Tang Ling glanced at Zhang Fan, pulled Zhao Xiu and walked downstairs, "Xiuxiu, let's go, let's talk about it at noon." ”

"But ......"

Before Zhao Xiu's words fell, she was dragged away by Tang Ling.

Zhang Fan smiled bitterly and shook his head, looking at the back of the big guy scattering, he suddenly had no idea.

"I'm still too impatient about the shift change, I didn't expect such trouble."

Zhang Fan walked into the classroom, and most of the students had already returned to their seats, ready to start class.

"Let's open the Chinese textbook, let's study the text "On the Other Side of the Mountain" in this lesson."

On the podium, a male teacher wearing black-rimmed glasses held a textbook and spoke to everyone.

Zhang Fan didn't know the ninth class teacher, but the Chinese class he talked about was full of color, and Zhang Fan listened to it with relish.

"On the Other Side of the Mountain" is a junior high school text, in which a little boy faces the mountain and asks his mother, "Mom, what is on the other side of the mountain?" ”

"On the other side of the mountain is the sea!"

"Oh, is the sea on the other side of the mountain?"

One day, full of hope, the little boy finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

But he came back crying: "Mother, on the other side of the mountain, it is still a mountain!" ”

Zhang Fan listened to the teacher's lecture silently, and slowly set off a wave in his heart.

He especially hated the phrase "read aloud and memorize the whole text" at the end of each text.

That sentence made every Chinese student feel painful.

But looking back now, isn't every seemingly simple Chinese text a rich and colorful life?

The little boy has crossed the mountains countless times, and he has been disappointed countless times, but he still moves forward bravely towards the heart in his heart.

What the hell is on the other side of the mountain?

It's the sea! It is the sea condensed with faith!

When the teacher on the podium read this sentence, Zhang Fan's heart was hot, and the difficult and tragic life in his past life appeared in front of his eyes again.

If Zhang Fan still chooses to study medicine, he is likely to be stabbed to death by the patient again in the poor doctor-patient relationship environment in the future.

Choosing medicine means that there are countless mountains in front of Zhang Fan, and the mountains that can be seen will fall if you are not careful, and you will get tattoos and broken bones.

Zhang Fan took a deep breath and slowly spit it out, and even a trace of fine sweat oozed from his forehead.

He thought of his colleagues in his department in his previous life, the supervisors of his graduate students, the supervisors of doctoral students, and countless people who insisted on working in medical positions.

Zhang Fan wanted to write a few papers in this life, make a lot of money, and then go into a business, and stay away from the profession of a doctor.

But at this moment, he hesitated a little, did he really leave like this?

The sound of the fan on the roof was hula-la-la, the teacher's voice on the podium was endless, and the spitting stars from the corners of his mouth occasionally splashed on the students in the front row.

Since being reborn, everything has been like a dream.

He never forgot Li Muyu, he was obsessed with Chen Keai, and Zhang Fan's heart was like a weed drifting away.

"I have a question for you!" The Chinese teacher reached out and pushed his black-framed eyes, put down the textbook and said, "Does anyone know what the main content of this text is?" ”

Most of the students quickly lowered their heads when they heard the teacher's question, trying to avoid the teacher's gaze on the podium.

Kangda walked around the classroom twice and noticed that none of his classmates had raised their hands.

He suddenly thought that there was a student in this class today, as if he had scored 115 points in the first grade in the previous Chinese exam.

Kangda became interested, and touched his chin with his rough fingers, which had been holding chalk for many years, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled old face.

"I heard that there is a new student in the class, so this new student will answer this question."

As soon as the words fell, all the eyes of the class turned to Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan also stood up slowly, looked at the teacher on the podium with his eyes, and said: "The realization of the ideal is to go through a lot of hardships. ”

Kangda nodded, it was still very good for junior high school students to understand this meaning when they read this text for the first time.

"Anything else?" There was a glint of curiosity in Kangda's eyes, and he wanted to know where the upper limit of this student who had taken the first grade was is.

Zhang Fan frowned, there was only so much superficial meaning in this text, and he couldn't read the deeper meaning.

"Whatever you want, whatever you can think of." Kangda encouraged.

The students in the classroom all looked at Zhang Fan, and everyone agreed with the first answer he said, and even many students suddenly realized that they understood the meaning of mountains and seas.

The cool little girl at Zhang Fan's table also glanced at him slightly, and her eyes flashed with a glimmer of light.

"In many cases, it's hard to achieve our goals, even when we're going through tough odds."

"It's like you're in a desert, and your ideals are just a mirage, and you can never find them, or even get out of them."

Zhang Fan's voice echoed in the classroom, and he felt his own situation.

Practicing medicine is like walking in a desert, and the benevolent feelings of a Chinese medicine practitioner are like a mirage, which can be seen but not touched, and one day people will be lost or die in the desert.

Zhang Fan exuded a gloomy and sad aura all over his body, which may not be felt by the students around him, but Kangda on the podium clearly felt Zhang Fan's pessimism.

Kangda groaned and asked, "Do you know why people work hard in this life?" ”

Zhang Fan was stunned, he didn't understand what Kangda meant.

The students of the ninth class of junior high school also looked at each other, they were taught to study hard since they were young, and then take the university entrance examination, there is no one who did not think about why they should work hard, why they should go to university.

The whispers of the students slowly sounded in the classroom.

"My mother said that I should study hard and get into a good university in the future."

"Looking for a job, study hard so that you can go to a good university in the future, and then find a good job."

"Isn't looking for a job also to make money? I feel like working hard is to make more money later! ”

The cool little girl at Zhang Fan's table raised her hand and signaled to Kangda that she wanted to answer.

"Zhang Mengmeng, let's talk about it." Conda Road.

"It turns out that her name is Zhang Mengmeng." Zhang Fan glanced at the girl at his table, she had short hair and a shawl, and was wearing a white sportswear.

"Teacher, a person works hard to realize his ideals and make his own contribution to society."

The girl's soft and pleasant voice poured out, Zhang Fan listened very comfortably, and even felt that she could be a voice actor in the future, and her sweet and glutinous voice made people feel happy.

It's just that Zhang Mengmeng's answer was too standardized, and Kangda could only nod and say, "That's right, are there anything else?" ”

Zhang Mengmeng sat down, her small eyebrows twisted together, and she could see that the teacher was not very satisfied with her answer.