Six Zero: Cultivate the pillars of the country by relying on the Xixi system

A teacher with hair in a bun opened the door and said, even in the gray coats that are everywhere in the street, you can still see a different feeling, "Who are you looking for?"

Director Feng said, "Mr. Zhao, excuse me. I'm bringing that kid from school to show you. Is it convenient for you now?"

Teacher Zhao said softly, "I'm sorry to bother you, it's because Director Sun is too polite, come in quickly."

Li Wenwen followed Director Feng in, and found that although the small room was simple, it was filled with the atmosphere of life. There were a few paintings on the wall, not flowers and plants.

On the contrary, he depicted some war stories realistically. The solemnity and momentum can be seen through the drawing paper, which is completely opposite to Mr. Zhao's gentle and gentle feeling.

Seeing Li Wenwen staring at the paintings on the wall curiously, Teacher Zhao pointed to the largest painting and explained, "This is my son and husband."

Li Wenwen stepped forward and looked at it carefully. An outsider can see the emotion of this painting. The two characters are very realistic and can see the emotion given by the painter.

Before Li Wenwen could speak, Wang Xiaohe spoke first, "They are so brave."

Teacher Zhao took the conversation, and suddenly smiled sincerely, which was different from the smiling face of people at the beginning, "Little girl has eyesight, do you like this painting?"

Wang Xiaohe nodded seriously, "I like it, I think this painting is very good."

Director Feng and Li Wenwen watched the two talking. Although Wang Xiaohe's speech was not very accurate, it could be seen that Teacher Zhao was very satisfied.

Li Wenwen had nothing to do, and he couldn't understand the conversation between the two of them. He could only wander around and look at the paintings on the wall of the house. He also saw a newspaper mounted on the wall. When he got closer, it was an introduction to a war in Gansu Province. newspaper.

Li Wenwen vaguely guessed that the one left behind by Teacher Zhao must be related to her husband and son.

She is now slowly letting go of her heart. Teacher Zhao is by no means the kind of lonely old man who loses a loved one and feels depressed. On the contrary, she can see optimism and gentleness in her. Wang Xiaohe will not go wrong with such a powerful teacher, for sure A lot can be learned.

Director Feng also came over at some point, and said to Li Wenwen, "Did you see this newspaper? Teacher Zhao's relatives died in this war, so she said that the families of the martyrs deserve our respect."

Seeing the curiosity in Li Wenwen's eyes, Director Feng took the initiative to explain, "Ms. Zhao and Director Sun were colleagues when she was young, and her relatives stayed here forever, so she wanted to come here to support the elderly."

Only then did Li Wenwen understand why Mr. Zhao, a southerner, wanted to come to Liangcheng for retirement. It wasn't that Liangcheng was bad, but that relocation was not so common now, and not everyone could accept the climate in other places, especially the elderly.

And I also understand why the Education Bureau is so concerned about this matter. It turns out that it is because I am a colleague of the Director of the Education Bureau.

When the two returned to the table after talking, Teacher Zhao and Wang Xiaohe were no longer in the living room. When they heard voices coming from the room, Director Feng and Li Wenwen walked into the room curiously.

There is a large table in the room, on which there are a lot of paintings such as pen, ink, paper, inkstone, watercolor, oil painting, pencil, etc. Wang Xiaohe is kneeling on the stool and drawing something, and Teacher Zhao only occasionally gives pointers.

The two stepped forward and stood behind Wang Xiaohe to look at it. Wang Xiaohe could tell that he was drawing a picture. Although the brushstrokes were very immature, he could tell that he was imitating the painting outside.

Wang Xiaohe just looked at it for a while, and now he can roughly draw it. Teacher Zhao didn't say anything, but Li Wenwen could see Wang Xiaohe's talent.

When Li Wenwen's feet were numb, Wang Xiaohe finally finished the painting, turned her head and said to Teacher Zhao shyly, "Teacher, I can only remember these."

Teacher Zhao patted Xiao He on the shoulder, "Good boy, take a rest."

Xiao He sat down, Teacher Zhao picked up the painting, looked at the window, his eyes sparkled, and no one else in the room dared to speak.

When Mr. Zhao turned around, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his tears, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, every time I see this painting, it reminds me of my relatives, but unfortunately I was not there at the time, so I don't know what it is What's it like?"

Director Feng said, "Teacher Zhao, take care of yourself."

Teacher Zhao smiled again, and Li Wenwen instantly felt a kind of vitality and the charm fermented by time. Different from the beauty of young women, Teacher Zhao's beauty is due to everything she has experienced, and the romance that she has seen all over the world still remains.

It wasn't the young man's reckless smile, but the indifferent smile of those who still loved life after seeing all of them. At this time, Li Wenwen suddenly understood that Mr. Zhao didn't need comfort.

"I'm not sad. They did what they wanted to do, and there are tens of thousands of people like them, so we have peace today. Similarly, I am doing what I want to do. They are sad, and I am proud of them, they are true Chinese people, they are willing to shed their blood for this land and the people on this land."

Sure enough, as soon as Mr. Zhao said this, Li Wenwen knew that Mr. Zhao's impression was not an illusion. If there was only sadness, the painting on the wall would not have bravery and momentum. Painters, like writers, would confide in their works emotion.

One painting can express too many things, one painting can express too few things, everyone can see what they want to see.

Wang Xiaohe just listened vaguely, she still didn't understand the meaning of Teacher Zhao's words, but when she understood one day, she must also be moved by these martyrs.

Teacher Zhao smiled, "I've been here for so long, I've been talking to Xiao He, and I forgot to store water for you."

Before Director Feng and Li Wenwen could refuse, Teacher Zhao went out and filled the cup with water from a tin kettle, "You're welcome, drink some water, let's talk while drinking."

Li Wenwen understood the meaning of the words, and sat down on the chair again.

"Xiao He is an excellent kid, but you know, there are other award-winning kids, and I have to give them a chance."

Director Feng nodded, "Mr. Zhao, we all know that, and I took this opportunity to let you take a look at Xiaohe first. We are also honored to chat with you."

Li Wenwen wanted to fight for this child, "Mr. Zhao, Xiao He is really talented. He has never learned any painting, and he is so good by copying his mother's tricks..." The matter of Wang Xiaohe's family slowly came out of his words.

Sure enough, after listening to this, Teacher Zhao's eyebrows became serious. Although she is looking for apprentices, she still hopes to live with the children. Otherwise, it would be better to find someone with a foundation. Why do you only value these children? Isn't it because children are more malleable? .

Coupled with Xiao He's life experience, Mr. Zhao, an old man, felt pity for him. Such a hard-working child is rare. He is in the mud and his heart is for the moonlight. Mr. Zhao has a decision in his heart.

After Li Wenwen finished speaking and several people went out, Teacher Zhao said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, I've decided to let Director Sun notify you."