Teacher Xiao Zhong's adventures in the countryside

Yuan Ronger's father and daughter sent six fish, each of which weighed one or two catties, and it would not be cheap to buy them for money.It was raised in the pond next to their house, and it was picked up from the snow just now.

"Lijiawa is a bit far away and it's inconvenient for us to go. I would like to ask Mr. Xiao Zhong to help deliver three pieces to Mr. Li Hongfei." Yuan Ronger said.

Zhong Yiqiu was too ashamed to accept it, Yuan Yan's grades were still poor, she had just passed Chinese and Maths, and she was ranked last in the class...

Yuan Yan snuggled up next to the stove and stretched out her hands to bake. Her face was usually expressionless, but it could be seen that she was in a good mood. Usually her eyes were empty, but now there was a slight light beating inside.

"I'm so sorry, Yuan Yan's grades are not very good." Zhong Yiqiu poured him a cup of tea and confessed.

"Hey, Mr. Xiao Zhong, don't say that, she has passed both courses this year, it's not easy! My mother and I are happy to kill a chicken!" Yuan Ronger said with a smile, "My girl is learning things Slow down, the exams used to be in the [-]s and [-]s, but this year you can pass, you two teachers have bothered."

His simple words shocked Zhong Yiqiu. He didn't lament Yuan Yan's poor intelligence, nor did he blame her for being stupid, let alone tell her to give up going to school... He just said fondly that she was a slow learner.This is the best respect and tenderness a father has for his daughter.

Uncle Yi was also moved by him, and patted Yuan Yan's head to tease him, "It is indeed worth celebrating for the child. Passing is the greatest progress."

"As long as the teacher doesn't give up on her, I'll be very grateful." Yuan Ronger smiled, but Zhong Yiqiu could understand his worries. Yuan Yan was supposed to be in the fourth grade, but because of her poor grades, the school didn't let her go to higher education, and no one knew She can keep reading until several grades.

"Uncle, don't worry," Zhong Yiqiu boldly assured him, "Ms. Li and I will work hard. From next year, the teachers may follow the class. We have been taking Yuan Yan's class until the sixth grade, and we will not let her fall behind. "

Yuan Yan understood his words, stared straight at his face, and suddenly pursed her lips into a smile. It was the first time Zhong Yiqiu saw her expression other than a daze, and for a moment it seemed that the morning sun shone into her heart. Warm but full of hope.

Li Hongfei was in a literacy class, Zhong Yiqiu sent him the fish, and all the teachers were cursing in the office.

The literacy class is much more difficult to teach than elementary school students. Li Hongfei only taught them to write their own names for a day. The main reason is that few people came voluntarily, so they should get together and chat.

"What's wrong with you? It's like losing your soul these days, why don't I also go to Qian Po and call for your soul?" Li Hongfei deliberately teased him.

"I'm fine, you go to class well." Zhong Yiqiu said with a smile.

"When will you go home for the New Year?"

Zhong Yiqiu couldn't answer this question. Xiao Mingye didn't know when he would be able to come back. Moreover, his family's situation made it difficult for him to pass his parents' year.

"I'll talk about it in a few days, maybe I won't go back..."

Li Hongfei said pleasantly: "Really? Then you go to my house to celebrate the New Year."

Zhong Yiqiu smiled gratefully at him, "Thank you, but I'm not sure yet, it's still early."

The snow fell for a few days, stopped for a few days, and then continued to fall. It has been tossing for more than a week, and it has no intention of ending at all.Only Zhong Yiqiu and Uncle Yi were left in the yard, and Lin Yufang didn't come here because the snowy road was hard to walk, and the two of them had to deal with each meal.

The two times of acupuncture and moxibustion were Zhou Lvshu's car to send Fang Coltsfoot over, and when he arrived today, he found that something was wrong with Zhong Yiqiu.

"What's wrong with you?" Fang Tiaodong asked.

"fine."

"He said it was fine!" Zhou Lvshu frowned, "You can fool him! The person standing in front of you is the eighth generation descendant of the Fang family's traditional Chinese medicine, and he can tell at a glance..."

"Shut up!" Fang Kuidong scolded in a low voice, then turned to look at Zhong Yiqiu, "Can't you eat recently?"

Uncle Yi exclaimed in surprise, "It's amazing, you can see it! He really has a bad appetite these days."

"It's not that he has a bad appetite, he wants to eat but his mouth doesn't allow it."

Zhong Yiqiu: "..."

Uncle Yi: "..."

"Are you on fire?" Fang Tiaodong asked softly.

"A bit."

Seeing Zhong Yiqiu's brows drooping, Uncle Yi couldn't bear to let them tease him again, and sighed: "Don't talk about him, I'm so anxious, I can't get in touch after so many days, it's too worrying .”

After Zhou Lvshu disappeared for a while, he ran to take the puppy out to play with. The two meatballs shivered in the cold wind but couldn't resist. Wangwang worriedly followed behind.He heard Uncle Yi's words and shouted: "It's useless to be anxious. I heard that the snow in the north has stopped, and the road should be fast."

Uncle Yi was full of worries, "The TV news reports are scary! Many people died, sick and hungry..." He was anxious to speak quickly, but before he finished speaking, he realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he shut up immediately.Although Zhong Yiqiu reads books and does things normally every day, he can see that the child is very anxious.

"News is news, Xiao Mingye, nothing can happen!" Zhou Lvshu was not consoling hypocritically, he thought so from the bottom of his heart, and Zhong Yiqiu felt a little relieved after hearing this.

After the acupuncture, Fang Zhongdong prescribed some anti-inflammatory medicine for them both. He would not comfort others, so he patted Zhong Yiqiu on the shoulder and left.

Zhong Yiqiu forced herself to calm down every day, and her work efficiency was twice as fast as usual.He asked other teachers to borrow the old textbooks for the second semester of the second grade, went through the contents, and sorted out the teaching points one by one.He also analyzed and summarized the transcripts of each student in the last semester, and provided targeted teaching guidance for the next semester.The rules and regulations of the library are also listed, and after confirmation with Uncle Yi, they are ready to be implemented in the next year.He went to engrave the seal again. After that, each book will be classified and numbered, and the library seal will be affixed.

Zhong Yiqiu stared at [Autumn Night Library] a few red Song type characters with emotional ups and downs. Without Xiao Mingye, this library would not exist, because he might have fled long ago.Just like what others think, it is also my original mentality-why stay in the ignorant and backward countryside with no future?As a young urbanite, how could he not accomplish much in the vast world?

Half a year has passed, and he is not only determined to stay here, but also wants to be a good teacher.Moreover, Xiao Mingye is here - this is more important than anything else.

When it was dark, it started to snow again. Zhong Yiqiu fried a shredded radish on the coal stove without burning the stove, and ordered two more bowls of noodles. Uncle Yi was able to walk. The TV couldn’t receive a channel, so he flicked the antenna outside to find a signal. .

"Uncle Yi, let's eat. Forget it, the news reports may not necessarily be his place."

Zhong Yiqiu came in with a meal. The two had a simple meal, but when they were about to put away the bowl, Zhang Guoyan came over suddenly.

He brought a bottle of wine and a few duck eggs, as if he hadn't eaten. Uncle Yi was busy cooking again, Zhong Yiqiu stopped him, "You guys talk, I'll cook."

"Do you know?"

"Should be, I can watch Xiao Mingye cook."

The last time Yuan Yan's father sent the fish to be marinated and hung outside to dry. He wanted to fry the fish but was afraid that it would be ruined if he didn't have the skills, so he simply fried the peanuts, steamed a plate of bacon, and fried a cabbage. He couldn't control the salt, so he tasted it as he put it, but the cabbage was fried and salty, and he added some sugar...

Zhong Yiqiu originally wanted to go back to read, but Uncle Yi insisted on taking him to have a drink together. The two of them have been nervous and worried for the past few days, and drinking some wine just relaxes and vents their tense emotions.

Zhang Guoyan was still a little awkward eating with him, he just bowed his head and drank alcohol without talking much.Uncle Yi had a few drinks with him and couldn't stand it, "What's wrong with you, you can't drink like this."

"Brother, you are only a few years older than me, but your family has a long history, and they all call you Uncle Yi, and I followed suit. In fact, you should be my brother!" Zhang Guoyan's tone seemed to open his heart.

"It's the same name."

"My—these days..." he said, shaking his head with a melancholy expression, and patted his chest, "I don't even have anyone to talk to! No one wants to touch me, I know it all!"

Zhong Yiqiu looked uncomfortable, but Zhang Guoyan was resentful of the vicissitudes of being forced by life at a young age. Every day when he opened his eyes, he was burdened with the burden of the whole family. Before going to bed, he thought about the involuntary depression.

"Don't say that, it's okay, you often come to me." Uncle Yi persuaded.

Zhong Yiqiu didn't dare to speak self-righteously, he couldn't understand Zhang Guoyan's plight and despair, and he didn't have a better life experience to share with him.

After Zhang Guoyan finished the sentence that seemed to be the beginning, he stopped talking, and the three of them drank all night.By the next morning, Zhong Yiqiu and Uncle Yi were still confused. They couldn't figure out why he came last night. If he was looking for someone to talk to, he didn't say anything last night?

Early in the morning of Xiaonian, Li Lianhua stood at the gate of the courtyard and called Zhong Yiqiu to answer the phone. He guessed it might be his mother, who called him two days ago to urge him to go back.

Zhong Yiqiu ran to pick it up, but it wasn't very cold after several days of intermittent snowfall.Sure enough, it was his mother, and he realized something was wrong as soon as he opened his mouth, and asked worriedly, "Mom, why is your voice so hoarse?"

"It's okay, when are you coming back?"

Her voice was hoarse and Zhong Yiqiu knew that she had cried when she heard it, and asked, "Did you quarrel with Dad?"

"No, don't worry about it."

"Mom, can I not go back during the Chinese New Year?" Zhong Yiqiu leaned against the wall, holding the phone cord in his hands.

"Don't think about it, go home if you want, your father doesn't want to spend the New Year at home, let him go wherever he wants!"

"No——" Zhong Yiqiu sighed slightly in his heart, bit his lower lip lightly and said, "I don't want to go back, I have a... friend, he drove out and was blocked by heavy snow on the road, I don't know when he will come back... I want to wait he……"

His mother couldn't understand, "What are you waiting for him? Lutong will be back soon!"

Zhong Yiqiu panicked, her mind turned quickly, and she said calmly: "I asked him to bring me a set of books, and I'm a little worried that I can't get in touch now."

The phone bill is expensive, and his mother is generally reluctant to waste time, and doesn't discuss too many other things with him, but just tells him to go home for the New Year without worry.

Zhong Yiqiu was very conflicted in his heart, even if it wasn't because of waiting for Xiao Mingye, he didn't want to go home, because of his parents' quarrel every day, even if he insisted on going back, everyone would have a very miserable year.

After lunch, it started snowing again, and it got bigger and bigger after a while. Uncle Yi couldn't help but pack up a bunch of vegetables, and said that the two of them were celebrating the new year, but as soon as he said that, someone came and called him away!

The nephew of Uncle Yi's second brother's family has been unable to get along with the old man since he married his wife last year. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law almost got into a fight two days ago, and finally made up their minds to separate.When separating families in rural areas, we must first look forward to the day, invite the village head and the elders of the family to host, and according to the rules, we must invite the host and relatives to have a meal. His second sister-in-law is notoriously stingy and wants to save this meal. I divided it at home, but I didn't expect that the division would become more and more chaotic, so I had to rush to ask Uncle Yi.

Uncle Yi couldn't bear to leave Zhong Yiqiu behind, and told him to clean up the dishes when he left, and he came back to cook after finishing.

Zhong Yiqiu understands his worries and comforts him to rest assured.

Zhong Yiqiu read the book all afternoon, the snow outside was so impenetrable, it was only dark after five o'clock.He turned on the light in the house, and the light penetrated the snow and night, making his depressed mood even more lonely.

Uncle Yi guessed that he was left for dinner at night, Zhong Yiqiu didn't feel hungry at all, so he warmed up the leftovers for Wangwang, and he lay down on the bed after a simple wash.In the past, Zhong Yiqiu loved the thick quilt in the warm house on snowy nights the most. When it snowed, he liked to lie in bed early and read a book. The feeling of happiness under the strong contrast left him with endless aftertaste.Now, I can't feel it at all. The cold room is more terrifying than the snow and ice outside.These days, he felt as if his body had been divided into two halves, one half was fiery anxiety and panic, the other half was ice-like solitude.

The snow fell harder and harder, the sound of snow falling outside the window was like a lullaby, the book in his hand fell to the ground at some point, Zhong Yiqiu fell asleep on the bedside in a daze.The thick snow crushed the branches in the yard and they crackled. Zhong Yiqiu woke up suddenly. The lights in the house were not turned off. He took out his watch and saw that it was past nine o'clock, and Uncle Yi hadn't come back yet.

He was a little worried. He wanted to go to the village to look for them, but he was afraid that they would not finish their work, so he could only continue to wait.Half asleep and half awake like a dream, dreaming that Xiao Mingye came back riding a big maroon horse through the snow, and actually brought him a set of books... Zhong Yiqiu smirked and asked him if he stole Listen to yourself lied.Xiao Mingye ignored him, and said with a blank face that he only came back to deliver the books, and he had to rush out soon.Before Zhong Yi Qiula finished speaking, she turned around and plunged into the wind and snow, her leather boots stepping on the thick snow, creaking—creaking—creaking

Zhong Yiqiu wanted to chase him impatiently, but just as she was about to take a step, her leg cramped, and he woke up from the pain... He hugged his cramped calf, gritted his teeth, and waited for the force to pass.It was snowing late at night, and the sound of creaking and creaking footsteps continued outside the quiet house... Wangwang suddenly barked...

Zhong Yiqiu was only stunned for a second, he neither suspected that there were bad people outside, nor that it was Uncle Yi, as if they had already made an appointment, Xiao Mingye came back on time without missing a second.

The cramping pain has not passed, and when he jumped out of bed, he almost fell to the ground. Zhong Yiqiu opened the door with a thud, and the outside was covered with whiteness. Xiao Mingye came back from the wind and snow covered in desolation

The cold wind was blowing between the two of them, and his frosty beard seemed to be much older, and Zhong Yiqiu couldn't utter a single word from the thousands of words in his mind.Xiao Mingye's knife-like cold face was getting closer and closer, Zhong Yiqiu saw a pair of dark eyes slowly overlapping with his own, and his thick arms trapped him firmly like iron pliers.

Like fate, like the encounter in the past and present, like waiting for the return of the soul, the four trembling lips stick together without hesitation, and the two souls are deeply entangled in it.

That night, the north wind howled, and the heavy snow disappeared without a trace.

I dreamed that you had arrived and the horses were howling.

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