned your little head to look at me as if you wanted to remember my face forever. I took you to a nearby parking lot and put you on top of the garage. I want you to rest on the roof for a while, take your breath, and then return to the blue sky and fly to a place suitable for your survival. Then I left because I had to get home and do my homework.

But why did I see you again today? Have you finally not escaped the clutches of those naughty children? Look how badly they hurt you! You're so stupid, if you can't fly, why don't you hide yourself? Don't you know that you are a creature destined to be swallowed up by this city?

I'll have to lift you up from the side of the road a second time. You gasped hard in the palm of my hand, your featherless wings flapping slightly, as if you wanted to fly one last time. But you finally drooped your head and died. You don't die, and your mouth is slightly open and refuses to close. What do you want to say? Accuse humanity of destroying you and your family's living environment with buildings, towering chimneys, highways, and railways? Or do you blame God for not making you stronger?

Holding your warm little corpse, tears welled up in my eyes. If I were a giant and I really wanted to make you a forest, it should be your best home. You can happily make nests, chirp, have children, and sing spring songs in the forest. There is the freshest air in the world, the freest sky. Do you like places like that?

It's a pity that you're dead, and you can't hear my heart anymore.

After Jin Ling finished reading, tears rolled down her cheeks. The corners of Mr. Xing's eyes were also a little moist, he wiped them with a tissue next to the pillow, handed another one to Jin Ling, and exclaimed, "What a good composition!" It's so well written! It's so emotional and thoughtful! If there are no typos, you should score 100 points. ”

Jin Ling licked the tears from the corners of her mouth and whispered, "Thank you." ”

Teacher Xing turned over, stared at the roof with both eyes, and said leisurely for a long time: "You are really a strange child. You are kind, upright, tolerant, generous, and have a noble heart that is compassionate to others, and your artistic sense is so keen, why can't your academic performance be improved? What have you been thinking about all day? Can you tell the teacher? She turned her head and stared into Jin Ling's eyes.

Jin Ling avoided Teacher Xing's gaze and whispered, "I don't want to do anything, I just want to be a good boy." ”

Teacher Xing said, "You are already a good child. ”

Jin Ling bit her lip and expressed disbelief.

Teacher Xing said again: "Really, you are already a good child. Why can't a student who can write such a good essay be called a good child? The teacher has now figured out that the connotation of a good child is too rich, and it is not all made up of 100 points. The teacher believes that you can do great things in the future, and you are a person with an ordinary appearance and a great soul. Work hard, Jin Ling, good boy! ”

Teacher Xing stretched out a thin hand, grabbed Jin Ling's chubby soft little hand, and covered it on his chest.

The corners of Jin Ling's mouth curled and she smiled embarrassedly. While laughing, tears rolled down uncontrollably.