From the first class in the morning, Class Three began to spread the gossip that Si Yajing was going to resign. The students gathered in twos and threes, whispering and talking about it. The whole classroom was like 36,000 ducks rushing in, shaking the roof so hard that a layer of dust fell down.
Although they had only been together for half a year, to these 16- and 17-year-old boys and girls, the quiet, beautiful, gentle and generous Teacher Si was not only a responsible chemistry teacher, but more of a sister, a warm person, and a dream and totem that made the boring high school life colorful like Ye Yuting. Everyone was reluctant to part with her, and several female classmates expressed their disbelief angrily and argued with Li Bao and others who were so sure of their words.
Wen Liang sat quietly in his seat, as if the surrounding noise and disturbance did not exist, quietly flipping through the manuscript in his hand - this was the first draft of "China Can Say No" sent back by Fan Bo from Su Hai Wu An - it must be said that once people are inspired, the energy they burst out will make Superman look at them sideways. In less than a month, Fan Bo had to help Ye Zhiwei handle the various matters of Biluochun while filling in the text in the framework prepared by Wen Liang. So far, he has done both very well.
After reading the last page, Wen Liang was full of confidence that this book could once again set off a climax of national madness in the alternation of two time and space. After all, the previous life's "China Can Say No" was just a cynical work created by five freshly graduated college students in indignation. It did not have any profound insights and connotations except inciting emotions and creating hormonal impulses. But with Uncle Wen, who has lived two lives, taking charge, and Teacher Fan, who is well-versed in history and modern times, running the business, it is foreseeable that the momentum will be even greater than before.
"Wen Liang, is Teacher Si really leaving?"
Ji Su poked Wen Liang's arm with a pen. Wen Liang smiled and said, "It should be true. Teacher Si hasn't come to class for a long time. I heard that he has applied for resignation from the school. Today he will give us his last class..."
"Oh, it turns out to be true..."
The girl's soft and bright eyes were full of reluctance and sadness. She slowly lay down on the table, her slender hands supporting her chin, staring blankly at the podium not far away. Her long black hair spread on her shoulders, as soft as her heart.
What a sentimental age!
But it is precisely because of this that youth seems so charming, making people still linger on it many years later, isn't it
Not to mention that Si Yajing's departure was under Wen Liang's control, even if it was the departure of any other beloved teacher, for Wen Liang, who now has a heart as strong as a rock, a small farewell would not move his heart at all, and naturally he could not understand Ji Su's feelings at the moment. But as a senior uncle who raised many lolis, he knew very well what he should say at this time.
"You also know that Teacher Si is divorced from her husband. Although the school is a simple place, there are still many rumors and slanders. Facing her former colleagues and classmates may be an unbearable pressure and burden for her. In this case, it is better to go to another unfamiliar place and start a completely new life, right?"
Wen Liang said softly: "It must be a very painful thing for Teacher Si to leave us and leave the podium, but there is a saying that goes, a short pain is worse than a long pain. What we should do is not to be sad about her departure, but to be happy that Teacher Si can completely get rid of the past..."
Ji Su listened carefully to Wen Liang's words. After a while, a brilliant smile bloomed on his lips and he nodded heavily: "You are right, I should pray that in all the days to come, Teacher Si will always be happy!"
Wen Liang smiled slightly, and his wretched uncle personality suddenly burst out. He reached out and rubbed Ji Su's hair, and said in the tone of a father teaching his daughter: "Be good!"
Ji Su's pretty face turned red and she bit her lower lip gently, but she did not resist at all. She lowered her head shyly and let his palm stroke her hair.
Wenliang's heart moved, and he was instantly mesmerized by the girl's blush and tenderness.
The most touching thing is the gentleness of that head lowered, the shyness that cannot be overcome by the cool breeze. When the destined person walks out from the illusion and haze, there is no escape, to love or to be loved!
"Ouch, my eyes are going blind, ouch, it hurts, it hurts!"
Ren Yi's funny voice came from behind. Wen Liang retracted his hand, turned around and said with a smile: "Brother Ren, you are well-read and talented. Haven't you heard the words of the sages, don't look at what is not proper, don't listen to what is not proper?"
"Confucius also said, 'The utmost sincerity can communicate with the gods.' Since I have seen and heard it, how can I pretend that I didn't see or hear it? There are gods above my head, so I can't lie with my eyes open!"
Wen Liang has been busy lately, and the number of times he comes to school is almost the same as the number of times Ren Yi successfully picks up girls. The direct consequence of this is that without anyone to bicker with, Ren Wenqing is so anxious that his mouth is irritated.
As he added wolfberries to his water cup, he quoted from classics and replied with a bit of the demeanor of a master who was strolling in the garden. Wen Liang laughed out loud. He had just read this sentence. After knowing each other for such a long time, he finally had the opportunity to catch Ren Yi's pigtails in literature. Why not take advantage of the victory and say: "Brother Ren, Confucius said 'the utmost sincerity', but it is a sentence in the "Book of Filial Piety". The so-called utmost sincerity refers to being particularly filial to parents, not to being the most honest in life."
"Ha," Ren Yi suddenly regained his fighting spirit, put down the small bag full of wolfberries in his hand, and said contemptuously: "To become Yao through Jie is like throwing an egg at a stone or using your finger to circumvent a boiling pot!"
He could understand the rest, but what did he mean by "Jie Jie Zuo Yao"? Wen Liang scratched his head and said angrily, "Speak human language!"
Ren Yi laughed and said, "Brother Wen, you are discussing the Four Books and Five Classics with me. You are just showing off your sword in front of Guanyin. Can cold weapons defeat immortal magic? Sincerity comes from filial piety, but Confucius's meaning is to talk about sincerity from filial piety. So, it is better to have no books than to believe in them blindly. When it comes to reading, talent is still needed!"
After saying that, he proudly threw another handful of wolfberries into the water cup. Ji Su and Meng Ke covered their mouths and chuckled. They were accustomed to the verbal battles between Wen Liang and Ren Yi, and knew that this was how the two got along. However, their feelings were deeper than anyone else's, so they were no longer surprised.
Wen Liang glanced at the wolfberries in the cup and decisively changed the subject, saying with a smile: "Brother Ren, you have a sore throat, so why are you still drinking wolfberries?"
Speaking of the sudden pimples on his face, it is a lingering pain for Ren Yi recently. He touched his face with resentment and said viciously: "I am fighting poison with poison. Don't you believe that I, Ren, can't cure a few pimples!"
Wen Liang flipped through the bag of wolfberries and said, "The brand from Jiangdong is not good. We have to use wolfberries from Ningxia!"
"Ningxia?" Ren Yi said disdainfully: "What's so good about Ningxia wolfberries?"
Wen Liang decided to use a less famous joke from later generations to explain this common sense known to everyone in this Internet age. He raised his finger, motioning Ren Yi to come closer, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"Of course it's good. Haven't you heard of a song that goes like this: 'Ningxia wolfberry is good, Ningxia wolfberry is good. If men eat too much, women can't stand it. If women eat too much, men can't stand it. If both men and women eat too much..."
Ren Yi had no resistance to the dirty jokes. He squeezed his head over and asked obscenely, "How is it?"
"The bed can't bear it!"
Wen Liang sang the last sentence in the tone of Peking Opera, with its ups and downs and heart-wrenching voice, coupled with Ren Yi's lewd laugh, it was simply the ultimate song in the world of sex, full of rhythm and subtlety.
Ren Yi was so tempted that he said, "Let's buy some to try. Where can I buy it?"
"I can't buy it. The production of this thing is low..."
"Grass, it's so good, why don't you plant more!"
Wen Liang was so disappointed that he said, "You are so stupid. Plant more. If you plant too much, the land won't be able to bear it!"
Ren Yi was convinced now. He took Wen Liang's hand and sighed, "Brother Wen, you are really talented!"
Ji Meng and the other two girls had no idea what Wen Liang said that made Ren Yi bow his head and admit defeat. However, looking at their expressions, they were definitely having the dirty thoughts of the boys again. They all pouted and went to No. 1 hand in hand.
The swaying figures and the twin flowers in bloom were truly indescribably graceful and charming. Wen Liang and Ren Yi's eyes fell on their hands at the same time, and they both made a spit and shook them off.
In the third period of the morning, when Si Yajing walked in with a chemistry book, all the students stood up. Zhang Tianqi shouted hoarsely, "Stand up, hello, teacher!"
“Hello, teacher!”
After a brief silence, Ji Su, Meng Ke, Ren Yi, Li Bao, Ma Gang, Zhang Ziyun and many more, all shouted "Hello, teacher" at the top of their voices. The impulse and passion of youth, the memories and sorrow of youth, the immature but tearful faces, this day of separation, are engraved in their hearts.
Si Yajing spread out the lesson plan, and placed her hands on the edge of the table. Her beautiful figure remained the same as always. Her twinkling eyes swept across the audience. Suddenly, she smiled and said softly, "Hello, students. Please sit down. Class is about to begin!"
Time passed quickly, and the bell rang. Before Si Yajing could announce the end of get out of class, a group of people immediately rushed to the podium and surrounded Si Yajing. People kept stuffing prepared cards into her hands. Many girls couldn't help crying, and the boys also resisted the urge to cry. Their eyes were slightly red, but they still raised their heads stubbornly, blocking the door and blocking the teacher's way out.
Si Yajing was a little reluctant to leave when she came to school today, but when the third female teacher came over and held her hand and said comforting words, her eyes occasionally showed ridicule, she finally understood Wen Liang's worry. At this point, leaving was the only choice. But when she walked into the third class classroom, heard the young children shouting "Hello, teacher", heard the girls sobbing, and heard the boys hesitantly trying to keep her, her heart was deeply touched again.
Si Yajing smiled, admonished, and comforted, but her eyes passed through the crowd surging around her and fell on Wenliang's face at the outermost edge.
His gentle eyes melted the separation and diluted the sadness. From now on, there is someone who will accompany me and never leave me!
No regrets anymore!
(Let me practice first. I won’t say sorry anymore. My brothers are tired of hearing it. It’s better to treat this book as a dessert after a meal. Don’t talk about chasing or praising it. Come and have a look when you have time. If you are tired of the main meal and want to change the taste, you can also come and flip through it.
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