When I got back to class, I was in a daze and couldn't concentrate. The three people around me clearly sensed that something was wrong with me, and took turns asking me what the teacher had said after calling me to the office. I was already in a bad mood, and when they asked me like this, I felt a little depressed, and after throwing off the sentence "write a script", I never said a word again.

After returning home, I spent the night sorting out a script for "Poisoned Apple" based on the fairy tale of "Snow White", and handed it over to the Chinese teacher early the next morning.

The Chinese teacher took the script I wrote and read it twice, then raised her head and held her glasses, looked at me with an inquiring gaze, and asked me tentatively:

"You wrote this script?"

"Well, I thought that martial arts novels may not be very well understood, and they can't act out the effect of stage plays, so I chose a fairy tale that everyone knows, so that it is easy to act, and there will be more people involved, and everyone can participate. Do you read the lines I wrote? If not, I probably can't write anything better. ”

I couldn't figure out the meaning of the teacher's eyes, so I became nervous inexplicably, thinking that my script was not up to par. Seeing that I was so cramped and uneasy, the teacher couldn't help but smile at me:

"Don't be nervous, the teacher just didn't expect that you could write so well at such a young age. Let's follow your script, I'll go to your homeroom teacher in the afternoon to discuss, and then decide on the role. Since you're a screenwriter, would you like to get involved in the casting work? ”

There was a kind of ridicule in the tone of the Chinese teacher, but I was so nervous that I couldn't hear it. As soon as he heard her say this, he immediately shook his head and waved his hand in a panic:

"No, no, I don't really want to act, just decide, teacher."

"What are you afraid of, Liang Xiaobai, you are really a very good child, the teacher doesn't understand why you are always hiding and hiding all your talents. You're really good, you should take the opportunity to show yourself. ”

"No, teacher, I'm not as good as you say, I ...... I ......"

I really want to say that I'm actually nothing, I don't have any talent, I study hard, I look reluctantly, I can't get along with people, the only thing I can do is that I read a lot of martial arts novels, but there is nothing to brag about, because at our time, learning is the most important thing, and I waste all my time reading novels, thank God for not being criticized when I say it, I didn't expect anyone to praise me at all.

Really, these are the things I really wanted to say to my teacher, but before I could say them, my teacher pressed my shoulders, looked at me with blazing eyes, and said very firmly:

"Xiaobai, you are really good, but you didn't notice it yourself. As long as you are willing to open your heart, you will definitely live a wonderful life, believe in the teacher, but also believe in yourself, Xiaobai, you must come on! ”

This is the first time I've been praised so seriously since I've grown up. I froze in place, unable to recover for a long time.

This reaction was felt many years later, when I was first asked in person why I chose to write a novel. When I heard this question, I just felt like a myriad of scenes came to mind, and in the end, they were like movie replays, freezing the images here.

Maybe many years have passed, in my Chinese teacher's memory, there may no longer be my name Liang Xiaobai, and even at that time she didn't know how much her words had changed me.

But I didn't forget, I clearly remember every word the teacher said at that time. Although the big shadow in my heart was not completely eliminated because of the teacher's words, from that moment on, I finally mustered up the courage to face everything. I began to desire to put my true self in front of everyone, let them see, this is me, I am not some arrogant and unreasonable bad person, I am not a weirdo who rejects people thousands of miles away, I am just an ordinary person, an ordinary person like them.

I felt my tears rolling in my eyes, the scorching temperature of the tears, so hot that I couldn't help but want to blink, but I knew I couldn't blink, because I had never cried in front of others, I couldn't cry.

Seeing that I was like this, the Chinese teacher didn't say anything more to me and sent me back to the classroom. With tears in my eyes, I said "Thank you, teacher" to her and ran into the women's bathroom.

At this time, it was self-study time, the bathroom was empty, I was here, washing my face with cold water, while crying silently, until I could no longer feel the temperature of tears, I wiped my face fiercely, and returned to the classroom with my head down.

The homeroom teacher knew that I was going to find a Chinese teacher, so she didn't care about my sudden appearance. And because the head teacher was there, no one dared to look up at me, so I quietly returned to my seat. I'm glad that my embarrassment wasn't seen by anyone, but as soon as I sat down, Fu Chengwen handed me a tissue.

"Wipe it clean."

His voice was low, like the deepest part of a piano's keys. And I looked at his hand that handed the tissue, and somehow, I felt a sore nose and couldn't help but want to cry.

This guy is really the person who knows me best besides my parents, although sometimes he is even worse than Cao Yunxiao, but if there is only one person in this world who can see my tears, I think, I will only have him as a choice.

Although, in fact, when I was a child, I used to compete with him to see who cried more.

Hearing the sound of my sniffing, Fu Chengwen turned his head slightly sideways and glared at me, and pushed the tissue in his hand in front of me a few points. I suspect that if there was no one else here, according to the look in his eyes, his next step might be to just pull me in the face and wipe my tears away. Fortunately, they are all human now, and he won't do that, so I immediately obediently took the tissue and wiped my whole face, trying to hide the thought that I wanted to cry.

As soon as the teacher left the classroom, Cheng Zexin asked me what the teacher told me in the morning. After I cried, I felt in a good mood, and my whole person seemed to have changed, so I didn't hide anything, and directly told her that the teacher would use the script I wrote to make a small drama, and he would come to set the role in the afternoon.

Hearing the news, Cheng Zexin seemed to be even happier than me, she came over and hugged me, and then said to me very happily:

"I was still worried when I saw you yesterday, but I didn't expect you to give us such a big surprise. Xiaobai, you are really amazing, I now think that writing essays is a very sad thing, you can already write a small script, it's really amazing! ”

At this moment, in Cheng Zexin's eyes, I am like a star who has just begun to shine, which makes me blush.

"Zexin, be quiet, I haven't told you about this yet, I'll talk about it after the teacher comes in the afternoon."

"I know, I know, I'll say that my little white is the best, I will keep it a secret, and wait for the teacher to come in the afternoon. But today is really a very happy day, I'll take you to dessert after school, be sure to celebrate! ”