Chapter 567: Thoughts Floating
I hope you can achieve your wish as soon as possible, reunite with your family, and bring more changes and hope to this village. As for Liang Ping, let him continue on the path he has chosen. I hope he can understand the true meaning of officialdom after experiencing all kinds of hardships, but all this is beyond my control. "
Gao Yuliang turned around and walked slowly out of the village, his steps were a little heavy. Qi Tongwei followed silently behind him, without saying a word, only the light footsteps echoed on the country road.
At the entrance of the village, Gao Yuliang stopped and turned to look at Qi Tongwei. At this time, Qi Tongwei's eyes were red and tears were rolling in his eyes. He tried his best to hold back the tears, but his trembling lips still revealed his inner sorrow.
"Teacher, with your departure, this village will lose a support. I am so reluctant to let you go, and I don't know when I can see you again. You are old, and it must be hard for you to travel all the way, but I can't always be by your side to fulfill my filial duty." Qi Tongwei's voice was choked with sobs, and every word was filled with deep attachment and reluctance.
Gao Yuliang also had mixed feelings. Looking at the student who was once high-spirited but now seeking redemption in the countryside, his eyes became moist. "Tongwei, life is unpredictable and separation is inevitable. You should live well in this countryside and don't be bothered by the troubles of the past. Although I am leaving, my heart will always be concerned about you."
Qi Tongwei could no longer hold back his tears, "Teacher, your teachings are like a beacon, lighting my way forward in this darkness. Now that you are leaving, I feel empty inside. I will definitely remember your instructions and work hard to reform myself, but the pain of parting is really unbearable."
Gao Yuliang walked forward and gently patted Qi Tongwei's shoulder, wanting to comfort him but not knowing where to start. "Tongwei, don't be sad. You have a more important mission here. These children need you, and this land needs you too. Although we are separated for now, we will meet again one day."
The wind blew gently, blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground, as if sighing for the departure. Qi Tongwei looked at Gao Yuliang, as if he wanted to engrave his teacher's face deeply in his heart: "Teacher, take care of yourself on your journey. I will live well here and look forward to the day when you return again."
Gao Yuliang nodded slightly and turned away. His back gradually blurred in Qi Tongwei's eyes. Qi Tongwei stood blankly at the entrance of the village, looking at the figure going away, tears flowing non-stop. He knew that after this farewell, he might not know when he would see him again. But he also understood that he could not disappoint his teacher's expectations and must continue to walk firmly in this village.
Qi Tongwei looked at Gao Yuliang's receding back until he completely disappeared at the end of the road. The disappointment overwhelmed him like a tide. He turned around slowly, his eyes full of confusion and helplessness, and he had an urge to escape from this place. He felt that at this moment, he was the only one left in the world, and all the support and hope became illusory with the departure of the teacher. "Forget it, forget it, maybe this was a mistake from the beginning, why should I struggle here." He murmured to himself, with a hint of bitterness and helplessness in his voice.
At this time, Gao Yuliang, who was on his way back, sat in the bumpy car, looking at the scenery passing by outside the window, and his thoughts drifted back to Qi Tongwei. He thought of Qi Tongwei's weathered face, his efforts and struggles in the countryside, and a complex emotion rose in his heart. He knew that Qi Tongwei's life was full of ups and downs, his past glory and fall, and his current redemption and confusion. All of this was like an absurd but real drama.
Gao Yuliang sighed slightly and thought to himself: "Tongwei is not a heinous person in nature. He just lost his way in the vortex of power and desire. Now that he is in the countryside, although he has the desire to start over, the road ahead is still full of thorns. His fate seems to have been controlled by the invisible hand, and how much can I really change for him?" He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, scenes of Qi Tongwei's life in the countryside kept emerging in his mind: simple houses, rustic villagers, innocent children, and Qi Tongwei's slightly clumsy but extremely serious figure working in the fields.
"Perhaps this is his fate and the only way for him to redeem himself. I can only watch silently from the sidelines and give him some guidance and support. As for the final result, it can only be decided by fate." Gao Yuliang opened his eyes, with a hint of relief in his eyes. He understood that in life, many things are difficult to force, just like his expectations for Qi Tongwei, although beautiful, but whether they can be realized is full of uncertainty.
During this long journey home, Gao Yuliang's mood gradually calmed down. He no longer worried about Qi Tongwei's future, nor was he anxious about not being able to fully control the situation. He knew that everyone must be responsible for their own lives, and all he could do was to minimize regrets and remorse within his ability. "I hope Tongwei can find his own peace and happiness in that rural land, and it will be worth his trouble." Gao Yuliang thought silently, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
At the same time, Qi Tongwei stood at the entrance of the village for a long time, and finally took a slow step and walked towards the village. His steps were no longer as firm as before, but with a hint of hesitation and hesitation. But he knew that he could not give up so easily. No matter what was waiting for him ahead, he had to face it bravely. Because this was not only for himself, but also for those who gave him trust and support in the village, and for the promise he had made to his teacher.
When the first rays of sunlight in the morning shone on Qi Tongwei's simple hut, he got up early, washed up, and began to prepare his breakfast. The noodles in the pot were rolling in the hot water. He skillfully beat a poached egg into it, and then took out three salted duck eggs. Looking at the gradually forming poached eggs and steaming noodles in the pot, his eyes became more determined.
Qi Tongwei sat at the worn wooden table, eating his breakfast slowly, his thoughts drifting back to his past with Gao Yuliang and his own experiences in this village. He thought of the teacher's teachings and the innocent smiles of the children, and an inexplicable power surged in his heart.