Once upon a time, we were the most tender people in the world, bowing our eyebrows for a flower, stopping for a cloud, and moving for a drop of rain! -- Bai Luomei

Xiao Tao, a boy who looked a little thin and thin, had just passed his twentieth birthday. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info was alone at this time, with a very serious face, lying in front of a desk in the office, holding a pen with red ink in his hand, correcting a bunch of homework in front of him.

"Teacher Xiao, the next session is the fifth grade Chinese class, you should go to class!"

"Okay, I'll go to class when I'm ready!"

The person who walked to the door and talked to Xiao Tao was named Lin Zhifu. It is a black and thin, not very tall, simple face, and the appearance of a man in the southern mountains.

Just after the New Year, not long after the beginning of spring, Lin Zhifu changed out of a thick down jacket, wearing the old clothes and trousers from the autumn of last year, and wearing a light gray coat that was washed a little whitish. Seeing Xiao Tao answer, he picked up the textbook placed on the corner of the table and walked over. Only then did he push the low-cost reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and nodded to Xiao Tao with a smile.

"I'm really bothering you, the child is not in good health, go recuperate for a while, and he will be back tomorrow!"

"It's okay, Principal Lin, thank you for giving me this opportunity to help do something! These lovely children can't go without class, it is your ordinary persistence that allows them to be exposed to more new things, solid knowledge, and be a useful person for the benefit of society in the future, I just do what I can! ”

Xiao Tao's somewhat immature face, with a little too mature and steady, looked at Lin Zhifu and said with a smile.

Just two days after the New Year, he learned about it through some friends. Teacher Zhang Yafan, that is, Lin Zhifu's lover, and this only more than 20 children, a chef and liberal arts teacher in a mountain village elementary school, a lovely teacher who has worked hard for more than 20 years here, had to rush to the big city for treatment because of an acute gastroenteritis attack.

Fortunately, there are still many good people in this world, and the help of some enthusiastic people has made her no longer have to worry about medical expenses. And when she learned that the study of the group of children she was most worried about was also taken over by Xiao Tao, this lovely mother Zhang was willing to accept the follow-up treatment with confidence.

When, when! ――

"Stand up, hello teacher!" "Hello students, please be seated!"

"Today, let's learn a poem "Spring Night Rain" by Saint Du Fu!"

In the small classroom, there are only 12 students, and their small faces are full of thirst and yearning for knowledge. Because of the relationship just after the New Year, he was still wearing brightly colored down jackets. Several of them have faded clothes because of their family backgrounds, but they are also clean.

In the first, second, and third grades, the younger students, in the classroom next to them, Lin Zhifu was tutoring their self-study class. Fourth and fifth graders, older students, all sit in this classroom.

Before the Chinese New Year, Xiao Tao and some volunteers came here to decorate at their own expense. The previously tattered and ventilated windows and roofs have been renovated, at least they are solid and much warmer, and there is no need to worry about being like a refugee slum as reported on the TV news.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. ”

"The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright. Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city. ”

Xiao Tao carefully read it aloud with the students in the classroom, then returned to the podium, picked up the chalk and walked to the blackboard, and skillfully wrote this ancient poem on it.

"We've already talked about it in the first few lessons. Du Fu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, the word Zimei, self-named Shaoling Ye Lao, Du Shaoling, Du Gongbu, etc., later generations respected him as a 'poet saint', and 'poet immortal' Li Bai, and called the big 'Li Du', is a very influential poet in history! The meaning of this poem is ・・・・・・"

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Dangdang, dangdang! ――

"Okay, students, let's stop here today! Tomorrow is Sunday, go back and review today's lesson and complete the homework assigned by the teacher! Class! ”

"Stand up, goodbye, teacher!" "Goodbye, classmates!"

With a warm smile on his face, Xiao Tao looked at the innocent little faces facing him, packed up the teaching books, and raised his feet to prepare to walk out of the classroom.

"Teacher, Teacher Xiao, Mama Zhang is back next week, are you going back?" "Teacher Xiao, when will you come back to class?"

Xiao Tao, who had not yet walked out of the classroom, heard the childish voices of several children, and a burst of warmth welled up in his heart. Put away the feeling of being a little lost because you are leaving.

Xiao Tao turned around and looked at the students who had already run out of the desk and came to the door to firmly grasp the corner of his clothes, just getting along for two weeks. I couldn't help but stretch out my hand and touch them, like younger brothers and sisters who are more students, the cute heads of the children, and said with a smile.

"Teachers also have work to do, and they also have to learn knowledge! When I'm free, I'll definitely bring Brother Yuan and Brother Jin to give you delicious food and a lot of books, okay? ”

"It's not good, isn't Mr. Xiao also like Mr. Liu, who said that he came to see us, and he will never come back when he leaves, I don't want Mr. Xiao to leave!"

"Don't worry, the teacher has taught you that you must be honest, and we must do our best to do what we promise others. If someone can't do it, we have to forgive them once too! You know, Teacher Liu just has something to do, and she can't come over to see you, but she still misses you very much! ”

Xiao Tao squatted down and smiled at one of the boys with tears in his eyes.

"Okay, I want to watch Journey to the West!" "I want to see the Water Margin!" "You're still too young, wait until you're old enough to look at this!"

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"Teacher Xiao, I've worked hard for you these days, our conditions here are not good, there is nothing to give you yours, these eggs are raised at home, others also grow in the mountains, they are not a rare thing, you must take them!"

Taking advantage of the fact that it was still early, it was only three o'clock in the afternoon, Xiao Tao simply packed up the clothes he brought, carried his backpack, and sat on a tricycle under the reluctance of Lin Zhifu and several parents who came to pick up their children, and waved his hand to make a temporary farewell to this place where he had only lived for half a month.

"Teacher Xiao, why don't you wait until tomorrow to go back, everyone still wants to prepare a delicious meal for you!"

The rider in front of him was an old man who was nearly sixty years old and in good spirits. He wore an old jacket that had been worn for many years, and had an old-fashioned wooden pipe in his mouth, and his beard was gray, but his face was ruddy, and his complexion was excellent.

The tricycle is very stable on the asphalt road that was just repaired the year before last. Xiao Tao took a leisurely sip of spring water poured from the mountain, and after tightening the lid of the cup, he picked up a boiled egg in the bag next to him and peeled it. Although he resigned a lot, there were still a lot of mountain goods, stupid eggs, and smoked bacon, which were forced into the car, and his backpack couldn't fit it.

"Old man, I have some things outside, I can finish it early if I go early! Everyone's kindness, I understand it, don't waste it so much, you also want to live! ”

"Haha, Mr. Xiao is a cultural person, and he is polite! I still have to eat, and I'm not missing you! Next time you come, bring a letter to the old man, I'll pick you up, don't keep talking about walking and exercising, you young people should spend more time on business! What kind of combination of work and rest, it's not good to overexercise, and it's not troublesome to break your legs and feet! ”

Xiao Tao knew that this was the old man's fault for coming half a month ago, and he didn't bother him, and walked for nearly two hours before he arrived in the mountains. couldn't help but chuckle for a while, letting him nag himself like an elder relative.

The two talked and laughed all the way, and in less than half an hour, they came to the streets of the county seat. Xiao Tao picked up his backpack and carried a large cloth bag hand-sewn by a mountain man, and packed it on his back, and all those things that were not light were packed into it.

"Alright, old man, go back! It's still dawning, so hurry up and get back before dark without delaying dinner! ”

"Alas, Mr. Xiao, the old man is strong, just let me send two more steps, it won't get in the way!"

After a while, Xiao Tao finally asked the enthusiastic old man to hurry back earlier. Seeing the back of him leaving, the smile on the corner of Xiao Tao's mouth slowly dissipated, took out the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, found a number and dialed it.

"Hey, I'm Xiao Tao, I'm here, let someone pick me up!"

Ten minutes later, Xiao Tao, who was a little bored, was flipping through the messages and call records on his mobile phone that were turned off because of the poor signal in the mountains and did not receive, and his eyes flashed with inexplicable light.

Didi! ――

A silver-white Audi sedan stopped near Xiao Tao, and the driver rolled down the window and looked him up and down for a while before asking.

"Are you Xiao Tao?"

"Yes!"

"It's rustic, come up, salute and put it in the trunk, don't stain my baby, I just washed it yesterday!"

Bang!

Xiao Tao stuffed the backpack and the big cloth pocket into the trunk, then pulled the car door, sat in the seat behind the driver, and closed the car door with his hand.

The driver is a young man who looks a few years older than Xiao Tao, and his casual clothes are not big brands, but they are not consumed by ordinary people. Xiao Tao just looked at it a few times and estimated the price. Counting the pair of limited-edition basketball shoes on his feet, he has nearly 10,000 yuan in one piece, which is worthy of the identity of the driver of this car.

"I really don't understand, Captain Yuan took the wrong medicine, and he actually introduced such a dirt bun to Lu Yu, a beautiful woman! And let me leave a group of brothers behind and drive to pick it up in person! Hey, boy, what are you doing? ”

Seemingly a little dissatisfied with the dull atmosphere in the car, the young driver muttered for a while, then looked at Xiao Tao who was looking down at his mobile phone from the rearview mirror hatefully, and asked out loud.

"Uh, ask me?"

"Nonsense, who else is in the car besides you?"

"I'm a detective!"