Zero-sum game

Taking advantage of the students' morning reading, Shen Yan hurried to the back where he lived and boiled a large pot of hot water.Then I cut some shredded ginger and put it in. I saw that there was half a bag of brown sugar left over from the previous cooking, so I also put a little down.

Put the boiled sugar water into the thermos pot and take it to the classroom. A few naughty children who are not very obedient are not studying seriously. As soon as they saw him walk in, they immediately pretended to read with the book, and their voices were bluffing. Da, watching Shen Yan's actions from the corner of his eyes.

Shen Yan didn't say anything, and put the kettle on the desk.Soon the bell for morning reading rang, so he asked the children not to go out to play in a hurry, and each of them drank a little brown sugar ginger tea to warm their stomachs.

"Recently, it rains a lot and it's cold in the morning. Everyone, remember to wear extra clothes when you go to school in the morning." Shen Yan said.

Everyone lined up to pour sugar water, and Xiaoya also took her own water glass and poured a big one. She seemed very happy talking with the tablemate next to her, and her complexion improved a lot.

During the recess, the classroom suddenly became noisy, but if there is any major event recently, it is only Zhao Xiaozao's house where many celebrities have come to film TV, and Zhao Xiaozao has become a man of the class.

"Can we go and watch it after school? Is there really Song Tongtong? Which one looks better on TV?" A little girl asked repeatedly.

In fact, Zhao Xiaozao didn't know who Song Tongtong was, but he still commented with his hands on his hips, "It looks good! It looks much better than on TV!"

"My elder sister likes Zhou Xingchuan very much. I heard that he is filming TV here. She is going to come back from Dingchuan today."

Another child asked, "Who is Zhou Xingchuan?"

"It's the one who played Lin Lubai in "That Summer". He's so handsome!"

Shen Yan, who was about to come in for class from outside the classroom, just heard this sentence.

But his footsteps paused, and then he walked to the podium with a normal expression, and began to write on the blackboard to prepare for the content needed for the next class.

"I want to see Fu Qing!"

"My mother went to see Bai Ying and Ding Yiqiang today. She really likes their anti-war drama."

A child poked the one who spoke before, "Don't your sister really hate our mountain, and said that she would never come back after marrying Dingchuan."

"That's because Zhou Xingchuan is here, or she might not come back during the Chinese New Year."

"That Zhou Xingchuan is so handsome?"

"No, I don't think he's as handsome as Mr. Shen."

The enthusiastic uncle led Zhou Xingchuan along the mountain road to the village primary school. The front section was okay, with some grass and stones, and the back was full of yellow mud roads. Zhou Xingchuan's A**Js were all muddy. I have to bite the bullet and keep going.

"Brother, do the children take this road every day to go to school?" Zhou Xingchuan talked to the uncle while walking.

Uncle's Mandarin mixed with Cheung Chau accent sounded a bit strenuous, "There is no other way to go except this."

"Then where do you go to study after finishing elementary school?"

"Go to the town to study in junior high school. Now you have to study. If you don't study, you will have no way out." The uncle said with emotion.

"Yes, we all have to study," Zhou Xingchuan continued to ask, "Do the children still go home every day after going to town to study?"

"I'm not going back, I'm just boarding there. I come back once a week. Boarding is also expensive, and I have to pay living expenses. My family costs several hundred a month."

"Can the kid keep up over there?"

"I can keep up with it. My child also said that the middle school teacher's lectures are not as good as Mr. Shen's lectures!"

The camera and radio walked beside them, and Mori and the stylist followed behind.

Listening to Zhou Xingchuan's question and answer chat with the village uncle, Mo Rui was secretly happy.Even if you give the editor a red envelope, you have to ask someone to cut this section into the feature film. When the show is broadcast, you will ask Zhou Xingchuan to donate some money to the Hope Project. The marketing account will buy hundreds of hot searches and get two waves. Not enough, can't receive advertising endorsements?

In just a few words, she had already arranged the follow-up work properly in her heart.

Of course Zhou Xingchuan didn't know what she was thinking, and he was chatting with the uncle all the way, which was a bit more natural than chatting with other guests when recording the show.

After walking for more than ten minutes, the gate of the village primary school appeared in front of my eyes.

The only building is obviously a remnant from decades ago. The doors and windows are all in an old-fashioned style, but it can be seen that they have been repaired and painted new.A small playground is also paved with concrete, with miniature basketball court lines drawn on the ground, and there are also two basketball hoops.There is also a sign next to it that says the amount of money donated by the villagers to Weiwei Village, whether it is more or less, is written on it.

This sign is made of wood, and the words on it are also handwritten with a brush. It's just that the characters are delicate, elegant and have a strong character, which has a lot of charm, but it doesn't seem like a good character that should appear in this kind of place.I don't know who wrote it. Zhou Xingchuan took a few more glances and felt a little familiar, as if he had seen the style somewhere.

After walking in, you can see a small side room next to the building. There are some daily necessities at the door, which is probably where Mr. Shen lives.

The children in the class are different in age, so the progress of class is also different.It was also a math class, after Shen Yan taught multiplication and division here, he had to teach addition and subtraction there, so it took a lot of effort to take this class.

There are two other children who should be in the fifth grade this year, and he will add English classes to them.This side speaks a language that Ji Liguala can't understand, which makes the young children who are doing the problem over there unable to concentrate, and look at this side curiously.

Shen Yan said with a smile: "Don't look at it, just do your own questions obediently, and when you grow up to the age of your brothers and sisters, you can learn English."

After the strenuous class, in the next Chinese class, he randomly checked the homework of reciting ancient poems, and found that everyone did well, so he was in a good mood, so he temporarily decided to take a more relaxed class.

So he took a box out of his room, took out a brush and rice paper, and said, "Calligraphy class today."

The children in the audience immediately cheered.

In fact, he had long planned to take calligraphy lessons.Once you have finished writing with a soft pen, you are not afraid of not being able to write well with a hard pen.Moreover, exposing children to some calligraphy can also cultivate their minds and minds and help them develop concentration.

But asking them to prepare brushes, ink and rice paper by themselves was too embarrassing for these mountain children, so Shen Yan added some to the remaining office expenses, bought a batch online and sent them over.This is a remote area where express delivery cannot be delivered, so he had to send it to a collection point in the town, and then ask someone to take it to the village, which took a lot of trouble.

After teaching the basic strokes, Shen Yan wrote the character "一" on the paper with his own pen, and then pasted it on the blackboard, saying: "I will write this character today."

"It's that simple?" a student asked.

Shen Yan said with a smile: "The word 'one' is not easy. If you want to write it well, you need to practice at least a month."

An older student asked, "Should we just write 'one' too?"

"Yes, although the amount of knowledge everyone has learned is different, the starting point of calligraphy is the same. Maybe the students in the lower grades can write better than the students in the older grades."

Then everyone started to write by themselves, and the classroom was very quiet for a while.

Zhao Xiaozao, who usually talks a lot, keeps his mouth shut when he writes.It's not that he doesn't want to, he really doesn't have time to talk and chat.It is obviously an ordinary "one" character. Once I write it, it is either crooked, or the head is big and the body is small. The brush and hand just don't listen to my brain. What I think is one thing, and writing it is another thing .

Zhou Xingchuan and his uncle walked to the front of the classroom, where there were classes in progress, and it seemed that they were still in calligraphy class.

The voice of the teacher speaking in class came faintly from inside.

Zhou Xingchuan's heartbeat suddenly started to speed up, and the beating sound in his chest suddenly rose, and his body reacted faster than the consciousness in his brain to perceive something.

The uncle stepped forward and called out "Teacher Shen".

——Zhou Xingchuan instantly recognized that silhouette.

It's Shen Yan, that's right, it's Shen Yan, it's Shen Yan, it's really Shen Yan!

His brain went blank for a moment, and his consciousness was in a trance.

Why am I here?Why is Shen Yan here?

However, it was only at that moment that his sanity returned immediately.

The hand placed by his side clenched his fist unconsciously, and his footsteps froze in place, unable to move.

He actually had a lot of things he wanted to ask Shen Yan.

Why did you leave in the first place?Where did you go after that?What have you done?Why are you here?

It's just that the throat seemed to be choked, and no sound came out.

"...It's from that TV station. A female celebrity was scratched by a nail. Come and see if Teacher Shen has any medicine here." The uncle explained the situation to Shen Yan.

"That's it."

Because of the sudden arrival of visitors, the originally quiet classroom became agitated. The children all looked curiously at the camera crew outside and began to chat in low voices.

"Everyone be quiet, continue to practice calligraphy." Shen Yan said, just about to put down the brush in his hand and walk out.

At this moment, he saw Zhou Xingchuan standing behind.

The other party was expressionless, looking at him coldly.

Shen Yan's thoughts stagnated for a moment and then boiled for a moment, and he subconsciously took half a step back.As soon as he let go, the brush in his hand fell to the table with a "clack", and the pitch-black ink instantly spread on the paper, staining a square of pure white rice paper.

The two accompanying cameras were keenly aware of the changes in the air atmosphere, and even the tremors in the pupils of these two people were recorded accurately.

Even Mo Rui who was standing behind could see Zhou Xingchuan's instant stiffness.

Shen Yan took a deep breath, glanced at the camera that was obviously shooting and the staff behind him, with a smile on his face, walked down from the podium, and said: "Before... there was a student who scratched his hand before, I have some medicine here Take it and see if it works."

He stared straight at the person in front of him, afraid that something might fall on Zhou Xingchuan and reveal something.The old problem that he hasn't had for a long time seems to be creeping up again, making him feel that his breathing is a bit heavy.

However, Zhou Xingchuan didn't intend to let him pretend that he didn't know him and just fool around like that.

So he whispered: "Long time no see, Teacher Shen."

Quite a bit of gnashing of teeth.

—The story must be told from the beginning.

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