Colorful years

He understood that he was not an ordinary child. Despite the accident that caused him severe brain injury, God still endowed him with extraordinary talents and abilities.

He decided to cherish this gift, continue to study hard, constantly improve himself, and prove his worth to everyone with excellent grades.

Hu Tingsen, the homeroom teacher and Chinese language teacher, had a special fondness for Zhang Cong, a gifted student with excellent character and academic performance. He poured all his emotions and over thirty years of teaching experience into giving Congcong special attention and guidance…

In those innocent and expectant school days, Congcong's awakened memories are like a mysterious door leading to the past slowly opening.

Hu Tingsen, deeply imprinted in Congcong's memory, now stands before him as his mentor, becoming one of the three teachers he respects most in his life.

Congcong seemed to be able to clearly see the intertwining of his past and present lives, and those once blurry images have now become increasingly vivid.

He knew how fortunate he was to have met three good teachers in this lifetime.

Teacher Hu's teachings were like a guiding light, illuminating his path forward; Teacher Li's care was like the warm spring sun, warming his heart; Teacher Man's wisdom was like the vast starry sky, guiding him to explore the unknown world.

On that sunny, breezy morning, Congcong stepped into the school with joy and anticipation. This day was of great significance to him, because it was his first day of school and the day he would finally see Mr. Hu, the teacher he had been longing to meet.

The moment he stepped into the classroom, his gaze was involuntarily drawn to a figure on the podium. The man was tall and refined, exuding an air of awe and respect, like a towering pine or cypress.

That familiar figure and gentle gaze, like a spring breeze, instantly filled Congcong's heart with an indescribable sense of warmth. This feeling was so strong that he felt somewhat dazed, as if he were in a beautiful dream.

At that moment, Congcong's heart began to tremble slightly, as if a little deer was pounding inside. His steps quickened unconsciously, and he just wanted to get to Teacher Hu's side as soon as possible and feel the care and love from his teacher.

As time ticked by, the bell finally rang crisply. Before the other students could react, Congcong dashed towards the teacher's desk next to the podium like an arrow.

His face beamed with an incredibly bright smile, like a blooming flower, full of vitality and energy.

He respectfully greeted, "Hello, Teacher Hu!" His voice was clear and resonant, filled with his deep respect and affection for Teacher Hu. Then, he bowed deeply, his body curving into a graceful arc, as if all his reverence was contained in that bow.

Teacher Hu looked at the student with a sincere face and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

After all, he had just finished the first class and hadn't had time to memorize every student's name.

However, Congcong's actions surprised and pleased him. He never expected that a child who had just started school would be so polite and respectful.

"Who are you, student?" Teacher Hu asked in surprise, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Teacher Hu, my name is Zhang Cong," Congcong answered loudly, his eyes revealing determination and confidence.

"Ah, Zhang Cong, quick-witted and eager to learn, what a good name. And very polite too, not bad! Not bad!" Teacher Hu said happily, a pleased smile on her face.

He patted Congcong on the shoulder, as if encouraging him to keep trying.

From that moment on, the bond between Congcong and Teacher Hu quietly took root and sprouted, gradually growing stronger with the passage of time.

At this moment, Teacher Hu was completely unaware that the gears of fate were quietly turning, and Zhang Cong, whose forehead scar was very conspicuous, was like a bright star slowly rising in the trajectory of his life.

He thus became a unique figure in Teacher Hu's 45 years of teaching, the only student Teacher Hu frequently mentioned and couldn't help but praise whenever he met others.

Mr. Hu was already over forty at the time. Although the years had left some marks on him, he still maintained his simple style of dress, making him appear both calm and approachable.

His neat buzz cut further highlighted his competence and spirit. In daily life, he was kind and approachable, like the warm sun in winter, always bringing warmth and comfort to those around him.

Especially when he starts speaking, he becomes eloquent, vivid, and lifelike, his rich expressions making him exceptionally witty and lively, as if the whole world comes alive in his words.

As the classroom door slowly closed, Congcong remained standing quietly, his gaze fixed on the direction in which Teacher Hu had left.

Teacher Hu's slightly hunched yet resolute figure gradually receded into the distance, as if carrying endless teachings and expectations.

As that figure gradually disappeared, a deep, almost tangible bond between teacher and student, like a blazing flame, quietly flowed around Congcong.

It exudes a warm and profound aura, as if it can melt away all the coldness and barriers in the world.

Teacher Hu is not just an ordinary primary school teacher in Congcong's life, but also his first mentor in this life.

After taking his first lesson in life, Congcong secretly resolved to love and respect him with the most sincere heart, to keep his words in mind, and to constantly remind himself to strive for progress.

I must strive to become a pillar of society who is useful to the country, responsible to my family, and beneficial to the people, so as not to disappoint Teacher Hu's expectations and cultivation.

When the crisp, melodious "ding-dong" sound rang out in the schoolyard like a cheerful little bell, Congcong, who was lost in thought, seemed to be awakened by a sudden ray of light.