dizziness

After a rough journey, when Owen came to the school in the deep mountains, he was still surprised. Although the school facilities had been improved thanks to the donations from Lin Zifeng and all walks of life, it seemed like a drop in the bucket, and it still looked dilapidated at first glance. Even the most of the desks and chairs in the school are made by teachers and students. Even the poorest schools in big cities are many times better than this one. Maybe the only one that has been improved, Probably the textbooks in the hands of the students are no longer missing pages and characters as before, and the textbooks of each grade have also been classified. Although the learning conditions are difficult, the children here still have happy and satisfied smiles every day.

Because Owen is a teacher from a big city in the school, and I heard that he is a professor, the principal specially vacated a small room for Owen in the school for him to live alone, and the other teachers are basically the same as most of the students here. Similarly, I have to walk a long mountain road to and from school every day.

When he first came here, Owen was still not used to it. The bed made of laminates seemed to collapse as soon as he sat on it. He couldn’t sleep well at night. The power facilities here are also very poor. There is only one old-fashioned diesel engine. The generator, because there are no people in the school at night, so I haven't used it much. When I need lighting at night, I mostly use flashlights or gas lamps.

But the teachers here are very simple and enthusiastic, and they would ask Owen what he lacks and what he needs every day. There is a simple kitchen in the school. Some female teachers even asked if they wanted to help him take his clothes home to wash. Although Owen is not a sentimental person, every time he saw these things, he was moved but at the same time felt a little sour.

After a long time, Owen gradually got used to it, and became more and more acquainted with the teachers here. The life in school was relaxed and dull. Although Owen specialized in oil painting in college, he was a science student, and his English was not bad. So here he basically teaches children math and English, and occasionally takes them to draw.

But the school didn’t have drawing paper and watercolors, so Owen walked a long mountain road and took a long car ride to the county town to buy them.

Owen was shocked by his actions. Maybe just a month or two ago, he would never have imagined that a university teacher like himself would come to such a remote place to teach a group of children to paint the sky blue and outline the birds. Wings, but whenever he sees the cheerful smiling faces of these children when they are drawing, the smiles are so innocent and natural, and Owen seems to be satisfied like never before.

Yes, the smiles of some people in the world will make you feel that whatever you do is worthwhile. Ruan Miaomiao’s smile is like this, and the smiles of these children are also like this, but the meaning is different. The former satisfies emotion, while the latter satisfies It is human nature.

If the AIDS crisis brought Owen back to life, then going to the countryside to support education also purified his soul.

In his spare time, Owen would still sit on the bare hill and draw the scenery on the sketchpad, as if no matter how monotonous the scenery could be enriched by his pen, Owen would also find Ruan Miaomiao's sketch from time to time , It took a long time to look at it, probably because of the many times of use, the ordinary printing paper has become wrinkled and yellow.

Owen also thought a lot after he came here. Perhaps, as Xiao Ruohan said, he and Ruan Miaomiao are people from two worlds. There are too many, an age group full of unknowns and changes, and no one can predict what the future will be like.

He knew that if he was stalking and chasing after him, Ruan Miaomiao would definitely compromise in the end according to Ruan Miaomiao's pure personality, but Owen knew that what he wanted was not short-term happiness. If Ruan Miaomiao is destined to leave him one day without any harm, then he really would rather not start at all.

Although Owen understands these principles, he can't control his heart. Owen doesn't know what makes Ruan Miaomiao so obsessed with him. If it is because of his appearance, the original Jian Cheng is no worse than him. Go, if you want to talk about personality, it's definitely not Owen's favorite type. After thinking about it, it's probably because of that kiss, the days and nights with those who hugged him, and the message that came from holding his hand. The strong temperature is engraved deep in Owen's memory and cannot be erased.

If love is an impulsive choice, then infatuation is the complete house arrest of the love you choose.

"Mr. Ou, what are you drawing?"

A seven or eight-year-old boy jumped on Owen's back, hugged his neck and asked with a smile.

The weather was fine that day, and I was fine after class. Owen was sitting in the open space outside the teaching building, planning to draw another sketch of Ruan Miaomiao, because the original sketch had been blurred by Owen.

The boy on his back is called Shen Zhijia. Owen doesn't know why, but he has liked this child since the first time he saw it. Xiao Jia is different from other children. He looks white and tender, not like Dashan at all. A child who has suffered hardships in the village, after understanding it, he learned that Xiaojia grew up in a big city. His father used to be a college student who went out of this village. Xiao Jia is temporarily fostered in his hometown, and he should be picked up soon.

Owen patted Xiao Jia's head, hugged him on his lap, and said with a doting smile, "Then Xiao Jia guess what I drew?"

As soon as these words came out, the children playing around swarmed over, scrambling to look at the painting. The children here seemed to like Owen very much, and they would come over to have a look every time Owen was painting.

"Wow, Mr. Ou drew well~~ This is a person, right?"

"What a beautiful person~~ Who is he?"

"I know I know!"

Xiao Jia excitedly raised her hand on Owen's lap, and Owen smiled and said, "Oh? You know? Then Xiao Jia said who is this?"

"It's an angel!" Xiao Jia said firmly, seeing the children in the mountain cast curious eyes on her, Xiao Jia said to everyone triumphantly, "I saw it in the books in the city, and the angels are very tall. It’s beautiful, Teacher Ou, what you drew is an angel, right?”

Owen looked at the paintings on the table, his expression became dim, he was silent for a while, he stroked Xiao Jia's head thoughtfully, "Yes, it's an angel."

"But there is one thing missing. Angels have wings! This one doesn't! I'll help Teacher Ou draw!"

"Eh! Wait..."

Before Owen could stop him, Xiao Jia snatched the pen in his hand, and then drew a big wing on the paper. Owen looked at the extra chicken wings on Ruan Miaomiao's back, and couldn't laugh or cry. The other children He also followed closely, rushing to paint with strokes, and saw that a good painting instantly turned into a ghost painting.

Owen was not angry either, just looked at it with a smile, his eyes were a little bleak, he didn't know what he was thinking, seeing the sky gradually darken, Owen hurriedly asked the children to go down the mountain and go home, Xiaojia was not happy, and asked Owen went back with him, but Owen was so troubled that he had no choice but to agree.

The road down the mountain was very long. Owen held Xiaojia's hand and felt comfortable listening to the other children singing local folk songs. After walking for a long time, Xiaojia asked Owen to carry her on his back. Owen knew that this child was pampered since childhood. , When I came to this place, I had to walk more than an hour on the mountain road every day, and I felt a little bit sorry for this little thing. Owen sighed, only thinking that he would become a father in advance if he had no son.

Owen squatted down and asked Xiaojia to climb on his back. This move was incredible. The other children also clamored for Owen to carry it. Just watching this section of the uneven mountain road, Owen changed the backs of different children. Back and forth, an old bone is almost falling apart.

Xiaojia finally fell asleep on Owen's back, and Owen had no choice but to send Buddha to the west and Xiaojia to the door. Xiaojia's grandparents passed away, and the only relative in the village was his father's aunt. Owen sent Xiaojia back, thanked him repeatedly, and invited him to have dinner at home before going back. Owen felt that the hospitality was hard to refuse, so he nodded and entered the room.

There are several pigs raised in the back of my aunt's house. I just killed one today and was going to sell it in the county. Seeing Owen come, I hurriedly brought the best pork belly to make a big pot of braised pork.

Owen has lived for most of his life and has never seen a live pig. He also felt so curious that he looked at the fat things and fed them with pig grass. When I came back, I just wanted to see these pigs. Apart from painting alone to relieve boredom, it was also an interesting thing.

Everyone has been familiar with this back and forth, and even the aunt praised him for his talent in raising pigs. Owen shook his head and smiled, saying that he just ate too much pork. When he saw the deity this time, he naturally felt a little bit late. .

Two months passed in a flash, and Owen's restless mood at first seemed to have calmed down a lot.

He still thinks of Ruan Miaomiao occasionally, but it is not as hard as it was at the beginning. Owen said that he is a dedicated person, but never infatuated, but now he doesn't know whether he is dedicated or infatuated with this feeling for Ruan Miaomiao.

Owen didn’t draw the sketch that was scribbled by the children, probably because he suddenly understood that no matter how good the drawing is, some people are not around, and some people can live in themselves forever even if they are not around. heart.

On this day, Owen also sent Xiaojia home, but just after dinner, Teacher Wang from the school came to Owen in a hurry.

"Mr. Ou, it's a good thing you're here with Xiaojia, not on the mountain!" Teacher Wang seemed to be running all the way, panting non-stop while talking.

Owen thought that something happened to the students, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Wang, what's the matter? Take your time, is there any child who hasn't come home?"

"No, no, don't be nervous," Teacher Wang said with a breath, "It's someone from the communication room saying that someone called you and told you to go there quickly. Fortunately, you are not on the mountain, otherwise I will probably go back and forth. Everyone is dead, you go quickly!"

Before Owen came and asked carefully, he was urged by Teacher Wang to go to the communication room. The communication conditions in the village were poor, and only a communication room was set up far away. The villagers could only make and receive calls. where to.

Along the way, Owen felt strange. He had been here for more than two months. Except for the teachers at the school who knew about it, even his parents didn't notify him. Who the hell would call this kind of place to find him?

In the increasingly hot weather, Owen was sweating profusely from running. When he arrived in the communication room, he was out of breath and hurriedly answered the phone.

"Hi, I'm Owen, who are you?"

"..."

There was no sound on the other end of the phone, Owen looked at the receiver suspiciously, hung up?No, there should be a busy tone when you hang up, but the signal in this place is so bad that you can't even hear the busy tone.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" Owen planned to hang up if there was no more sound.

"..."

Here comes the voice.There was a very faint sound of breathing.

Owen was stunned, he seemed to be able to feel the scorching breath of the breath hitting his ears, and there were bits and pieces of dizziness in the familiarity, Owen didn't speak, he knew there was someone on the other end of the phone, and he knew who it was.

"...Mr. Ou, it's me, Miaomiao."