On how to pursue a Buddhist teacher

There are many benefits to being busy.When you are busy, you don't have time to think about it, which saves you a lot of trouble.

Teacher Qi, a model teacher, had just pulled out the bottle, and ran to the class teacher meeting before he could take off the tape on his hand.There are many and complicated things in the graduating class, but the class teacher meeting is also called the ranking meeting.There must be a meeting at the end of the monthly exam to summarize the results of each class, reward the advanced and encourage the backward.

In layman's terms, it is the day when the head teacher with good grades receives the bonus, and the head teacher with bad grades shows off to the public.

Unfortunately, the class led by Teacher Qi is always at the bottom of the class, and three of the bottom five are in their class. The previous head teacher quit because of this.

Teacher Qi picked up a mess without knowing it, and sat in the front row of the conference room with a happy face on the days when he should shrink his head and be a man.

The grade teacher was dumbfounded when he came in with the grade book. In his 20 years of practice, this was the first time he had seen a class teacher like Qi Liang who had no self-knowledge.

The grade director coughed heavily twice, and took a deep look at Mr. Qi, who smiled innocently, "Good evening, director."

It seems to be deliberately embarrassing.

So the ranking will continue as usual, emphasizing that the third class has hindered the school,

"The head teacher of class three needs to strengthen the management of the students, especially those who are counting down. If necessary, they should contact the parents more and let the parents strengthen the management."

Teacher Qi was secretly playing WeChat under the conference table. He had already scored more than 2000 points.

The director raised the volume, "Teacher Qi"

Qi Liang's hands trembled, and the game villain fell down on the cylinder. When the game was over, he sighed regretfully, put away his phone, and casually agreed,

"I must strictly educate the last few students."

Teacher Qi has a strong background, does his own way, but never violates discipline, and has never left early or absent from class. The director has nothing to do with him, so he can only stare at him. "Corruption is the root of educational failure."

The culprit didn't have this awareness, he just wanted to finish the meeting early, finish the meeting early, listen to the nonsense of the menopausal dean, and be able to get off work, and then, Qi Liang was absent-minded, and walked out of the school in a daze.

Twilight has already fallen, the birds are returning to their nests, the fast food restaurants opposite the school are crowded with students carrying schoolbags, the air is filled with the smell of fried chicken and grilled wings, Qi Liang walks over, and meets several people on the way His students are different from those at school. These birds who flew out of the cage laughed carefreely. Seeing the class teacher did not reduce their happiness.

"Hello Teacher Qi"

Qi Liang nodded, and glanced at the bag in the opponent's hand

"What did you buy?" He thought he was probably a little hungry too.

“Chicken Schnitzel, Coke, and Burgers”

Qi Liang frowned, "It's too oily, is there anything else in it?"

The student groaned in surprise, wondering what kind of low-fat food should be available in fast food restaurants.

Teacher Qi belatedly realized that he was in a difficult position, waved his hand "forget it", turned around and turned back.

Parents were picking up students at the gate of the school. The cars and battery cars were packed, and Mr. Qi was crowded in the crowd and moved forward little by little along the flow of people.

As he walked, he suddenly realized that it was he who disliked fast food and high oil. Qi Liang's love for junk food has always been sincere and sincere. .

Qi Liang used to buy dinner for Xu Baibi who was in cram school after school every day, and was used to looking for health in a pile of junk food. After so many years, the day he saw Xu Baibi again, this habit suddenly returned.

Qi Liang gave a wry smile helplessly, what a man can afford and let go, it's fine if we don't meet each other, but when we do meet, it's always sad in my heart, when we parted ways, young and energetic, we made a plan not to see each other until we die, After seeing each other for a few years, how many joys and sorrows have been experienced in the middle, thinking about the past things now, Qi Liang feels that there is nothing that cannot be let go.

It's a pity that he had the heart to smile away his grievances and shake hands, but the appearance of the other party clearly still has a grudge in his heart.

After all these years, he was still a cheapskate.

Qi Liang flipped through his phone boredly, wanting to find a good place to decompress after work, and looked through his circle of friends, all of them were bar and nightclub entertainment, which obviously didn't match his identity as a people's teacher. Jialin made a phone call, thought about it, and decided to go home.

Qi Liang seldom goes home. Except for the holidays, he will not go back if he can. It is all for family harmony. He and Mayor Qi probably have a natural horoscope, and whenever they meet, they will definitely start a war.

It's just that he doesn't stay at home for many years, Mei Jialin calls every three days, and her tone is more and more similar to that of a boudoir. However, Qi Liang can see in the circle of friends every day that his mother goes to the beautician to get her face applied, and goes to the shopping mall to sweep the goods. , Life is delicious, not at all like the self-proclaimed missing son who can't sleep at night.

But after returning home for a long time, Qi Liang still felt that he had to be a little sincere, so he stopped the car at the entrance of the supermarket, went in and brought out a box of skin care products and two packs of tea.

When I brought it to Mei Jialin at home, I confessed, "They are all cheap, and the salaries of people's teachers are not high. If you don't like it, you can give it to the nanny."

Mei Jialin was so angry that she couldn't laugh or cry, she put the skin care products on the dressing table, "Your mother, I am not a person who hates the poor and loves the rich", and put the tea leaves in the cabinet like treasures.

Qi Liang lay carelessly on the sofa, looked behind his neck, caught a glimpse of the things in the cabinet, stood up with a tsk, walked to the front of the cabinet, put his hands in his pockets, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Anxi Tieguanyin, Hangzhou Longjing, Suzhou's Biluochun, Huangshan's Maofeng, Junshan Silver Needle"

"Mayor Qi can hold a tea expo here, and my two bags in there are just fakes." As he said that, he bent down to pick out the two bags, but Mei Jialin slapped them back.

"Your father is not here, are you angry with me?"

Qi Liang's hippie smile "dare not"

Mrs. Qi looked at her son, and sighed, "It's hard to come back, but just in time for your father to have a meeting." She tentatively asked, "Why don't you stay at home tonight?"

Qi Liang didn't say anything, he switched the channel, and concentrated on watching the game. The voice of the game commentary was intense and noisy, which immediately overwhelmed all the embarrassment of being speechless.

Mei Jialin didn't mention this again.

Thanks to Mayor Qi's busy schedule, the meal was quite harmonious. After the meal, Qi Liang planned to leave directly, but Mei Jialin changed into a long dress. The nude pink dress, Mrs. Qi wore it charmingly. Still alive, Qi Liang was taken aback

"Going out?"

"Yes, please take me somewhere"

"I didn't drive." Since returning to Bay City, Qi Liang sold all his cars and rode his two-wheeled bicycle every day.

"Drive my car." Mrs. Qi said with some distaste, "Put your broken bicycle in the trunk."

The evening breeze was cool, and the road in this villa area was quiet and serene. From time to time, the sound of insects could be heard from the grass. Mei Jialin looked out the window for a long time, she seemed a little dazed, and turned her head to look at Qi Liang in the driver's seat.

The skeleton of an adult man has grown into shape. Sitting next to him makes people feel at ease and reliable. He concentrates on looking at the road ahead. His hands covering the steering wheel are slender and well-articulated. These hands that once peeled apples would cut him. , now steadily fiddling with the steering wheel, was also once used to fly the plane.

Mei Jialin felt that there were many things she wanted to say, but she couldn't. The little boy back then had grown up with full wings. He had seen the colorful outside world and witnessed the joys and sorrows of the world. He finally He has grown into a mature and reliable appearance in the eyes of adults, but the price is too high.

There was a red light ahead, and the car stopped slowly.

She wanted to speak but stopped for a while, and finally opened her mouth, "You were back then"

A sharp horn sounded from behind, and the horn stopped, Qi Liang frowned and turned to look at her,

"what?"

"It's nothing, I just want to ask how your work is going?" Mei Jialin stroked her nails, and swallowed back that sentence as if nothing had happened.

"Very good," Qi Liang casually agreed, while looking at a resplendent hotel by the side of the road

"It's here"

"Yes, we're here."

Mei Jialin got out of the car and walked gracefully to her class reunion.Qi Liang watched her walk in, leaning against the car door,

How dangerous, he thought to himself.

Qi Liang heard Mei Jialin's question,

He didn't intend to evade, but he just didn't think about how to answer. The late caring is like a cup of cold tea, even if it contains expensive and extraordinary tea, all you can taste is bitterness.

Just let it sit there quietly.

Qi Liang parked the car, took out his small broken bike from the trunk, looked around at the luxury cars around, patted the bike, "Low-carbon environmental protection starts with me." He pushed the bike and walked away in a chic manner.