I really don't want to be a teacher

It's just that the light is fleeting after all,

Another gust of wind passed through the half-closed door and brushed over the dining table,

The drop of water on the table couldn't help trembling slightly, and the light reflected was like a dancing candle.

The old fisherman moved his feet, as if he wanted to block the wind with his body,

But the droplet trembled again, and rolled towards the edge of the table,

The old lady looking at the painting in a daze, couldn't help reaching out to catch the drop of water,

"clatter……"

The drops of water fell on the palm of the old lady's palm, and then quickly dispersed and disappeared, leaving only the slightly moist hands.

Raising her hands, the old lady stood there in a daze, lowered her head, looking at her wet hands,

"...Little Mister, this painting..."

The old fisherman raised his head, looked at Lian Ge, opened his mouth,

Lian Ge didn't answer, looked at the painting on the dining table, paused for a moment, then put down his pen again.

……

The tip of the brush was stained with ink and landed on the painting on the dining table,

Under the changes and turns of the brush strokes, what emerges is no longer a painting, but a line of words.

The handwriting fell on the table and seemed to cover the painting,

Immediately afterwards, the word seemed to seep into the painting, seep into the dining table, slowly fade away, and then disappear completely,

Along the tabletop, covered with paintings, the brushes in Lian Singer's hands fell down from time to time,

Ink smudged,

A line of words emerges under the pen and disappears on the painting.

After the last line fell, Lian Ge put away his pen and paused for a moment.

Put the pen aside, then look at the table top,

On the desktop, there is still a lake, a crane, a fishing boat, a mountain, and a family.

……

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge glanced at the two old men who were drawn on the table fascinated,

Without making a sound, Lian Ge turned around, looked at the half door that was still open, moved over, and walked over.

"crunch..."

Some old wooden doors made old sounds, Lian Ge gently closed the half door,

In the house, it became more and more quiet,

Only the sound of the drizzle on the roof tiles is mixed with the sound of the wind lingering in the valley in the distance, and the incandescent lamp hanging on the roof is shaking slightly, swaying the shadows of several people under the lamp,

"...Little Mister, this painting..."

The old lady withdrew her eyes from the painting, looked at Lian Ge,

"Is it our home?"

"Correct."

Lian Ge smiled slightly and walked back to the dining table,

"...This painting is really good... But, this painting is too precious, we can't have it..." The old fisherman also raised his head and said to Lian Ge.

"Yes, Mr. Xiao..." The old lady also glanced at the painting and said aloud,

"You two old men, you don't want me to carry this table away." Lian Ge said with a smile.

Hearing this, the old fisherman and the old lady turned their heads, looked at the words on the table again,

"……thanks."

Looking at Lian Ge, the old fisherman was silent for a while, but still nodded, thanking him.

Lian Ge smiled and said nothing more.

……

"...Little Mister, it's late at night, do you think you're sitting in this room for a while, or just resting... If you rest, I can take you to the room... Hey, you're getting older , I am not sleepy when I should be sleepy, but I am sleepy when I should not be sleepy."

Looking at the painting again, the old lady looked at Lian Ge and asked aloud,

"Excuse me, old man."

Lian Ge stood up again,

"Don't bother, don't bother..."

The old lady waved her hand, and led Lian Ge towards the next room.

"On weekdays, there is no one at home, and no one lives in this room. I just tidied it up before eating. I took the quilt from the closet that had been dried on the bed. The quilt covers are all the same. Washed, don't dislike it, Mr. Xiao."

While walking, the old lady was talking.

"I'm tired."

"Hey, you don't have to be so polite, Mr. Xiao..."

……

"Sir, if you need anything, just call. The old man and I live in the next room...By the way, I'll bring you another pot of hot water. If you're thirsty at night, you can drink."

"...Then you rest, little gentleman, I will go out first, old lady."

Laughing, he walked back and forth in the main room a few times. After working for a while, the old lady closed the door and walked out.

Withdrawing his gaze, Lian Ge turned his gaze away, and looked out of the window through the window in the room.

Outside the window, it was still drizzling, dripping on the roof tiles, making some slight noises.

In the distance, in the houses of every family in the village, the lights are still lit up.

"Squeak, squeak..."

The little white mouse on the side jumped onto Lian Ge's shoulder again, turned its head, looked at the door of the room, and looked at the village in the rain through the window, and yelled at Lian Ge twice.

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge raised his head slightly, looked at the distance outside the window, but did not respond.

"Squeak, squeak."

The little white mouse turned its head and barked twice,

Lian Ge heard the sound, turned his gaze, glanced at the little white mouse, and couldn't help smiling slightly,

"If you don't have a brush, just pluck your hair and make one."

"Squeak, squeak."

"You thought that your meal was for nothing. You deserved to suffer after eating other people's meal."

"Squeak, squeak!"

"I see that you have eaten too much..."

In the room, Lian Ge's voice was mixed with the mouse's cry.

……

The next morning, early in the morning,

After a night of rain, the roads in the village look a little muddy, and the mountain wind with water vapor blows from the other side of the village from time to time after the rain.

At the entrance of the village, an old fisherman in boots sends Lian Ge,

"Old man, just come here, don't send it off."

Lian Ge stopped at the ramp leading to the winding road on the mountainside, and looked at the village behind him.

On the village road, some villagers who got up early to cultivate were coming and going, either carrying hoes, or carrying baskets, stepping on the muddy road, or walking towards the fields, or returning from the fields,

From one house to another, there is a little smoke rising from the kitchen, and the sound of chickens and dogs barking, mixed with insects and birds, can be heard from time to time.

"Give me another piece. I'll send you there, Mr. Xiao, and then go back." The old fisherman said aloud.

Hearing this, Lian Ge just shook his head,

"Just here."

As Lian Ge said, he turned his gaze away from the distant village, and looked at the old fisherman again.

"Old man, don't go fishing these few days, try to stay at home."

After finishing speaking, Lian Ge didn't explain any more, turned around, and walked out of the village along the ramp.

"Eh……"

The old fisherman stepped on his boots, took two quick steps, stopped his feet again, stood where he was, and watched Lian Ge gradually go away.

"Thank you..." The old fisherman whispered something, turned around, and walked back home.

Moving his feet, Lian Ge walked along the ramp, and one person and one mouse gradually drifted away.

Behind him, the old fisherman drifted away with the village.

Chapter 307 Together

"crunch..."

The old fisherman stooped and pushed open the door of the hall,

There are no windows in the house, and the incandescent lamps hanging from the roof are already on.

"Are you back?"

The old lady was cleaning up the dishes on the dining table, she raised her head and glanced at the old fisherman outside the hall door,

The old fisherman nodded, and sat down on the threshold, taking off his muddy boots,

The old lady continued to clean up the dishes, stacked the dishes together, carried them into the kitchen, took out a rag from the kitchen, and returned to the main room.

The old lady was standing by the dining table holding a rag, and when the rag was about to fall on the table, she hesitated again.

He looked at the table top again, the painting was stained with oily soup,

Although the soup fell on the painting, it didn't let the ink on the painting fade and scatter. The ink that smeared the painting on the table seemed to be carved on the table.

Watching, the old lady took a rag and wiped the table little by little. She was a little careful at first, and then gradually wiped as usual.

The rag took away the oily soup on the table, and at the same time left a little drop of water on the rag on the table.

Raising her hand again, the old lady glanced at the painting on the table, followed closely, and was stunned.

……

"...Old lady, when I just came back, I went to Ning Sanwa's house, and he will come over later to turn over the tiles on this house..."

Taking off his boots, the old fisherman put on the shoes placed under the eaves and walked into the main room.

He concealed half of the door of the hall, talking, and walked towards the dining table,

The old lady didn't respond, but just stared blankly at the painting on the dining table.

The old fisherman walked to the dining table, looked at his wife, and then cast his eyes on the dining table,

Immediately afterwards, the old fisherman couldn't help being stunned.

……

After the wet rag wiped the tabletop, a little water was left,

Part of it just fell on the painting, on the village behind the mountains,

Under the light of the incandescent lamps in the house, this time, not only the house of that family was shining with light, but the whole village, every house and every house was lit with lights.

……

"...Then I'll go and cook the half of the fish that was left over from yesterday, and then you go to the field to pick some vegetables, so you can have some vegetables at noon. When Sanba comes over later, you can keep him at home for dinner."