Religious Faith

I couldn't fall asleep until midnight. I opened my eyes and saw through the crack of the door that the light was still on in the living room.I casually put on some clothes and went out, and saw him grading papers with a computer on the dinner table.

The desk is in the bedroom, so he must have come to the living room so as not to disturb my rest.

I went over to rub his face and asked, "Are you still asleep...?"

He was still busy, so he asked me casually: "Can't you sleep?"

"Well, I've had enough sleep."

I stuck to him, and the whole person turned into an octopus.He turned his face to look at me and said, "The clothes are all reversed."

I glanced at the seam on the shoulder, then got off him, turned the shirt over and put it back on.

I moved a stool and sat next to him to read the papers with him.

What he approved was composition, and the task load was 150 copies.

I didn't think there was anything wrong with approving papers before, but after that time, I really felt that it was a waste of eyes.

It is not an exaggeration to say that those words are like a group of ants being shot to death.

Especially those traces drawn with a pen, no matter how you look at it, how distorted.But he smiled as he watched.

I asked him what was wrong, and he said that in the entire paper being graded, the beginning and the end were written by the student himself, and the middle part was a complete excerpt of the previous reading.

For the second copy, he couldn't help but laugh.

This paper is written in swashbuckling English, and it looks good, but I don't know why he laughs.

"If you take a closer look, you will definitely understand."

Feelings are Pinyin.

I laughed so hard that I almost fell under the table, but I was with him again at noon, and my whole body still hurt like hell.

I use a metaphor to describe my current state, that is, your abdominal muscles are sore the next day after doing sit-ups, but someone tells you a very funny joke.

He shook his head, and said helplessly, "Do you think the teachers are all fools?"

Later, my paper was approved.

I smiled mysteriously at him: "Mr. Li, how do you think this paper is graded?"

He glanced at me and said, "Sixteen points."

I'm ashamed, the full score is 25 points, this [-] points is too little...

"The composition I wrote covers all the main points of the content, uses more grammatical structures and vocabulary, and uses some phrases learned this semester. The full text has a compact structure and fully meets the purpose of writing. In terms of content, the only deduction The point is that there are two mistakes in showing off skills."

"Then why are nine points deducted for being so perfect?"

He said coldly: "Your handwriting is ugly, you will get six points for deducting the test paper, otherwise this composition will be worth 22 points."

"..."

I refused to accept it, and asked him: "Since there are only two mistakes, how can three points be deducted?"

"I have never written a composition paper with full marks, because I am afraid that the students will be proud." He added: "If this composition is not approved by me, you will not be famous because your writing is so good, because your handwriting will be very ugly. I’ll take a closer look at it patiently.”

"……"I'm speechless.

"Listening is always played last, and it's all up to you to catch it. If you look at it this way...it's not counted as listening. You'll get 120 out of the remaining [-] points. Listening counts as extra for you."

"Mr. Li, I admire you."

"Small tricks." He looked at the time: "It's already two o'clock, and there are still people who are criticizing. We don't care about him, go to sleep."

"I can not sleep."

His eyes were a little red from staying up late: "Lie down if you can't sleep, you have to go to class tomorrow."

"Huh? I still have to go?" My jaw almost dropped.

"You don't want to go?"

"Do not want to."

"I don't know whoever said that night loved to listen to my lecture."

"...Then can I just listen to you?"

"No, the geography teacher has a lot of opinions on you. He has mentioned it to me more than once. I know that you sleep in class, read books and play with your mobile phone."

Oh, I really hate that old man who taught geography. .

I followed Li Jinze back to the room and lay on the bed.He's so tired, but I still can't sleep.

He stroked my hair and said, "Go to sleep." His voice was hoarse.

I arched into his arms and he sighed and put his arms around me.

I lay on his arm and exhale against his chest.

I said in my heart, Li Jinze, I love you.

Teacher, I love you...

When he woke me up in the morning, I was still too sleepy to find my way.

After washing his hands, he reached under the blanket and grabbed my arm.

I screamed from the ice, he let go of his hand, and said: "Get up and eat."

I almost finished that meal with my eyes closed, and then I almost went to school close to him.On the road, he had black lines on his face, and I staggered behind him with my eyes closed.

"Look at the way yourself." He poked me: "We have passed the intersection."

"...You took me with you."

"Jiang Cheng." He called me: "If you do this again, I will send you to the geography teacher and ask him to tell you all the questions you got wrong in the exam."

Hearing this, I immediately got up from him and walked obediently, but my steps were still weak.

I have been sleeping since the class, and I got up when I was woken up. When the teacher turned around, I went back to sleep. In the end, I was thrown directly into the corridor by the geography teacher.I sleep against the wall.

Many people came to him and told him about my discipline problems in class, because they all knew that we lived together.

The office has never been a secret. In school, there is a big news that can spread all over the school.

Every time he expressed his stance to them seriously and sincerely, he would find me to have in-depth conversations, but every time it was an understatement for me.

In the end, it became like this. He said: "You want to play and sleep, so you pretend to be sick and come to me to write a note, so as not to trouble both of us at school. You have to tell me what you play and where you go. Me. I have to contact you as soon as possible. Do you hear me clearly?"

"Ok!"

He signed his name and filled in the reason column: sick leave.

In fact, at that time someone in the office had rumored that our relationship was not normal, but he never told me.

When others asked anxiously, he only said that he regarded me as his younger brother, and he always had to take care of me because of the family relationship.

At that time, there were many teachers who introduced partners to him, but he shirked them all, saying that he didn't know where to develop in the future, and he was still young, so he was not in a hurry.

But I remember that there was a teacher who came to practice with him at that time, who also taught English, and she was a little girl.She has a good relationship with him and treats me pretty well. Later, when we had an accident, she also sent him a text message, telling him that we were right, don't bow your head, don't admit defeat.