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In early April, two labor classes per week also started.

Mainly working in nurseries.

The class where the labor class was taught was the same class where Fang Chen taught them art class.

The students were surprised and excited.

Teachers and students are harmonious. In the spring nursery, everyone is busy preparing the land, sowing seeds, and transplanting.

Suddenly a student shouted: "Teacher, teacher, what do you think this is?"

Fang Chen went over to take a look, and it turned out that there was a nest of brightly colored larvae with bristles under a pile of leaves. Based on Fang Chen's knowledge of entomology that he had not forgotten at the time, he judged them to be gypsy moth larvae, so she picked up the shovel without saying anything. , beat them to pieces, then thrust the shovel into the ground coolly, clapped his hands and planned to give a lecture to the students.

At this time, Fang Chen realized that the students who had formed a large circle did not look at him with the usual admiring eyes, but instead looked at him with a look of astonishment and even disgust. Fang Chen didn't know what he had done wrong, and he was embarrassed. Said: "This is a pest that does great harm..."

However, no one seemed to hear Fang Chen's words. The students dispersed silently and seemed very disappointed. Only one girl muttered in a low voice: "Poor family..."

The labor behind was a bit dull.

After Fang Chen reflected on it, he understood that the students had a huge psychological shadow.

The young mind was hurt.

I didn’t expect today’s children to be so kind. The act of killing the bugs by himself seemed too cruel in their eyes.

What Fang Chen did was a normal behavior for a nursery teacher, and the students regarded Fang Chen as an art teacher, so...

Come to think of it, such a beautiful little insect!

This is also killing.

However, how can those who study agriculture and forestry avoid this?

In the art class the next day, Fang Chen specifically mentioned this matter again, wanting to tell everyone that killing pests is common in agricultural and forestry production.

But even after saying a few words, I felt it was wrong.

The students' cold and pitiful looks made Fang Chen realize: No matter what, killing is wrong.

Every living thing has the right to live.

As an art teacher, killing is even more wrong.

In fact, in the students' minds, their expected persona for Fang Chen collapsed.

Fang Chen didn't know.

This prompted her to think about life issues in many aspects, and she suddenly realized that in her daily life, she was responsible for killing fish and chickens, stewing meat and cooking shrimps. This was simply killing countless animals and committing many crimes!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shudder.

Life is hard!

After that, something quietly changed at Fang Chen's dining table.

More and more vegetarian!

Fang Chen took the time to buy a few brushes and planned to return to his old career - painting traditional Chinese paintings.

Jianjian's violin lessons also went very well.

The days just passed.

After May Day, my college classmate Qin Jing called again.

"Old classmate, do you have time recently? Come and get together at my place?"

"Okay, you set a time."

Qin Jing was the Youth League branch secretary of her class back then, and she stayed at the school to work after graduation. Of course, she took care of all the gatherings and the like.

This afternoon, Fang Chen came to Jinghua Forestry University.

In the grand office in the new building, I met Qin Jing, who was still slim and beautiful, and three college classmates who worked in Jinghua.

Although everyone is in Beijing, the southeast, northwest, and northwest are all in separate areas. It has been many years since they last met. This time it was because of the preparations for the 15th anniversary party of graduation that everyone was able to get together.

During the chat, Fang Chen saw a stack of paintings on Qin Jing's desk and asked casually, "Are you also teaching art now?"

"No, how can I teach art with my amateur level? This is collected for others, and it is an assignment for an on-the-job graduate class."

"Oh, the homework for the graduate class must be of a very high level. Can you study it?"

"Take it and look at it as you like, but I'm afraid it won't catch your eye."

Fang Chen looked through the paintings one by one and found no outstanding paintings. He was about to put them down when he suddenly froze.

Why does this one look so familiar?

Isn't this the students' still life sketching exercise for the last class of last semester?

There are still traces of my own modifications on it!

Quickly looking at the lower right corner, it was written Wan Fangfang!

The scene was quickly replayed in her mind: Yu Meifang walked to Wan Fangfang's table and picked up a textbook. Half of her sketch exercises were exposed underneath. Wan Fangfang hurriedly grabbed the textbook and put it back where it was, along with another textbook. Place them side by side, covering the exercises tightly.

That's it!

Fang Chen couldn't help but slap the painting on the table. Several old classmates were startled and looked at Fang Chen in surprise.

Qin Jing was also stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Let me tell you, I can't catch your eye. All working graduate students have families and careers, so how can they have time to paint seriously?"

Fang Chen also realized that he had lost his composure and was busy typing: "There are a few good ones too."

As he said that, he picked up the pile of paintings again, thinking to himself, I want to see who else has them!

Sure enough, I saw two more still life sketches of my students, with the names of Zhang Chunting and Chen Gaofeng written in the lower right corners respectively!

If you look carefully, you can still vaguely see traces of erasures under their names!

This all clicked. Zhang Chunting hurriedly covered the test paper on the painting, and the moment she entered Teacher Yang's office, Chen Gaofeng was hiding a thick pile in the cabinet. Now I understand, then They are all paintings by my students!

"Let's go, let's go eat."

The classmates finally got together, so they had to have a drink anyway.