Yang Sisi continued: "Weiwei has had a very serious illness for several years. She never let me tell you that two days ago, the villagers came to hear that Weiwei had collapsed on the podium, and when she arrived at the town hospital, she was already dying. The villagers have never dared to bury them, because the villagers know that there is a you in Shanghai. There is a teacher Liu who has been reading for several years, and they are waiting for you. ”

I froze where I was.

Two days ago.

That night, I was having fun with Xia Wanyu in the open-air hot spring in Hokkaido, and that night was the most comfortable night I had in more than a year. But on that day, Liu Weiwei fell on the podium. I don't know what to say, and I don't know what to ask. Because I have been completely dumbfounded, I have had little contact with Liu Weiwei in the past few years. Besides, Xia Wanyu is enough to give me a headache, and I really don't dare to provoke Liu Weiwei. I only know that she teaches in a very remote rural area, but in the end, what I was waiting for was such a news.

Yang Sisi told me a lot, and I knew that Liu Weiwei was in a very remote village in Liangshan Yi Autonomous Prefecture, Sichuan. After she left Beijing, she went there, and in the first month of her visit, she found out that she had a terminal illness, a heart problem, and there was absolutely no cure. So she stayed there strongly, and she wanted to bury her whole life in that small mountain pass.

I listened to this and immediately stood up.

I traveled all over the world, and when I came home, I couldn't sleep in my own soft bed. I'm tired, but I have to keep going. I immediately asked Xia Wanyu to help me buy a ticket to Sichuan, Xia Wanyu wanted to accompany me, but I didn't let her go. Before getting on the plane, Xia Wanyu said to me, "Do things with your own brain." ”

I nodded.

Fly from Shanghai to Chengdu, and then take a car from Chengdu to Liangshan Yi Autonomous Prefecture. After arriving in the autonomous prefecture, take the train to Xichang City. Then take a car from Xichang City to Jinyang County, then transfer to Niangniang Town, then transfer from Niangniang Town to Niangniang Township, and then take the ox cart of the villager to a village called Queen Mother Niangniang. After a long journey of one day and one night, I finally came to the village where Liu Weiwei taught.

The village is located in the middle of the high mountains, surrounded by mountains and rivers, quite a beautiful mountain and clear water, and the charm of paradise. But as soon as I walked into the village, I knew that there was only one word for them.

Poor.

Earthen walls, thatched huts, old cows, cultivated land. All of this looks like something from a museum in the last century in today's city, and it all appears in this village. I often say that my hometown is poor, but no matter what, there are coal mines in my hometown, and in this small mountain pack, only the barren land and the sweet mountain spring water are the things that support their growth. The village is built on a hill with green hills in its back, and a river runs through the village, and the water is crystal clear.

I came to the village in an ox cart, and the stocky villagers took me to the village primary school.

The so-called primary school is two dilapidated houses that were converted into two former Niangniang ancestral halls. There are two rooms in total, with classrooms for grades 1 to 3 on the left and grades 4 to 6 on the right. There is an aisle in the middle, which is very narrow inside, but it is where Liu Weiwei sleeps. Behind the ancestral hall, there is a thatched stove where Liu Weiwei cooks and eats. When I arrived, dozens of students were kneeling in front of the ancestral hall wearing white silk on their heads, and Liu Weiwei's body was placed there, and the white cloth on her face was very cold.

I came alone, and neither Xia Wanyu nor Yang Sisi accompanied me.

Seeing this scene, I stood in the distance, and the bag in my hand was thrown to the ground without warning. I strode up, my eyes drowsy, and my head a little confused. Dozens of meters, it seems that only a few steps have come over. I stood on a high place, looking at Liu Weiwei under the white cloth, slowly squatting down, a child looked at me with wide eyes, and the corners of my mouth had a smile of extreme pain. The white cloth is just a symbol, and underneath the white cloth is the pale face of Vera Liu, as well as ...... Closed eyes.

Liu Weiwei, it's Liu Weiwei!

It's just that now she has long been separated from me by yin and yang.

I took her in my arms at once, tears streaming down my eyes without warning.

I used time to travel all over the world, and he used time to tell his children to make up the entire world. The barrenness in the mountain village is not a wallet, but a thought, but wisdom. She taught these children wisdom and thought. Tears are just pouring out, crying is earth-shattering. I cried and screamed, but Liu Weiwei closed her eyes from beginning to end, and the cold corpse and some soft muscles and bones proved that she had been dead for a long time.

I looked up at the sky, and the sun was still shining.

It seems that only it is fair, because the mountains and rivers here are beautiful, so the sun here is exceptionally bright, and the damn haze will not pollute this pure land.

Liu Weiwei died like this, without warning, and did not give me a time to think.

What I'm waiting for is just what happened to Liu Weiwei.

No matter what, I have a relationship with Liu Weiwei in this life. And we also had a relationship in the Beijing hotel. Now that she is dead, I will follow her wishes and take care of the aftermath for her. Liu Weiwei's parents are very prestigious in Ruyang, so I contacted his parents and asked them if they would like to let Liu Weiwei come over to do the funeral. Her ruthless parents told me that I had killed their daughter and asked me to give them 10 million before they were willing to attend Liu Weiwei's funeral.

I silently said, "Thank you for giving me your daughter, but you have never been Vivi's parents. ”

Putting down the phone, I turned my head to look at Liu Weiwei, and tears flowed again.

When she came to Shanghai, I should have thought that she had fallen out with her family.

……

Liu Weiwei stayed in Niangniang Village, and I decided to follow the wishes of the villagers and her before her death, and bury her in front of a large stone behind the Niangniang ancestral hall. The grave was made by the villagers and the students, so I bought a coffin, put Liu Weiwei inside, and buried it in the soil. On the day of the burial, there was a drizzle in the sky.

After the burial, the villagers were reluctant to leave, so I asked them to leave, and after they were very reluctant to leave, I sat alone on the big rock, looking at Liu Weiwei's tombstone and looking at the small mound in front of me. The tears have dried up in these two days, and all that remains is calm. There are many stories that accompany Liu Weiwei, milk tea, Forrest Gump, journalists, Kenya, Libya, war, death, and nuclear weapons. But I guessed the beginning, but not the end.

The end of life!

"Weiwei, you're smart, smarter than me." I said to her silently.

I was the only one who came to see off Liu Weiwei, and she seemed to be the only friend I had.

Without warning, I took out my mobile phone and contacted Xia Wanyu: "I want a sum of money, money that can change the problem of children in all nearby villages." ”

"Good!" Xia Wanyu's answer was very simple and clear.

I said, "I'm going to stay and help Vivi finish this fall." ”

"Good!" Xia Wanyu still said very simply and clearly.

……

In this way, I became a substitute teacher in Niangniang Village.

The villagers in the nearby villages also know that in Niangniang Town, a free primary school will be built, and the primary school will be named Crape Myrtle Primary School. It is said to be an elementary school, but this elementary school already includes a junior high school and a high school, and everything is free, all funded by the school, and the board and lodging are also free. This is just a later story, after Liu Weiwei left, I stayed in Niangniang Village to teach.

I have traveled the whole world, but now I only want to stay in this garden of recreation of the soul for a few months.

When I teach the children my first lesson, I pick up a square with chalk and draw a circle in it.

The children looked at me with wide eyes, and I said to them, "We were born in this world, and at the beginning we were all angular, and then we gradually became this circle, and the circle does not represent anything, it can only represent, we are beginning to mature, we are beginning to move towards reality. Like you, I have been poor and barren, but I want to tell you that it is not the reality that is barren, but the heart. Your teacher Liu has sold milk tea, worked as a journalist, won awards, and went to Libya, and almost died there. Although she is penniless, her soul is enviable. Among the children here, some of you have listened to Mr. Liu's class for four years, and some have just listened to Mr. Liu's class this year, but I want to ask you, do you know Mr. Liu? Now, let's talk about it. ”

The children were very excited to speak.

"Teacher Liu is very beautiful."

"Teacher Liu is very gentle."

"Teacher Liu is the queen mother of Niangniang Village."

They gave all the vocabulary they had learned from Vera Liu. I picked up the chalk and drew lots and lots of little circles inside that circle.

I told them, "Teacher Liu has all of you. ”

The children froze in place, looking at the circles on the blackboard.

I sighed and said, "No matter where you go, whether you remember it or not, but please don't forget that once you had a teacher, her name is Liu Weiwei, she is your common teacher, and she is also the enlightenment of your life, she used her life to fall on the podium." ”

The children watched with wide eyes as they watched it all.

……

The poverty of the village cannot be explained in one or two sentences. The barrenness of children's minds is not something that can be sung by one or two sentences of Dongfanghong. Every Monday, the children will be in front of the school, raising the flag. The five-star red flag is very broken and rotten. The children's national anthem was very out of tune and very untidy. But they are the hardest-working, and perhaps only the five-star red flag is their only spiritual food.

What the mountain village gives them is not poverty, but disparity, and faithful faith.

When night comes, I will lie on the small bed where Liu Weiwei has slept.

Sometimes I would sit on top of that big rock, looking at Liu Weiwei's small grave, silently stunned.

The students gradually began to make friends with me, and the village chief occasionally called me to his house for a drink or two. Every time I got drunk, I would come back and yell at Dogtail Grass somewhere, and sometimes I would be silent. Time flies quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it is the eve of New Year's Day.

The first phase of the town's primary school project has been completed, and Xia Wanyu doesn't know how much money she has made, but Niangniang Town Primary School has become the only primary school in the country with a more luxurious school library than the government building. The students are on vacation, and I'm leaving. For a few months here, I was dark-skinned and ragged, but clean. Once again, I came to the big rock, and a crape myrtle flower had grown on the grave.

Growing proudly in the cold wind, I said to her, "This is your flower." ”