"I have always thought that Wang Ling is a very good child. He doesn't make trouble in school. He is very peaceful. No matter how poor you are, you can't afford education. I hope that this time after our school's special poverty subsidy is approved, it can really help Wang Ling. Classmate. With Wang Ling’s talent, I think as long as there are enough resources, it will not be a problem to enter the golden elixir realm.” When Teacher Pan said these words, he reached out and rubbed Wang Ling’s head. His expression became a bit sad again...
The old man nodded: "What Teacher Pan said makes sense. No matter how poor you are, you can't afford education! Ling Ling has always been the pride of our Wang family."
Teacher Pan smiled and nodded, like a chicken pecking at rice.
Afterwards, the old man sincerely invited Teacher Pan to hang out upstairs in the villa. The two of them talked and laughed, while Wang Ling followed them calmly. When Teacher Pan walked to the study, Father and Mother Wang who were hiding inside held their breath at the same time.
"Teacher Pan, what's wrong..." the old man asked.
Teacher Pan pointed to the study and felt a breath: "There seems to be someone in there?"
Wang Ling sweated and quickly used a force to cover up the auras of Father and Mother Wang. Teacher Pan used his spiritual sense to sense it again, and then found that the aura he had felt before had disappeared again, so he frowned strangely: "Hey, that's weird..."
The old man smiled awkwardly: "...Maybe it's a mouse."
Teacher Pan was shocked: "Are there any rats in this villa?"
The old man sighed helplessly: "In the suburbs, it's not uncommon to see rats. These rats are rich in protein and can be eaten anywhere else. In the past, when my family couldn't afford food, I often caught rats and roasted them for my child's father. Let’s eat.”
Teacher Pan: "..."
"..." Wang Ling suddenly discovered that the old man's tricking skills were a bit strong.
…
Amid the conversation and laughter, it was almost noon, and Teacher Pan and the old man came down from upstairs.
"Mr. Wang, I have two students to visit in the afternoon, so let's go here first today." Teacher Pan looked at the old man and smiled.
This smile made the old man feel a little distracted. Seeing that Teacher Pan was about to reach the entrance, the old man quickly took Teacher Pan's hand and said, "Teacher Pan hasn't eaten yet. Do you want to stay and eat some?"
"This... how embarrassing..."
As the old man spoke, he had already taken off the apron on the hanger: "It's just a simple meal. How about the sweet and sour pork ribs set?"
Teacher Pan's expression changed a little. The old man's words seemed like an arrow, hitting an old photo album in her memory. This old photo album is very worn and has turned yellow. The photo paper on each page is so blurry that even the faces on it can't be seen clearly...
Teacher Pan finally stayed, but his expression was obviously a little different from before.
A set of sweet and sour pork ribs…
This should be my favorite thing to eat when I was young.
How could this person know
Is it a coincidence
Teacher Pan fell silent, sitting quietly in the living room and waiting, without speaking to Wang Ling. He just looked at the old man busy in the kitchen with his eyes a little lost.
The old man was holding a kitchen knife. His old hands had mottled wrinkles and several obvious old wounds. Both the left hand holding the chopping board and the right hand holding the knife were covered with calluses.
Needless to say, Teacher Pan can guess that the old man is an old chef who has been in the industry for at least dozens of years.
Teacher Pan just recalled it quietly. The old photo in his memory seemed to have some outlines. But the old man had already prepared the simple meal resolutely.
This is a sweet and sour spareribs rice bowl. The red spareribs are soaked in the crystal soup. The spareribs are wrapped in a translucent golden coating, exuding a refreshing smell. Just smelling the fragrance, but I can't help but make people's saliva secrete faster.
Teacher Pan stared at the pieces of ribs, his eyes obviously a little distracted.
"In the past, this rice bowl was my specialty. I haven't made it for a long time, so I don't know if the taste is still right." The old man took off his apron and sat opposite Teacher Pan.
"Teacher Pan, try it now!"
"Okay, thank you Mr. Wang."
Teacher Pan ate the rice in small mouthfuls, and then took a bite of the ribs. The pork ribs cooked by the old man are very soft and have a melt-in-your-mouth feeling, but the taste seems to be a little special, especially when the juice bursts in the taste buds, it actually has a refreshing taste, which makes people unable to bear it. Great appetite.
"It has such a special taste." Teacher Pan was full of praise: "Why is there a cool feeling in this sweet and sour pork ribs?"
Mr. Wang: "I just found out that the sugar at home was gone, so I used emergency syrup to replace it."
Teacher Pan: "..."
Wang Ling: "..."
Before leaving, Teacher Pan stood at the door and bowed deeply to the old man: "Thank you Mr. Wang for the hospitality. Your cooking is great."
The old man was a little sentimental: "Welcome Teacher Pan to visit us again next time."
"Definitely." Teacher Pan stood at the gate of the Wang family's villa, smiling slightly. The afternoon sun reflected on her face. She gradually relaxed her frown, and there was a flicker of light in her eyes, an extremely soft expression. The old man solemnly said goodbye, then slowly turned around and left.
Wang Ling looked at this scene, and he knew that this first love story that spanned many years and time had come to an end at this moment.
The old man just stood at the door, watching Teacher Pan walk along Donghuang Road to the bus stop.
At the end of the story, Teacher Pan still failed to recognize who the old man was.
But all this doesn't seem to be that important to the old man anymore.
…
In the middle of the night, the old man sat in the living room and dug out the first love letter from that year. On the back of the love letter, stroke by stroke, he wrote his final farewell to his first love.
This is the first and last hymn...
Regardless of the throbbing beginning,
Or is it the end of unrequited love now
The feeling of moving after more than thirty years of journey,
The ending has been written.
…
I suddenly forgot the beginning of that pursuit,
But it’s hard to forget your young face,
Write an end to those thirty years of youth,
Everything is wonderful.
…
Youth, first love…
Both books seem to have been written in a hurry.
But fortunately, that last bit is full stop.
Spotted on the colorful clouds,
May your happiness be like that rainbow,
your happiness is the sun in my world…
In the bedroom, Wang Ling quietly looked at the last hymn written by the old man.
At this moment, Wang Ling suddenly understood something.
The most beautiful relationship is not to grow old together with the person you love, but to happily watch the rainbow set up on the horizon after the storm of love, watching you step on the seven-color rainbow and go away little by little...
(End of chapter)