I really don't want to be a teacher

A gust of wind blows into the backyard through the two doors leading to the backyard. In the backyard, the voice of the old man rang out again,

"...The things in the books are finished today, after you go home, review them carefully."

"...Today, the teacher asked you to come earlier, and I want to tell you something special. You don't need to understand it, you just need to write it down."

The old man's voice was a little hoarse, he spoke with great effort, and took another breath,

"...Teacher, do you want to recite it?"

The little boy's voice followed closely.

"...It's okay, it's very short, just a few sentences."

Seemingly smiling, the old man answered again.

……

"...first the first..."

The sound of chalk writing on the movable blackboard is mixed with the sound of the blackboard being lightly bumped against the wall,

The old man restrained his smile, bent his body, turned around, raised his head again, and rewrote two words on the blackboard,

"patriotic."

The old man slowly moved some staggering steps, then turned around, and said to the students,

"...Do you still remember when the teacher taught you Chinese, what was the first sentence he taught you?"

"...I remember, I remember...'I am a Chinese, I love my country'"

It was the same little boy who immediately stood up and said loudly.

"……Yep."

The old man smiled, nodded, let the little boy sit down again,

"...Whenever, don't forget this sentence."

"You have to remember that everyone has a position, and you were born here and in this country, then this is your position... It doesn't matter if you don't understand, just write it down."

The smile on the old man's face was restrained, and he said solemnly to the students.

Listening to the old man's words, more than a dozen students each took out their own notebooks, and wrote them down emphatically in the notebooks. Those who couldn't write some of the characters mixed their pinyin and wrote them down in the notebooks.

"……the second,"

"...It's hard work."

The old man looked at his students, turned around again, wrote two words under Patriotic, then turned around, looked at his students, and said aloud,

"...The achievements of an era need to consider the progress of the era, but personal achievements always require individual efforts. You have to work harder to go further... Remember this sentence too."

Seeing more than a dozen children, the old man raised his voice and spoke with some difficulty. After speaking, he took a few more breaths,

A group of students, also sullenly, solemnly wrote it down in their notebooks.

"...the third and last..."

Bending his back, the old man struggled to move his feet, then slowly turned around,

Holding the chalk in his hand, the old man raised his hand again, paused on the blackboard, and wrote two more words,

"hope."

After the old man wrote these two words, his hands trembled slightly, and he slowly put them down. Then he bent his body, turned around slowly, raised his head, and looked at his student.

"...The teacher hopes that you will study hard in the future, and also hope that you will always have hope..."

As the old man said, he put down the piece of chalk in his hand, and a smile appeared on his face full of grooves.

Some turbid eyes turned, looking at each of his students,

After writing down the last sentence, the students raised their heads one after another and looked at the old man.

"...Okay, get out of class is over."

The old man took a step forward, couldn't help stretching out his hand again, and gripped the blackboard tightly. Still smiling, he spoke gently to a dozen students.

"……stand up……"

"……goodbye teacher……"

"...Okay, goodbye, goodbye..."

Neat voices sounded in the backyard. The old man smiled, looked at the dozen or so students, smiled, and answered over and over again.

……

Listening to the voice of the old man in the backyard, and some noisy movements,

Lian Ge turned his gaze, glanced at the backyard door, paused his gaze again, and turned his gaze again without saying anything.

……

"……goodbye teacher,"

"... Goodbye Teacher Xun..."

"...Okay, okay, goodbye..."

One by one, the students ran out of the backyard, out of the main room, and gradually ran away.

From time to time, a gust of breeze blows over a few clusters of bamboo branches and leaves by the yard in front of the house, and blows into the house and the classroom in the backyard.

In the front yard, two ghost messengers stood a little further away, waiting quietly.

In the backyard, the old man said goodbye to his students one by one.

Chapter 575 Your Dad Is Not Stupid

"...Xiaoya, Xiaosi, you two stay here for a while."

In the backyard, there are more than a dozen dilapidated and old desks, chairs and stools of different heights, and a classroom composed of a movable blackboard hanging on the outer wall of the kitchen.

More than a dozen students put the books that were spread out, which looked old, or carefully closed them and put them back on the desk, or carefully held them in their arms and put them in small cloth bags.

Some were joyful, and the old people in front of the backyard either waved goodbye or said goodbye, and ran out from the backyard door in twos and threes together,

The old man stood beside the movable blackboard, holding a corner of the movable blackboard, the rope hanging on the nail on the wall on the movable blackboard was stretched straight,

The face full of gullies and wrinkles smiled, the old man smiled, watching the students running past him one by one, gradually running away,

When the little girl and the little boy ran past, the old man turned his head, called out, and stopped the two children.

"……good teacher."

"... Teacher, what's the matter?"

"...Mr. Xun asked you to stay, so you stay. Xu Si, why do you have so many questions...It must be that you were distracted during the class just now and didn't pay attention to the class."

"……how about you!"

"... I must be Teacher Xun who stayed here to see your jokes..."

The little girl and the little boy stopped in front of the old man, followed closely, and talked to each other again.

……

"……OK OK."

The old man smiled, looked at the two children, and waited for the other students to leave one after another,

Some staggered, moved their feet forward, stood still, let go of the hand holding the blackboard, and greeted the two students,

The little girl and the little boy stopped talking one after another, turned their heads back, and looked at the old man.

The old man smiled and looked at his two students.

In the somewhat empty backyard, it became quiet again.

……

"...Teacher, why did you ask us to stay?"

The little girl blinked her eyes, with some doubts and curiosity in her eyes, then looked at the old man and asked,

"It's the teacher and I want to talk to you again."

The old man smiled, looked at his two students, struggled, staggered, moved his feet, and moved closer to the two children.

His feet were trembling, the old man struggled, squatted down in front of the two students, looked at his two students,

"...That's it."

As if she understood, the little girl nodded seriously,

The little boy next to him seemed to look back at the little girl, followed suit, and nodded to the old man.

"...Teacher, when you were in class before, what did you mean by what you said at the end? It was so hard to understand."

"...Yeah, I don't even understand..."

The little girl looked at the old man and said aloud, and the little boy next to him also nodded.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand now, write it down first, then think slowly, think more, and ponder more."

The old man squatted hard, looked at his two students with a smile, and said aloud.

"good teacher!"

Crisp, the little girl and the little boy nodded their heads heavily.

……

"...Xiaoya, you are 11 years old, Xiaosi, you are almost ten years old."

Smiling, the old man slowly turned his head, looked at the two students, and said.

"...11 years and two months..."

"...It's only half a month before I'm ten years old!"

The little boy and the little girl followed closely and responded one after another.

Some smiles appeared on the old man's face, he squatted with great effort, his legs were trembling slightly, he hunched over, raised his head, and looked at his two students again,

"...Xiaosi,"

"...Hmm! Teacher Xun."

The old man turned his head slowly and looked at the little boy.

The little boy followed closely, nodded heavily, and answered.

"...Xiao Si, you are a child with a great learning talent. As long as you have the opportunity to continue studying in the future, you must continue to study and work hard..."

The old man looked at the little boy and said aloud,

"...Well! My father said the same thing. He said that I have a bright head and let me study hard with Teacher Xun... After I have learned it, I will continue to study even if I do everything I can!"

The little boy responded loudly, crisply.

Next to him, the little girl turned her head and looked at the little boy with envy in his eyes. Following her, she pursed her lips and lowered her head slowly, the look in her eyes gradually dimmed.

"...Your father."

The old man turned his head, first looked at the little girl, then turned his head again, and continued talking to the little boy, his eyes were a little dazed.

"...Well! My father said that when he was studying, he also learned from you, the teacher. He said, if I don't study hard and listen to you, he will beat me with a stick!"

The little boy spoke bluntly, and then moved closer to the old man,

"...Mr. Xun, was my father very naughty and stupid when he was studying..."

Somewhat curious, the little boy asked aloud,

"...Your father...sometimes he is a bit naughty, but he worked hard when he was studying, he was not stupid, he was very smart..."

The old man was a little lost in his eyes at first, followed by a smile on his face, and then said to the little boy,

"...Then why doesn't he continue to study?"

The little boy had some doubts on his face, and then asked,