Chapter 216: Rebellion?
Feng Jingyuan suddenly came to his senses, and then he noticed that he was actually crying.
It must be cobblestones - don't lie to yourself, one of the tears comes from the unnamed rural teacher, and the other is from feeling the greatness of mankind.
What moved Feng Jingyuan the most was a detail in the novel. During the carbon-based federal screening, the teacher was dead. The four-dimensional scan only detected living objects, but it was precisely because of his professor that the children Even if we don't know it, we have memorized Newton's three laws and understand this knowledge.
The fire is passed down from generation to generation.
Human beings have only come to this day by passing on the firewood from generation to generation.
Those books are passed down from generation to generation through teachers.
The name of the protagonist, a rural teacher, does not appear in the book. Even the last tombstone just says "Tomb of Teacher Li" because this represents many ordinary teachers.
"Grandpa, do you want me to help call the flight attendant?"
A voice of inquiry interrupted Feng Jingyuan's thoughts again.
The little girl sitting next to her was very worried. Judging from her appearance, she should be about twelve or thirteen years old.
Concern from strangers always warms people's hearts. Soon, the warmth in his heart disappeared because he found that at least seven or eight people in the carriage were paying attention to him, including the parents of the little girl next to him. .
Feng Jingyuan has personally experienced what social death is...
I feel a little regretful. I shouldn't read this magazine in public.
I never expected that this writer named Gu Lu would sneak up on him, an old comrade!
Just for the death of the protagonist, Feng Jingyuan was actually okay and could hold it back. After all, he was in his 60s and 70s and would burst into tears. What big scene had he never seen before?
Maybe as I get older, I am more moved by this kind of humanistic content.
Did you cry while reading a magazine? Feng Jingyuan felt that he could not afford to lose face. He looked at the little girl and coughed twice. It was time to show off his old comrade's acting skills.
Two flowers bloomed, one on each side, and the other flower was about to cry at this moment.
A small room with two bedrooms and one living room.
Qi Caiwei, who was supposed to live in school, was picked up by her parents today because of important matters.
"You have a club activity on Wednesday afternoon, right?" Qi's mother asked while picking up food for Qi Caiwei.
Qi Caiwei had a bad premonition in her heart, her heart was beating wildly, she carefully picked up the food and nodded almost invisible.
"Then it will only delay the class for half a day..." Qi's mother calculated in her mind for a moment, raised her head, and said happily, "I think there is no problem, you still need to improve in dancing, I asked you to find a relationship for you Dance teacher, you don’t have to go to class every Wednesday. You should be able to spend half a day.”
Everyone knows that Qi’s mother is a good dancer. Do you still need to hire a dance teacher? certainly! And it is very needed.
"If you want to say something, Cai Cai, just say it directly. Mom will definitely listen to your wishes." Seeing that her daughter was unhappy, Qi's mother said softly.
"I joined the Shu Humanities Literary Club last semester. I am very important. I also have to act in "Les Misérables". I am the protagonist. It is not good to leave now." Qi Caiwei said.
"Our family has a sense of responsibility," Qi's mother touched her daughter's head and continued, "I know it is difficult for you to talk to your classmates. Mom will help you talk to the leaders of the club. , a student’s stage play, it’s okay if someone else performs it.”
After hearing the first half of the sentence, Qi Caiwei thought her mother had changed her mind, and she was a little happy, but the second half seemed to make her fall into an ice cave.
"After all, mom has already agreed with your class teacher and grade teacher to take leave on Wednesday. You can't let mom go talk to your class teacher again. How much time will it waste?" Qi's mother said again. It turned out that it had been arranged long ago, and Qi Caiwei felt as bitter in her heart as if she had taken a sip of vegetable juice squeezed from Coptis chinensis.
It is also normal. Mother always arranges everything and then notifies herself.
"No need, Mom, I'll tell it myself. After all, I'm more familiar with my club classmates." Qi Caiwei smiled.
"Our family Cai Cai has been really obedient since childhood." Qi's mother nodded with satisfaction and changed the subject, "I just learned the news that among the city's outstanding league members, there are four recommended places in the No. 8 Middle School. If we didn't choose the dishes last year, who would they give them to?"
"I'm not sure." Qi Caiwei shook her head.
"Then remember to ask when you go to school tomorrow. Wudu is a municipality directly under the Central Government. Excellent league members at the municipal level are equivalent to outstanding league members at the provincial level, which will be very helpful for future development." Qi's mother said.
After getting down to business, the next conversation was a more relaxed chat between mother and daughter.
Back in the room, Qi Caiwei held her mobile phone. It had President Li Liru’s QQ number, but she didn’t know how to say it.
Shuren Literature Club, the former president was Wan Bai, a senior in high school, who was very dedicated. But the rules of No. 8 Middle School are like this. Senior high school students in the next semester cannot participate in any activities, so the vice president is equivalent to the president.
Let’s go to school tomorrow to talk about it in person, Qi Caiwei decided. She sat at the table and started writing the "Witch Series". The story to be written today is about the witch becoming a famous stage actor.
This is a story that Qi Caiwei has been writing since she was a child. It was inspired by the cartoon "Martin's Morning" she watched in elementary school. The main content is that the witch has the magic of changing identities and can live in any identity.
Halfway through the story, Qi Caiwei couldn't continue writing...
I should have gotten used to it, so why did I still feel a little unwilling?
Qi Caiwei asked herself, is it because she put in a lot of effort to play the role of Cosette that she is unwilling to give in?
That’s not right. This is not the first time she has encountered this situation since she was a child. Qi Caiwei would instill her emotions into novels and convince herself that she had experienced it herself.
This time she couldn't even finish the novel, so Qi Caiwei picked up the pen again, but it came from mental resistance.
It’s like the bitter melon that I hate to eat is slowly being stuffed into my mouth. It’s that feeling of resistance all over the body!
“Am I in the rebellious stage?” Qi Caiwei first looked for the reason within herself.
When Qi Caiwei encounters a problem, she immediately thinks of her deskmate. Perhaps in her heart, the only one who can help her solve her doubts, like her mother, is Gu Lu.
"It's past ten o'clock, Zhulu should be sleeping," Qi Caiwei thought of this, stopped her little hands, and hesitated.
Ding Ding——
Penguin news.
Gu Lu, who had just finished washing, was sitting in front of the computer and found a message from Zhou Lin.
[Zhou Lin: Do you have time this week? There are some questions about MUN topics that you should ask the chief advisor for. ]
The school is not allowed to bring mobile phones, but Zhou Lin will definitely bring one!
Gu Lu replied that there was no problem, because he happened to also want to know what Model United Nations was like, and he currently had free time.
In addition, think about how "Village Teacher" can sneak up on even old comrades, let alone young comrades. This issue of "Science Fiction World" is a bit explosive!
In just one day, the discussion in Gu Lu Bar became more lively than ever!
(End of this chapter)