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When Shao Youguang was just in high school, the textile factory allocated dormitories to female workers, and no one wanted to live in the tube building at first. His mother, Zhao Fengqiu, was smart, and was the first to respond to the factory policy. small courtyard.

The terrain is so high that the teenage Shao Youguang looked out the window and could see the Hunshui River flowing past silently.When the sun is good, it crawls slowly like a python with scales.Looking over there, there is a not-so-high mountain that separates this place from another suburb.

Zhao Fengqiu was very stubborn and insisted on planting a crabapple tree in the ten square meter yard.But she didn't know how to grow flowers and trees, two of them died one after another, and the third wild species, which came from nowhere, was finally raised.Zhao Fengqiu was very happy and let the tree spread its leaves and branches all over the place.It extends all the way to the next door house that is separated by a wall.

In April and May, it is covered with bright red flowers. The flowers bloom very well, but they always have no fragrance.

Shao Youguang's family lives in the east end, and there is a neighbor next to his house. Aunt Song of the neighbor's family came from Shanghai when she went to the mountains and went to the countryside. She got married and had a child, so she stayed in this dilapidated small town.Shao Youguang knew that Aunt Song's house was special since he was a child, because Zhao Fengqiu always sent him to the next door to deliver things, sometimes it was freshly wrapped spring rolls, sometimes it was a box of pomegranates from nowhere, and they were distributed in a large bamboo basket. Send it in a bowl.Another point is very special. At that time, there were several children in every household. Even a family like Shao Youguang had a younger sister who was eight years younger than him.

But Aunt Song's family is an only child, which means that Shao Youguang has only one small neighbor.

The little neighbor is Ji Jian. Obviously, Ji Jian is the person who wrote the diary.

"Teacher Ji!"

The principal Sheng Weimin hurriedly stopped Ji Jian from behind.

"Teacher Ji, wait a minute!"

Wearing a white shirt, Ji Jian was walking through the springtime to the four bungalows of Yumiao Primary School in Yiliang County. There were neatly packed students waiting for Teacher Ji, who taught general subjects, to teach them.

The mountain city is barren, and Yiliang County is more remote. Riding a tricycle on the road can bring a burst of flying sand and rocks. People living in such an environment can easily become disheartened.Ji Jian is not, his clothes are always free from dust, especially he likes to wear white, which makes it even more difficult to be clean.He regularly comes to teach the children in Yiliang County with the lesson plans in his hands, and like all the teachers in charge, he visits the students' homes.Ji Jian lived and boarded in Yiliang County for seven years at a time.But everyone knows that Teacher Ji is not from Yiliang County.

Teacher Ji is good-looking, clean, and kind, but he never talks to them much. No one knows where he came from, just like the snow on the top of Meili Snow Mountain.

"Seven years, how many seven years can one have in one's life?" The headmaster twitched his eyebrows together, thinking silently in his heart.He really didn't understand how someone would waste all their good years teaching in this shitty place.

"What's the matter?" Ji Jian watched the headmaster frown into a big brow and didn't speak, didn't bother him, and asked after a while.

"Hey," the principal came back to his senses, "Mr. Ji, that Mr. Zhao hasn't remitted the money for several months. Look... do you want to contact him?"

Ji Jian didn't speak.In fact, the principal was a little afraid of him, the longer Ji Jian stayed silent, the redder his face on the plateau became.

"He's not obliged to keep sending us money." Ji Jian finally spoke, his tone very light.

"No, no, no," the principal waved his hands, his face turned even redder, "I didn't mean that, I just wanted to say that Mr. Zhao won't have any accidents."

Ji Jian didn't expect this, so he pursed his lips and remained silent.

"So I wonder, Mr. Ji, can you contact Mr. Zhao and ask about the situation."

"I don't have his mobile phone number." In Ji Jian's impression, it was more than a year after he came to Yiliang to teach. This Mr. Zhao transferred money to the school account every month, and attached a message saying that he was middle-aged I have a successful career, and I want to do some good deeds for peace of mind.In this way, the Yiliang County Yumiao Experimental Primary School was hit by shit luck. The children could eat a deliciously burnt Pipa leg for every meal. The chalk used by Teacher Ji in class was also replaced with dust-free chalk that meets the quality standards. , I finally stopped writing on the blackboard while coughing.

An adult with healthy limbs who can make money and take care of himself can't be cared for in this poor country.Ji Jian thought a little coldly, and there was no expression on his face.

"Why not?" the principal took out a crumpled express slip from his pocket, quite proudly, "Didn't Mr. Zhao send us a large box of books once, I saw his number on the express slip, long Keep it in mind, you see, this will come in handy."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and was about to hand it to Ji Jian.

Before the teacher came during class time, the small bungalow was already noisy, and Ji Jian could hear it from a long distance away.He couldn't be bothered to refuse the enthusiastic headmaster who wanted to fuck his mother, he took the list and put it in the book, he said yes casually, and turned around to go to class.

The principal smiled behind him and his eyes disappeared, saying thank you, Mr. Ji.

Teacher Ji really finds it ridiculous. It took several years to send the book. Leaving aside whether people need to care about it, the number might have changed long ago.Besides, if people just don't want to donate money, this connection will make a big joke instead.

This class is about geography, as soon as Ji Jian stood on the podium, no one spoke.He lectured very seriously and quickly forgot about the phone call.

There are two maps posted on both sides of the blackboard in the classroom, one is a map of China and the other is a map of the world.It has been used for many years and has never been replaced. The color has faded and returned to the tide, and a large yellow spot has grown on it, and the edges are curled up.But the kids loved both pictures, the only things in the classroom that had color.

The children also like to take geography class, but Ji Jian hates it.Because he always felt uncomfortable, when he told them about Beijing, Shanghai, and the other side of the Atlantic, Ji Jian felt that these children might not be able to get out of this valley for a lifetime.Those longings for the distant place will only add troubles to them in the future.

Today he talked about the differences between the north and the south of China. He asked a child to come up and guide where the dividing line between the north and the north is.

This child is from the Yi nationality. He has dark skin, big and bright eyes, and is very smart.He remembered clearly what Ji Jian taught in the last class, and he drew a line on the map paper with his finger. He was careful not to touch the paper.

"It's Qinling Mountains - Huaihe River."

Ji Jian's perennially cold expression unsealed, his eyes drooped, how gentle he looked.

"That's right, it's the line of the Huaihe River in the Qinling Mountains."

In fact, the place where the child touched just now happened to be Ji Jian's hometown.

Ji Jian was still young at that time, and Mo Yue had just entered high school.There is a river in front of his house, the river is called Hunshui River, but it is very clear.The muddy water river was called by their children, and the muddy water river is the Huai river.

Ji Jian's home is a small town by the Huaihe River, a little better than Yiliang County, but not very rich.

Their lives were still barren. At that time, Shao Youguang liked to take a group of teenagers to the edge of the muddy water river, take off his clothes and swim to the other side first.People booed and asked Ji Jian to go too, but Ji Jian didn't know how to do it, but Shao Youguang was the most generous, saying that Xiao Ji wanted to help me look at my clothes.As he spoke, he looked towards Ji Jian, with a bright smile on his face, the sun shone on the young man's naked and strong upper body, as if it would shine.

When they swam to the other side, Shao Youguang was half submerged in the water and waved at him from afar, shouting: "Ji Jian, I'm number one again!"

"It's so stupid." At that time, Ji Jian murmured silently in his heart, and at the same time felt that the sun was really dazzling, and Shao Youguang mixed in it, and he really became a beam of light.

So silly.At night, when Ji Jian went back to his room and picked up the tattered courier slip that fell out of the book, he thought of it.

He took a shower, sorted out the lesson plans again, and read a book while lying on the bed.Finally, I was a little helpless and brought the list in front of my eyes.

Forget it, let's ask.At least the books he is reading now were donated by Mr. Zhao.This Mr. Zhao unexpectedly has good taste. There are many books that are not suitable for children to read, but Ji Jian likes them.

Mr. Zhao's handwriting is very beautiful, and the few lines filled in the courier slip are flamboyant and chic.He looked like he was seeing an old friend.But Ji Jian immediately felt that he was also stupid, and the person who filled out the delivery form was not necessarily himself.

He was lost in thought, and the appearance of Mr. Zhao appeared in front of him. It should be a man with Mediterranean hair and a fat man.He has a beer belly and wears leather shoes.He wears a string of Buddha beads on his wrist, and he coils them when he is free. From time to time, like all middle-aged men who are addicted to bracelets, he gets oil and smears his face twice, which is called to promote patina.

Ji Jian couldn't help sighing, slowly entered the string of numbers into the phone, and then typed one word at a time to send a text message.

"Hello, is this Mr. Zhao?"

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