June is our farewell song

Chapter 181 Summer Night
In this world, nothing can match a pure heart.

Teacher Guan Zhongting opened the book "General History of the World", and there was a neatly cut note in the middle, which said so.

He picked up the note with his index finger and thumb, and the handwriting was clean and free, just like its owner. The boy who liked to wear cool-colored clothes appeared in his mind.I read idle books in class, and asked him to get up to answer questions, but the answers were fluent, so I had to go to him to take the book away, and he asked "what's the matter" very unconvinced.

The idle book that the child reads is this "General History of the World".

It is extremely rare for children of that age to read "Global History", not to mention one in a million.Even he, a teacher majoring in Chinese language and literature, had to read it when he was writing a thesis when he graduated from university.Guan Zhongting put the note back in the book and recalled the first time he met him. He had an argument with a classmate during the recruiting activity of the literature club. As for the child, I am afraid that the two had already started fighting at that time.

Finally, when he went to fight to ask the reason for the quarrel, the child held back for a long time, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "The way is different, we don't conspire with each other." laughed out.

Later, in the literary club, the child showed considerable enthusiasm for writing and reading. There are many large books that few children can read, but he can patiently read one after another. .However, since that summer, he has never opened the book again.

As the night was getting dark, Guan Zhongting packed up his things and prepared to go back to the classroom dormitory. When he closed the door, he found a person standing in the darkness under the eaves outside the door. The person saw Guan Zhongting coming out and walked forward, with a faint smile on his face. The glasses covered the eyes, and the voice was warm and long: "Teacher, are you planning to go back so early?"

"It's you? What are you doing here, are you waiting for me?" Guan Zhongting locked the door and walked out of the house.

"No, the students' evening self-study has just ended. I have nothing to do. I walked around and saw that the lights are still on here, so I came to take a look." Chen Ge caught up with Guan Zhongting's footsteps in two or three steps, with a tinge in his tone. Similar to a pleasing taste.Guan Zhongting was a little annoyed when he heard that, he didn't like students talking to him in an overly respectful tone, as if the students were much lower than the teachers.

When he was a class teacher, he always wanted to treat students with a friend-like attitude, but the difference in his natural identity and role made him often put a hot face on a cold ass. Every time he wanted to talk to the students peacefully, but the students' The attitude is often obviously perfunctory and resistive. Even if there are a few who are willing to communicate with him, the content of what they say is modified and carefully chosen, which makes him very frustrated.

What's more, the person in front of him is no longer that young man, but his colleague.

"You are the head teacher of the key class now, so you should be very busy. Why do you come to me, an old man, when you have time?" Guan Zhongting said, "You can't come here if you just go shopping. Tell me, what's the matter with you."

"Actually, it's nothing. It's just that I used to have a few books. I kept them with you, teacher, when I left school. Now I want to take them back." Chen Ge took a step forward and stood in front of Guan Zhongting, "I Believe me, teacher, you must have preserved it very well, right? You have thought about it. Thank you teacher for so many years."

"Keep it? That's not what you said when you gave the book to me." Guan Zhongting looked at him, "You said, take it away, I don't want to see these books anymore, but I don't have the courage to burn them , I just want to find a place where people won’t disturb me, I don’t know who I can give it to, so I’ll leave it to you, teacher, please.”

"Hmm... But, it should still be there, right?" Chen Ge's attitude gradually became tougher, obviously losing the flattery he had just had.

Guan Zhongting looked at him for a long time and said, "Go back."

"teacher……"

"Those books are gone, go back, and care more about your own students."

"Teacher Guan!" Chen Ge shouted from behind, his voice echoed in the night sky, "Is it really gone?"

After returning to the classroom and dormitory, Guan Zhongting walked into the bedroom, turned on the lamp on the desk, put on the reading glasses that he had taken off from the bedside table, lay down on the ground slowly, dragged out a wooden box from under the bed, and opened the lid. The smell of ink filled the nostrils. There were some books and other sundries in the box. There were stationery bags, cartoon stickers, and other things, but none of them looked like they would be used by a man his age. .

He took out the General History of the World from his briefcase and carefully put it in. He didn't rush to close the lid, but sat on the ground and sighed at the box.

He recalled that day a long time ago, when he was sitting in the office sorting out the lesson plans, a girl wearing a freshman school uniform rushed in and walked aggressively in front of the new female teacher at the next table. The teacher was a fresh graduate. A new college student, Aimi, is now taking a lunch break. She is painting her nails. When she saw a student coming in, she didn't even look up, and she was still concentrating on painting her nails.

"Teacher, why do you punish her like that? She is not feeling well. Even if there is no leave note, you can't let her stand in the corridor all morning?"

"She is late, what do you think should I do? She didn't even give a report when she entered the door, and she didn't even say hello to the teacher. She just barged in in a daze, and fell asleep on the table as soon as she came in. How should I deal with the school rules? It's all written on it. I didn't punish her, I just let him stand outside sober, I didn't hit her, and I didn't say anything about her, why are you so anxious?"

"So, teacher, do you still think you are generous? Rules are dead, and people are dead too?"

"The weather is not very cold now. Standing in the corridor for a while won't affect anything. Didn't you ask you to accompany her to the school hospital later? The school doctor also prescribed medicine. It's just a common cold. It's no big deal."

"What's the big deal? Originally, her cold was almost healed, but she was still a little tired. After standing in the autumn wind for so long, now she has a fever of 38 degrees. It will take at least a week before she recovers. Bitterness, that's what the teacher said, is it no big deal?"

"What's your attitude! Have you ever talked to the teacher like this? Go back to class!"

Then the student walked away angrily. It is reasonable to say that he can't take care of the affairs of other classes, but Guan Zhongting still couldn't help asking: "What's going on? Punish the sick student? This is not very good."

"Anyway, that's how my teacher disciplined me when I was in school. If I made a mistake, I have to be punished. The heavier the punishment, the better I remember it. Moreover, new teachers like us are young and have no qualifications and do not establish prestige. Which of those students would listen to us? Yes. This Li Shiyu is really... let her be the squad leader, but she behaved like this, it seems that she has to be replaced."

Guan Zhongting didn't say anything more, but he remembered the name of that freshman with a different temperament: Li Shiyu.

Some of the things in the box in front of her belonged to her.

Guan Zhongting reached out his hand to support the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, touched them twice and thought for a while before taking them off, folded the frames and put them back on the bedside table, closed the lid of the wooden box and pushed it back to the bottom of the bed. After so many years, the children of those years have grown up, and two of them have returned here to work as teachers.

I'm getting old too, and I can't see clearly without reading glasses. A few years ago, I could often run ten laps or eight laps on the playground. Now it's hard to go up to the fifth floor, and I have to stop to catch my breath.Gradually, I began to habitually forget some things. The more recent, the easier it is to forget, and those things from the past have become old with time.Instead, remember fresh.

Some time ago, seeing Chen Ge's student, the child named Qi Yu, really made him feel like he saw Shi Yu back then. He was obviously a very good literary seedling, but he had a musician's temperament on him. It's exactly the same, I don't know what kind of path she will choose in the end, and speaking of it, I never thought that Shi Yu would go to a normal school, alas, no matter what, these are not issues that I have to consider.

Maybe the principal is right, he has reached the age when he should consider retirement, after this year, he should prepare to go through the formalities.

After packing up his things, Guan Zhongting suddenly felt a little stuffy. He stood up, took two steps and pushed the window open. The lively cicadas chirping and the cool evening breeze rushed in. He immediately became more energetic. This gentleman An elderly man with a bald head and a greasy face could not help but smile, and then the smile gradually widened, and the wrinkles on his face slowly rolled up, like a blooming flower.

Summer is here!
(End of this chapter)