what is your vision

At noon, I had dinner with the school leaders, including Principal Guo, who just turned 50 this year.The wrinkles on his face are deep, his skin is dark, and he looks older than his actual age, which does not hinder his radiance, heartiness and enthusiasm in front of others.

The old man is very concerned about education. Apart from Zhou Yanchuan, he also goes out of his way to raise funds and try to improve the quality of education.

Experimental Primary School is located in the northwest of Wenxian County. There are two low buildings at the entrance, and the playground is inward. The graffiti wall mentioned by Zhou Yanchuan is on the other side of the playground.Outside the school courtyard wall, there are rolling mountains.

"Maybe it can't compare with yours, but it has the best hardware facilities in the county at present, including a cafeteria and a laboratory," the principal introduced when he showed them around, "Thanks to Mr. Zhou."

"No, Lao Guo, please don't embarrass me," Zhou Yanchuan interjected immediately, "Mr. Lu and I are neighbors, so we don't see each other when we look up, how embarrassing we are."

"What can't you tell the truth?" Principal Guo turned his head and asked Lu Yunchu, "Mr. Lu, do you think Zhou is the pride of our place?"

Lu Yunchu looked at the embarrassed Zhou Yanchuan on the other side and nodded slightly.The same words might sound like pure compliments when someone else said them, but the plain tone of the old headmaster didn't feel half false.

"The people Mr. Zhou knows are different." He turned around, "I didn't expect him to bring such a magnanimous gentleman."

This time it was Lu Yunchu's turn to be embarrassed, Zhou Yanchuan watched the excitement.

It was the afternoon class time, some classes on the playground were having physical education class, and a ball rolled to their feet.

"Isn't this Xu Jian?"

"Hello principal! Hello Uncle Zhou!" The seven or eight-year-old boy ran towards them quickly. Zhou Yanchuan picked up the ball and handed it back, but the other party didn't leave immediately, "Uncle Zhou, are you here again?"

"Yes." Zhou Yanchuan came to the school many times, and some of the more active children were already familiar with him. He knew this boy named Xu Jian. His father passed away early, and his mother took care of him alone. Zhou Yanchuan was in a similar situation when he was in a similar situation, and Zhou Yanchuan had a deeper impression of him than the other students, "How is it? Did you take good classes when school started?"

"Yes!" Xu Jian turned his gaze to Lu Yunchu, who had never met before. After all, he was a young child, and he was a little stage fright when meeting strangers. Lu Yunchu smiled at him, and he relaxed a little.

"This uncle is a teacher from out of town, and he will give you a lecture later." Zhou Yanchuan said to the boy.

A hint of surprise slipped across Xu Jian's expression, and then he motioned Zhou Yanchuan to bow his head, and said something into his ear, Zhou Yanchuan also responded in a whisper.

Lu Yunchu couldn't hear what they were talking about, only noticed that Zhou Yanchuan glanced towards him a few times, accompanied by an incomprehensible smile, the two were probably talking about him.

Soon the boy ran away, and Zhou Yanchuan said to him and the principal: "Let's go to the classroom."

Zhou Yanchuan didn't know how Lu Yunchu would give lectures, it might be similar to ordinary art classes.Recalling that when he was in school, he was not interested in most subjects, especially art classes.Once the teacher asked him why he drew stick figures every time. He said that people looked like matches when viewed from a distance, which made the whole class burst into laughter.

He thinks that drawing is really boring. If the painting is simple, other people think it is naive. If the painting is complicated-he doesn't have that ability.But today when the principal asked him if he wanted to sit in, he still agreed.

The number of tables and chairs in the large classroom is still limited, and an older child helped him move another chair.Seeing that there were still students standing, he gave up his seat and stood behind himself.

After the bell rang, the noise like boiling water gradually subsided.Zhou Yanchuan watched as the young man, who was now considered an ordinary friend, stepped onto the podium and began to talk about areas he was not familiar with.

Lu Yunchu's voice is low and hoarse even among men, on the contrary, his appearance can almost be described as soft and beautiful, especially matching his hairstyle.Just now on the playground Xu Jian quietly asked Zhou Yanchuan: "Why does this uncle look like an aunt?"

Zhou Yanchuan couldn't help laughing either.Children's judgment of gender is completely based on stereotypes. When they see a long-haired and beautiful person, they subconsciously regard it as an aunt, and do not pay attention to other appearance characteristics.

He used to think that men with long hair and ear studs were a little nondescript, but these "special" things were just right for Lu Yunchu, and after a long time, he found them seductive.

So he told Xu Jian: "Uncles can also dress up beautifully, it's not just aunts who love beauty."

There are two lectures, one in the afternoon and one in the morning, for senior and junior students respectively.

"Have you ever thought that the things you usually love to eat and play with can be transformed into various novel forms? Let me use a common fruit as an example..."

The content of his speech is unconstrained, and every tiny thing in life can be connected with the theme, and he communicates and interacts with the students below from time to time.

Zhou Yanchuan didn't stay until the end. A few minutes before the end, the school leader had some other matters to discuss with him, so he had to leave early.

Not long after, the two met again. Zhou Yanchuan reckoned that Lu Yunchu was not a person who likes to socialize. He had dinner with the leader at noon, so he didn't have to bother in the evening. He declined the principal's suggestion to continue the treat, and took him to the most lively street in the county to find him. This restaurant is also the one he has visited the most.

"Let's just make do with it." The dining conditions in the county must be poor. I don't know if it suits Lu Yunchu's taste. Zhou Yanchuan said with a smile, "Anyway, I quite like this restaurant."

"It's okay, I can do whatever I want."

The waiter brought side dishes first, a plate of dried radish and a plate of shredded kelp.

Lu Yunchu picked up a pair of chopsticks and brought them to his mouth when he found Zhou Yanchuan staring at him with a complicated expression.

"That's very spicy."

Zhou Yanchuan reminded, but Lu Yunchu had already put the dried radish in his mouth.

"No." He chewed, but didn't feel much spicy.

"Really?" Zhou Yanchuan stretched out his chopsticks to pick it up, "Then maybe they have improved. I made a suggestion last time."

"You'd better be careful—"

"Cough, cough!" Zhou Yanchuan almost choked on tears, and poured water into his throat indiscriminately.

"I forgot to tell you," Lu Yunchu held back his smile, "I'm very resistant to spicy food, and I can't feel spicy things that most people find spicy." This is true, his daily diet is light, and he only likes spicy tastes.

"Let me tell you what's going on..." Zhou Yanchuan drank half a bottle of mineral water in one go, his face was still flushed, his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and he took out a tissue to wipe it off.

Lu Yunchu continued to taste the side dishes, Zhou Yanchuan's eyes followed his chopsticks, and he occasionally licked his lips.

Lu Yunchu discovered an interesting situation. Although Zhou Yanchuan was afraid of spicy food, he probably yearned for this kind of taste. He wanted to eat but didn't dare to eat it. Time is an expression, aggrieved.

He hid his amused mood by drinking water.

After a while, the first dish they ordered was served. This time it was not a spicy dish, so Zhou Yanchuan could move his chopsticks with confidence.

But before he caught anything, he was interrupted by Lu Yunchu: "Wait a minute first."

"what happened?"

Lu Yunchu's eyes lit up: "Don't you think the shape of this bone is very spiritual?"

"What kind of spirituality?" Zhou Yanchuan looked left and right, "Isn't it just a sauce bone?"

"I'm going to take a picture," he said.

Even a coffin can sleep, so taking a bone is nothing.Zhou Yanchuan put down his chopsticks resignedly, and waited for him to take out his mobile phone: "Then you take a picture."