Eastern Star Spot

The exam day is getting closer.

Everyone went to bed later and later.

Shen Jiu threatened to be the closed disciple of the two teachers, but Lao Liu laughed wildly when he heard it:

"My closed door disciple taught you to be like this, the studio has already closed."

He usually speaks like this, but in extraordinary times, who doesn't have ten or eight deer in his heart, jumping up and down with his heart beating, he waved his whip into the air, and Shen Jiu's herd of deer jumped up. I ran to the prairie with joy and didn't come to class all day.

In short, she blew up.

"I don't plan to take the exam, right?!" Seeing that the number of people is not complete, Lao Liu scolded very angrily in class, "It's only so little time, and there is no one in class, who is used to you?" !"

His anger was real anger, and he completely forgot about his sarcasm the day before.

Xie Minyu defended Shen Jiu: "Didn't you talk about her yesterday, she cried all night, and went to the hospital with a fever today."

Old Liu was taken aback, opened and closed his mouth, then scratched his head and paced back and forth in the classroom.

He has big strides, and every time he walks, there will be a small wind. Now in November, even if the air conditioner is turned on, he can't help but have a small electric fan next to him.

Liao Dongxing was disturbed by his leaving, and said to him: "If you are worried, just send a message."

"No," Lao Liu said irritably, "what's wrong with it, just like a little girl, crying at every turn, how can I take an exam with this mentality."

Pu Jie couldn't help but interjected, "She's a girl, so she dressed a bit in a neutral way. Besides, there's no rule that boys have to cry, they're all human."

"Crying is a sign of weakness!"

Unable to speak to the stubborn teacher, Pu Jie turned her head away.

Liao Dongxing took the drawing board off the easel and said, "I think not daring to cry is a sign of weakness." He is now sitting behind Old Liu, and Liu Xingsu spotted his movements from the corner of his eye, and reflexively posed Defense poss.

Liao Dongxing stood up and stretched: "..."

After staring at each other for a long time, Lao Liu found that the other party was just stretching and not intending to fight: "..."

The two touched their noses in unison to hide their embarrassment.

The vice-principal aggressively occupied the dinner time and held a simple and rude mobilization meeting.

He took a stack of paper and said that it was the target college that everyone had to fill in before the class started. Now it is distributed to see if there is anything to be corrected. It is still a few miles away from the original goal.

Liao Dongxing completely forgot about this thing. Calculating the time, he probably filled it out when he first went to work in Dongdu.

After looking at it for a long time, he was still not sure whether the writing on the paper was his own or whether Pan Guomao had filled it in for him.

It's amazing, those turbulent days seem to have happened in the first half of his life. Now he is like the classmates he envied at the beginning, worrying about exams and catching up with homework, but living under the sun cleanly.

There is no such thing as a free lunch, neither breakfast nor dinner.

The two uncles in Minghe's first residence, he will treat them as relatives, needless to say for the elderly, he is grateful for their helping hands, as long as there is a need, he will not hesitate to do so.

But Teacher Ye is different.

He Xiaoxiao thought about Mr. Ye.

If Ye Ban really wanted to do something, Liao Dongxing would definitely not be able to refuse.

But Teacher Ye is much, much more honest than he expected.

Yeban's liking is very cool, but the coolness is endless, like the strands of cheese sticks, thin and soft, as if it will break every time, and every time there is a thread left.

The line is so thin that it can't hold people, but it is very directional. Once Liao Dongxing touches it, he can't help but go in that direction.

He couldn't tell what kind of love Ye Ban had for him, he only knew that now he was going to rely on this love to do something that made progress.

Liao Dong Xingchu was in the office, and Ye Ban stared at each other in silence for a few minutes, Ye Ban suddenly asked: "What school did you fill in the interest form?"

Liao Dongxing was caught off guard and answered honestly, "China Academy of Art... right?"

"It's good to have a goal." Leaf Spotted took a sip of tea.There was another silence.

Liao Dongxing was still hesitating.

Ye Ban got up and gently pushed him out: "I know what you want to say, go back and paint in peace of mind, I will arrange it."

"No," Liao Dongxing went back to his office and insisted, "I'm going to panic if I don't say this."

Leaf Ban gestured, please speak.

Liao Dongxing said, "Give me a cigarette."

Leaf Spotted rejects him.

Old Liu was a smoker. Liao Dongxing looked at his desk. From this angle, he could easily see the half-pack of Double Happiness and the lighter under the weight of his homework.

He took out one without hesitation, and even covered the cigarette tightly, after all, the principal still doesn't like teachers smoking in school.

It's not that I really want to smoke, I just feel that I need to find something to distract myself.

With great difficulty, he opened his mouth: "The tuition fee for the school exam is my loan, and the interest—"

Just a hiccup came up, and he was immediately choked by the smoke from the nasal tube, and coughed non-stop.So he drew "9, 1, 3" with his fingers.

Nine out and thirteen out.

It's amazing, I also know that nine times out and thirteen times back.

Ye Ban's face sank, and he said coldly: "That's not necessary, I'm not a loan shark, I will pay back as much as I borrow."

"That's not what I mean," Liao Dongxing said urgently, "I just... just want to press more things and push myself."

Ye Ban refused to eat: "There is no need to use this method, you can pay back what you take, as long as you know what you want to do in your heart."

Liao Dongxing asked himself, is he clear now?He looked at the magic lamp in front of him, and the answer was yes.

"That's fine," he paused, then said awkwardly, "Thanks, bro."

"You're welcome." Ye Ban patted his head.

"Can I ask you a question?" Liao Dongxing said suddenly.

"You ask."

"Why are you willing to keep Whooping Crane?" Staying in this small place is a hard and tiring high school teacher.

According to the information disclosed by Yu Xiao, Ye Ban should have a better future.

Leaf Spotted didn't answer him.

In the evening, the vice-principal arranged for Ye Ban to give the students pre-exam psychological counseling. There were originally two classes with one teacher per class, but Liu Xingsu...

He was afraid that he would lead the students into a ditch, so he put all the students together and put Ye Ban on it.

Leaf Banner showed them an ancient silent film that couldn't be named, and the lights in the classroom were turned off, only the projector and the screen were shining.Most people have already fallen asleep with their heads down.

The film lasted two and a half hours, and everyone slept for two and a half hours.

After the end, Ye Ban clapped his hands a few times in the dark, and then turned on the light after waking up the students below.

The cool lighting always seems so unreasonable, which wakes people up from their dreams.

"Let's chat for a while," Ye Ban said gently, "If you have any professional-related questions or questions you don't want to do, you can ask them."

Perhaps Teacher Ye's temperament was too different from that of Old Liu, and the students didn't dare to be presumptuous after all. After a moment of silence, someone hesitantly asked softly, "Teacher, why do you think we are suffering so much?"

Ye Ban asked back: "Do you like art?"

Some people say they like it and some say no, he asked again: "Can painting make you feel at ease?"

After the classroom became quiet, he said slowly: "I know that some of you students are asked by your family to study, in order to use the shortcut of art to get into a good university. But after staying up for so many days and nights, you Do you still think this is a shortcut?"

Almost everyone is shaking their heads.

Liao Dongxing looked over several rows of students and focused on him.

Ye Ban picked up a gouache painting he had just demonstrated in class on the easel, and carried the drawing board on his back.

"This is not where the value of art lies." He lowered his eyes and rubbed the rough edge of the drawing board a few times, "This is the threshold of beauty, and you are growing a pair of eyes to judge beauty. After crossing this hurdle, you will come into contact with art, art It is useless by itself, but she can create strength for you. In the future, everyone may encounter a dark storm, unable to reach their fingers, and lose their way without end. At this time, the touch of these beauties will be the basis for you to persevere. "

He looked around at all the students, picked up a copy of "History of Chinese and Foreign Art" from the stool next to him, and flipped through a few pages.

"A child asked me why I came to Minghe to be a teacher before." His eyes met with Liao Dongxing in the last row. "The so-called art, beauty is to understand beauty, art is to express beauty, it's that simple. For me It's the same everywhere."

It didn't rain tonight, and there was a cold moon hanging over the window.Ye Ban walked over and opened all the windows, and the cold wind came in, taking away the drowsy heating air conditioner, and everyone's spiritual platform was clear in an instant.

You can even see a few stars.

Yeban pointed to the night sky and said:

"The history of art is a flowing historical galaxy, and those works of art are the stars in it. You look at the universe and marvel at its hugeness and amazed by its beauty; it is composed of countless stars. Perhaps the light of the predecessors will be dimmed. At the same time, there are countless, countless new stars burning one after another, the light of the predecessors and the pursuit of the latecomers, only then can we see the night sky when we look up, and the pages of paper that have been turned over."

He smiled, and put his hands on the thick book, "This book will become thicker and thicker in the future, just because of your existence."

And the value of my existence is to appreciate the stars, to blow away the gravel from your bodies, and to make the boundless road ahead less bumpy.