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(8) The night hovers over the head like a dove of fate

Shao Youguang learned about the situation in Yiliang County when he first contacted for donations.

He just had a phone call with Sheng Weimin, but he remembered this person firmly.On the phone, he mournfully explained how poor it was and how difficult the teaching conditions were.Shao Youguang could see a bitter face with frowning eyebrows across the phone.But Shao Youguang was still young and energetic at that time, he sighed after hearing these words, before he had time to go deep into his brain circuit for a few laps, he had already thrown it away.At that time, he only thought that it was a place with Ji Jian, and he paid for it, so he felt more at ease.Otherwise, where would the feelings be put?

At that time, Shao Youguang was good at grasping the point of drama. This man talked about other people's suffering, and didn't mention a word about himself.But Ji Jian can figure it out, Sheng Weimin must be looking down and out looking after his own home and the homes of dozens of school-age children.This kind of naturally worrying old lady is very suitable to be talked about.

The memory reappeared, and the words Sheng Weimin said to him at that time hovered in his mind like a curse.The left-behind children and old people, the dust, the endless mountain roads, the chalk stubs that can't write on the blackboard, the small classroom where the ceiling is falling into the gray wall during class... He really started to realize these things when he really wanted to go.Ji Jian, and his children, Shao Youguang thinks so, he has some soft kindness in his heart, and he has to assume that this is a warm teacher-student friendship, because he began to know that Ji Jian's heart is always full of love.

So, what kind of life did Ji Jian and those children lead?Whether day and night are full of unsatisfactory life, or all the locals are used to it, only Ji Jian, like a stranger in the world.How lonely and miserable he is.

Shao Youguang received a reply from that number: "Mr. Zhao is doing well recently."

The other party probably felt that this solitary sentence was a bit strange, and said: I haven't heard from you for a long time, and I'm afraid that you may encounter some troubles in life. Although the seedlings are far away, the kindness of the husband is unforgettable. "

When he saw the news, he was walking tremblingly back to his soft sleeper with a bowl of freshly soaked braised beef noodles from the boiling water room.On the opposite bed is a mother with a six or seven-year-old girl.The little girl was bluffing, very much like Shao Youguang's sister, who was staring at the corn sausage in his hand eagerly, Shao Youguang teased her, then tore off the plastic skin and took a big bite.Then he took one out of his bag, slowly peeled it off and handed it to her.

The little girl looked at her mother embarrassingly, and her mother also smiled: "You can take it when uncle gives it to you."

She happily took it, happy again.

Shao Youguang was infected by her smile, and found it very boring. Parents all over the world seemed to be saying these words over and over again.He lifted the cover of the instant noodles, and he saw this text message amidst the smell of steaming instant noodles.

Shao Youguang couldn't help laughing while reading the text message. The Sheng Weimin he remembered was indeed right, a mother-in-law, and always spoke in a polite way, like a pedantic poor scholar in the late Qing Dynasty.

But how are you doing? I don't know when his mother Zhao Fengqiu stopped asking this kind of question.

Shao Youguang thought about it carefully. Of course, the current situation is not good. This is the third night he slept on the train. He didn't eat well and didn't sleep well. It's a bit annoying.The eyes are also black and blue, all because of poor sleep.Fortunately, in four days and three nights, he has already finished more than half of it, and he will arrive at the station tomorrow afternoon.

He was so bored in this car, he turned off all his work, there was no script waiting for him to read, and there was no choreographer, choreographer, and producer who urged him to make phone calls one after another.

However, Shao Youguang's brain nerves are always excited because of this long journey, and he can't wait to talk to others.But the people lying on the other three beds in this soft sleeper room are a young mother who is too shy, and the other two are rough men who sleep soundly every day. Whenever Shao Youguang provokes a conversation, no one will answer.

Finally, someone came to ask him on his own initiative. Of course, he refused to give up this great opportunity.

So what about strangers, only those who have the nerve to talk to strangers, anyway, people are as lively as businessmen, and the chance of meeting them again is very small.It didn't matter if the other party was Sheng Weimin, and he didn't recognize him.

Shao Youguang rolled his face and put it in his mouth while typing: I'm doing well, and I'm ready to start a new life.

When he was about to press the send button with his thumb, he stopped and thought for a while, deleted, deleted and changed the words "I'm having a good time" to "Everything is fine, don't worry about anything."

I am still complacent after posting the revisions. Those scripts of the Republic of China are not in vain, and it is okay to stick to the words.

Ji Jian went to Sheng Weimin's house for dinner tonight, and Sheng Weimin's wife was in charge of making shredded beef bait and shabu-shabu spicy fried minced pork.At first, Ji Jian thought that Huizhou cuisine on both sides of the Huaihe River did not spare salt and pepper.Only when I came to Yunnan did I know what spicy food is.The half-grown children ate the peppers from the ground directly, and dipped the yams in the chili noodles after roasting them, and swallowed them hot.When he first came to Yiliang for the first year, he felt his mouth was on fire when he ate anything, even when he drank water. Drinking water brought the spicy feeling down the esophagus into the stomach, making the burn even more intense.

But now, he is used to it.Sheng Weimin drank two glasses as usual, and filled Ji Jian's cup with a shallow bottom. Ji Jian always refused to drink, but he still poured it for him as usual, saying that this is the way of hospitality in our place.He didn't ask him, and drank silently by himself.Satisfied with wine and food, he put down his chopsticks, and he brought up the old matter again.

"Xiao Ji, has Mr. Zhao replied to your message?"

Ji Jian directly showed him the message interface.

After Sheng Weimin drank, his voice became louder, complaining a bit: "Why don't you go back to my family? They always come back to you when they are so busy."

Ji Jian really didn't know where Sheng Weimin could tell that this Mr. Zhao was busy, but he felt that this man was quite busy through a few messages.

"Okay, what should I answer?" He spread his phone on the table and asked.

"You care about them, and ask them if they have any difficulties in life."

Ji Jian typed out what he said and sent it, Sheng Weimin said again, why do you just say what I say?After all, we are also teachers of the people. Mr. Zhao must have felt abrupt when you were so straightforward and lacked any manner of speaking.

Sheng Wei also studied in a private school, but he studied in a private school run by his grandfather in the early years.He said, you should say, the grace of a drop of water is repaid by the spring.

Ji Jian was in the middle, trying his best to play the role of a tool person.Whatever Sheng Weimin said, he said it.

The night outside is gradually closing, and the moon has set up a big lamp, which diligently shines on the mountains, the dust and mud, and the flowers that never fade.

God is fair at this time.

After Ji Jian sent the news, he planned to leave first. Sheng Weimin talked too much after just two sips of wine, so Mr. Zhao would have to use his hands to make polite remarks when he came and went.

He thanked Sheng Weimin's wife - a silent rural woman.Just as he was about to get up, Sheng Weimin called him to stop him. He always laughed and called Xiao Ji Xiao Ji, but this time he called——

"Teacher Ji, I offer you a toast."

He raised his glass and drank it all by himself, and then said: "Don't waste your time here, Mr. Ji, I don't know why you came here in the first place, and you have been here for so many years. There is nothing that cannot be untied, just listen. Let me say a word, let's go, let's go, go back to the place where you should go, don't be ruined here for the rest of your life."

Ji Jian finally picked up his glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp. This was his first time drinking in Yiliang, and the wine slid all the way down his throat.

He said: "It's not necessary, the students are still in class."

Sheng Weimin sighed and stopped talking.

After a long while, he waved his hand and said, "Today, there is a family in the village whose daughter is doing Huaxiao. They are celebrating. It's very lively. You should go and have a look."

Ji Jian didn't like to join in the fun, but he still agreed, got up and said goodbye and left.He had long heard Yi men and women singing duets in folk songs, probably because the ethnic groups were really merging, but now they were singing Beijing opera with a hoarse voice.

The tiny flames of many torches flickered among the mountains, much like the stars in the sky reflected in the human world on the ground. White smoke slowly rose from the wilderness, digging a well straight in the night sky.

Ji Jian had already read a lot of books at this time, and he heard someone sing "Look up suddenly to see the clear moonlight in the blue setting", and after listening to it for a while, he sang a new passage, this time singing "Looking at Hometown, Going to Luyao" .

Ji Jian couldn't help but look around, but it was the same everywhere, surrounded by endless mountains, he found that he couldn't even distinguish the north, south, east, and west here.He suddenly felt a little sad. He left so resolutely that in the past seven years, he rarely thought about his hometown, and he rarely thought about Shao Youguang.

For a moment, he couldn't tell where these thoughts hovering with the night came from.Can't help but think, where is Shao Youguang now?How is he doing?It's a pity that Ji Jian can easily ask these words to Mr. Zhao, who has never met before, but he has no way of knowing the answer he really wants.

He walked around a few tufts of weeds and went back to the small house where he lived. At this time, the voice of the mobile phone text message rang briefly, like a sigh in the dark night.

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