On Rickshaw Pullers and Lecturers

Chen Zhicai, this is the handwriting given to him by Mr. Zhou, it is very pleasant to hear and beautiful (the latter refers to the handwriting written by Zhou Long for him, flamboyant and handsome).

He likes it very much.

Chen Goudan smiled, and greeted the uncle who was walking towards him. He said that his job was on the right track. Apart from Mr. Zhou, his uncle deserved the most credit.

"Uncle, where are you going?"

"Oh, nephew, don't mention it." The uncle showed a very sad expression on his face, "My stupid son made a mess at school, his teacher asked someone to bring me a message, and now I am going to go. "

"Is it..." Suddenly, a certain school and someone flashed through Chen Goudan's mind, "Jining Middle School?"

"Ah, yes, yes! Jining Middle School is the best school in Ancheng. I was really happy that my stupid son could study there. Now it seems that the relationship inside is too complicated! Maybe my stupid son is stupid To take the blame for others!"

Chen Goudan knows how much his uncle loves his son. Even on weekdays, no matter how simple the meal is, his son's food will not be short. He ate and drank before, and he saw them The gap in food and drink between children; children are the debts of their parents, the debts of the previous life, and the suffering of this life.

For a moment, he actually thought of his parents, half of the winter has passed, it should be the new year.

Should he go back?

Now, there is still half a winter to think about this matter. If you really don't know what to do, how about asking Mr. Zhou?Mr. Zhou, so good.

"Good nephew? Why are you so dazed? I have to go to school quickly, it's getting late!"

It's getting late, and it's time for him to pick up Mr. Zhou.

I don't know if Mr. Zhou is lecturing to the students now, he also wants to listen.

So, Chen Goudan said to his uncle: "Uncle, I'm going to Jining Middle School too. Let me take you there."

"Good nephew, it's not in vain for uncle to take care of you!"

The uncle also knew that the nephew owed him a lot, so there was no need to be polite about this matter, so he got into the car and went to Jining Middle School together.

There, Brother Zhang greeted him at the door.

The uncle laughed at him and said: "My son said that he often sees you waiting here. Could it be that he has taken a fancy to Mr. Xizi?"

"Uncle..." Chen Goudan's face turned red all of a sudden. After all, he really fell in love with the teacher in this school, but the gender is wrong. Mr. Zhou is the same as him. He still likes it very much, "I don't, here There is also a lot of business.”

With his stupid mouth, he couldn't think of any good reason to perfunctory, but the uncle didn't think deeply, so he nodded.

Then, he made such a phone call, which Chen Goudan still remembers deeply.

"Nephew, I'm not saying that it's wrong to like female teachers, it's just that she has studied and has a noble status, but we are vulgar people, and we can't climb high, and..."

And what?Chen Goudan was a little aggrieved immediately, his Mr. Zhou was not that kind of person.

However, he also had to admit that his uncle was right.

The distance between him and Mr. Zhou is sky by sky, even if he can recognize a few words now, so what?Mr. Zhou can read those crooked ant characters (Chen Goudan's knowledge of English), and he can also write beautiful Chinese characters. He knows so many things, which is better than that poor scholar in the village!

He is not worthy of Mr. Zhou, no matter how much he deceives himself.

He, Chen Goudan is just an ordinary farmer, now he is a rickshaw driver all over the street, and he will be like any ordinary person in the future, except for his sexual orientation and not being able to marry a wife, everything is so ordinary .

He didn't know what Mr. Zhou's world was like. He was timid in front of the door and didn't dare to go in and have a look—what Mr. Zhou looked like in front of the classroom.

But he is so convinced that it must be very charming. There is no one place about his Mr. Zhou that is not charming.

"Oh, what am I talking about? My son said that no matter how high or low a person's status is, there are always two people. What a big deal! I don't understand! So, nephew, if you really like that girl Teacher, just work hard, pursue someone, marry back, and make your parents proud!"

Chen Goudan: ...

He touched his nose, and happily greeted his uncle's pat on the shoulder, but he still had to refute.

"But, uncle, I really don't like a female teacher, really", and then he said in a low voice, "I just like a male lecturer."

The uncle was taken aback for a moment, he may have heard it, or he may not have heard it.

"You boy, if you really like someone else, just go for it! In this world, maybe we will be gone in a few days."

Just say so.

Then, Chen Goudan separated from his uncle, and he went to the downstairs where Mr. Zhou was teaching. This place was not the same as that of the uncle's son, so he came here alone.

It was the first time for him to come to this sacred place. Reading is a very sacred thing for peasants like them. Everyone who reads is very precious.

He was a little scared again, afraid that he would unintentionally break the tranquility of this side.

Suddenly, the sound of reading aloud came.

"...Mountains have hubs, and scorpions have elms. Children have clothes, which can be driven by flowers. Children have chariots and horses, which can be driven by..."

What does this read mean?Chen Goudan didn't understand, but soon after he walked into the corridor and heard it outside the classroom, he no longer struggled with what it meant.

That was Mr. Zhou's voice.

He chuckled, and read it again, and it was so catchy that it hit his heart.

"...I have chariots and horses, and I can drive them around."

It’s hard to describe his joy. He quietly looked in from the window. He had seen Mr. Zhou’s clothes countless times. He took off his cotton coat in the classroom to give lectures. He looked a little thin, but he was standing on the podium. That moment - he is a god, a king.

In that piece of world, he talked about everything, he could raise anything, and he could answer everything.

Such a young man, so eye-catching.

And Chen Goudan knew that when he saw Mr. Zhou like this, he would never see another person in his life.

No one else could make him so intoxicated.

Mr. Zhou... Xingshun... he read slowly from the bottom of his heart, staring closely at his Mr. Zhou.

Then, Zhou Long also seemed to have noticed that fiery gaze, and cast a look, just right, to see that person.

You finally came.

His lips moved slightly, as if he was saying this sentence.

Then he laughed.

The author has something to say:

I laughed too, Ka Ka Ka.

Speaking of which, I never thought of writing this plot before I wrote it, but now it seems that it is really wonderful!