In a blink of an eye, more than three months passed.
Time flies like water. In the past few months, Lin Wenxi has been working day and night, eating and drinking, but his health is much better than before. He concurrently serves as the language, mathematics, foreign language, music, labor, and physical education teacher for hundreds of students in the entire school, and has long become a dignified king of children. In the past three months, except for Huang Xiya, who contacted her three times, there was no news from anyone, and her father Lin Ziwei didn't even say a word at all.
On this day, Lin Wenxi sat silently among the bamboos, stroking the only high-end electronic keyboard that the village chief had applied to his superiors for a long time to purchase. The wind blows through the bamboos, the bamboo shadows climb on the wall, and the wind plays the piano, and Manman sings: "You will feel love, hate, and forgiveness. Life will not only be filled with sadness. He can't take your paradise with him when he leaves..." "
It is said that those born on the Chinese Valentine's Day meet the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl and are blessed by the Magpie Bridge. They will have a smooth and stable relationship and will be happy all their lives. There is also a saying that the Chinese Valentine's Day is the time when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet, but it is also the night of separation. If someone is born in the middle of the night after the Chinese Valentine's Day, it often indicates a bumpy love journey and unpredictable fortunes and misfortunes. But Lin Wenxi came to the world exactly late at night on the Chinese Valentine's Day. This year's Chinese Valentine's Day happened to be his eighteenth birthday.
For so many years, Lin Wenxi's birthday is roughly the same every year. His mother, Huang Xiya, carefully cooks some side dishes and buys fruit drinks. No matter how busy Lin Ziwei is, he will rest at home on this day and celebrate together as a family. When Lin Wenxi was a child, she always thought it was because her father loved her. As she grew up, she gradually became curious about why there was no birthday cake or candles every birthday, but there was a bouquet of delicate red roses.
Lin Wenxi, who was somewhat sensible, was a little angry, so one Chinese Valentine's Day, he poured a basin of warm water, shook off the entire bouquet of roses, and happily enjoyed a foot massage with rose fragrance. At that time, my father and my mother had entered the bedroom early, and they were doing something rustling inside. By the time my father came out satisfied, the red roses had already faded away and turned into "flowers with a thousand bones." Fortunately, his father seemed to be in a good mood and only asked Lin Wenxi to copy the Song of Everlasting Regret ten times. So Lin Wenxi copied an extra small note and stuffed it in his father's bedroom. It read: "July 7, Eternal Life Palace, midnight." When no one is whispering." His father's face turned red with anger, but he was blameless. Lin Wenxi felt that he understood something that night.
Lin Wenxi's actual birthday is a little vague. She always thinks it must be when she was four or five years old. When she was a child, her brother played house with her and made a wooden sedan to carry her, saying it was to welcome her. . Why can't he remember it? Lin Wenxi sighed heavily, lying on his side with the calendar in his arms, his brows stretched out, just remember the happiness at that time, why bother to recall all the details.
It rained heavily the next day, and the Chinese Valentine's Day coincided with the school's half-month summer vacation. This also meant that Lin Wenxi's teaching career was coming to an end. Two days ago, Hongxuan had called to tell him that on the eighth day of the lunar month, he would come to take Lin Wenxi home in the afternoon.
The second class in the afternoon ended, and before four o'clock, all the farmers and women in the village were already crowded on the steps of the school gate, lining up to wait for their children. Normally, he would have crowded into the yard, chatting in small groups about whose children were disobedient and how to beat them. However, after I heard that there were high-achieving students from well-known universities in the provincial capital who came to the countryside to teach as substitute teachers, the most respectful way I could think of was to wait quietly in line while holding farm specialties in their hands.
Lin Wenxi originally wanted to decline all the gifts from the parents of the students, but she didn't know that the folks in this small mountain village were so straightforward. When they said they would not accept gifts, they thought they would only accept "melatonin". She was so anxious that she asked if her children were not behaving well. Lin Wenxi punished him severely, and some parents even pulled their children over and gave him a slap in the face in public, scolding him for not living up to expectations and not listening to the teacher. Lin Wenxi pulled the innocent child over, and in desperation, he accepted the gifts one by one, including sweet potatoes, cucumbers, dried beans, steamed buns, and sweet corn stalks. They were all delicacies that he and his playmates had "sneaked around" when he was a child.
God, I must let myself recall enough of my childhood. Lin Wenxi looked at each student with a happy and slightly bitter smile on his lips.
"Er Niu has a good memory and can memorize things quickly. He will definitely be very promising when he grows up."
"Yumei, you have very skillful hands. She folds the most neatly origami among all the people she teaches."
Lin Wenxi passed the hands of students one after another to their parents. To everyone's surprise, in the past few months, Lin Wenxi was able to match the names and appearances of more than a hundred students in three classes. , and Lin Wenxi clearly understands their preferences and advantages.
"The children are very obedient and well-behaved. This Xiaofeng is a bit naughty and likes to fight, but as long as you talk to him properly, he will be obedient and not bully the children in the lower grades. Moreover, he is very good at sports and has a good physical foundation. Okay, it's a good seedling." Lin Wenxi grabbed a tall, dark-skinned child and helped him wipe his nose with a smile.
"Oh, Teacher Lin, don't
He got his hands dirty. My kid is very naughty. Just hit him and scold him. Don't be too nice to him. He's just a bitch. The peasant woman smiled happily, twisting the child's mouth and scolding: "Teacher Lin is so kind to you. If you bully your classmates again, I will break your legs when you go home."
There was a child next to him who burst into tears and sobbed, "Teacher, he doesn't bully those in the lower grades, he only bullies those in our class, woo woo woo."
Lin Wenxi picked him up with a smile, put her forehead against the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile: "Little pole, if he bullies you, just race with him. No one can beat you in long-distance and short-distance running. You can also hit him." Then run away, hit him again, and run away again." The student who called Xiaozhanzi burst into tears and laughed. Those parents did not expect that Lin Wenxi taught their children this way, and found it novel and funny.
Xiaofeng turned around and said, "For Teacher Lin's sake, I won't hit you in the future, but you can't pull Cuihua's braids too often."
After hearing this, Xiao Zhanzi felt that he had been accused, and was so embarrassed that he wanted to cry. Lin Wenxi gently gave him a chestnut chisel and said: "You are an eight or nine-year-old child. If you want to be a little adult, don't cry all the time. If you want to cry, , look up at the blue sky, and you won’t want to cry.”
"You are my son, Lin Ziwei. From today on, don't let me see you crying. Just look up at the sky if you want to cry." This is what my father once said to himself.
Lin Wenxi went back alone. The campus was suddenly deserted. There was only an old security man at the door, who was packing his things. Tomorrow, when Teacher Lin comes down from the mountain, he would lock it up for half a month to welcome the new semester. He heard that a new teacher was coming.
"Teacher Lin, you teach so well, we can't bear to leave you. My little grandson's grades are as good as sesame seeds under your supervision, and he will be admitted to the township primary school in the second half of the year." The old security guard took Lin Wenxi's hand and said, Xu Xu said.
"He is very smart. He relies on himself. I just provide a little guidance." Lin Wenxi said politely.
"Hey, if my son could have met a good teacher like you before, he wouldn't have to carry a hoe for the rest of his life." The old man was so excited that his eyes were red, and he couldn't help but thank him.
"I believe the new teacher will be very good. I take the villagers' affairs very seriously, and there will be many Teacher Lins here." Lin Wenxi said solemnly.
"Okay, okay, Teacher Lin said so, I'm completely at ease." The old man suddenly became energetic, raised his head high, and neatly tidied up the small campus courtyard. Lin Wenxi rolled up her trouser legs, hunched over, and braved the rain to clean the blocked drainage ditch in the playground.
The sky in the evening was as gloomy as an eternal night. The wind in the corridor brought heavy rain and poured it on Lin Wenxi. He did not cover himself up and allowed the rain to soak him. The dim light bulb swayed slightly in the room, blown by the wind from nowhere. The shadow of the lamp swayed, just like the darkness whispering and comforting Lin Wenxi. Lin Wenxi looked at the bean-like light dimly. I don’t know how many days later, it would be there again. Before setting off, which university should I go to? It should take some time, so let’s go back to Kiuo University and check it out. Zhao Yuan, what's wrong? Is Gu Xi still sad for Zheng Kai? What's the point of going back? If we say goodbye again, we won't know what the years are like.
The ringing of the phone sounded like a howling ghost in the silent night. Lin Wenxi was startled and answered the phone. It was the village chief who said that there was heavy wind and rain, and he was worried that Lin Wenxi was not safe in the school building, so he wanted to send someone to take Lin Wenxi down the mountain to rest. Lin Wenxi deliberately declined for a long time before dispelling the village chief's doubts.
After going down the mountain, he would probably be invited to the wine bureau of each village cadre. Originally, Lin Wenxi would not refuse. As Lin Ziwei's child, he had long thought that there would be such a moment, and he would raise the wine glass on his father's behalf. According to his father's original intention After graduating from Kiuo University, he will study abroad, take the civil service examination, and climb up the ladder step by step. Or, maybe he will take a helicopter like Chen Wanxin. As for the future, Lin Wenxi doesn't know. That way, it was just a closed loop. He couldn't escape, and he never thought of escaping.
After answering the phone, Lin Wenxi suddenly felt a chill on his shoulders. The wind poured in from the door and made him shiver with cold. Then he checked the stove. The fire was strong and he could boil hot water.
Lin Wenxi thought again of last year's twelfth lunar month of winter. After taking a cold shower for more than a month, she surprisingly didn't catch a cold. She must have had nothing to do with the wind and rain in this midsummer. Before she knew it, she suddenly thought of that person again, taking a shower in the bathroom. I was taking a cold shower, holding my voice and learning to sing, thinking about it, feeling a little embarrassed.
But he was surprised to find that he was smiling in the mirror.
Lin Wenxi winked at the mirror and gently stroked her forehead. At the age of eighteen, all youthfulness had faded away, and some stubble had begun to grow in her mouth. Sure enough, she was no longer like the "Jade-faced Man" whom everyone praised in high school. . Looking up again, Lin Wenxi suddenly found that besides himself, another blurry figure suddenly appeared in the mirror.