The boss was quite surprised to hear that Wang Zuxian was from Shucheng.
“I know Shucheng, your accent is not very similar.”
The dialects of Shucheng and Jinling are both Jianghuai Mandarin, and there are many similarities, so the boss can recognize Wang Zuxian His accent doesn't sound like Shucheng's.
"I moved later. I never lived there when I was a child, but I can still understand the dialect you speak."
Wang Zuxian laughed, took off the scarf on his face, and first After taking a sip of the soup, he praised, "It tastes really good. It's different from what I imagined. Boss, you are so awesome."
The boss was also very happy to receive praise from the guests, "It's nothing special, it's all the same old taste."
The boss's wife came out of the back kitchen, sat at another table, and said with a smile, " Come here as often as you like. Your boyfriend used to come here often, but then he went to school out of town and came less often."
"Well, okay"
"We have a lot of students here. I have an impression of those who come here often, but these students come in one after another, and many of them are not seen again after graduation. The middle school is fine, but those who go to college nearby basically disappear after graduation. Not many have been here. "
"Isn't that for sure? Most of the people in the middle school are locals. Monks who can run away can't run away from the temple. Most of them are foreigners who go to college. Who will come back to eat a bowl of you? Fans." The boss walked to the door of the store, lit a cigarette, and said with a smile.
Wang Zuxian took a bite of the vermicelli and asked Zhou Yan, "Third brother, did you go to middle school nearby?"
The boss lady smiled and said, "He is from Jinzhong, right? Many people in his class used to like it. Come to our house to eat.”
Zhou Yan nodded, “Well, I’m from Jinling Middle School. The school is not far from here.”
It’s not far, but it’s actually quite a distance. It takes ten minutes to talk at least.
But at that time, many people in their class did like to eat here, especially girls.
Although the portions here are quite large, for most high school boys, finishing a bowl of duck blood and vermicelli soup is really not satisfying, while for girls it is just right.
When talking about Zhou Yan’s middle school, the landlady said with a smile, “Your boyfriend was very popular at that time, and several girls came with him every day.”
Hearing these words from the landlady , Zhou Yan said quickly, "Auntie, please be clear, those girls are not here with me, we are all here separately."
"We are here separately." The landlady nodded.
Hearing this, Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but then he heard the landlady say, "But if you don't come, they won't come either."
"..."
"So you were so popular in middle school." Wang Zuxian said with a smile.
At this moment, the scarf on Wang Zuxian's face was pulled down and his head was raised. The boss's wife was obviously stunned when she saw Wang Zuxian's face, "Oh, I feel like you look like a star."
Wang Zuxian said with a smile, "Many people have said that, saying that I look like that virtuous actor, but I don't feel like it myself."
She turned to look at Zhou Yan again, "Do you feel like it?"
Zhou Yan curled his lips, "It looks a little bit like it."
"I don't know which one it looks like, it just feels familiar. Hey, what's so good about a big star? I think you're much prettier than a big star."< br>
“Well, I think so too.” Wang Zuxian smiled and nodded.
......
The landlady and the others liked to chat. After Zhou Yan and the others had finished their meal, they did not leave in a hurry and sat and chatted for a while.
After chatting for ten minutes, two more customers came to the store, both girls in their early twenties.
After entering the store, the two girls rubbed their hands and said, "Auntie, two bowls of duck blood vermicelli, don't add the spicy oil. Order them separately for us and we will add them ourselves."
" Okay.”
Business is coming, and the boss lady and others are getting busy.
As soon as the two girls entered the door, Wang Zuxian pulled up the scarf to cover their faces.
She and Zhou Yan looked at each other, and then the two stood up. Zhou Yan shouted to the chef, "Uncle, aunt, let's go."
The proprietress stretched her head and looked outside, "Okay, I'll do it when I have time." Come back.”
After Zhou Yan and the others left, the two girls who had just arrived started chatting.
“The one just now seemed to be Zhou Yan.”
“Really?”
"Well, I saw the face."
"Maybe it just looks similar."
"Isn't Zhou Yan also from Jinling? Isn't he normal here?"
The proprietress heard their discussion and asked curiously, "Who are you talking about?"
"Zhou Yan is our musician from Jinling who has become very famous recently. Auntie, that person just now often comes here Do you eat at your house? ”
"He used to come often when he was in middle school, but then he came less often when he went to college."
"Auntie, do you know his name?"
"I don't remember, but I can remember his face. It’s not easy. How can I remember his name? But I know that he later went to Yanjing to study music.”
“I don’t know. ”
"Zhou Yan studied at Yangyin, isn't this a match?"
The more they said it, the more they felt that it was Zhou Yan, so they became more excited.
Then they felt it was a pity.
“I had known it earlier, I would have just struck up a conversation with him.”
Hearing what they said, the landlady was particularly curious, “Is he really famous?”
"It's very famous, even famous in foreign countries."
"That's pretty awesome..."
...
After Zhou Yan and Wang Zuxian walked out of the store, they found that outside The snow has not become lighter at all, and even has a tendency to get heavier and heavier.
The two held an umbrella and walked along Guangzhou Road.
Jinling Normal University was nearby. Zhou Yan asked Wang Zuxian, "Do you want to go to the university?"
Wang Zuxian shook his head, "I would rather go to the middle school you attended."
"Okay, it's not very far anyway."
It's the sixth day of the lunar month, and because of heavy snow, there are few pedestrians on the road.
But when they arrived at the entrance of Jinling Middle School, they found that there were quite a lot of people.
"Has school started yet?" Wang Zuxian asked in surprise.
"It should be the start of school for senior high school students."
High school students race against time, and the winter vacation time is half a month shorter than that of first and second grade students. School usually starts on the seventh and eighth day of the junior high school.
The start of the seventh day of school means that we have to go to school on the evening of the sixth day for self-study. The evening self-study has not started yet, and many students are entering.
The school did not have access control, so the two of them followed the students into the school.
"When I went to school here, it wasn't called Jinling Middle School."
"What was it called?"
"Tenth Middle School."
"It was still Jinling Middle School. It sounds nicer.”
“It was called Hui Wenyuan earlier.”
"It sounds like Huiwen School sounds better."
The school is not big, so they finished the tour in a short time, and the two of them entered the teaching building again.
We haven’t officially started self-study yet, and the students are all playing and playing in the class.
The winter vacation has just ended, and the students are not relaxed. In addition, the classmates have not seen each other for half a month, and they talk a lot.
When he walked to Class 3, Grade 3, Zhou Yan pointed to the classroom and said, "I used to study in this classroom."
Wang Zuxian looked inside the classroom and said, "Middle schools in the mainland are actually similar to those in Taiwan."
"Did you also study late at night when you were in school?"
"Yes. Ah, but it won’t be too late, and if you don’t want to go, it’s okay.”
In fact, high schools in the mainland are also divided into schools. Some schools can have late self-study until 11 o’clock, but some schools have late self-study classes. Released at nine o'clock.
The two were talking when suddenly the classroom became quiet.
"Why is it quiet? Is it time? I didn't hear the bell."
Zhou Yan looked inside the classroom. The students were sitting very upright, and some students were secretly looking towards them.
Seeing their actions, Zhou Yan understood that these students probably regarded him and Wang Zuxian as their teachers.
Although the bell for evening self-study has not yet rung, the teacher's appearance outside the classroom is still a deterrent to them.
Zhou Yan suddenly smiled maliciously, "Want to play something exciting?"
"What's exciting?"
"You take care of it."
After that, Zhou Yan adjusted his scarf and clothes and walked into the classroom.
Most students did not dare to raise their heads, but some students were more courageous. They were a little confused when they looked up and saw a man with half of his face standing on the podium.
I have never seen this teacher before.
Zhou Yan coughed slightly and said, "The Chinese New Year is over. When I come to school, I should calm down and focus more on my studies. I just watched outside for a long time, and there are several students who wish they could use this place as a playground. Are these tables and chairs still in your way? Do you want me to move them away so that you can use them better?”
“I won’t name the specific students, you know it yourself. That’s fine. If you have the energy, go for a run on the playground and don’t influence those who really want to learn in the class.”
At this point, Zhou Yan said more seriously, “You still have one semester. We’re about to go to the battlefield..."
Although the students didn’t know Zhou Yan, they didn’t dare to use Zhou Yan’s combos.
Is it the new teacher this year? I haven’t heard that the teacher of any subject needs to be changed?
Or is it that the old team is about to be replaced?
When Wang Zuxian saw Zhou Yanxun's students in the classroom, he felt funny and embarrassed at the same time.
The third brother is so bad!
Just when Zhou Yan was talking enthusiastically, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties walked across the corridor. He could tell he was an old teacher by looking at his demeanor.
Seeing the other party, Wang Zuxian was anxious and wanted to report to Zhou Yan in the classroom, but he couldn't move too much.
She could only turn her back and pretend to look at the scenery outside, trying to get through.
As the grade director, Tian Ping is used to patrolling the floors near evening self-study to see how each class is doing.
Today is the first day of self-study at school. He knows that the students are not interested, so he must watch it.
But as soon as I arrived in the corridor, I saw a tall woman who looked "suspicious".
Tian Ping walked over and before he asked the woman what she did, he heard a voice coming from the Class 3 classroom.
"Baudelaire said that while our minds are hot, we should do whatever it takes, but now I only see that your bodies are hot, not..."
Looking at the person speaking inside, Tian Ping Stunned for a moment.
Who is this?
He knew clearly the head teacher and teacher of each class in their grade. This person was not the teacher of Class 3 at all, not even the teacher of Jinzhong.
It must be a sales promotion.
Tian Ping immediately came to a conclusion in his mind.
In the past few years, some salespeople have occasionally come to the school to sell things to students, including those selling books, tapes, radios, stationery, and even skin care products.
These people are very strategic in selling things. They like to brainwash students first and pretend to do it for their own good. Wait until the students relax their vigilance, and then conduct moral kidnapping on the students to catch the duck.
And these two people, one is selling inside and the other is watching outside, both fit the characteristics of salespeople.
But Tian Ping was a little confused, what were these two people selling?
Usually those who sell things will carry a bag, but neither of these people have one. Maybe they sell some gadgets that can be carried in their pockets?
After listening to a few words, Tian Ping couldn't help but sigh, the level of salespeople nowadays is really high.
This young man is eloquent and well-spoken, especially like a teacher.
While Tian Ping was watching, Wang Zuxian blushed beside him. Oh, it was so embarrassing.
After watching for a while, Tian Ping coughed lightly and walked into the classroom.
"Hello-"
Zhou Yan was talking enthusiastically, and turned around when he heard someone speaking.
Seeing the person coming, he was quite surprised and said, "Teacher Tian?"
Hearing the other person calling him Teacher Tian, Tian Ping was also stunned for a moment. This person actually knows me? Is it possible that he used to be his student and now he is doing salesmanship?
Suddenly, he felt a sigh of sorrow for his misfortune and anger.
Just as Tian Ping was about to say something, Zhou Yan stepped off the podium and took his arm out of the classroom.
Arrived outside the classroom, Zhou Yan pulled down his scarf, revealing his entire face, "Teacher Tian, I am Zhou Yan."
"Zhou Yan?" Tian Ping stared wide-eyed. eyes.
Tian Ping had a deep impression of Zhou Yan, on the one hand because Zhou Yan was good at studying, and on the other hand because Zhou Yan was the nephew of Principal Zhou.
Not to mention now, Zhou Yan has become a celebrity, and he has gone to see Zhou Yan's movies before.
Most of the school's teachers knew that Zhou Yan graduated from Jinzhong.
"Why did you come to school?" "Come and hang out if you have nothing to do."
Tian Ping couldn't help but glance at Wang Zuxian standing next to him, "Then you This was just now..."
Zhou Yan scratched the back of his head and said with a smile, "Don't I want to tell my junior brothers and sisters about my experience in taking the exam?"
Tian Ping laughed, "Who am I talking about? You are teaching students inside, and I almost thought you were doing sales."
After that, Tian Ping grabbed Zhou Yan's sleeve, "Since I'm back to school, Come and sit in my office."
"I..." Zhou Yan looked at Wang Zuxian.
“Let’s get together.”
Zhou Yan sighed. He was surprised that these elders liked to grab people’s sleeves.
Seeing that the trip was not going well, he said to Wang Zuxian, "Let's go together."
"Okay." Wang Zuxian nodded, looking quite happy.
The grade director does not have his own office. Tian Ping works in a small office on this floor. There are only four people in this office. In addition to Tian Ping, the grade director, there are three other subject leaders.
When they arrived, there was no one in the office.
While pouring tea for Zhou Yan and the others, Tian Ping said, "Ding Meijuan taught you, I guess. He is also in this office, but he is currently in charge of the first year students and is not here today."
"Well, Teacher Ding taught me mathematics for three years."
Ding Meijuan's name sounds like a female teacher, but she is actually a male teacher, and she is very strict, and she is the type that students are more afraid of.
Although Zhou Yan's math scores are passable, they are worse than those in other subjects, so he receives a lot of care from Ding Meijuan.
The more Zhou Yan behaves like this, the easier it is for him to attract the teacher’s attention.
If a student's grades in all subjects are mediocre, it doesn't matter. I'm afraid that other subjects are very good, but only one subject performs poorly, and the teacher in this subject will pay special attention.
It’s not that teachers feel embarrassed, it’s just that in their eyes, the worst subjects have the most room for improvement. Other results are already good enough, and it is very difficult to improve them further. On the contrary, it may be very effective to make up for the shortcomings.
"Does Principal Zhou know that you came to school?" Tian Ping asked.
“I didn’t tell him, did he come to work today?”
“Of course he did. You should know Principal Zhou’s work attitude. He can always be a model worker.”< br>
Zhou Yan nodded. His third uncle is a workaholic and devotes most of his time to school. He will definitely come when the senior year of high school starts.
"I just knew that he was focused on work, so I didn't tell him, for fear of disturbing his work."
Of course this was an excuse. He just brought Wang Zuxian here for a walk, so naturally he couldn't tell his third uncle.
"You just shared your exam experience with those junior brothers and sisters, did you introduce yourself?"
"That's true, no."
Tian Ping shook his head and smiled, "Then you go in like this."
"Well, let's go in like this."
"I guess they are still a little confused now, thinking who is suddenly teaching you. If you didn't only show half of your face, some students might recognize it. Come out, you are still very famous now."
"I am afraid that they will be under a lot of pressure to study, so I will give them a break."
"If you give them a break, they will be under pressure. Bigger."
Looking at Zhou Yan, Tian Ping couldn't help but sigh, "I remember that in high school, you were very introverted and didn't play much with other classmates."
< br>
“I study music, and I don’t have much time outside of class.”
“There are also many other students in the school who study art and music, but they can use their own expertise to attract some friends to gather around them.”
Zhou Yan shook his head, "Too many people gathering around will affect cultivation."
"It will affect cultivation..."
This statement is very special, but Tian Ping cannot refute it.
They say art is lonely. Tian Ping didn't believe it before, but now he somewhat believes it.
Those students in the school who rely on their artistic talents to gather a lot of good friends around them do not have much talent in the end.
"But you are much more cheerful now. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it was you who ran into the classroom to discipline the students."
Hearing Tian Ping's words , Wang Zuxian covered his mouth and laughed beside her. At the same time, she was also curious about how introverted the third brother was before.
When the two of them met, Zhou Yan had nothing to do with introversion. Sometimes when he communicated with people like Tsui Hark, he even felt like an old man.
"People will always change. Now that I am a teacher, I naturally have to talk more."
"That's true. We teachers should not be too introverted." Tian Ping held a teacup and drank. He took a sip and said, "If you really want to pass on your experience in taking exams to your junior brothers and sisters, why don't I organize a sharing session for you and let you share it in front of the whole class of students."
"Forget it, actually. The experience of taking the exam is not applicable to them. "
Zhou Yan is an art candidate. He went to Yangyin for an interview first and got a note. Then he can get into it as long as his college entrance examination scores are about the same.
When he was admitted to Yangyin University, there was no pressure at all from beginning to end.
When I went to school to take the exam, I encountered no resistance at all and got a note from the school directly.
Not to mention during the college entrance examination. He was among the top in his class, and his college entrance examination scores far exceeded Yang Yin's standards.
In the last semester, everyone else was reviewing nervously, but he was not stressed at all. He followed the routine step by step every day. After class, he would go home and practice piano and bamboo flute.
During evening self-study, other students were doing test papers, and he was reading music textbooks and composing music by himself.
Therefore, his experience is not worth learning from those junior brothers and sisters at all.
However, Tian Ping waved his hand and said, "I'm not asking you to share any experience. The main thing is that you are a successful alumnus of our school. It is very effective to come back and cheer them up."
Twenty or Thirty Years Tian Ping’s teaching experience made him understand one thing: in education, the power of role models is very powerful.
Everyone will say that teachers like them have a lot of extravagant goods in their stomachs.
But the effects of what different people say are completely different. Successful people, even if they are clichés, are more powerful than ordinary people.
And Zhou Yan is still a young man not much older than these students, making it easier for them to resonate with him.
Zhou Yan thought for a while and said, "Don't go to the whole grade. Let's do this. I will go to Class 3 to chat with my classmates in a while. I just teased them for a while, which can be considered compensation."
Listen to Zhou Yan's words Said, Tian Ping nodded, "No problem, do you want me to prepare some musical instruments for you? This will make it easier for you to share?"
"What musical instruments does the school have?"
"In the music department, except for the pipe organ, there are basically everything else, but the piano is not easy to move."
Zhou Yan nodded, "Then please, Teacher Tian, can you help me get a violin. ”
"No problem, I'll get it for you now."
After saying that, Tian Ping got up and went out very quickly, for fear that Zhou Yan would regret it.
After Tian Ping left, Wang Zuxian smiled and said, "I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence that I met a teacher you know."
"Haha, what a coincidence, in this school, I There are so many teachers I know. If I don’t meet Teacher Tian today, there is a high chance that I will meet other teachers.”
Maybe I will meet Uncle San, Zhou Yan added in his mind.
“When I was caught just now, I was scared to death.”
“What’s this? Let’s do something more exciting next time.”
“What’s more exciting?”
"Next time I go to your school, I will also find a classroom to teach the students."
"Then if you are caught by the dean, I will not care about you."
"It doesn't matter. I'm quite famous in Taiwan. Someone in your school will definitely recognize it. I still have this kind of thin noodles."
"Wouldn't it be more embarrassing if it spread out?" Wang Zuxian pursed his lips and asked again, "What did Teacher Tian teach you just now?"
"Taught Chinese."
"Then you write novels, Teacher Tian also has a contribution."
"Yes."
"He must be very proud, after all, he taught a writer."
"Speaking of which, our class also produced two writers."
"Really?"
"Well, there is a female classmate in our class named Ling Lan. She is better than me in studies. She was the city's liberal arts champion that year and was admitted to Yenching University. I heard that after graduation she went to the United States to work in the writing industry."
Wang Zuxian pursed his lips and said, "You know her development quite well."
"You're the top scholar, so of course you'll pay more attention."
"Your school seems to be very good."
"Of course, it's my alma mater after all."
Admitted to Jinling In middle school, you have one foot on the threshold of university. If you are among the top in the class, you basically have one foot on the threshold of prestigious schools such as Yanda, Shuimu, and Aurora.
Twenty years later, Jinling Middle School will be worse. However, Jinling Middle School has always been very strong in these years, and the students of Jinling Middle School have developed in an all-round way. When Zhou Yan was in school, the clubs in the school were doing quite well. .
Zhou Yan also learned that among the students of his generation, there were some who joined the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, some who joined Xinhua News Agency, and some who were good at art like him.
After a while, Tian Ping brought a violin over and said, "It doesn't look like a good violin. You probably need to tune it."
Zhou Yan took the violin and tried it, "It's still good. Okay, it should be used regularly. Just fine-tune it."
He turned the fine-tuning knob a few times and quickly adjusted the piano. "Let's go, Teacher Tian."
...
After arriving in Class 3, Wang Zuxian stayed outside the classroom. Zhou Yan pulled up his scarf and followed Tian Ping in.
Now the evening self-study has begun, and the students are much quieter.
Seeing Tian Ping bringing Zhou Yan in, the students were very curious. When Tian Ping took Zhou Yan away just now, they were confused and didn't know what was going on.
On the podium, Tian Ping pointed at Zhou Yan and said, "This is your new music teacher this semester. His surname is Zhou. You can just call him Teacher Zhou."
Hearing that Zhou Yan is the new teacher, The teacher who came was a music teacher, and the students were even more confused.
Zhou Yan's impassioned lecture just now must be a Chinese teacher rather than a political teacher. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a music teacher.
You said you are a music teacher, how can you be so good at it?
And during evening self-study, the dean came over to introduce the music teacher to the students. This music teacher also held a violin, which was a bit weird no matter how you looked at it.
Zhou Yan hugged the violin and said with a smile, "Everyone, I will give you more advice in the future."
"Teacher Zhou is still in the probation period. He will play a piece for you soon, and then everyone will vote. Decide whether to keep him or not, and if he doesn’t pass, transfer him to another class.”
After Tian Ping finished speaking, the students became even more confused.
What kind of trick is this?
Music teacher performing live? Are these students the judges? And vote to decide whether he should stay or go?
Many of them have been in school for five or six years and have never heard of such a thing.
But looking at Director Tian’s serious look, it didn’t look like he was joking.
"Please be merciful. If I succeed in running for the music teacher in Class 3, I will treat you to dinner in the future."
Zhou Yan's canvassing behavior made the students laugh.
This new music teacher is quite interesting.
Tian Ping nodded, "Okay, Teacher Zhou, let's start the performance. If you don't pass, you will have to go to other classes later."
Seeing Tian Ping's serious expression, Zhou Yan secretly gave him a thumbs up I gave him a thumbs up, but I didn’t expect Teacher Tian to have a talent for acting.
After Tian Ping walked off the stage, Zhou Yan took the violin and bowed to the students, then took a deep breath and put the bow on the strings.
When the first piece of music started playing, a burst of exclamations broke out among the students.
"It's "Kite"."
Some students recognized this piece of music as the classic soundtrack "Kite" in "Reply from Heaven".
Without exception, all the students in Jinzhong have heard this song because Zhou Yan's songs are often played on the school radio.
Zhou Yan's violin skills are average, but it is completely adequate for such an occasion.
Students in the next classroom thought "Kite" was playing music on the radio when they first heard it. After listening carefully, they realized that it was coming from Class 3.
After finishing a section of "Kite", Zhou Yan played another section of "Reunion", and then continued with the cheerful "Wind".
After this medley ended, Zhou Yan played another piece of music, which the students had never heard before.
“What is this song?” a student asked.
The other students shook their heads, and they didn't hear it either.
But this piece of music is very nice, slightly sad, and sounds a bit fatalistic.
Zhou Yan only played one section of this piece and then stopped.
When he finished his performance, before Tian Ping could say anything, some students raised their hands and shouted, "Teacher Zhou, stay and teach our class."
Other students also raised their hands. .
At this time, Tian Ping finally couldn't help laughing, "Haha, Teacher Zhou, pull down your scarf and let them see who you are."
Zhou Yan smiled and pulled down the scarf, revealing The whole face.
A little fat man sitting in the first row suddenly stood up and shouted, "Zhou Yan!?" (End of Chapter)