Chapter 216: Rebellion?
Chapter 216: Rebellion?
Feng Jingyuan suddenly came back to his senses and noticed that he was actually crying.
It must be the pebbles - okay, I won’t lie to myself, the tears came from the nameless country teacher, and the other was from the emotion for the greatness of human beings.
What moved Feng Jingyuan the most was a detail in the novel. When the Carbon-based Federation was identifying the teacher, the teacher had already died, and the four-dimensional scan only detected living objects. But it was also because of his teaching that the children memorized Newton's three laws and understood this knowledge even though they didn't know it.
Passing on the torch.
It is by passing on the torch from generation to generation that human beings have reached where they are today.
Those books were passed down from generation to generation by teachers.
The name of the protagonist, a rural teacher, was deliberately not included in the book, and even the tombstone at the end simply had "Teacher Li's Tomb" written on it, because this represents many ordinary teachers.
"Grandpa, do you want me to call the flight attendant for you?"
A questioning voice interrupted Feng Jingyuan's thoughts again.
The little girl sitting next to him was very worried. Judging from her appearance, she should be around twelve or thirteen years old.
The concern from strangers always makes people feel warm, but soon the warmth in his heart disappeared because he found that there were at least seven or eight people in the car paying attention to him, including the parents of the little girl next to him.
Feng Jingyuan experienced it himself, what social death is...
I feel a little regretful. I shouldn't have read this magazine in public.
He never expected that this writer named Gu Lu would attack his old comrade!
As for the death of the protagonist, Feng Jingyuan was actually okay and could bear it. After all, he was in his sixties or seventies and had a high tear point. What big scenes had he not seen?
But maybe it's because I'm getting older that I'm more touched by this kind of humanistic content.
Crying after reading the magazine? Feng Jingyuan felt that he couldn't afford to lose face. He looked at the little girl and coughed twice. It was time to show his acting skills as an old comrade.
Two flowers are blooming, each showing its own beauty, and the other bud is about to cry.
A small room with two bedrooms and a living room.
Qi Caiwei, who was supposed to live in the school dormitory, was taken back by her parents today because of an important matter.
"You have club activities on Wednesday afternoon, right?" Qi's mother asked while picking up food for Qi Caiwei.
Qi Caiwei had a bad feeling in her heart. Her heart was pounding. She picked at her food carefully and nodded with an almost invisible amplitude.
"Then it will only delay half a day of classes..." Mother Qi calculated in her mind for a moment, looked up, and said happily, "I'm right. You still need to improve in dancing. I've used my connections to find a dance teacher for you. You don't have to go to class every Wednesday. It should be in time to delay half a day."
Everyone knows that Qi's mother is a good dancer, so is there a need to hire a dance teacher? Of course! And it is very necessary.
"Cai Cai, if you have anything to say, just say it directly. Mom will definitely listen to your wishes." Seeing that her daughter was a little unhappy, Qi's mother said softly.
"I joined the Shu Ren Literary Society last semester. I am a very important member. I also have a performance in Les Miserables, and I am the main character. It would not be good for me to leave now," said Qi Caiwei.
"Our Caicai is very responsible," Mother Qi touched her daughter's head and continued, "I know it's hard for you to talk to your classmates. Mom will help you talk to the leaders of the club. It's okay to have someone else perform in the student's stage play."
After hearing the first half of the sentence, Qi Caiwei thought her mother had changed her mind and felt a little secretly happy inside, but the second half seemed to make her fall into an ice cave.
"After all, Mom has already told your class teacher and grade director that I will take a day off on Wednesday. You can't ask Mom to tell your class teacher again, that would waste time," Qi's mother said. It turned out that it was arranged long ago. Qi Caiwei felt bitter as if she had drunk a mouthful of vegetable juice squeezed with Coptis chinensis.
It's normal. My mother always arranges everything and then notifies me.
"No need, Mom. I'll go and talk to them myself. After all, I'm more familiar with my classmates in the club." Qi Caiwei smiled.
"Our Cai Cai has been very obedient since she was little." Mother Qi nodded with satisfaction and changed the subject, "I just got some news. Eighth Middle School has four recommended spots for the city's outstanding league members. Our Cai Cai was not selected last year. Who did they get them?"
"Not too sure." Qi Caiwei shook her head.
"Then remember to ask when you go to school tomorrow. Wudu is a municipality directly under the central government, and outstanding league members at the municipal level are equivalent to outstanding members at the provincial level, which will be very helpful for your future development." Qi's mother said.
After the serious matters were discussed, the following conversation was a more relaxed chat between mother and daughter.
Back in the room, Qi Caiwei held her cell phone, which had President Li Liru's QQ number, but she didn't know how to say it.
The president of Shuren Literature Club used to be Wan Bai, a senior student, who was very dedicated. But the rule of No. 8 Middle School was that senior students in the next semester could not participate in any activities, so the vice president was equivalent to the president.
Let’s talk about it in person at school tomorrow, Qi Caiwei decided. She sat at the table and began to write the "Witch Series". The story she was going to write today was about a witch becoming a famous actor in a stage play.
This is a story that Qi Caiwei has been writing since she was a child. The inspiration comes from the cartoon "Martin's Morning" that she watched in elementary school. The main content is that the witch has a magic of changing identity, which allows her to live in any identity.
Halfway through writing the story, Qi Caiwei couldn't continue...
I should be used to it, so why do I still feel a little unwilling?
Qi Caiwei asked herself, was it because she had put in so much effort to play Cosette that she was unwilling to give up?
That's not right. This is not the first time Qi Caiwei has encountered this kind of situation since she was a child. She always infuses her emotions into her novels to convince herself that she has experienced it herself.
Unable to finish writing the novel this time, Qi Caiwei picked up the pen again, but she was mentally resisting.
It’s like the bitter melon that I hate the most is slowly being stuffed into my mouth, and it’s that feeling that my whole body is resisting!
"Am I in my rebellious phase?" Qi Caiwei first looked for the reason in herself.
When encountering a problem, Qi Caiwei thought of her deskmate first. Perhaps in her heart, the only person who could answer her questions like her mother did was Gu Lu.
"It's past ten o'clock, Gulu should be asleep," Qi Caiwei thought of this, stopped her hand, and hesitated.
ding ding-
Penguin news.
Gu Lu, who had just finished washing up, sat in front of the computer and found that it was a message from Zhou Lin.
[Zhou Lin: Do you have time this week? I have some questions about Model United Nations topics that I would like to ask the senior consultant.]
Mobile phones are not allowed in school, but Zhou Lin will definitely bring it!
Gu Lu replied that it was no problem, because he also happened to want to know what Model United Nations was like and he currently had some free time.
In addition, think about it, "Rural Teacher" can even sneak attack on old comrades, let alone young comrades. This issue of "Science Fiction World" is a bit explosive!
In just one day, the discussion in Gu Lu Bar became unprecedentedly lively!
(End of this chapter)