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The school rented buses for Lao Lu's classes.

As the new head teacher of Class Five, Yu Man led the students onto their bus.

Sitting in the car, many girls still couldn't help weeping softly, the atmosphere in the car was oppressive and dull.

Yu Man patted one of the girls on the back, she said with emotion:

"You may not know that I am also a student of Teacher Lu."

Hearing this, everyone looked at her in surprise, none of them had heard of it.

Yu Man's eyes were slightly red, "I went to high school more than ten years ago. At that time, I didn't expect to become a teacher. After going around, I went back to my alma mater and became a colleague with my former teacher.

"Whether it is study or work, Mr. Lu has given me a lot of help. After so many years, he seems to have not changed, and he has always been so conscientious—"

She smiled, "Ms. Lu is the best teacher in the selection of outstanding teachers every year, which is the best proof."

"I am proud of being a student of Mr. Lu, and I think the students should be too?"

Everyone nodded.

"So," Yu Man said, "Although Teacher Lu has left us, let's not forget the knowledge and principles of life he taught us. The college entrance examination is coming soon, and you are the ones Teacher Lu can't let go of the most."

She looked at everyone, "Do the students have the confidence to get a good grade in the exam to comfort his soul in heaven?"

"Have!"

The voices of all the people in class five gathered together, scaring away the sparrows perched on the camphor trees by the roadside.

The sparrows flew into the air, and the bus drove away with everyone.

The funeral home is a bit far from the city, and it takes more than an hour to take a bus.

After being comforted by Yu Man, the students in the car became much calmer.

Some students wear earphones to listen to songs or practice English listening, some close their eyes to catch up on sleep, and some refuse to waste a minute and a second, take out the exercise book from their schoolbags and start doing the questions—for example, Luo Shujie .

Since Lao Lu passed away, he studied harder than before.

Chu Yan turned his head to look at the constantly changing scenery outside the car window, and closed his eyes tiredly.

Sitting next to him, Huo Qiao frowned slightly when he saw Chu Yan rubbing his eyebrows, "Tired?"

Chu Yan hesitated, but nodded.

Huo Qiao looked at him, "Go to sleep for a while."

He let Chu Yan lean on his shoulder.

Huo Qiao's faint and cold fragrance smelled very good, which made Chu Yan feel that his headache had eased a bit.

His face rubbed against Huo Qiao's shoulder, and when he was about to close his eyes, he suddenly remembered the rice that Wang Mei had given him, and Chu Yan sat up again.

"What's wrong?" Huo Qiao asked.

Chu Yan shook his head, he reached out and grabbed some rice from his pocket, and carefully put it into Huo Qiao's pocket.

Meeting Huo Qiao's gaze, Chu Yan smiled slightly, "My mother gave it to you, just put it in your pocket."

It wasn't the first time Huo Qiao attended a funeral, but it was the first time that someone put Semi in his pocket like this.

He recalled attending the two funerals of Mr. Meng Lao and Mrs. Meng. He wore a black suit, and the funeral process was complicated. He followed Meng Ling to receive an endless stream of condolences.

Meng Ling wore a black dress, and her always beautiful face was still delicately made up. When someone came to comfort her, she would show a sad expression just right, and then she would return to her usual deserted appearance. She couldn't be wrong, and people couldn't guess her. thoughts.

Huo Qiao was still young when he attended the funeral for the first time, and was in the grief of losing a loved one.

He was put on a suit by a servant and put on a bow tie. Maybe it was an illusion. The bow tie and the atmosphere of the mourning hall made him a little out of breath, but he didn't dare to relax. He still stood upright and tried to follow behind Meng Ling and Mrs. Meng. .

Mrs. Meng was overly sad, so Meng Ling asked the servant to help the old man go down to rest first.

At that time, Huo Qiao rarely had contact with Meng Ling, so he couldn't help being very nervous, but Meng Ling didn't pay much attention to him.

Just a nonchalant glance at him at the end.

When he returned to Huo's house that day, Huo Qiao fell ill.

Huo Weiping lost his temper because of this, and scolded the servant who took care of him.

During the second time, Huo Qiao was already a lot more sensible. The figure of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy kept his suit straight.

He no longer had superfluous fantasies, and silently followed Meng Ling to attend the entire funeral. The mother and son had the same cold expression, so that anyone who saw it would say they resemble each other.

The funerals that Huo Qiao attended in the past were much more complicated than today's, but this was the first time someone stuffed a handful of rice into his pocket according to folk customs.

Because of this move, it seemed that this attendance was different from the previous two.

Even though he didn't believe it, he didn't refuse.

Lowering his eyes, Huo Qiao rubbed Chu Yan's head, "Thank you."

Chu Yan slightly bent the corners of his mouth.

He grabbed Huo Qiao's hand and whispered, "You're welcome."

In fact, Chu Yan had a severe headache, but he didn't want Huo Qiao to see it, so he buried his head on Huo Qiao's shoulder again.

He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly: "I want to take a rest."

"Ah."

Huo Qiao held back Chu Yan's hand that was holding him, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

-

When we arrived at the funeral home, after discussion by the whole class, the class leader bought each student a bouquet of white chrysanthemums with the class fee.

Everyone in Class [-] and students from other classes lined up under the instructions of the teachers, and everyone entered the memorial hall in silence.

Lao Lu's wife and daughter attended the funeral.

His wife was a kind-faced woman, and his daughter was very young, in her twenties.

The two received everyone with red and swollen eyes.

When the students saw Lao Lu's relatives, they couldn't help but shed tears silently.

Lao Lu's wife comforted them gently.

Chu Yan followed the crowd and placed Bai Ju in front of Lao Lu's portrait. In the black and white portrait, Lao Lu smiled kindly as usual. Chu Yan had a sore nose and quickly lowered his head.

After the silence, the principal of the No. [-] Middle School delivered a eulogy.

"...Comrade Lu Zhidong devoted his whole life to the education he loved. He is a good teacher loved by students and a loving donor worthy of everyone's respect.

"Since joining the work for more than 70 years, Comrade Lu Zhidong has unremittingly subsidized more than [-] poor students in rural areas..."

The headmaster's painful words set off a huge wave in the hearts of everyone.

Only then did everyone know that the reason why Lao Lu always wears worn-out clothes and why he is always thrifty——

Not because he was poor, but because he donated all the money he saved to poor students.

Lao Lu was far better and taller than they imagined.

Everyone solemnly bowed three times to Lao Lu's portrait from the bottom of their hearts.

After coming out of the memorial hall, the sky became more gloomy, and it started to rain lightly.

Everyone looked in the direction of the memorial hall with a heavy heart, knowing that they would never see Lao Lu again from now on.

A girl burst out crying uncontrollably, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooese". "

She couldn't go on, crying loudly.

All of a sudden everyone was infected by her heart-piercing cries.

Duan Jialin, who was very close to Chu Yan and the others, also wiped away his tears and said: "I, I am also sorry for Lao Lu, I always make him worry, obviously he told me not to be late for photography class, I still don't listen..."

Lin Qianmian cried and hugged her.

Xiao Chengcheng, who had very low tears, even cried out his glasses.

Chu Yan also had red eyes.

When he was looking at the remains, he didn't look carefully, and hurried over.

Because he didn't want to see the figure of Lao Lu lying there, he would rather the last impression of Lao Lu in his memory was the back of his hands behind his back slowly leaving, just like Lao Lu every time he left the classroom, rather than the one lying there The cold old Lu.

But after leaving the memorial hall, Chu Yan began to regret again.

——He just missed the last chance to see Lao Lu.

Regret was like ants biting, and the more Chu Yan thought about it, the more painful it became, and his eyes suddenly became blurred.

"Don't cry, students."

At this time, a teacher from another class said: "Don't cry at this time, if you cry again, Teacher Lu will not walk well if she sees it."

The students were all taken aback by her serious attitude, and hurriedly held back their tears.

Chu Yan panicked after hearing what the teacher said, he didn't want Lao Lu to go badly.

But he had been sad since he attended the memorial service, and it was even worse when he left the memorial hall. He couldn't stop crying for a while.

Chu Yan was so flustered that he bit his lip so hard that his lower lip was bleeding.

His lips are very light at this time, and the redness on his lower lip is very obvious.

Huo Qiao frowned immediately, and he grabbed Chu Yan's chin, "Don't bite."

Chu Yan raised his wet eyes and looked at him anxiously, his face was as white as paper.

Huo Qiao couldn't tell what it felt like, like the sting of being stung by a bee.

He paused, then suddenly raised his hand to cover Chu Yan's eyes.

"Cry, so that Lao Lu won't be able to see."

Chu Yan cried silently under Huo Qiao's palm.

It might not be appropriate to say crying, Chu Yan just shed tears silently.

He may be really afraid that it will affect Lao Lu. If there are no traces of tears, no one will know that he is crying.

It didn't take long for Huo Qiao's palms to be wet with water.

His frown deepened.

——Chu Yan's skin was very hot.

On the return bus, everyone was depressed, and the atmosphere in the car was like a gloomy sky with light rain outside the window.

Chu Yan lowered his eyes sullenly, unable to lift his spirits.

Huo Qiao raised his hand and touched his forehead.

Still hot.

He frowned slightly, and asked Chu Yan, "What's wrong?"

Chu Yan's reaction was a bit slow, Huo Qiao asked again, and then he said in a daze: "I'm not uncomfortable."

Huo Qiao was a little irritable, he didn't believe Chu Yan's words, he just said: "I'll take you to see a doctor when I get back."

Chu Yan was stunned.

Huo Qiao looked at him helplessly, and asked softly, "You have a fever, do you know?"

Chu Yan's head was dizzy, he lowered his eyes, said "Oh" slowly, and said to Huo Qiao comfortingly, "It's not serious."

Huo Qiao frowned.

Chu Yan closed his eyes for a while, but he couldn't sleep, and felt a little uncomfortable instead.

He opened his eyes, just in time to see Huo Qiao take out his phone and turn on send.

Because Chu Yan was dizzy, his consciousness was short-circuited.

He didn't avoid Huo Qiao's phone screen, just stared at it blankly.

Huo Qiao noticed his gaze and raised his eyebrows slightly.

There was nothing shady about his phone, and he would turn on send because there was new news from the "Genius Endeavor Group, Class [-], Grade [-]".

Seeing that Chu Yan wanted to see it, Huo Qiao moved the screen of the phone towards him.

Chu Yan blinked slowly, as if he couldn't react, he moved closer to Huo Qiao again.

The whole body was almost lying on Huo Qiao's body, because his feverish body was hot against Huo Qiao, and only then did he see the news in the group clearly.

Genius Endeavor Group of Class 7 of Senior Three ([-])

[Lu Leg Leg: Let’s take over from Lao Lu and do what he wants to do in the future.]

[King of the Universe: Be a teacher? ]

[King of the Universe: No, no, no, you and Lin Qianmian will be fine]

[King of the universe: I'm not that material]

[Lu Leg Leg: [White Eyes]]

[Lu Leg Leg: What are you thinking about]

[Lu Tuleg: I mean the matter of subsidizing poor students]

[Xiaolin Xiaolin studied hard: seconded]

[Genius photographer Duan Duan: seconded]

[King of the Universe: You said it was this earlier]

[King of the universe: I agree]

[Xiao Cheng Chengcheng: I agree too! ]

Chu Yan lowered his eyes to digest the news in the group, his head suddenly became clearer, and he opened his eyes wide to look at Huo Qiao.

Huo Qiao understood what he meant even if he didn't speak.

Huo Qiao curled his lips slightly, and he sent out a line of words.

[H: Chu Yan and I are fine]

[Land Leg: OK, unanimous vote]

[Lu Leg Leg: Then if we have spare capacity in the future, we can donate regularly every year, and we can donate more after work]

[Lu Leg Leg: What Lao Lu hasn't finished is still us XD]