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The hands of the time were turned back more than ten minutes ago.

"Wait, Teacher Li." Song Qingyue stopped the hunchbacked old man behind him.

The old man's chest was panting heavily like a blower, and he turned his head angrily, "You look smart, why can't you understand?"

Song Qingyue smiled gently, "I know, you want the children to study hard and be successful. We are just passers-by in their lives. Is that what you mean?"

Li Sanquan stared at her and nodded silently.

"I want to say that we may be able to do more than you imagined." Song Qingyue took a few steps closer, "You should have heard that there is a large group to help the poor. I happen to have a good relationship with their boss. If you Children who think they are good, smart enough, and it is a pity to stay in the village, you can bring them here, we can discuss and take them out to study.”

Li Sanquan sneered, "Bragging, what kind of company is that, and the boss can know you like a kid?"

Song Qingyue heard a little hesitation in his sarcastic words, smiled, clicked on the lock screen of the phone to show Li Sanquan the photo of the two of them used as a screensaver, and searched Lin Qingqian's encyclopedia information.

Li Sanquan's expression finally changed from arrogance to shock, and finally to determination.

Song Qingyue looked at Li Sanquan who suddenly changed from indifference to enthusiasm in front of him, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Then," Li Sanquan licked the corners of his lips, "Mr. Song, how many children can you take to study in the county?"

Song Qingyue asked without answering, "What do you think?"

Li Sanquan looked at her expression carefully, and muttered, "Actually, there are only about ten or twenty children. It would be best if we could all go out..."

Song Qingyue had practiced the ability to keep his expression unchanged even before the collapse of a mountain. Instead of answering Li Sanquan's words, he looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Of course, we don't expect all of them to go out, just one of them." Li Sanquan quickly changed his words, lowered his head to ponder for a while, then began to pace restlessly, "Let me think about it."

Song Qingyue leaned on the old tree beside him, looked at Li Sanquan who was like an ant on a hot pot, and murmured, "Plum is too impetuous, no way; Wang's child is too naughty, no way; Zhao Wa is not smart enough, Qian boy is too courageous." Small, not good."

While pacing, he fumbled for the cigarette case in his pocket, found nothing, and then took out the crushed cigarette butt and matchbox from his pocket.

"Take it." The box of Zhonghua was handed to him again.

Li Sanquan took a deep look at Song Qingyue, stretched out his hand hesitantly, took it, and quickly retracted it into his arms, sternly, "I will never pay you back!"

Song Qingyue laughed, "It's for you."

Li Sanquan lowered his head, not looking at her, and suddenly patted his head, "I know who to take!"

He hurried to the classroom and pulled out a dark boy, "You take this baby out."

Song Qingyue looked up and down at the sturdy and dull child in front of him, and asked calmly, "Why him?"

"He's promising," Li Sanquan patted him on the shoulder heavily, "It's not that he reads well, it's that this kid is talented, he loves to go to the mountains since he was a child, and it's a handy thing to chase rabbits back to the village to catch dogs." A good player, he runs so fast that three adults can't keep up with him. Last time I went to the city and bought a stopwatch, I picked a flat mountain road for him to run. Guess what! He ran out of a national second-level athlete score."

Song Qingyue looked at the boy's feet. The boy's dark face was a little red, and he curled up his rough toes uneasily.

"National second-level athletes are not difficult to achieve, and there are also errors in the results you wrote down." Song Qingyue knew it in his heart, but his face remained calm.

"Hey, you girl," Li Sanquan became anxious again, dragging the boy around to show, "Can it be the same? This kid doesn't even have a pair of shoes, and he runs on a mountain road. If he is allowed to run on a plastic track, then he will not be able to run. Won't it take off?"

"Qingyue."

Song Qingyue heard a familiar voice, turned around, and waved his hands in surprise, "Lin Qingqian?"

Lin Qingqian thanked the village chief who brought her here, said goodbye to him, and came towards Song Qingyue again, smiling all over her face.

Li Sanquan also turned his head and recognized the Baidu Encyclopedia that Song Qingyue had shown her. The smile on his face became more sincere. He rubbed his hands and looked at Lin Qingqian expectantly, "Boss, do you want to see this child?"

Lin Qingqian was still in a daze, Song Qingyue pulled her aside and briefly explained.

"Ah, that's it." Lin Qingqian looked at the two people anxiously waiting for the trial, and nodded repeatedly.

"Mr. Li?" She came over, stretched out her hand, and shook hands with Li Sanquan enthusiastically, "I know about this matter, we can arrange it." The smile on her face became a little more interesting, "There is one more news to tell You, you were supposed to wait until tomorrow night at the village meeting to talk about it."

Li Sanquan blinked his small eyes, "Say it."

Lin Qingqian looked at him, "If there are no accidents, we will arrange everyone in the county town and move the whole village down from the mountain. In this way, all the children can go to the county town to study and even be admitted to university."

Li Sanquan's lips trembled slightly, his eyes widened, and crystal tears burst out of them, "Is it true? It will cost a lot of money."

Lin Qing smiled and waved his hands, "Money is not the problem, we are here to solve the problem."

To be honest, it will cost more to develop the village than to move everyone to the county seat.

Li Sanquan didn't know what to say, so he held down the sturdy kid who could run, bowed 180 degrees, and shouted, "Why are you stupid baby still standing there, don't you thank me?"

Lin Qingqian helped the two of them up and looked at Song Qingyue with interest, "Haven't you started class yet?"

Song Qingyue shook his head, "No, we are assigned to teach music and art, so we can't do this every day of the week?"

Li Sanquan's face was a little blushing, and he wanted to argue with reason, but he was short of manpower, so he could only say submissively, "Boss, we also have to be responsible for the quality of teaching. We are always worried about letting these children teach. "

He originally thought that Lin Qingqian would get angry, but he didn't expect that Lin Qingqian just waved his hands casually, "It's okay, just follow your teaching plan, we don't know how to direct experts."

She looked at the classroom curiously, "Then what class are you teaching now?"

"It's the chemistry class of the middle school class." Li Sanquan consciously took over the responsibility of introduction, "The middle school is led by the principal."

Lin Qingqian pulled Song Qingyue and walked towards the classroom, "Let's go in and have a look, and get to know the basics of the children."

"Okay, okay." Li Sanquan followed the two of them in a dizzy manner.

The old principal is writing on the blackboard: walk into chemistry.

"Hey, it's still the first chapter." Lin Qingqian took the chair handed over by Li Sanquan, sat down at the end of the classroom, and looked at the old principal's vigorous writing on the blackboard with great interest.

"What do you think is chemistry?" The old headmaster saw Lin Qingqian sitting at the end of the classroom. Although he didn't know who she was, her seemingly extraordinary temperament made his heart beat. After breaking a piece of chalk, I hurriedly took a new one from the box, and my back became a little straighter.

The children in the audience chattered and said everything.

"Okay, very good," the old principal's nervousness subsided slowly, and he returned to his familiar rhythm, "What everyone said is wrong, because this is the first time we have come into contact with chemistry, let me tell you about the common chemistry in life. .”

"Such as fire/powder." He talked eloquently, "Everyone knows that fire/powder is very powerful. Everyone remembers the movement of us using fire/powder to blow up the dam and release the water. , how many people peed on their pants, right?"

Lin Qingqian nodded: It is a classic way to attract students' interest in learning. It seems that the old principal's teaching level is still solid.

"How do you make fire/powder? Keep in mind the formula: 1 sulfur, 2 nitrate, and 3 charcoal. Mix charcoal powder, sulfur powder, and potassium nitrate in this ratio to make black fire/powder."

Lin Qingqian continued to nod: Although the explanation is a little more detailed, it is still a very normal teaching content.

"However, when I was actually applying it, I found that a little more nitrate should be added. Why? Why, our nitrate is not pure, and there are many other things in it."

Lin Qingqian still nodded: it's time to introduce pure substances and mixtures.

"When I first prepared fire/powder, I blindly believed in the knowledge in books, but I never made it..." The old headmaster began to recall the glorious history.

Lin Qingqian: ...?

"But once, I prepared a very powerful gun/powder! That time, oh my god, the sky is about to explode!" The old principal finally entered the stage of his own familiarity, happily telling stories to the students .

Lin Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and turned to Li Sanquan, "The principal is very good at mixing fire/powder?"

Li Sanquan wished he could go on stage and take down the enthusiastic old principal, but at this moment he could only smile, "Yes, he used to do all the blasting work in the village. To be honest, fixed-point blasting is his specialty." , the gun/powder will neither be more nor less, just right."

"Then why do you come to be the principal? It's a shame." Song Qingyue also joined the chat in a low voice.

"Hey," Li Sanquan sighed, "he is not only good at blasting, he is also the most educated in the village," he pointed to himself, "I graduated from primary school; most people in the village have never been to primary school, he, Graduated from high school. So every time the village wants to write articles about ancestor worship, he is the one who writes, and his literary talent is also first-rate, otherwise how can he be the principal?"

"It's also when you didn't catch up. If winter comes, you can see our village offering sacrifices to the ancestors. He wears a big robe and reads the ancestor worship. How do you say that? It's a model."

Li Sanquan also became excited as he talked, and wanted to continue telling Lin and Song about the "glorious history" of the old principal.

"Li Sanquan! You son of a bitch! Get out of here!" A sharp female voice came from outside the door, the voice piercing the clouds and cracking rocks, causing the children to be stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

Li Sanquan's face was flushed with anger, and he rushed out of the door under the narrow smiles of everyone.

Lin Qingqian and Song Qingyue exchanged glances.

Lin Qingqian: Going to watch the excitement?

Song Qingyue: Let's go together!

The two also rushed out of the classroom through the back door, and looked at the two who were introducing themselves in another classroom and now poking their heads out.

The three exchanged a look.

Leng Lan: Is there any excitement?

Song Qingyue: Let's go together!

Not far away, a fat aunt led a child with her waist up, and spit at Li Sanquan arrogantly.

"Why did you encourage my baby to steal the chicken!" She poked Li Sanquan's head with her thick hand, "You're still ashamed to be a teacher like you are? Huh?"

Li Sanquan's face turned pale, and he growled, "Sister Wang, this is the school, it's class time, please keep your voice down!"

"Hey, are you scared?" The fat aunt waved her hands around, "Everyone, come out and take a look, Teacher Li encouraged the students to steal chickens!"

"Shut up!" Li Sanquan couldn't bear it anymore, staring at the child hiding behind the fat aunt, "I ask you, where is the money I gave you?"

The little boy looked at him timidly, "You didn't give me any money."

Li Sanquan jumped up angrily, "You fart! Didn't you say that when the village chief asked yesterday! Where did the money go? Did you use it to buy something to eat?"

"You didn't give me any money!" The child timidly shrank behind his mother, only repeating this sentence in his mouth.

Li Sanquan straightened up abruptly, pointed at the fat aunt's nose, and stared at her, "You taught him to speak?"

"You fart!" Fat aunt slapped his hand away, "How can my baby lie! It's obvious that you are greedy and encouraged my baby to steal chickens!"

"I don't want to eat, I want to be a teaching object!" Li Sanquan yelled while pulling his hair.

"A group of people saw you grilled and eaten the chicken and you still talked!" If the quarrel is louder than the voice, then the fat aunt can win 90.00% of the people in the world.

"I'm not the only one who ate it!" Li Sanquan was so angry that he couldn't choose what to say, "No, I didn't want to eat chicken..."

"Good guy, I get it. You've brought the students into the same battle with you, right? You think the law doesn't blame the public, right? I'll tell you today, this matter is endless!"

The five people who were squatting outside the classroom to watch the excitement watched the fat aunt walking towards the classroom at a fast pace. Li Sanquan tried to stop her, but she pushed him away and stumbled down on the tree.

The fat aunt rushed into the classroom, staring at each student one by one, shouting, "Have you eaten chicken?"

"You! Have you ever eaten chicken!"

"And you! What are you laughing at?" She looked around, aggressively, "Li Sanquan is the principal offender, and you are the accomplices. Stealing chickens is against the law, and you will go to jail. All of you, just wait to go to jail!"

"Wang Nier! Shut up!" The old principal who hurried over from another classroom threw a gavel heavily on the podium, making an astonishing sound.

Aunt Fat—Wang Nier, who hated a name that didn't fit her tough temperament, shrank her neck from the loud noise, and looked back at the angry old principal.

Needless to say, the old headmaster looked amiable, but he, who presided over the ancestor worship ceremonies all the year round, was serious and not angry.

"The village head has already made a ruling. If you have any questions, go to the village head. Don't disturb the teaching order here!"

Wang Nier was still not convinced, and snorted coldly, "The village head and Li Sanquan wear a pair of pants, who can make decisions for me, a weak girl?"

Leng Lan beeped softly: "A weak woman who can run a horse with her arms?"

The principal widened his eyes, "You don't want to be unreasonable anymore, next time the ancestor worship ceremony, you and Xiao Wang will stand in the last row!"

This time Wang Nier was really frightened, she muttered, "That's not the case, I'll just come to seek justice." As she spoke, she cursed and left without being convinced.

Li Sanquan walked up to the old principal in embarrassment and sighed, "Thank you."

The old headmaster wiped his face, and the frightening look disappeared again.

He sighed, "Slut."

"I'm even more worried about her baby. What will she do in the future if she is brought by her mother to give false testimony and make trouble for no reason at such a young age?"

Song Qingyue was dumbfounded watching this big drama - she didn't have much memory of the village when she was a child, not to mention that even such a fat aunt in the village is the best.

"Troublemakers come out of poor mountains and bad waters." Lin Qingqian sighed and shook her head.

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"Troublemakers come out of poor mountains and rivers, troublemakers, all troublemakers." Li Sanquan scolded the street indignantly.

After the morning class, he and the old principal were sorting things out in the office.

The old headmaster smiled helplessly, "We're all neighbors, let's forget about it, let's make it a small matter."

"I really think that the quality of these educated people is different. Why did the ancients say that 'the warehouse knows the etiquette, and the food and clothing are enough to know the honor and disgrace'? Look at the children who came to support education today, I am so Let them see how polite they are, but if it were Wang Nier, she would roll up her sleeves and hit someone." Li Sanquan murmured.

"Hey, you also know that you are showing embarrassment to others. It's terrible, a big discovery." The old principal and Li Sanquan are too familiar, and he was joking at this moment, and then he became a little more serious in Li Sanquan's angry eyes, "That afternoon Let them try a class?"

"Okay, what to try?"

"Music class."

"By the way," Li Sanquan slapped his head, "Look at my memory."

He looked at the old principal excitedly, "Did you know? The company that came to the village to help the poor said that they would move all the villagers out to the county town, so that every child could study in the county town."

"Ah!" The old headmaster patted his thigh happily, "Good news."

"Right," Li Sanquan happily walked around the office, "We are really lucky to meet a kind person."

"Wait," the old headmaster was taken aback, "You said, everyone will live down the mountain?"

"Isn't it? Allocating houses, arranging jobs, having pension insurance, and being able to reunite with children who work in the city." Li Sanquan said with a smile, "It's great."

The old headmaster was silent, and it took a long while before he could utter a word.

"I'm not leaving anyway."

"Why don't you leave?" Li Sanquan didn't understand. "There will be no water and electricity cuts. There is a color TV and a washing machine. In winter, your mother-in-law doesn't have chilblains and can take good care of her hands. Why don't you move?"

"Then who will farm the land, who will look after the house, and who will come to worship the ancestors!" The old headmaster took a sip of his cold tea and shook his head stubbornly, "I must not go."

He muttered, "I've been here for more than 70 years, the county town, what's so good about the county town? I'll just stay here."

"Then no one cares about you, you just live on the mountain alone, maybe I'll bring a pig's head up to see you during the holidays." Li Sanquan joked.

"I'm definitely not the only one who can't leave," the old headmaster patted the table, "Most people can't leave, they've lived in the place they've lived all their lives, and they're used to it, can chickens be raised in the city? Can they farm land? Such a small The house is not as comfortable as I live in school."

"Then the big boss wants all of us to move down anyway, so what are you going to do?" Li Sanquan shrugged.

The old headmaster stamped his feet, with a trace of anger in his eyes, "If I don't move, she can force me to move! I don't care, I will preside over the ancestor worship next year!" He walked behind Li San's body and poked his spine , "You are like this, you will be scolded to death by your ancestors!"

"Let me think about it," he took a few steps anxiously, "I can't just let them arrange it like this, I have to tell the villagers first, they don't want to move, why force us to move!"

He hurriedly put on a whitish canvas bag, changed into a pair of comfortable cloth shoes, and prepared to knock on doors from door to door.

Li Sanquan opened his mouth, wondering if he should stop him or tell Lin Qingqian.

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Naturally, Lin Qingqian didn't know about these things, she just sat at the back of the classroom, holding her chin, watching Song Qingyue busy.

"Come on, sing this note." She stood among a bunch of curious dolls, facing a girl, and pressed a button on her phone.

It was an app for simulating a piano. Since there was no hardware facilities here, Song Qingyue had no choice but to settle for the next best thing.

"Come on, sing 'Ah~'" Song Qingyue pressed a key and issued the tone of the central duo.

"Ah~" The little girl followed obediently.

Song Qingyue continued to raise his voice, and finally touched the little girl's head with a smile, "You are in the high-pitched area, come, stand on the teacher's left."

Lin Qingqian looked at the busy Song Qingyue with a gratified smile on her lips.

"He's very organized, and he likes kids." No. [-] was in the same posture as her, sitting next to her, and said lazily, "I'll be a good leader in the future."

"I don't want her to be a good leader," Lin Qingqian responded to her, "It's enough for me to make the choices I have to make alone. I don't want her to be entangled and just be so carefree and happy. Good."

"The ideal is very fulfilling, but the reality is cruel. If she is always so carefree and happy, she will definitely interfere with your ruthless decision-making." Number two smiled and looked at Song Qingyue who had already assigned the voices to everyone. , and retracted into Lin Qingqian's body.

"You should think about how to talk to Qingyue." She left a sentence, which instantly added a lot of trouble to Lin Qingqian who was originally happy.

Song Qingyue glanced at Lin Qingqian, who was suddenly depressed again, and was a little worried, but he couldn't let go of these children and asked, so he could only pay attention to Lin Qingqian's movements at all times.

"Now I teach everyone how to vocalize, and usually sing, do you sing with your throat?"

"Yes!", "Why not sing with your throat?" The clear voices of the children chirped.

"Good question." Song Qingyue praised the tough boy, "Let's sing with our stomachs."

"Come on, take a deep breath and speak..."

Lin Qingqian raised her head occasionally and looked at Song Qingyue who was teaching the chorus to sing with a serious look, and the depression in her heart finally dissipated a little.

Believe that Song Qingyue will understand himself.

One class lasts only four to ten minutes. The principal arranged two consecutive classes for Song Qingyue. During the break, Song Qingyue sat on the ground very casually, looking at the students around her with a smile. Chirping kids.

"What kind of songs do you usually sing?" She held her chin and looked at the children.

A timid girl whispered, "When worshiping the ancestors, they will sing the song of worshiping the ancestors, which was written by the old principal."

Song Qingyue raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Can I listen?"

The children looked at each other, nodded, and quickly stood in a row in front of Song Qingyue.

"Hey, children of Dashan, run forward, don't look back..."[1]

Song Qingyue didn't know whether to laugh or cry at first: These children almost immediately forgot all the science they had just taught, and they all sang with fleshy voices.

The lyrics are very simple, not as simple as the lyrics for worshiping ancestors, but more like a folk song or a children's song; the melody of the song is also simple, so simple that anyone who has learned the guitar for two months can make up more complex chords than this.

But she slowly put away her contemptuous smile.

Because every child, tall, short, fat, thin, boy or girl, or skinny and timid, all sang seriously.

At the end of the song, she smiled and applauded: "It's really good."

She looked at her watch, there were still 3 minutes before class, and then she looked at Lin Qingqian who was sitting alone behind her, feeling a little cold and beckoned her to come over, "Do you want to listen to something popular?"

Lin Qingqian walked over according to the words, and immediately understood Song Qingyue's meaning, and said with a smile, "I don't hear that it's very popular."

Song Qingyue took the mobile phone she handed over and flipped through it. Sure enough, all the pure opera music seemed tall and ungrounded.

Until she turned to a song whose name was at least in Chinese, she clicked curiously: "Cantonese?"

Lin Qingqian was startled, and quickly reached out to get back the phone, but Song Qingyue avoided it.

With limited time, she directly dragged the progress bar to the chorus.

The voice of the man's wooden guitar was full of smoky drunkenness, and it pierced his heart: "Who told me I deserve it / Bind my hands and give you love [2]"

Song Qingyue was stunned.

Who told me I deserve it

Bind my hands for your love