tear up a white paper

"Okay, okay, how come it's like you won't see me in the future!" Han Fei waved his hands and said cheerfully: "If you don't pass the exam, don't come to see me, so that we can hate each other in the future! "

"Didn't the teacher say he would watch us graduate?"

"I'm still looking at you!" Han Fei answered the question again, and suddenly asked back: "Why, do you think that if you enter seven classes separately, I don't know which of you has studied, who fell asleep in class, and who didn't hand in your homework?" , who is not good? You underestimate me too!"

"Or, do you think that if you enter another class, have other teachers, and other head teachers, I can't control you?" Han Fei half-jokingly threatened, so that the children could not tell the truth from the fake, but only felt It seems to be comforted: Although the art class is over, he will not break his promise, and their teacher will not ignore them.

"Life is about getting together and parting. If there is a meeting, there will be separation, and if there is separation, there will be reunion. This is just one of the smallest. I am waiting for you to come to see me with the admission letter. In the future, if you have the heart , still remember me, then bring your own children to see me."

"teacher--"

"I'm young, wait for it!" After saying the last sentence, Han Fei turned around and turned his back, not watching the children pack up their things, nor their tears.

It was him who was useless, unable to take them to the last step.

"teacher……"

When Han Fei turned around again, there were only a few class committee members left in the class. The huge classroom was empty, and they could hear a buzzing echo when they spoke again.

"You made the recipe list? Thank you." Han Fei looked at Qian Hui, then Jin Cheng, and each of the children who bought and delivered meals to him every day these days, and comforted him: "I won't be the class leader anymore, You can study hard with all your heart and soul!"

"If we don't buy food for you, we won't get used to it!"

"Then how about doing one more math problem during the meal shopping time?" Han Fei spread his slender palms, signaling that they could return the meal card to him.

"Teacher, then... can we still find you?"

"Of course!" Han Fei agreed without hesitation, thought for a while and added: "Just chatting, if it's a matter of chatting, let's talk about it after the exam!"

"Can I ask you questions that you don't know?" Huang Jue forced a smile, with a bitter expression on his face, he said sadly: "Class [-]...that head teacher doesn't like me, saying I'm a mouse shit...Teacher...I don't want to Go back." Before he entered the art class, he was the black sheep of the third class.

Several others had the same idea.

In fact, they chose the art class not because they liked painting so much, let alone because they had the talent in this field.The US exam is just a way out for them, and their family can afford the expenses.

The more important reason for them to choose the art class is that they were not integrated into the original class, and chose to escape at the time when the art class was established.

"When I think about going back to face them, I feel like I have nothing to love..."

"The book is for myself," Han Fei interrupted him, and handed Huang Jue a tissue to wipe away his tears, and said, "You have passed the exam, and it has nothing to do with anyone except yourself. But if you If you fail the exam, everyone will have an extra reason to laugh at you and scold you: Look, he is just mud that can't support the wall."

This sentence shocked everyone present, they had never thought of it this way!

They are candidates, and no one has ever said such blunt and stimulating words to them.

They didn't even think that such indifferent words came from this teacher who had a good-looking smile and looked easy to be bullied. Bullying him would make them blame themselves. He was always as warm as a spring breeze.

Han Fei twitched the corner of his mouth, sat down on the teacher's chair, put his arms on the desk, propped his chin, thought for a while, and said: "Put yourself in such a stubborn way that no one will look down on you, stick to it, You will feel that life is not so sad, because you have no time to think about those irrelevant people and things."

This is easy to say, but in practice, only those who have experienced it and persevered know how difficult it is to ignore others and insist on oneself.

Han Fei understood this feeling all too well.

"The most difficult thing about persistence is that you only have one person. Look at the long-distance runners on the track and field track. They always run in echelons in every game. The leader of each echelon has only one person, just like in this running competition. Among them, there is only one leader, the leader of the echelon can be seen at the end of the echelon in front, and the leader of the whole game can only be unremittingly running alone, he can only insist on doing what he wants to do alone things, run down step by step, cross the line, and win."

Having said this, Han Fei's heart trembled.I am lucky, because on the track of his life, he was not always alone, he also had his father, once, his father was behind him, and he always had his father's support.

"I promise you," Han Fei said seriously, "When you encounter problems that cannot be solved by your own strength, I will try my best to answer them."

"?" This is different from the expected answer. A few children are ignorant, looking at their trusted teacher. Generally speaking, in this situation, wouldn't they say "I'm still here", "I'm here", or " I'm with you"?

"The answer is not the solution." Han Fei took the folder in his hand and patted them on the top of their heads one by one like a punishment, reminding: "People, you can only solve your own problems by yourself, and all others can give are opinions." and suggestions. People can only rely on themselves to live!"

"To put it simply, I can't take the college entrance examination for you!"

The children laughed through their tears, "Teacher, the principles you speak are different from others!"

"Because what I'm talking about doesn't make sense at all!" Han Fei smiled and waved his hands, watching them move their desks and chairs, reluctantly leave the classroom of the art class, and return to their original class.

In the empty art classroom, only Han Fei was left, with his desk, his classroom chair, his meal card, and the sixteen proposals he had painstakingly made.

"It's not a big reason, what is it?"

Han Fei raised his head, saw a familiar person, and slightly lifted the corners of his mouth, with a half-smile.He threw him an apple, took one for himself, and ate a small half in one bite.

"Teacher, are you sad?"

"?"

"I'm very happy." Yuan Hua walked into the classroom, looked at the empty classroom, and said sourly: "You pay too much attention to them, you ignore me as soon as school starts, and forget about me, I'm not happy. So, now I'm very happy that the art class is over."

"..." Han Fei sighed, the temper of a child!He glanced at him while holding the apple, and said, "How is your review? Are you confident in this entrance exam?"

"Hmph, I didn't study or take the exam before." Yuan Hua was so confident that he didn't take the joint exam seriously, and said arrogantly: "But it's different now, just wait for me to become a blockbuster! "

"Cut, short-sightedness! What's so special about being amazing at Jiusi Middle School?! In our school, even if you are the first in the grade, you may not be able to get into a good university!"

"!" Yuan Hua blushed from being choked, wishing he could dig a hole and get in immediately to hide his ignorance.He talked big again, and he was crushed by him again!

"Teacher, shouldn't you encourage me? I'm an examinee, and the examinee is heaven!"

"Hmm!" Han Fei looked at him jokingly, the two of them became more and more familiar with each other, and the expressions on Han Fei's face increased!He squinted his eyes and smiled and asked, "What day are you? Yesterday? Today? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow?"

There is an allusion to this incident. In the early morning of the first day of the new year, Yuan Hua received the lucky money from Han Fei, a big red envelope like the one he took at home, and said: "Come on, come on, it's a good start. A teacher for one day and a father for life." , as an elder, isn't it normal for me to give you lucky money?"

Yuan Hua looked at the 200 yuan in the red envelope with mixed feelings. 200 yuan is not much, but it is Han Fei's food expenses for a month.

"Why are you crying for New Year's Eve!" Han Fei sneered, imitating his father coaxing him, while touching the top of Yuan Hua's head, along the back of his head, and pinching his neck, saying: "Good boy, Grow up obediently, yesterday, today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow...every day after that, you will be healthy and live a long life!"

……

"Teacher!!!" Yuan Hua went crazy, holding half an apple in his mouth and suddenly exploded. He grabbed Han Fei's shoulders, shook him into a leaf rolling in the storm, and said angrily: "Teacher, you are biased, you Bully me, you bully me again! How can you... bully me like this!"

"...I really don't know who is bullying whom!" Han Fei was out of breath laughing, and Yuan Hua's shaking made him dizzy. Where did he go, pushed him and said: "Okay, okay, don't bother me, go back to class!"

"..." Yuan Hua had no choice but to swallow the apple in a few mouthfuls, walked a few steps unwillingly, then came back, and said, "I'll go change a book after class." Before Han Fei refused, he was flying Ran.

"Hey—" Yuan Hua had already run away when Han Fei pushed him out.Reluctantly, Han Fei took his folder, walked out of the teaching area, walked through the empty playground and free activity area, and returned to the dormitory to continue his unfinished painting.

Knock, knock, knock on the door.

Han Fei didn't look up, and continued to smear on the drawing board, with a pen in his mouth, and said vaguely, "Open the door yourself."

"? Teacher Han, are you there?"

"..." Han Fei paused with his busy hands, looked at the almost completed work in front of him with vacant eyes, added a few strokes, and replied, "Yes."

"..." Wang Bin stood at the door, waiting awkwardly.

He knocked on the door, and the other party said something that he didn't hear clearly. He called for the door, and the other party replied, yes.Then……

There's no after that.

What's happening here?

Has he been shut down?

It's getting more and more arrogant!

Wang Bin stared dryly, then knocked on the door again: "Mr. Han?"

"Wait a moment."

"..." Wang Bin waited patiently for another "for a while" until the clock on the other side of the teaching building was struck, the "for a while" finally passed, and the door finally opened.

Wang Bin looked at Han Fei suspiciously.

Han Fei hadn't taken out his apron yet, the colorful ones were full of oil paint, and his hair was accidentally stained with paint. He pulled the corner of his mouth perfunctorily, let Wang Bin into the room, and left the dormitory door open.

"Did I... bother you?" He had already forgotten his annoyance after waiting at the door for nearly half an hour.

Chapter 18