I'm on duty in Yinshi

Zhao Nishang nodded.

From ancient times to the present, this principle has always been the case.

The mana Meng Ci gave Zhao Nishang contained all the information about Wen Xuean, so she naturally understood what kind of person Wen Xuean was.

It's just that when Zhao Nishang actually saw Wen Xuean, the feeling of familiarity and strangeness became stronger and stronger.

She knew that Wen Xuean and Su Huaiqing were completely different, maybe they were somewhat similar in temperament, but they were two people after all.

At this time, Zhao Nishang saw the shadow of a person superimposed on Wen Xuean's body. It was a person she would never see again, but she would never forget. That shadow drifted away from Wen Xuean's body like a cloud of smoke.

He is not him!

But at this moment, a certain regret deep in my heart was fulfilled.

The obsession in Zhao Nishang's heart that had been entrenched for thousands of years seemed to be melted away by the warm sunshine at this moment, and the gloomy eyebrows and eyes suddenly became much brighter, and a smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

Wen Xuean couldn't help being taken aback.

To be honest, Zhao Nishang is really the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life. Even though she is dressed plainly, she has a beautiful appearance and a refined temperament, even more beautiful than the female stars on TV.

Immediately, Wen Xuean asked casually: "Mr. Jin, has the village head arranged a house for you?"

"do not know."

Zhao Nishang replied very naturally: "As soon as I enter the village, I will first visit the school."

Wen Xuean nodded knowingly: "In this case, let me introduce the situation of the students to you first."

Immediately afterwards, he told Zhao Nishang every detail of each student's name, personality, learning progress, and family situation, so that the new teacher could quickly integrate into the children.

"Don't look at their young age, in fact, children know a lot."

Finally Wen Xuean said: "Teacher Jin can rest assured, they are very obedient and kind."

"okay, I get it."

Zhao Nishang's eyes flickered, and his tone seemed to carry a little different emotion.

"The situation in Yuntian Village is not complicated. The village head decides all the trivial matters, and he has great prestige in the village!" Wen Xuean didn't notice Zhao Nishang's abnormality, and continued: "This school is under the leadership of the village head. It was built under the persistence of the old man, so if you have anything to do, you can go to him directly, the old man has a very good heart."

Zhao Nishang nodded.

She is playing the role of teacher Jin Yan very well now.

Having said so many words in one breath, even though Wen Xuean was supported by Zhao Nishang's strength in his body, he finally felt tired at this moment, closing his eyes and gasping for pain.

He is terminally ill.

In the last week, I had to hold back the severe pain to finish the class, and I had already taken all the special medicines I brought, so I just relied on my own willpower to hold on.

Zhao Nishang stared at Wen Xuean, and asked with concern: "Where do you live? I'll help you go back and rest."

"Teacher Jin Yan, thank you very much." Wen Xuean didn't feel embarrassed, his physical condition was indeed bad, and Zhao Nishang was willing to help him now, so it was naturally the best.

"Just behind the school, very close."

Zhao Nishang lifted Wen Xuean from the stool and went straight to a small stone house behind the school.

"Basically, there are houses like this in the village."

Wen Xuean stretched out his hand and pushed open the half-closed door.

The house is very simple, with a pair of clean ballet shoes on the window sill, and a framed photo on the table. The background is a group photo of a theater and a ballet company. Wen Xuean, with a pale face, stands in a corner of the crowd, looking a bit inconspicuous.

It should be a recent photo taken.

In addition, several pieces of washed white clothes were hung on the bamboo poles, and there was an old mosquito net covering the bed.

"The environment you live in will be almost the same by then."

With Zhao Nishang's support, Wen Xue'an slowly sat down on the chair, and smiled with the corners of his mouth up: "However, the geographical environment of Yuntian Village is good, and it won't be too cold even in winter."

"Will Mr. Wen leave here?"

Zhao Nishang asked curiously.

Wen Xuean shook his head, but looked at Zhao Nishang strangely.

Obviously, the two had known each other for less than half an hour, but he always felt that this teacher Jin Yan seemed to be a bit different to him, but it really made Wen Xuean say that he was ugly and Yinmao, and he didn't know where to start.

"Mr. Jin, please sit down."

"Okay, thank you."

Zhao Nishang sat on the wooden bed, stared at Wen Xuean's pale face, turned his mind, and then asked:
"Where is Mr. Wen from?"

Wen Xue'an didn't answer immediately like before, he lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.After a while, he said with a calm smile, "Like Yuntian Village, it comes from a remote mountainous area."

"It was also because of a special opportunity when I was a child that I had the opportunity to come into contact with ballet, like it and work hard for it."

Zhao Nishang glanced at the ballet shoes on the windowsill.

It can be seen that Wen Xuean really likes dancing, and he loves it sincerely from the heart.

Zhao Nishang didn't talk too much about this topic. She didn't want to expose Wen Xuean's scars. After all, it was too cruel for a person who loves dancing. Instead, she asked gently: "Actually, I have a special question. Curious, why are you still so optimistic after going through so many things?"

Wen Xuean looked at Zhao Nishang strangely, and finally couldn't help asking this time: "Mr. Jin, did we know each other before?"

Zhao Nishang shook his head.

"It always feels like you know me very well." Wen Xuean looked suspicious.

"When we went up the mountain, the village head told me a little bit about you."

Zhao Nishang still answered very naturally, and couldn't find any faults: "And Mr. Wen, you can be seen by a smart person at a glance, and I'm not stupid."

"..."

Hearing this sentence, Wen Xuean smiled helplessly.

Immediately, Zhen began to chat like a friend: "The optimism you see is forced out after being defeated."

Zhao Nishang was taken aback.

When Wen Xuean saw it, he suddenly found it a bit interesting.

In fact, he doesn’t have a friend who can talk in Yuntian Village. The villagers work from nine to five, and there is no common topic to talk about. It seems that Zhao Nishang, who is about the same age, came to replace his teacher again, and now he has Interest in conversation.

Of course, the more important thing is——

He really feels that his current physical condition is not bad!
"In fact, I have felt that fate is unfair more than once, and I feel that God is deliberately targeting me!"

Wen Xuean's voice was hoarse, but there was no complaint or anger between his brows, but a free and easy demeanor:

"First it was disability, which ruined my dreams, and then cancer, which ruined my life. I don't understand why my life has become like this?"

He looked at Zhao Nishang and smiled: "Those dark days were really hard.

"Just,

"It's just that one day suddenly, I felt that this damn God just wanted to see me in such a mess."

In the words, Wen Xuean's body suddenly burst out with an extremely powerful force, his brows and eyes raised, and his somewhat delicate face suddenly became firm: "So I can't be defeated by him. Not only must we look forward, but also let ourselves Get your life back together and do what you can.”

"Once I figure it out, whether it's looking at people or other things, I won't be too obsessed with appearances. Sometimes I will find a different beauty when I look at things."

"Later, when I knew that my time was numbered, I was still quite unwilling."

When he said this, Wen Xuean couldn't help but think of the special arrangement of relics that he had experienced, and couldn't help laughing:
"However, because of certain things, I became relieved. I want to leave more traces of myself in this world, and I don't want myself to be forgotten. This is my selfishness.

"Now everything that should be done has been done, so I don't have any regrets in my heart."

"The temperature is just right."

After the conversation stopped, the enamel teacup filled with hot water was placed in Wen Xuean's hand.

Wen Xuean looked at Zhao Nishang and smiled gently: "Thank you."

then.

Neither of them spoke.

The cool afternoon breeze blows into the house, bringing comfortable tranquility.

Zhao Nishang put his hands on the bed and heard the barking of dogs and insects in the distance. At this moment, he felt very relaxed.

after awhile.

Zhao Nishang looked at Wen Xuean who was resting with his eyes closed, and sent another golden-red cloud into Wen Xuean's body so that he would not be too painfully tortured by the illness at the end of his life.

"I should go, Mr. Wen."

Immediately, Zhao Nishang stood up and bid farewell.

Just when Zhao Nishang was about to step out of the room, Wen Xuean opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Nishang's back, and suddenly shouted:

"Teacher Jin."

"Is there anything else Mr. Wen can do?" Zhao Nishang asked.

Wen Xuean reminded:

"Teacher Jin is very beautiful. Although the people in the village are very friendly, please pay more attention to safety."

Zhao Nishang was taken aback when she heard the words, she had no idea that Wen Xuean called her to stop her because of this matter, so she nodded seriously and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wen, for your reminder."

Immediately, the sound of footsteps faded away.

Wen Xuean picked up the enamel cup, gently blew away the heat rising from the water, and took a small sip.

Immediately, he drank a few more sips.

Because as Zhao Nishang said, the temperature is just right.

Feeling the temperature conveyed by the water glass with the palm of Wen Xuean, he raised his eyes to look at the sun outside, and a slender figure was vaguely reflected in the blurred halo that shone through his pupils.

tread,
tread!
Wearing a ballet costume, he danced heartily on the empty stage.

let's jump.

The corners of Wen Xuean's mouth curved, and he gradually closed his eyes.

-

-

"Is this his story?"

"kindness."

Zhao Nishang and Deng Qingmei stood in front of an open space, with a tombstone in front of them, and a few bunches of freshly picked flowers were placed in front of the monument.

I saw that it said:

【Tomb of Teacher Wen Xuean】

"I don't know why I suddenly feel a little blocked in my heart."

Deng Qingmei sighed.

On the way the two came to Yuntian Village, Zhao Nishang had already told Deng Qingmei about Wen Xuean.

Immediately, Deng Qingmei asked Zhao Nishang curiously: "Did you help Wen Xuean get this tomb for the princess?"

"No."

Zhao Nishang shook his head, with a smile on his lips: "At first, a few of his students helped together, and later the village chief led the villagers to build him a tomb. The location is not bad."

Deng Qingmei looked into the distance.

At the foot of the mountain stands a big house made of stones, which is the school in the village, and the whole Yuntian Village can be seen from here, with a pleasant view.

"Someone will remember his goodness for a lifetime, and will never forget him."

Zhao Nishang raised his head slightly, stared at the colorful clouds floating in the sky, and smiled slightly: "Wen Xuean's little selfishness is satisfied, and he is remembered by more people."

"kindness!"

Deng Qingmei nodded vigorously.

……

……

In Yuntian Village.

"I heard that two teachers came to teach the children in the village this time."

On the uneven dirt road, several people from the village gathered together for dinner.From time to time, I could see other villagers sitting next to them with their rice bowls, some would interject from time to time, and some would just eat and listen over there.

"I heard from the village chief,
"One teacher's surname is Jin, and the other's surname is Zhao."

His dark face spoke an incomprehensible local accent.

"That's very good. The village chief said that all the dolls who want to study are good dolls." A woman next to her with a turban on her head said, "My baby is not happy with life and death. He spends his days in the mountains."

"It's enough to know how to write the name."

Some villagers also feel disapproving.

"Hey, if the village chief hears your words, I'm sure the village chief will poke your forehead with a wooden crutch!" said a villager who couldn't hold back his laughter.

It is not difficult to see the prestige of the village chief during the conversation.

"It's a pity, Teacher Wen." An old man smoking a cigarette narrowed his eyes slightly: "He died at a young age, but when we went to his room, Teacher Wen's face was quite peaceful and good. "

"Go up the mountain in the future, and clean up the weeds for Mr. Wen."

Someone smiled and bared his teeth: "A few days ago, I picked a few flowers and put them in front of the tomb."

"Hey, is the person next to the village chief Mr. Zhao?"

A young man with his sleeves rolled up saw two people approaching in the distance.

The dark-faced villager knocked with his eyes wide open just now, and said affirmatively:

"Yes, it's that Teacher Zhao."

The head of Yuntian Village is an old man who is nearly sixty years old. His body is still quite strong, and he walks like the wind. On the contrary, the wooden crutches in his hands seem to have become decorations.

Next to him was a normal-looking woman wearing black-rimmed glasses.

The village head stood still in front of everyone, and introduced: "This one is Mr. Zhao, let's help each other more in the future."

Perhaps it was the influence of Wen Xuean.

Even the villagers who don't care about reading have great respect for the teacher. They quickly wiped the corners of their mouths and shouted in unison: "Hello, Teacher Zhao, I am..."

Teacher Zhao, who is said to be from Binhai, smiled.

-

-

One month has passed since the Battle of Mount John.

It's also early April.

Coastal Cemetery.

Today's weather is a bit cloudy, with light rain.

Li Kui came to stand in front of a tombstone with a bamboo basket, stared at the energetic man in the photo, couldn't help but smile brightly from the corners of his tightly pursed mouth, and sat cross-legged in front of the tomb without feeling dirty.

"Ouch, look at your dirty place."

Li Kui reached out to wipe off the fallen leaves and petals that were wet by the rain, and took out the offerings and placed them on them one by one.

Looking at Yang Chao's photo, he smiled and said, "Old Yang, guess what wine I brought you today?"

Li Kui took out the wine bottle with a mysterious expression, shook it in front of the tomb, and said triumphantly: "Millennium wine! This is a good thing, Lao Li, it took me a lot of effort to get it from Brother Meng." Pry the bottle from here.

"Today, it's just the two of us drinking."

As he was speaking, Li Kui was about to pour wine for Yang Chao, when he looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, he said a little unhappily: "Hey, I'm drinking with my brother, what are you doing. Old Yang, look at me... "

In an instant, the wind followed the clouds.

The dark clouds all over the sky dissipated in the blink of an eye, and the sun hanging in the sky shone golden sunshine.

Li Kui glanced at Yang Chao, and raised his eyebrows: "Just say that you are awesome!"

In the black and white photo, Yang Chao is wearing a policeman's costume, looking at Li Kui with a smile on his face.

Thank your neighbor Lao Li for the two monthly tickets, thank the cold-blooded killer with Mo De's feelings for the two monthly tickets, and thank the soldier Oscar for the four monthly tickets! ! !