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Can burning some sacrifices solve the problem?

Although it is now dark, the masked man doesn't want to go to the back mountain, but since Sang Feiwan has given clear instructions, he might as well go.

Maybe the other party will accept the sacrifice and won't bother him anymore?

Fire cannot be used on the mountain, so the masked man placed offerings and burned some paper money at the foot of the mountain.

"Teacher Zou, please let go of your obsession and be at peace. I am a new teacher in the school. It is difficult to find a job now, and it is even more difficult to find a regular job, so I really can't give up easily. I beg you to be kind and not come to me. I have no grudge against you, so please don't embarrass me anymore..."

After burning the last piece of paper and watching the flame gradually getting smaller, the masked man was about to pack up and go back.

At this moment, a stack of paper money was thrown in, and the fire that was almost extinguished suddenly jumped up.

A thin man squatted down and slowly threw paper into the basin.

The bright firelight reflected on his face, allowing the masked man to see his appearance clearly.

"Are you Zhang Fan? You're here after all!"

The information provided by the principal included a photo of Zhang Fan when he was a student, and his facial features were the same as the man in front of him.

Zhang Fan nodded, and the firelight flickered in his dark eyes from time to time.

"I wasn't planning to come." Zhang Fan lowered his eyes, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

Student days should be unforgettable youthful years for many people, but for Zhang Fan, his student days are a series of painful scars and indelible painful memories.

He looked at the flame in the basin and said softly, "Teacher Zou, I actually asked you for help. But I was timid and scared at that time, and my speech was intermittent. You didn't have the patience to listen to me and left with the textbook..."

Children with fragile hearts are also more sensitive. Sometimes just a casual glance can make them feel uneasy for the whole day.

Unable to turn to for help, he gradually fell into despair and silently endured all the humiliation.

When you can't stand it anymore, you will want to go to extremes.

At that time, his whole world was dark and he couldn't see any light.

"Then I took a year off from school, and then transferred to another school and met another teacher..."

When mentioning this teacher, a smile appeared on Zhang Fan's lips, and his whole temperament became brighter.

When the new teacher saw him for the first time, he was surprised and said: "You look like the singer Li Lin. Do you sing well too?"

Zhang Fan lowered his head and said nothing. As a child who had always been self-deprecating and timid, even the looks from his classmates made him feel at a loss.

On the first day of school, the new teacher handed out a test paper.

Of course Zhang Fan didn’t do well in the exam and didn’t even pass.

But when the results were announced in the afternoon, the new teacher praised him in public.

Zhang Fan was very surprised: I clearly failed the exam, why are you praising me?

The new teacher smiled and said, "I've seen Zhang Fan's previous grades. Compared to before, his grades today have increased by 10 points! That means he has been working hard while on sick leave. Not only did his grades not fall, but they have improved by 10 points. This is really amazing!"

"I hope everyone can learn from Zhang Fan, take themselves as opponents, and work hard to surpass their past selves. Defeating others is nothing, defeating yourself is the real hero. When you make progress every day, you are invincible!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole class burst into thunderous applause.

Zhang Fan stood on the stage in a daze, facing the friendly gazes of his classmates and the praises of his teacher, a warm feeling slowly welled up in his heart.

He laughed, and his eyes turned red as he laughed.

He never knew that he could shine so brightly one day. He also knew that he was excellent and could be recognized and accepted by everyone.

"It turns out that I'm not the waste that everyone hates!"

Even many years later, Zhang Fan still remembers that day when his teacher stood on the podium and the bright morning sun cast a layer of sacred light around the teacher.

When he looked up again, there was no trace of gloom on Zhang Fan's face. He said to the masked man, "Teacher is a great profession, and it is also a conscientious profession. Some teachers are a beam of light that can illuminate the path of a child's life. But some... are the last straw that breaks the camel's back."

He smiled and said, "I am very lucky. I met my light, which guided me out of the darkness. So I no longer have any resentment in my heart. It's just that I feel a little uncomfortable when I occasionally think of those unbearable memories in the past."

He threw the last piece of paper money in his hand into the fire, then stood up and shouted loudly into the depths of the forest:

"Teacher Zou, I don't blame you anymore! I've let it go, so you should let it go too!"

At the foot of the quiet mountain, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, and a piece of ashes in the basin was lifted up and floated. When it floated past Zhang Fan's ears, a whisper came faintly: "I'm sorry..."

Zhang Fan stretched out his hand, and a small piece of ash slowly fell into his palm.

"Teacher Zou," he said softly, choking with sobs, "go away, go to where you should go. Be well...we are all well..."

The next moment, the ash floated up again, drifting farther and farther, drifting towards... another world.

"Is he... gone?" The masked man also noticed something.

Zhang Fan nodded: "He should have left."

The masked man breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that he's gone, it's good that he's gone. I shouldn't have nightmares about hanging myself again, right?"

He opened a bottle of mineral water and poured the ashes in the iron basin thoroughly before walking out with Zhang Fan.

On the way, Zhang Fan asked him: "Are you the new teacher in the school?"

The masked man nodded: "I was recruited by the school from another place. I didn't expect to encounter these things as soon as I entered the school. Fortunately, the problem has been resolved, and I can work with peace of mind in the future."

"I hope you can become a good teacher." Zhang Fan waved and left.

The masked man stood at the edge of the playground, watching Zhang Fan leave, and thinking back to what he had just said:

"Teacher is a great profession and a conscientious profession. Some teachers are a beam of light that can illuminate the path of a child's life. But some... are the last straw that breaks the camel's back."

"I will definitely be a good teacher! Definitely!" He said in a firm tone. He was speaking to Zhang Fan and also setting a goal for himself.