From teaching to superstar

Chapter 218 Blessings from the Children
When Xian Zhiming introduced the conference process to Hu Yang, Hu Yang also met eight other teachers who won the title of "National Top Ten Outstanding Supporting Teachers".

There is Tang Xinrui, a supporting teacher from the southeast of Gui (Qin), who is only 53 years old in real age, but already gray-haired like a 70-year-old man, with a kind and gentle smile on his face.

When hearing Hu Yang's self-introduction, he looked at Hu Yang with relief and joy.

This is the way the older generation looks at the younger generation, and the torch is passed on and never goes out.
There is also Jiang Juanxiu, a supporting teacher from Caiyunzhinanshan District, a thin old man who can be blown away by a level 7 wind, but has taught in that poor village for nearly 50 years.

If it wasn't for the same reason as Baili Pumei, she would not have come all the way to the capital to receive this award.

Because she has used time to prove her status in the hearts of the people in Caiyun Zhinan, which is unmatched by anything.

For her, spending more than a week in the capital might as well teach the children a little more knowledge.

There are also volunteer teachers from the impoverished mountainous areas of Gansu Province, volunteer teachers from several yurts built into schools in the deep grasslands of Mongolia Province, and volunteer teachers from the Naheishanbaishui area of ​​Heilongjiang Province
Facing them, Hu Yang's attitude was very low, unprecedentedly low.

I just admire them for decades of sowing the seeds of wisdom in that barren land and cultivating the unknown desert of knowledge.

Because of them, knowledge is passed on in that place
After entering the entertainment circle, his ten-year teaching experience in the snow area is incomparable to any star.

However, at this moment, in front of these senior teachers, it is nothing, not worth mentioning at all.

In addition to Baili Pumei, Hu Yang also wrote down his phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to the other eight volunteer teachers.

Tell them that if you have something to call yourself, Hu Yang will do his best to help them.

Although the Yangshu Education Charity Foundation mainly supports Ali in the snow area, it is not impossible to support other places.

It's just that the foundation has just been established, and everything is still so immature.

Everything needs to be moved forward step by step. It is too difficult to reach the sky in one step.

They heard that Populus Hu Yang would no longer continue to teach, and they didn't mean to blame him at all. On the contrary, they wished him smooth sailing in his current career.

Because only kind-hearted people can quietly guard the teaching and educating people in a small unknown village for decades without fame and fortune.

How can it be possible to accuse or question Hu Yang why he no longer continues to teach.

Jiang Juanxiu took Hu Yang's hand and said kindly: "Son, you don't need to feel sad and depressed because you have proved that you are a kind child in ten years, as long as you don't forget your original intention, that's enough. "

Hu Yang nodded heavily with slightly red eyes.

Her words made Hu Yang think that the decision he made to leave the snow area was extremely correct.

He must let the Yangshu Educational Charity Foundation cover more places, and not let the honor he is about to receive be stained with dust.

Time passed slowly, and Hu Yang also got to know other teachers or principals.

For people like them, Hu Yang also respected them.

But it definitely didn't have the attitude towards Jiang Juanxiu and the other supporting teachers.

No reason, just because Populus euphratica is also a supporting teacher, has suffered different hardships, and smelled the smell of wind and sand.

The conference is about to start in 10 minutes, and Hu Yang is ready to take the seat with his name on it.

As a result, the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang several times.

Almost forgot to mute or turn it off.

The main reason is that I have been away from the city for too long, and I don't have this habit.

If it was in the previous life, the mobile phone must be turned to silent state during the meeting.

He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was a message from Zhou Lan.

[I sent Dolma and the others’ wishes for your Teacher’s Day to your WeChat, go and have a look]

Seeing this message, Hu Yang showed a sincere smile.

I don't know how the little girl is doing now.

Glancing at the venue, he went to the tea room while opening WeChat, and finished loading the tens of megabytes of video.

I looked around and found no one.

Populus Hu Yang clicked on the video, the screen was shaking and the picture quality was not very good.

There was also Zhou Lan's voice, telling Xiao Zhuoma not to be impatient, and to start talking when the shouting started.

The video progressed slowly, and soon the figure of the little girl appeared.

Wearing the white lace skirt that Song Wenya bought for her, she was well-dressed, and Hu Yang could tell that Zhou Lan had put on makeup for her.

The small face looked at the camera seriously, and then began to speak crisply after glancing upwards.

"A piece of short chalk outlines the vastness of the sea of ​​learning; a narrow podium sets up a scaffold leading to the truth; a piece of earnest teaching expresses sincere words of affection; an immortal red pen depicts a beautiful picture of the future of students ; a thick stack of textbooks, full of hard work and hard work; a pair of warm hands, leading the students to grow up happily"

After finishing speaking, her small face wrinkled, and then she looked at Zhou Lan who was holding the phone and said, "Mr. Zhou, the teacher definitely doesn't like me saying this, I don't want to say it."

"Okay, you can say whatever you want to Teacher Hu." Seeing Wangdui's reluctance, Zhou Lan gave up helplessly.

In fact, she also felt that it was not good to say such clichés that were too formal and insincere.

But sometimes it has to be said that the reality is like this.

Little Dolma heard that Mr. Zhou agreed.

Immediately, a bright smile appeared on the little face that was a little tanned by the scorching sun on the snowy plateau.

It is no longer the serious face before.

He coughed a few times, and said solemnly to the camera: "Teacher, Happy Teacher's Day!"

But soon the style of painting changed.

"Teacher, Dolma misses you so much. Dolma wants to go back to the village to study. Can you come back and teach me?" Her voice was full of expectation and sadness.

She used to always want to go to a "prosperous" town with her elders.

But now that I am studying here, I miss my teacher and don't like it here anymore.

Hearing that she missed him, Hu Yang felt uncomfortable, so he said silently in his heart: "Dolma, the teacher also wants to go back, but sometimes you make a choice, and there is no turning back, so you have to stick to it."

"Dolma, don't be like this. You are already a first-grade student and have grown up. You are not a child in preschool. You have to be strong, you know?" The screen suddenly went dark and kept shaking.

There is also the voice of Zhou Lan comforting Dolma in the video.

It was also faintly heard that Sam and Yang Jin whispered a lesson to her, not to make the teacher sad, not to let the teacher see them crying.

Otherwise, the teacher will feel uncomfortable.
But there was still the sound of little Dolma sniffling.

The video will be gone soon.

Hu Yang exited the video interface, and saw Zhou Lan on the chat interface saying that he sent it by mistake, and asked Hu Yang not to watch the video.

Without replying to her, click on the next one.

You can also see little Dolma's red eyes saying blessings to her on Teacher's Day, and finally flattened her small mouth, feeling very wronged.

Followed by the blessings of Tashi, Wangdui Nima and the other seven.

Looking at the familiar and lovely faces of the children in the video, Hu Yang felt infinite concern in his heart.

But I can't go back, there are still many people waiting for me.

Because sometimes, there is no arrow back when you open the bow
(End of this chapter)