Rebirth: Grab the Heart and Still Love

Su Song's biological clock is seven o'clock, neither too early nor too late. At this time, Su's mother is preparing breakfast in the kitchen.The public education class in the school is very relaxed, you can go at nine o'clock, but it will end at six o'clock in the afternoon.Normally, Su Song would be woken up at 06:30 if it was time for class, but now that it was a holiday, Mother Su didn't care much about Su Song's wake-up time.

She boiled a pot of mung bean porridge and steamed two sesame rolls, and put them in the pressure cooker to be stuffy, planning to save them for Su Song to eat when she woke up, but when she turned around, she saw her son rubbing his eyes, standing in the kitchen Look at her at the door.

"Don't sleep a little longer? Just go out at 08:30, and I'll have lunch at Mr. Zhao's house, and I don't bother to go home." Mother Su said her plan, and pushed him back to the bedroom to continue resting.

Su Song nimbly jumped away from Mother Su's hand and shrank into the kitchen, "I can't sleep anymore, I'll brush my teeth and wash my face first!"

"Change into pajamas after washing up, and then have breakfast!" Mother Su ordered after she patted on the toilet door.

Su Song squeezed the toothpaste into his mouth, and replied vaguely: "Got it."

It's still early to leave school, remembering the bag of clothes that Su Song brought home from the hospital yesterday, mother Su, who couldn't relax, found two bundles of wormwood from the kitchen cabinet, boiled another pot of hot water, and put The wormwood was thrown in, and after a while, when the water changed color, the wormwood was taken out, and then the whole bag of clothes was soaked in it.

Although she had been washed in the hospital, Mother Su was not at ease.

Su Song, who was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast, saw his mother busy, and couldn't help but interjected: "People's hospitals have disinfectant, there is no need for you to go through all this trouble."

"Who am I tossing about?" Su's mother rolled her eyes, "Isn't disinfectant also irritating, little white-eyed wolf, I don't know who wore this clothes?"

Su Song raised his hands in surrender, "Mom is the greatest!"

At 08:30, Su Song and Su's mother went out together to find the teacher's house to take the bus. Su's mother watched Su Song get on the bus before walking to the No. [-] Middle School alone.

Sitting on the bus, watching the familiar and unfamiliar scenery on both sides pass by, Su Song felt a strange feeling in his heart.

The area around the No. [-] Middle School of the city is an old city, and the greening construction will be even better in a few years. Many large fake stones will be added on both sides, and some flowers will be planted around it, which is very beautiful.

But in Su Song's eyes at this time, the criss-crossing network of wires and two rows of tall and unnamed trees constitute a photo from yellowish to vivid, and his youth begins again from here.

Teacher Zhao is the vice president of the Calligraphy Association of City A, and his family lives behind the association. He is one of the few people in the Calligraphy Association who has been allocated a house.At that time, City A was engaged in cultural construction and invested a lot of money in the Calligraphy Association and several other associations related to literature. Therefore, even if compared with the city government, some associations were not far behind.

Showing the pass that Mr. Zhao gave him, Su Song entered through the gate of the Calligraphy Association, and after walking for about ten minutes, he arrived at the accommodation area. Mr. Zhao's house lived on the fourth floor of the fourth building.

This house number was really unlucky. At that time, no one wanted to live in it, but Mr. Zhao didn't care, and stepped forward to take the apartment. Otherwise, he might not have his share of the house.

According to Teacher Zhao's original words at the time, "I am not afraid of the shadow slanting when I am upright, and I have never done anything wrong in my life, even if a ghost knocks on the door in the middle of the night!"

This upright and lovely teacher left a deep influence on Su Song's future life.

It was Mrs. Zhao who opened the door for Su Song. After asking about Su Song's health, she felt relieved, pointed to the study room with a smile, and said to Su Song, "Zi Shu has come, you can go in for class."

"Thank you, Mrs. Zhao!" Su Song remembered that Mr. Zhao was very particular about the seniority, so he bowed to Mrs. Zhao before going to the study.

"Ziru is here, where are the copybooks?" There are several small desks in the study, and in front of one of the small desks is a child who is about the same age as Su Song, holding a brush with a serious face, and standing beside him is a 50 He is a thin middle-aged man with a simple face and a pair of rimless glasses on his face.

This person was Mr. Zhao. When he saw Su Song coming in, he greeted him plainly, and immediately asked for homework.

After seeing him, Su Song's original excitement disappeared immediately, as if the gap he hadn't seen for decades was filled in an instant, and he, who had already gotten used to Mr. Zhao's style, didn't say much, and very naturally said He put down his small schoolbag, and took out the two pages of large characters that were completed yesterday as required.

Teacher Zhao reached out to take it, and then opened it to read.

The child who was learning calligraphy stopped writing, and looked for Su Song with the teacher, Su Song looked down at him, the man immediately smiled brightly and asked Su Song: "Are you feeling better? "

Su Song has a vague impression of him. Classes with Mr. Zhao are usually one-on-one, and there are a few times when the time cannot be arranged and it is one-on-two. Maybe this child has taken lessons with him before,

So he also smiled at him, "It's all right."

"Have you received the admission letter?" the child asked again.

"Got it." Su Song said.

"Which school?" The child looked at him expectantly, probably hoping to meet a future classmate of his.

"Attachment."

"Me too!" Su Songyi said, the child raised his voice excitedly and blurted out.

After reading the copybook, Teacher Zhao glanced at the child, then looked at Su Song, "Zi Shu, keep writing. Zi Ru, come with me."

The child stuck out his tongue at Su Song, so he could only continue writing.

Mr. Zhao has a habit of accepting apprentices. He likes to choose characters for others. The first characters of the same batch come in are the same. Su Song is called "Zi Ru", and this child is called "Zi Shu" by Mr. Zhao.

Since Mr. Zhao left, Su Song has never heard anyone call him Ziru, and at first hearing it, he still didn't realize it.

"Ziru?" Teacher Zhao called him at the door of the study.

"Ah? Oh, I'm coming!" Su Song followed.

Su Song followed Teacher Zhao to his bedroom. The inside is very simple and plain. The only thing that is different is the big desk by the window sill. It is old and the corners have been smoothed. fragrant.

There is a row of writing brushes on the desk, all good things.

Teacher Zhao asked Su Song to take out a piece of rice paper and watched him write a few words.Is this going to give him a little trouble?Su Song obediently laid out the rice paper, pressed it down with the ballast, and began to write with a pen.

"I'll write it for you." When Su Song finished writing, Mr. Zhao didn't say yes or no. He took out another piece of rice paper, took one of the pens on the desk and wrote a sentence with Su Song. Song exactly the same words.

Su Song's eyes lit up immediately. Mr. Zhao's calligraphy is very famous in City A and even the whole country. Although he has been taking lessons with Mr. Zhao for several years, the number of times he actually watched him write is very little.

This is a rare opportunity!Su Song immediately concentrated and stared at Mr. Zhao as he wrote.

His hands are very steady, this is his first feeling. Second, Mr. Zhao writes as easily as walking in a courtyard. The strokes seem to be random, but when put together, they fit perfectly and are extremely regular.

After finishing writing, Mr. Zhao put the two pieces of paper together. At first glance, they seemed similar, but after a long time, you will find that Su Song's picture is a little out of harmony.

Where is the inconsistency, and I can't see it.

"Skills are one aspect of writing, and more importantly, mood. Your skills are already very good, but you can't calm down. You have to remember that writing is not to write beautiful words, but to write a peaceful heart. heart of."

Su Song is thoughtful.

"Okay, practice hard, you have made great progress." Teacher Zhao, who is rarely praised, praised Su Song without hesitation. He thought that calligraphy should regress after a few days of practice, but Su Song did not expect Surprised him.

Even though the child was sick, he didn't let go of his calligraphy. It seemed that he was really interested. Teacher Zhao stroked his beard in satisfaction. Well, it seems that he is a good talent.

Then after that, student Su Song, who can be made, was surprised to find that his calligraphy homework was several times more than before!

After practicing calligraphy all morning, at noon, the child who came first and Su Song stayed at Teacher Zhao's house for dinner.At the dinner table, Su Song knew the child's name: Yang Fan.

Yang Fan has been very excited since he knew that Su Song was going to be in the same junior high school with him.For most children, the attached high school is a high mountain, which is beyond reach. This also makes all the students who are admitted to the attached high school feel unbearable. It is simply unreasonable.

However, the world of Xueba is also very monotonous. The topics of Yang Fan and Su Song cannot avoid two points: school and study:

Yang Fan: "We have an entrance exam in Attached One, how is your preparation going?"

Su Song =_= "It's okay."

"I heard that mathematics is very difficult, and I still need to take the junior high school content!" Yang Fan had a face full of teachers' perverted sarcasm, and took a bite of leek scrambled eggs and put it in his mouth, "Oh, it's so delicious!"

Su Song was shocked, "You still have to take the junior high school exam!?"

"Yeah, otherwise it's not easy to get better grades. You don't know, do you?"

Su Song_(:з」∠)_: I really don’t know...