Mars trainee

Zuo Cheng's answers made the reporter feel suffocated, and the reporter was about to collapse after he finished asking each sentence.

"I've never seen an artist with such a strict tone." The reporter commented afterwards, "I don't reveal anything about my private life, and I'm especially good at pretending to be stupid."

Yang Dingfeng asked Zuo Cheng how he felt about this personal interview, Zuo Cheng said: "I answered all the questions he asked, and I feel very good."

When the interview was edited, Yang Dingfeng almost had a myocardial infarction.

Then Zuo Cheng went to the audition. During the audition, he was given the script and asked him to act in a scene in which the leading actor is devastated after learning of the death of his relative.

It took Zuo Cheng a long time to find that feeling. The hero was originally tough, but when faced with such a huge blow of losing a loved one, he couldn't help crying.

There were almost no lines during the whole process, and the director and a few actors who were interviewed sat by and watched him.

Zuo Cheng stood in the room, brought in the takeaway and put it on the table.Then he started to eat with his head down, and while he was eating, he called and told him that his father had passed away.

Zuo Cheng's expression was a little unbelievable, he put down the phone, and asked repeatedly: "Are you sure?"

Hearing the affirmative tone of the other party, he hung up the phone and continued to eat, but his movements slowed down, he stuffed food into his mouth mechanically, his eyes became more and more red, and his vision gradually blurred.

As soon as he got up, he spilled the soup, splashing all over his upper body.

So Zuo Cheng went to the bathroom and changed his clothes in a panic.

He looked at himself in a mess in the mirror, and finally couldn't help crying out, slowly squatting on the ground like a wounded cub.

After a while, after wiping away his tears, Zuo Cheng picked up his mobile phone and said to his family in a gentle tone: "Mom, don't worry, I'll go to the hospital right away. You still have me."

After all, Zuo Cheng has lived for more than 70 years. He has experienced more life and death than his peers, so he is better than ordinary people in mobilizing emotions.

This performance conquered the directors present, thinking that he is a good candidate for acting. When he came back, Zuo Cheng received a text message that he passed the interview.

It seems that I should be pretty good, otherwise it wouldn't be so smooth.

But I didn't expect that when writing songs, the whole team encountered a bottleneck and didn't know how to write. Their theme is-moving.

Zuo Cheng thought about it carefully, and as he got older, there were fewer and fewer things that could move him.He is not a hypocritical person, and he rarely thinks about what is there and what is not.

Zuo Cheng perfunctorily wrote a few lyrical lyrics and handed them in, but was scolded by Xu Luyang.

"You can still write songs at your level. You can call Mai. Jinglei has a sky-high cultivation, the sky is falling and the earth is falling into the purple gold hammer, what a rhyme!" Xu Luyang was so angry, it may be because he expected too much from Zuo Cheng, That's why it's so disappointing.

"Mr. Xu, we really can't write it. We haven't been touched for a long time, and we can't experience that feeling." Su Yang said, "Or it's the parents and family that are badly written..."

"Your realm is a bit low." Xu Luyang sighed, and then thought of a way.

A day later, he took a few people in the team on a plane to Tibet, and the boys didn't know where they were going until they arrived at the airport.

"What is this for?" Fu Chaoxi asked.

"Take you to a place to experience life for a few days." Xu Luyang said, "Go to Tibet."

"I've always wanted to go to Tibet but never had the time." Fu Chaoxi said, "I never dreamed of being able to go with my idol."

"It's not to travel, don't think about it." Xu Luyang interrupted him mercilessly, "It's to support education."

The photographer didn't follow the photo all the way, and this teaching support is completely a public welfare act.

Xu Luyang squinted his eyes and fell asleep when he boarded the plane, while Zuo Cheng was reading the magazines on the plane.

"Have you ever been on a plane?" Fu Chaoxi bought medicine for him because he was afraid that he would get airsick.

He felt that since Zuo Cheng had never even taken a bus, let alone a plane.

Zuo Cheng gave him a contemptuous look and said, "I have driven spaceships and warships, what do you think?"

Fu Chaoxi stretched out his thumb, "Then you are very good."

Zuo Cheng shook his head speechlessly. Compared with the technology of Mars, the means of transportation on Earth are obviously not at the same level.Zuo Cheng felt that human planes were as crude as the carriages of the ancients, and they were prone to accidents if they were still moving.

When they arrived at the place, several people sat on the bus and bumped for several hours.

When the small village on the plateau appeared in front of several people, some people had already started to have difficulty breathing and couldn't catch their breath.

"Mr. Xu, where did you find such a place?" Someone felt dizzy.

Xu Luyang took them to the local hospital and gave them oxygen for half an hour before arriving at their destination.

"This is a newly built elementary school the year before last. We live in the teachers' dormitory in the school today." Xu Luyang stood at the gate of Hope Primary School with Tibetan and Chinese characters written on it. He made a phone call, and soon someone came out to greet them.

"Principal Xu, you're here so soon. I've already arranged accommodation for you." The one who led them in was a Tibetan man who spoke plastic mandarin. Smile very kindly.

"Okay, please." Xu Luyang nodded.

"Are you the principal?" Zuo Cheng asked.

"Yes, when I came here three years ago, there was no school in this town." Xu Luyang narrowed his eyes as if recalling.

"Why did you come to such a remote place? Traveling? It doesn't look like it?" Su Yang was quite curious.

"We were filming here to shoot scenes. We stayed here for more than a month and almost died. Just now, that buddy carried me to the county hospital on his back and saved my life." Xu Luyang said lightly, with nothing on his face expression.

The process of making that movie was very difficult, and he didn't get much salary. Later, the movie won awards abroad and had a good reputation, but it was banned in China, and many scenes were deleted.

Xu Luyang built a local school with all the film's salary.

Zuo Cheng looked at his sculpted and handsome side face, and felt that Xu Luyang was a pretty good guy.

The accommodation conditions in the school are very poor, and the food is completely incomparable with them outside.But a few people didn't dare to say a word, they ate together silently.

"What is this?" Su Yang stirred the soup with a spoon.

"Skeleton soup." The Tibetan man said with a smile, "Duck skeleton is something we only get to eat during the Chinese New Year."

Su Yang said in a voice that only the people next to him could hear, "We usually use this to feed the dogs at home..."

After eating, everyone felt dizzy, had difficulty breathing, and wanted to vomit, showing symptoms of altitude sickness.

Only Zuo Cheng seemed to be okay, sitting there and looking around curiously.

A few Tibetan children brought them buttered tea and milk wine, saying that this could alleviate the symptoms of high fever.

Fu Chaoxi wanted to drink it with great interest, but when he saw one of the children stirring it with his blackened fingers, he stuffed it into his mouth and took a couple of sips. .

Unexpectedly, Xu Luyang drank quite happily, and thanked them after drinking.

Most of the people here know Xu Luyang.

When they saw Xu Luyang, they always called him the principal, and some even called him father.

Xu Luyang would squat down and touch their heads, smiling softly and saying, "I've grown taller again."

This scene was quite warm, making Zuo Cheng mistakenly think that he is not a scumbag.

A few people slept in the teacher's dormitory made of earth for the whole night. They simply washed their faces without taking a shower or brushing their teeth.

Before dawn the next day, someone called them to get up to substitute for the class.

Everyone is very young, plus altitude sickness, the body is not very comfortable, fell asleep only in the early hours of last night.So several boys are reluctant to get up.

Not long after, a group of children surrounded their room. Fu Chaoxi looked over from the bed and saw heads lying on the windows.

"Oh, mom." Fu Chaoxi was so frightened that he hurriedly got up, "How come these children are like a group of little monkeys."

The children were still very shy. They laughed and ran away when they saw them, talking to their companions in a Tibetan language they could not understand.

"I guess they must secretly praise me for being handsome behind my back." Fu Chaoxi said with a smile.

Zuo Cheng asked about the situation and found out that it turned out that an old teacher in their school was sick. It seemed that he was too old to get sick. Now he can't walk at all and is paralyzed in bed.

Few people are willing to come here to teach for a long time, so this seat has been vacant.

When Zuo Cheng got up, there was a little boy hiding behind the wall and peeping at him. Zuo Cheng beckoned him to come over, but he ran away.

Zuo Cheng asked, this little boy is called Chai Ligan.

Chai Ligan was the smartest child in the class. Zuo Cheng gave them a physics class and found that this little boy had even mastered the physics knowledge of junior high school. He himself seemed to be only seven years old.

The students told Zuo Cheng that Chai Ligan was the only grandson of the dying old teacher, and his grandfather taught him a lot.

When school was over at noon, everyone stayed in the school cafeteria to eat, except Chai Ligan.

Zuo Cheng walked over and asked, "Why don't you have lunch?"

Chai Ligan was a little thin, and lowered his head in embarrassment. The sun shone on his head, casting a small shadow on the ground.

"My family didn't pay for lunch," he said in his not-so-fluent Mandarin.

"How much is the lunch fee?" Zuo Cheng asked him.

"Ten yuan a month."

Zuo Cheng took out ten yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand, took his arm and said, "Brother will give you ten yuan, go eat."

Chai Ligan stared at Zuo Cheng with big fluttering eyes and said, "Thank you brother."

Zuo Cheng sat next to him and ate with him, asking some questions while eating.

"Is your grandpa sick?"

Chai Ligan nodded, "My grandfather has been lying in bed for a month, and he said he won't survive this spring."

"Then let's organize the whole class to visit your grandfather in the afternoon." Zuo Cheng said, "Is that okay?"

Chai Ligan nodded vigorously, "My grandfather likes his students the most."

In the afternoon, Zuo Cheng and Xu Luyang Fu Chaoxi went to the old teacher's house together.

He was too ill to get out of bed, and even breathing became difficult.

The old teacher has been teaching since he was in his 20s, and now he has been a teacher all his life. He is like a dilapidated old water wheel. When he moves, his whole body creaks and creaks, and every joint in his bones hurts.

At first, only students from one class came to see him, but after everyone heard about it, more and more people surrounded the old teacher's house.

Middle-aged men in their 30s, down to six-year-old boys, all stood in front of the old teacher's house.

The people in their whole village are almost all the students that the old teacher once taught.

There was a long queue at the door.

When Zuo Cheng saw this picture, he was greatly shaken deep in his heart.

Unexpectedly, there are places on earth with such underdeveloped education, which are passing on the fire of their civilization in such a clumsy and primitive way.

And the person who ignited the tinder was lying dying on the hospital bed, using his whole life to defend his professional beliefs, an ancient profession that has long since disappeared on Mars—teacher.

This weak and seriously ill old man is the spiritual pillar of the whole village and their eternal patron saint.