Chapter 660 What is life?
He has trained a group of young and promising successors and imparted his years of experience and wisdom to them without reservation. He believes that as long as there are successors, the development of his hometown will not stagnate.
On a quiet evening, Qi Tongwei came to the seaside observation deck again. The afterglow of the setting sun stretched his figure very long. He looked at this land that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar, and his heart was filled with emotion. From wandering on the sea when he was young, to fighting for his hometown in middle age, to now watching his hometown prosper and his children grow up, his life path was full of hardships and ups and downs, but he also gained a lot of happiness and achievements. He knows that his story is about to come to an end, but the story of his hometown will never end. It will move towards a better future with the efforts of generation after generation. And he will always live in the hearts of the people of his hometown and become an eternal legend on this land.
Finally, Qi Tongwei slowly turned around and walked towards home. At home, Liang Lu had already prepared dinner, and the children were waiting for him. The warm light, shining through the window on the ground, seemed to be calling him. Qi Tongwei quickened his pace. He wanted to enjoy this ordinary yet precious family time, because this was what he wanted all his life.
This is Qi Tongwei's life, a life full of legends and ups and downs.
Qi Tongwei quickened his pace, looking forward to the warm dinner at home and the smiling faces of his family, but just as he was about to step into the house, he suddenly felt dizzy, and everything around him became unreal. When he came to his senses, he found himself in a familiar yet unfamiliar classroom, surrounded by chattering classmates, with simple pinyin alphabets and childish paintings on the walls, and he was sitting at a small desk, holding a first-grade Chinese textbook with big pinyin letters printed on it.
He was stunned for a long time before he suddenly realized that he was just waking up from a dream. His previous life full of ups and downs, from drifting on the sea to working hard for his hometown, watching his hometown prosper and his children grow up, all seemed like a long and vivid dream. At this moment, he really returned to his elementary school days, back to the origin of all this.
Qi Tongwei looked at the slightly unfamiliar yet extremely familiar phonetic symbols and letters in the textbook, his fingers unconsciously stroking the pages, with mixed feelings in his heart. The classmates around him were reading aloud "a, o, e" with the teacher, and the crisp and childish voices echoed in the classroom, but he was a little absent-minded, his thoughts still immersed in the dreamlike "life" just now.
The teacher noticed Qi Tongwei's absent-mindedness, walked over and tapped his desk gently, and asked: "Qi Tongwei, why don't you read along? Are you feeling unwell?" Qi Tongwei then came to his senses, hurriedly stood up, and answered in a panic: "Teacher, I'm fine, I was just distracted." After sitting down, he tried hard to concentrate and read aloud with everyone, but his voice was a little dazed.
When the bell rang, students rushed out of the classroom like birds to play on the playground. Qi Tongwei sat alone in his seat, looking at the lively scene outside the window, feeling confused. He clearly remembered that in that dream, he had experienced so many vicissitudes of life, joys and sorrows. The sweat he had put in for his career, the hard work he had put in for his family, and the hardships he had experienced for the development of his hometown were all so real. How could they all disappear now? Was it really just an unfounded dream?
He stood up, walked out of the classroom, and strolled along the path on campus. The stone road under his feet was a little bumpy, and there were a few unknown small flowers planted in the flowerbed beside the road, blooming in the sun. All this was so vague in his memory, but now it seems particularly clear and vivid. In comparison, the life in the dream just now seems more unforgettable, making it difficult for him to distinguish which side is the real world.
When he got home, he saw his parents, who looked much younger, busy in the kitchen, preparing dinner. The warm yet unfamiliar scene made Qi Tongwei's eyes slightly red. He took the initiative to help. His parents were a little surprised at his understanding today, and laughed and joked that he had grown up. But Qi Tongwei could only force a smile, thinking to himself, if they knew that he had experienced such a "life", what would they think?
At night, Qi Tongwei lay on his small bed, looking at the moonlight outside the window, unable to fall asleep for a long time. He thought about Liang Lu in his dream, the wife who accompanied him through the ups and downs and shared happiness with him, and the lovely children. Their smiles and their company have now become distant phantoms. He didn't know why he had such a dream. Was it a hint of fate, or a subconscious longing or worry about his future life?
The next day at school, Qi Tongwei was still a little absent-minded. In class, the teacher explained simple math addition and subtraction, but he was thinking about the complicated interests and difficult choices in his dream. His deskmate nudged him with his elbow and whispered, "Qi Tongwei, the teacher asked you to answer the question!" He came to his senses, stood up with a red face, and hesitated for a long time without answering, which caused a burst of laughter from his classmates.
As time went by, Qi Tongwei gradually got used to the life of returning to his childhood, but the dreamlike past was always hidden in his heart. He began to study harder, perhaps because he had experienced that "life", he knew the importance of knowledge and wanted to change something with his own efforts, even if it was just an illusory dream.
In the process of learning phonetic symbols and letters, he worked harder than other students. After school every day, he would stay in the classroom, reading and writing over and over again, and his serious look made the teacher happy. He thought that now that he had returned to this starting point, he must make his future life less regretful and not repeat the difficult and bumpy mistakes in his dream.
The days passed slowly in a dull and fulfilling way. Qi Tongwei's grades in school were getting better and better, and he also made some good friends with similar interests. They discussed homework together, ran and played together on the playground. That pure childhood time gradually made Qi Tongwei's confusion fade away.
However, every night when it was quiet, he couldn't help thinking of that dream. He would think, if that was true, how should he face those people and things in the past? Should he treasure it as a beautiful memory, or as a warning to remind himself to seize the present life?