More than three months have passed.

Time is like a song of water, in the past few months, Lin Wenxi has been working day and night, eating and drinking, but his body is much better than before. He also served as a teacher of language, mathematics, foreign language, music, labor, and physical education for more than 100 students in the whole school, and he had already become a rather dignified child king. In the past three months, except for Huang Xiya, who has been in contact three times, there has been no news from anyone, and his father Lin Ziwei has not said a word.

On this day, Lin Wenxi sat silently in the secluded bamboo fence, and touched the village chief to apply to his superiors for a long time to purchase the only relatively high-end electronic piano. The wind passes through the bamboo, the bamboo shadow climbs the wall, the wind strokes the qin, Manman sings: "You will feel love, feel hate, feel forgiveness, life will not only be full of sadness, he will not take away your paradise when he is gone... ”

It is said that people born on Qixi Festival, when the Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet, are the lucky ones who are blessed by the Queqiao, and the emotional road is smooth and stable, and they will be happy for a lifetime. It is also said that Qixi Festival is when the Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet, but it is also the night of separation, if it is born in the middle of the night after Qixi Festival, it often indicates that the love road is bumpy, and the blessings and disasters are unpredictable. And Lin Wenxi, but it was precisely the middle of the night of Qixi Festival, which came to the world, and this year's Qixi Festival happened to be the eighteenth birthday.

For so many years, Lin Wenxi's birthday is about the same every year, his mother Huang Xiya carefully stir-fried some side dishes and bought fruit juice drinks, no matter how busy Lin Ziwei is, he will rest at home on this day and celebrate together as a family. When he was a child, Lin Wenxi always thought that his father cherished him, and when he grew up, he gradually became curious, why there is no birthday cake or candle for every birthday, but there is a bouquet of delicate red roses.

Lin Wenxi, who was a little sensible, was a little angry, so one year on the Chinese Valentine's Day, he poured a basin of warm water, shook off the whole bouquet of roses, and enjoyed a rose fragrance bath. At that time, my father and mother entered the bedroom early, and I didn't know what I was doing, and when my father came out satisfied, the red roses had already faded and turned into "flower thousand bones". Fortunately, his father seemed to be in a very good mood, and only asked Lin Wenxi to copy "The Song of Long Hatred" ten times, so Lin Wenxi copied an extra small note and stuffed it in his father's bedroom, which read, "On the seventh day of July, the Palace of Eternal Life, when no one whispered in the middle of the night." "My father was so angry that his face turned red, but he was blameless, Lin Wenxi felt that he understood something that night.

Lin Wenxi's birthday in the real sense of his life is a little blurry, and he always thinks that it should be when he is four or five years old, when he was a child, his brother played with him, and he also made a small wooden sedan chair to carry him, saying that he was greeting his relatives. Why can't I remember, Lin Wenxi sighed heavily, lay on his side with the calendar, his brows furrowed, just remember the happiness at that time, why do you have to recall all kinds of details.

The next day, the rainstorm was like a note, but on the day of Qixi Festival, it happened to be the time when the school had half a month of summer vacation, which also meant that Lin Wenxi's teaching career was about to end. Two days ago, Hongxuan had called to inform him that he would come to pick up Lin Wenxi in the afternoon on the eighth day of the new year.

By the end of the second class in the afternoon, before four o'clock, the village farmers and women were already crowded on the steps of the school gate, waiting in line for their children. If it was usual, he would have rushed into the yard in a hurry, chatting in groups about whose baby was disobedient and how to fight. However, when I heard that there were high-achieving students from well-known universities in the provincial capital who came to the countryside to teach substitute teachers, the way I could imagine the respect was that they were waiting in line quietly with farm specialties in their hands.

Lin Wenxi wanted to decline the gifts of all the students' parents, but he didn't know that the villagers in this small mountain village were so straightforward, as soon as they said that they would not accept gifts, they thought that they would only accept "brain platinum", and they were so anxious that they asked their children if they were not behaving well, so that Lin Wenxi punished them severely, and even some parents directly pulled their children over, and gave him an ear scraper in public, scolding him for not being angry and not listening to the teacher. Lin Wenxi pulled the innocent child, and in desperation, he accepted the gifts one by one, including sweet potatoes, cucumbers, dried beans, nest heads, corn sweet stalks, all of which were delicious foods that he and his playmates had rubbed around when they were children.

God this is to let myself remember enough of my childhood, Lin Wenxi looked at each student with a happy and slightly bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Erniu, he has a good memory, he endorses quickly, and he must be very promising when he grows up."

"Yumei, her hands are very skillful, and she folds the origami most neatly when she teaches her."

Lin Wenxi handed the hands of one student after another to their parents, and to everyone's surprise, in the past few months, Lin Wenxi was able to match the names and appearances of more than 100 students in three classes one by one, and Lin Wenxi understood their preferences and advantages clearly.

"The children are very obedient and well-behaved, this Xiaofeng is a little naughty and likes to fight, but as long as he talks to him well, he will be obedient and will not bully the younger children. Moreover, he is very good at sports, has a good physical foundation, and is a good seedling. Lin Wenxi grabbed a tall, dark-skinned child and smiled to help him wipe his nose.

"Ouch, Mr. Lin, don't get your hands dirty, my baby, very ruffian, just beat and scold, don't be too good to him, it's a cheap bone." The peasant woman smiled, twisted the child's mouth, and scolded: "Teacher Lin is so good to you, you bully your classmates again, and go home and break your legs!" ”

There was a child next to him who cried, sobbed and said, "Teacher, he doesn't bully the junior students, the specialists bully our classmates, woo woo." ”

Lin Wenxi picked him up with a smile, put his forehead against the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile: "Little pole, if he bullies you, you will race against him, no one can compare to your long-distance running and sprinting, you can also hit him, run away, hit him again, and run away again." The students who called the little pole burst into tears and laughed, and those parents didn't expect Lin Wenxi to teach their children like this, which was quite novel and funny.

Xiaofeng turned his head and said, "For Mr. Lin's sake, I won't beat you in the future, but you can't often pull Cuihua's braids!" ”

When the little pole heard this, he felt that he had been accused, and he was so ashamed that he wanted to cry again, Lin Wenxi gently gave him a chestnut chisel and said: "All eight or nine-year-old children, if you want to become a little adult, don't cry often, if you want to cry, look up at the blue sky, you won't want to cry." ”

"You are my Lin Ziwei's son, don't let me see you cry from today onwards! If you want to cry, look up at the sky! "That's what my father used to say to himself.

Lin Wenxi went back alone, the campus was suddenly empty, only an old man with a security guard at the door, who was packing up his things, and when Teacher Lin went down the mountain, he locked it for half a month and ushered in the new school year. He heard that a new teacher was coming.

"Teacher Lin, you teach so well, we can't bear you. My little grandson is under you, and his grades are like sesame blossoms, and he will be admitted to the township primary school in the second half of the year! The old man of the security guard grabbed Lin Wenxi's hand and said in a rambling manner.

"He's very smart, he relies on himself, and I'm just guiding him a little." Lin Wenxi said politely.

"Whereever, if my son could meet a good teacher like you before, he wouldn't have to carry a hoe for the rest of his life!" The old man was so excited that his eyes were red, and he couldn't stop thanking him.

"The new teacher, I believe it will be very good, the affairs of the villagers, the above are all in mind, and there will be many teachers Lin here." Lin Wenxi said solemnly.

"Okay, okay, Teacher Lin said so, I'm a hundred relieved!" The old man was suddenly in high spirits, raised his head highly, and neatly cleaned up the small campus courtyard. Lin Wenxi pulled his trouser legs deeply, hunched his back, and braved the rain to clear the clogged drainage ditch in the playground.

In the evening, the sky was overcast like an eternal night, and the wind in the corridor carried the torrential rain on Lin Wenxi, he did not hide it, and let the rain pour himself through. The dim light bulb swayed slightly in the room by the wind blowing from nowhere, and the shadow of the lamp swayed, like the murmur and comfort of the darkness on Lin Wenxi's body, Lin Wenxi looked at the bean-like lights dimly, I don't know which university he will go to in a few days? Let's go back to Kio University for some time. Zhao Yuan, what's wrong? Is Gu Xi still sad for Zheng Kai? What's the point of going back, and if you say goodbye, you don't know what the years are like.

The phone rang like a ghost crying wolf in the silent night, Lin Wenxi was startled, and took the phone, it was the village chief who said that the wind and rain were heavy, and he was worried that Lin Wenxi was not safe in the school building, so he wanted to send someone to pick up Lin Wenxi and go down the mountain to rest. Lin Wenxi deliberately excused himself for a long time before he dispelled the village chief's doubts.

Going down the mountain, it is estimated that he will be invited to the wine bureau of various village cadres again, Lin Wenxi will not refuse, as Lin Ziwei's child, he has thought that there will be such a moment, he will raise the wine glass on behalf of his father, according to his father's original plan, he graduated from Jifu University, he will go to study abroad, come back to take the civil service exam, climb up step by step, or, maybe take a helicopter like Chen Wanxin, as for the future, Lin Wenxi doesn't know, it's probably just like that, it's just a closed ring, he can't escape, I never wanted to escape.

After receiving the phone, Lin Wenxi suddenly felt a chill on his shoulders, the wind poured in from the door, and he shivered with cold, so he checked the stove, the fire was hot, and he could boil hot water.

Lin Wenxi remembered that he had taken a cold shower for more than a month in the cold winter of last year, and he had no cold in a strange way, presumably the wind and rain in this summer, and he couldn't do anything with himself, unconsciously, he suddenly remembered that person again, taking a cold shower in the bathroom, while pinching his throat to learn to sing by himself, thinking, feeling a little embarrassed.

But I was surprised to find that I was smiling in the mirror.

Lin Wenxi squeezed his eyebrows in the mirror, gently stroked his forehead, eighteen years old, all the greenness had faded, and some stubble began to crawl densely in his mouth, it was really not like the "jade-faced Langjun" praised by everyone in high school. Looking up again, Lin Wenxi suddenly found that in addition to himself, a vague figure suddenly appeared in the mirror!