stories that happened on a specific occasion

Before you know it, April is coming to an end.

There has always been a folk saying that "Cang Jie wrote books in the past, but the sky rained millet and ghosts cried at night". cold.

Recently, I have developed the habit of going to work on foot. Although I have to get up an hour early, I can pass by a small park to enjoy the scenery in spring. I enjoy it very much.

This season should always be the time when duckweed grows and doves sing and feathers, but duckweed has not appeared in the ponds of the park for a long time, and there is no trace of cuckoo on the branches.

This kind of spring scene is somewhat bleak, but it feels like late autumn.Fortunately, the melodious sound of spring rain hitting the umbrella surface reduced some regrets in my heart.

As soon as I stepped into the office, I put the umbrella by the door and asked X to boil a pot of water for me to warm up.

Before I could sit in the hot chair, X came to me with a courteous face, holding my teacup, and said, "Try it."

I don't know what kind of medicine this kid bought in the gourd. I looked at the teacup, and there seemed to be nothing wrong.

After taking a sip, the fragrance permeated the upper teeth hall and diffused into the nasal cavity.

"Not bad?" Seeing that I hadn't spoken while sipping tea, X said, "This is a very good bird's tongue. I asked my second uncle to deliver it by express delivery."

I nodded while sipping the tea. The tea fragrance and the floating buds in the cup match well with the rainy day.

"Didn't you ask me for something, kid? You are willing to give up such a good tea." I teased him.

X hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Look at what you said, am I that kind of person?"

I put down my teacup and turned on the computer.

Standing aside, X not only showed no intention of leaving, but also looked at me inquiringly from time to time.

"Say something." I urged.

At this time, X faltered and said the whole story.

It turns out that some time ago, because of Xiao P's contribution, I labeled him as "not sensitive enough".Today, he intends to submit a carefully selected manuscript for a few days to me for review, hoping to wash away his shame.But he didn't know what to do, so he first offered good tea to please him.

I opened my mailbox and read the email that X sent me.

To be honest, I don't have much hope that this submission will be accepted.However, after reading a few sentences carefully, I feel that such a small story is quite interesting.

So, I continued to read while drinking tea.

The story does fit the theme of "Childhood's School" because it takes place in a kindergarten.It can be said that the place where the story happened is definitely everyone's first childhood school.

The narrator is a kindergarten teacher with the initial letter Y on the Internet. From the greenness of the writing, it can be seen that she is not very old, but from the text, she said that she has been engaged in this profession for four years.

The kindergarten where Mr. Y is located is a school in the dormitory complex of an agency unit, and there is also a primary school.Generally, only the children of employees of the unit are eligible to enroll. However, due to the good teachers and the superior teaching environment, parents of many other units will also secretly buy admission places and send their children here to enroll.

It can be said that it is hard to find a seat in this kindergarten.There are often crowds of people at the door when the freshmen enter school, and the benefits increase every year.Therefore, the benefits and treatment of teachers working here are also very good.

That's why Mr. Y joined the job.

During her four years of tenure, she was quickly promoted to the head teacher of the big class due to her good performance.

Originally, this was something that made her happy, but she didn't expect that shortly after she took over the class, something happened that made her timid by nature uneasy.

All of this starts with a word that was spoken unintentionally and innocently.

Teacher Y's story

This year is the first year that Mr. Y was promoted to be the head teacher of the big class.

As the head teacher, she handles all major and minor matters in the class in person.In addition to teaching teachers, she also plays the role of temporary mother.Especially in the first few days of school, although it is already a big class, there are still some children who are reluctant to leave home, and they will inevitably cry when they are sent.Under such circumstances, Teacher Y often needs to calm down and accompany and take care of her for a long time, which is trivial and complicated.

Although often exhausting, but also enjoy it. Teacher Y evaluates his work in this way.

And the story of this submission happened during a nap time one month after the kindergarten started this year.

Before the story started, Teacher Y gave me a brief introduction to the past and present of this kindergarten.

Although this kindergarten is one of the equipped facilities of the unit dormitory, this building has existed for a long time.In other words, this collective housing area, together with all the buildings here, has existed here for more than 30 years.

In 1984, it was still a factory of a private enterprise.

In the early days of reform and opening up, with the introduction of the commodity economy, the tide of doing business in the sea gradually rose.The owner of the factory is one of the big crowd.Many well-known electrical appliances, automobiles, and food brands were also established in that year and gradually grew.Those who have experienced it once called that year the "first year of the company" in China.

The owner of this private company also built a refrigerator factory here with the dream of growing the company.But in the early stage of starting a business, if there is success, there must be failure.

At the same time that this private enterprise failed and went bankrupt, the boss disappeared.

Some people say that he fled to the north, while others say that he hanged himself in this factory building.

There are different opinions, and I have searched to no avail.

In short, the investment and the payment for goods could not be recovered, and the factory building was seized. After several years of withholding, it was resold and auctioned to the current public institution.

In 1992, this unit demolished the factory building that had been abandoned for many years, and built a residential area for the staff to live in.

With the improvement of people's living standards, although the building construction has not changed much, the matching facilities are constantly being upgraded.Finally, at the beginning of 2000, the original community hospital, which occupied the center of the community, was moved and changed into a kindergarten with a playground.

Therefore, although the building still retains the original rafter and beam structure, and the former southern architectural features are still obvious, the interior has been renovated.Although there are only two floors, the interior has sufficient ceiling space and looks similar to a general three-story building.In the community, it is also an eye-catching building.

Every morning, Ms. Y will go to the school gate to meet her students in person, which is also her favorite part.

Then after lunch, Teacher Y will organize the students to take a group nap, and work with other teachers to take care of and check.

The napping place is next door to the classroom, only one door away from the class room.But the difference is that all the windows around this room are covered with thick light-blocking curtains. If the lights are not turned on, the room will be like night.The time can only be judged by a gleam of light shining through the cracks in the curtains or the bottom of the door.

Although most children sleep peacefully, there are still some children who talk quietly and play rough.This is also a common thing. Under normal circumstances, the teacher will persuade the children not to disturb other children's rest, and supervise them to sleep.If there is still no improvement, the teachers will let the talking or playing children leave the dormitory, get dressed and go to the classroom to sit quietly or clean up.Of course, it's not heavy work, it's nothing more than sweeping the floor and wiping the chairs.

Therefore, many children who can't sleep, even if they don't sleep, will close their eyes and pretend to avoid working.

But he is the only exception.

Teacher Y looked at the child in front of him. He was always introverted and honest in the class, and today he also stared wide-eyed and did not sleep.

And this situation has been going on for some time since the beginning of school.

Although the child did not sleep, there was no noise, so Teacher Y never deliberately forced him to develop a nap habit.

Teacher Y squatted beside his bed, still asking softly as usual.

The child didn't respond, just stared blankly at the ceiling.

The child lying on the bed seemed to be breathing evenly and his face was expressionless. At one point, Teacher Y thought he had fallen asleep with his eyes open.But after she put her hand in front of the child and waved it, she was sure that the child was awake.

The child turned to look at Teacher Y, but still didn't speak.

"Why don't you go to bed?" Teacher Y asked next to the child's ear.

The child shook his head, then continued to look at the ceiling without answering.

"Can't sleep?" Teacher Y continued to ask.

The child did not speak.

"Close your eyes and you'll be sleepy in a while."

Teacher Y reached out and caressed the child's eyes, and the child finally closed his eyes.

But just as Mr. Y stood up, the child opened his eyes again, and his dark eyes were fixed on the ceiling again.

Teacher Y sighed, bent down again, and asked, "Why don't you sleep?"

At noon, the sun shone straight in through the gap, which was as wide as a little finger.Unbiased, it just extended to the child's pillow.

Teacher Y bent over and looked at the child.

But the child missed her sight, staring at the dark beams above his head without blinking his eyes.

The back of Teacher Y's head was a little numb from the child's gaze, so she also looked up.

It was half light and half dark, and I couldn't see why.

She had no choice but to lean down again and asked the child softly, "What are you looking at?"

The child didn't speak, but his eyes moved to Teacher Y.Then, he stretched out his hand and beckoned lightly, signaling Teacher Y to approach.

Teacher Y lowered his body down a little more.

The child was still worried, and motioned her to lean her ear over.

Teacher Y smiled and leaned over.

The child carefully asked a question in her ear.

"Teacher, where did the red eyes go?"

Hearing this question, Teacher Y instantly felt a chill crawling up her back.Startled, she got up and looked at the child.

The child looked at Teacher Y and said something in a low voice.

From the mouth shape, Teacher Y knew that what he said was: "Where did you go?"

Teacher Y just said in a hurry: "Don't talk nonsense, go to bed quickly."

After this incident, Teacher Y will pay special attention to that child during his nap in the next few days.

Most of the time, the kid didn't sleep.Thinking of what he said that day, Teacher Y decided to take him to the next classroom and ask him carefully.

Back in the bright classroom, the child's expression seemed to relax a lot.

"Can you tell the teacher?" Teacher Y asked tentatively after laying out a lot of other content.

The child sat on Teacher Y's lap, looked at her innocently, and then nodded slowly.

"Like a red apple, so big."

While talking, the child made gestures with his eyes.

"Where is it?" Teacher Y asked.

"On the roof."

"When did you see it?"

"When I take a nap every day."

"Have you seen it before?"

The child shook his head.

Teacher Y remembered that all the bed positions for this semester were newly arranged, and the child didn't sleep here during lunch break before.

Did the children who slept here before also see it?

However, the arrangement of the beds each semester is chosen by the children themselves.Some children are used to sleeping in the original position, and some like to change the place because of the freshness.

"There is no place to sleep before." The child muttered in a low voice.

Teacher Y did have concerns, after all, this is a wooden building with a history.Not to mention fear, it is this beam and pillar that has gone through wind and frost, just looking at it makes people feel awe.If it was winter and it got dark earlier, Teacher Y would not dare to walk alone in the corridor of this building.

But as a teacher, she had to position herself well.

"You must have read it wrong." Teacher Y comforted the child and said, "Look, you can't see anything now, can you?"

The child was a little unconvinced, but he didn't say anything more.Leaning her small face on Teacher Y's shoulder, she yawned a long way.

"Look, are you still sleepy?" Teacher Y picked up the child and put him back on the bed.

The child was already sleepy, Teacher Y helped him cover the quilt, the child squinted his eyes and smiled at himself.

Just when Teacher Y was about to leave, the child who was about to fall asleep sat up again.

"What's wrong?" Teacher Y was taken aback and asked in a low voice.

"Teacher, look!" The child grabbed Teacher Y's hand, pointed the other hand at the beam, and said cautiously but excitedly, "Look, look! The red eyes are back again."

After finishing speaking, he showed a sweet and satisfied smile.

During the lunch break the next day, Teacher Y changed the position of the bed again.This time, finally, no children stared at the ceiling and did not sleep, and no one saw red eyes like apples anymore.

But is it really so?

Teacher Y didn't have the courage to investigate further.

I drank the last sip of tea in the cup and stretched my back and cervical spine.

X ran over and looked at me with a mean expression on his face.

This kid actually read my mind.I thought.

"Take it for now." I said simply.

"Okay!" He also responded neatly.

I followed up with a few simple instructions, and X listened carefully, and his expression became more and more professional editing.

I continued to read a few more submissions, and when I was really tired, I got up and took a few steps.

Looking at the light rain outside the window, and feeling the breeze coming in through the gap, I couldn't help sneezing, and sat back to my seat honestly.

It seems that this cold spring will continue for some time.

"Have another cup of hot tea."

A cup of freshly brewed tea was handed to me.

I smell this tangy fragrance.

At this moment, there is really a kind of artistic conception of "it just happens to be rainy in the Qingming Festival, and a cup of fragrant tea is sitting in it".

The author has something to say: Thanks for reading, I will update normally next week :)