[Net King] Take away my heart

There is something sacred in tears, not a sign of cowardice, but a sign of strength, a message of unbearable grief and unspeakable love. —Washington Irving

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It was a dreary evening in late summer, and an early typhoon trapped many people at the school.

The bean-sized raindrops slammed against the glass window fiercely, and the wind howled. When looking out through the window, the whole world was as shocking as the doomsday swept by the storm.

"Oops, file cabinet!"

When we were all staring out the window and thinking about how to go home today, Lian Er suddenly remembered something, and rushed out of the classroom with a stride.

"Lian Er!"

I called out behind him. At first, I didn't understand why he rushed out. It wasn't until I remembered the word "file cabinet" that I suddenly realized.

I followed Lian Er out of the classroom, followed him all the way, and ran to the newsroom with him.

The place that the news department gave to the Dead Poets Society is the corner of the entire editorial room closest to the window. The entire filing cabinet is leaning against the window, and the window has been in disrepair for a long time. If it is slightly touched, it will loosen and it will immediately fall down. The look of smashing.Lian Er negotiated with the people from the news department several times, hoping that they could repair the dangerous window, but the people from the news department kept procrastinating, and over time, this matter was almost forgotten.

That filing cabinet was left over from the news department. In order to save money, all the office supplies of the Dead Poets Society were second-hand items eliminated by the news department.Although the file cabinet is not big, but because the Poetry Club doesn't have many things in the first place, it can fit just right.

When Lian Er and I rushed to the news department, the filing cabinet had fallen down and hit the desk.The house was in a mess, and the wind and the rain kept blowing into the house from the window, and the ground below the window was covered with shattered glass shards.

Many papers and books were scattered all over the place, some documents had been blown far away, and some were blown back and forth in the air by the wind.

Seeing that the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger, it was impossible to block that window for a while.Lian Er was about to bite the bullet and rush into the room, but I grabbed him.

"No, it's dangerous!" I yelled.

If you step on glass shards and get cut, it's no joke.Just standing at the door, Lian Er and I were blown up and down. It is really unwise to insist on approaching that window at such a time.

"If this continues, the documents will be blown away!" Lian Er shook off my hand, "You wait here!"

He rushed into the house alone.

Lianhua, in that file cabinet contains all the history and memories of the Dead Poets Society.Every word we write is contained in it, and if those things disappear, Dead Poets Society will disappear as if it never existed.

I was very scared, but when I thought about it, my fear instantly surpassed the fear of the typhoon.I covered my head with my hands and rushed in with Lian Er.

We desperately picked up documents scattered on the ground among the broken glass slag all over the place. Many documents were too late to be rescued, and we could only watch them being swept away by the typhoon or getting wet by the rain.Lian Er and I were soon cut by the glass on the ground, and our hair and clothes were all blown into a mess. Even so, there were only a few documents that could be salvaged. We desperately hugged the recovered documents to our chests for protection. But this way, I can't pick up other files faster.

Just when we were desperate, a figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the news department, and that figure rushed towards us without saying a word.

In this violent storm, only Sanada rushed to rescue the documents with us.

Sanada's movements were quick and decisive. He retrieved many documents faster than us. Even though his hand was cut, he didn't slow down at all.Unknowingly, Lianji and I stopped, staring blankly at Sanada whose hands were covered in blood from being cut by the glass, but who was still working hard to pick up documents.

……why?

Why Sanada?

Sanada is our enemy, Sanada is not our friend, Sanada has always been the one who opposed the Dead Poets Society, if we disappear, he should be happy.

No, it's not like that.

I finally knew the answer the moment I saw his eyes.

Lianhua, he likes you.

He just can't tell you those words anymore.

Four weeks after my car accident, Big Mouth announced her resignation in her last class.

You committed suicide, and I was involved in an accident with unknown reasons. Our two accidents caused the big mouth girl to be questioned and oppressed by the PTA.Those neurotic parents threatened that if the big mouth girl did not resign, they would not be able to safely send their children to the school.

Under the pressure of these people, the school compromised.The girl with a big mouth also compromised.

"I'm sorry that I failed to protect you, and I failed to teach you the right path in life. As a teacher, I have lost my qualifications to stay here."

When she said these words, I was standing in the classroom watching her.

The girl with a big mouth is actually a very emotional person. She cries when she talks, laughs when she talks about it, and does whatever she says. But I like her very much, and you must too.

We would not have been able to create Dead Poets Society without her encouragement and affirmation, and she has a share of all our achievements and glory.She is our teacher, our good friend, and the only person in this school who understands and supports us.

She is our Robin Williams.

She didn't cry the day she announced her resignation. I think she tried her best to maintain the last bit of dignity as a teacher.She smiled and counted the names of everyone in the class, and then wished them all a bright and beautiful future, and said that she would always remember these names.

Before leaving, she wrote a poem on the blackboard with chalk.

"Cold eyes. Seeing life, watching death. Knight, move forward!"

The girl with a big mouth read this poem aloud, and this poem became the last sentence she said in this school.

Opening the door of the classroom, she took half a step and went out.Another half step is the farewell, she paused, and once again turned her head to the classroom where she had been together for several years.

I looked at her from the last row of the classroom, and she also looked at me from a distance.

She finally broke into a grin, the urban legend kind of grin where you can see the upper and lower rows of teeth.

I laughed too, but my smile was mixed with endless tears.

Farewell, Mr. Sugiyama.

The author has something to say: Note 1: Washington Irving (Washington Irving), the most famous American writer in the 19th century, is known as the father of American literature.

Note 2: PTA (Parent-Teacher Association), a communication committee composed of parents and teachers, mainly aims to protect students and children from unfair treatment.

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In the blink of an eye it's December...

It's already December~!Can't help but want to sigh how time flies

Thirty chapters have been updated to this point, and the word count is almost [-]~

Half of the plot is over...

So I couldn't help but sigh again... Time really flies! (laugh

This article is expected to end in the first half of next year~ It feels great to spend 2013 and usher in 2014 with everyone XDDD

Hope everything goes well in December

The daily update will continue tomorrow~ So let’s say see you tomorrow again!

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