Ordinary Road 2010

Old Zhao has been teaching for so many years, and he knows that his last phone call was a complaint: "Did you get scolded when you went back? Or hit you?"

Lin Yi categorically denied: "No, my parents are very supportive of my studies."

"I just feel that I am already an adult, I can take care of my own affairs, and it is very wrong for them to worry about me."

Zhao Mingcheng was a little surprised, Lin Yi was not very popular in the class before, nor was he a top student.

But grades and maturity are two different things, these two sentences are indeed a bit "adult".

As the backbone teacher of a key high school, Lao Zhao has been the head teacher for many years. He has heard many things from people he has met, and he will not promise anything casually:

"That depends on your performance. Work hard on your own during the summer vacation to win over your parents."

Speaking of which, it's almost the same, Lin Yi's "real" age is only 28 years old, not as old as Lao Zhao is now, and he is not expected to be able to take him down with a shock.

Lin Yi quickly bid farewell and went out.

He touched his pocket as if something had fallen, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Not long after, Lao Zhao heard a knock on the door, thought it was Lin Yi who came back, and said without raising his head:

"Come in."

In the end, it was a beautiful woman who opened the door and came in. She looked like she was only about [-] years old, with a good face and well-maintained appearance. She was five points similar to Gu Caiwei.

She was wearing a simple and elegant modified cheongsam, outlining her slim figure, and carrying a small bag without a logo, the material looked good.

Cheongsam is a kind of clothing that is very recognizable, and it will look awkward no matter how the wrong person wears it.

But she dresses very charmingly, as if she should be dressed like this.

"Zhao."

She greeted her with a clear and melodious voice.

Only then did Zhao Mingcheng raise his head, and immediately stood up in surprise to meet him: "Mother Gu, why are you here? Sit down."

"You don't need to close the door, just open it."

The second half of the sentence was addressed to Gu Caiwei who followed in.

Old Zhao pulled over the empty chair next to him, and Mama Gu held back the hem of her cheongsam and sat down gracefully:

"I sent Xiaowei to school today. I just thought that I haven't visited Teacher Zhao for a long time, so I came here without permission. Don't disturb me?"

"Don't bother, don't bother, classmate Gu this semester..."

Gu Caiwei stood by and listened to their greetings. Her mother visited Lao Zhao at least twice a semester, and they had nothing serious to do but chat with each other.

Although Lao Zhao praised himself as usual, he never mentioned his grades and was hypocritical.

But she was wrong, mother Gu has business to do today.

She mentioned it very naturally:

"Mr. Zhao, I heard that a while ago there was a sports committee member of Class Nine named Qi Yiming who came to the class during evening self-study and almost had a conflict with his classmates?"

"Boys at this age are really not very easy to discipline, so I have to ask Mr. Zhao to take more care."

Old Zhao knew everything that happened in the class.

Although Gu's mother said it politely, if something really happened, I'm afraid it would be a questioning day today.

"Don't worry, I've already communicated with Teacher Wang from Class Nine, and this kind of thing won't happen again in the future. The school is a place for teaching and educating people, so you can rest assured."

"That's good. I think children of this age should focus on their studies. I entrusted Xiaowei to Linzhong because I like the learning atmosphere here."

Gu Caiwei doesn't want to listen to the conversations between adults, it smells old-fashioned.

Her eyes wandered boredly on the table, and suddenly locked on a receipt, why did Lin Yi's name appear on it...

The two chatted for a short time, and Gu's mother stood up and was about to say goodbye. Before she turned around, she mentioned again:

"Last time I heard that the daughter of Mr. Zhao's family intends to practice calligraphy. I have a friend from the Provincial Calligraphy Association and have also accepted some students."

"If it's convenient for Mr. Zhao, why don't we get to know each other someday, maybe we'll hit it off with the child..."

Old Zhao hesitated for a while. After all, it was the child's business. After thinking about it, he agreed.

He sent the mother and daughter to the door, turned around and sat back on the chair to drink a few sips of water, only to remember that Gu Caiwei forgot to ask Gu Caiwei to bring Lin Yiluo's receipt back to class along the way.

Among the parents of the students he has come into contact with, Mother Gu's status is not considered noble, but her appearance and temperament are indeed unique.

He was slightly nervous.

……

In the morning, the teachers of all subjects handed out the final papers and commented on them, so the afternoon was the time for class meetings.

Old Zhao casually found a classmate who went to his office, and brought the receipt to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi casually stuffed it into his schoolbag, which is actually useless.

When the class bell rang in the afternoon, Lao Zhao entered the classroom with a vacuum flask, stood on the podium, cleared his throat and said:

"This semester, the grades of our class are still not satisfactory, ranking in the middle and bottom of the grade."

"Where is everyone's own problem, the teachers of each subject have talked about it in the morning, you go back and reflect on it..."

"Some students who are temporarily lagging behind in grades should know what they need to make up for. Three years is actually very fast, and the next semester will be the second year of high school..."

Lin Yi noticed that his eyes swept over his side.

"You can still have fun during the summer vacation, but don't be too crazy. Don't go to dangerous places, and be careful when playing in the water."

"Especially when some students go back to their hometowns, in ponds and lakes without lifeguards, adults must be by their side when entering the water..."

Old Zhao Luoli talked a lot.

Lin Yi thought that he was still treated as a child and had to be instructed on everything.

After a while, Lao Zhao finally finished his chanting, before moving on to the next topic: "Also, all the students know that since the second year of high school, there are separate subjects in arts and sciences."

"Eight students in our class finally chose liberal arts, and they will report to the liberal arts class soon."

"Come up and say goodbye to everyone."

After he finished speaking, he gave up the position of the podium and stood by the door. The eight students got up one by one and went to the podium to deliver their "farewell speeches".

Seeing that Gu Caiwei didn't stand up, Lin thought it was true.

These eight people happened to be four men and four women.

Boys are relatively restrained, and they don't say much, nothing more than thanking teachers, thanking classmates, being friends, and playing together.

The girls are a little more emotional, each of them babbled a lot, and one even shed tears on the spot.

Zhang Jiaqi was the last one. Although she also had red eyes, she smiled cheerfully after she came on stage and said:

"Don't cry like that!"

"We're not life and death, are we?"

"Where do I start...During the military training in the first year of high school, we stood in the sun for half a day in a military posture, and our skin peeled off from the sun."

"Lu Bowen, it's you, a dark and strong boy, who actually said that he couldn't participate in the training due to illness. At that time, I was very upset to see you..."

"And Chen Yang, what silly slogan are you thinking, you can't say it at all, okay..."

"You're an idiot." Chen Yang and Zhang Jiaqi had known each other for a long time, and responded unceremoniously.

Zhang Jiaqi ignored him and continued to talk about herself:

"Wen Jing, wow, you were really skinny when school started, only about seventy kilograms. To be honest, I was a little scared at the time, but fortunately, you are getting healthier and healthier under our feeding..."

"My roommate Sissy, let me tell you a secret. She can write ancient poems. She writes very well. I think it's super romantic..."

"And Lin Yi, he was so handsome when he chased away that stinky hooligan from Class Nine that night, but you're too stingy..."

Lin Yi didn't expect to be called, so he smiled and didn't care.

"And Lao Zhao, why don't you suddenly pop out of the back window during your evening study, it's scary, okay? Can't you just walk through the front door......"

Old Zhao's rare eyes were cracked into a smile, with a naive look.

"The last is my best friend Caiwei."

"Don't cry, or I won't be able to bear it anymore. We agreed to be best friends for a lifetime, and no one can be a puppy..."

She choked up herself when she said this:

"I have known many of the students here since elementary school, junior high school and then high school. Sometimes we met and sometimes we separated, but it didn't affect our relationship."

"I love you all, long live Class Fourteen!"

She babbled a lot, but still couldn't hold back after she finished speaking, she ran off the stage and hugged Gu Caiwei who had already covered her face and cried bitterly, hugging and weeping.

Lin Yi was a little surprised.

Twelve years later, they are still well-known "model girlfriends", and they didn't expect to cry like this after a simple farewell.

But seeing the other students also look like Qi Qiran, it seems that they have realized something.

In the adult world, there are polite and thoughtful smiling faces everywhere, and how many tears can only be chewed and digested in the middle of the night.

But at this time they haven't learned to be defensive, so they can let their emotions flow freely without any scruples.

Chapter 18

Old Zhao is very experienced, let them cry for a while, and give others a period of time to calm down.

Then he stepped onto the podium again and said in a rare gentle tone:

"Okay, okay, just like what Zhang Jiaqi said just now, it's not a life-and-death farewell, everyone will still meet in school in the future."

"I am also here to express my opinion on behalf of Class [-]. All the students who have left, you will always be members of Class [-]. You are welcome to come back at any time."

After a while, he reminded:

"You pack up and report to the liberal arts class. The head teachers of the two liberal arts classes are already waiting for you."

After Zhang Jiaqi and the others left, Lao Zhao continued to talk about the next topic: "Because of the division of arts and sciences, students from two classes were diverted to the other nine classes."

"So there are eight students who will join our class in the future, and now I invite them in to introduce themselves."

Old Zhao went to the door to beckon his hands, and the eight people who were already waiting at the door filed in one file at a time.

A total of six men and two women.

Most of them didn't look very emotional, and the two girls looked like they had just cried with swollen eyes.

If you think about it carefully, they are worse than the eight who went out just now.

Those few just left their original class because they chose liberal arts, which is equivalent to having a "mother's family" and they can come back to have a look at any time.

These are the original classes that have been demolished, and will no longer exist in the future. They have become "orphans" and drifted to other classes.

This is an emotional setback for high school students with a strong sense of collective honor.

There are both nostalgia for the past class and doubts about whether they can integrate into the new class. It is conceivable that the farewell scene they experienced just now may be even more sad.

So they just briefly introduced their names, their original class, and some even mentioned the school they graduated from.

"My name is Fang Yi, I'm from Class [-], Grade [-]..."

The only exception was a tall and handsome boy. He didn't look sad at all, and said happily:

"Hi students, it's a pleasure meeting you all. My name is Qian Jiahao, and I'm from Class [-]."

"I'm the lead drum kit in the band, and some other instruments as well."

"I can play basketball well, and I can also swing a few tennis balls. My favorite player is Nadal."

"By the way, I also know a little bit about hip-hop. You are welcome to come and play with me."

After he finished speaking, he grinned, showing his neat and clean teeth just right, and the angle was a bit like that of a teacher Chen who loves photography.

Of course it's the underdog kind.

The reaction from the audience was even more enthusiastic than those just now, and chatter started: "Class One is a key class, it hasn't been dismantled, why did he come to us..."

The girl who looked at the face: "You look a little handsome when you smile..."

"Why didn't I know that the band also has the title of chief drum kit?" These sour words came from the old bear beside him.

The boy's first impression of this guy is not good.