Le Xiaomi youth sadomasochism collection

Chapter 123 Liang Sheng, can we not be sad (123)
Rebirth·Colorful Cloud Return (1)
53 get away.

Time flies by like a fleeting horse, unconsciously, half a year has already flown by in this quiet mountain.

I did not go to Tibet.

In the afternoon when Liang Sheng and I had an argument over Xiao Jiu, I immersed myself in a cold bath, trying to calm myself down—he didn’t want Xiao Jiu to stay by Bei Xiaowu’s side, just like the Cheng family didn’t want me Stay with him.Gong Yan is direct and indifferent. I don't want to think about the exchange with Bei Xiaowu in my life.

I walked out of the cold water, wrapped myself in a bath towel, sat on the sofa with my body in my arms, looked out the window, and started the countdown to leaving the city.

No one knows except yourself.

I suddenly remembered Wang Lin's pawn money.

When I found Wang Lin, he was in the orphanage. I stopped by to see Xiao Miangua. For some reason, looking at her, I had the urge to shed tears.

I handed over the pawn money to Wang Lin, and I said, I pawned the work for you, and you can take the pawn ticket to pick up the watch in the future.

Wang Lin smiled and said, wait for me to buy lottery tickets and get rich.

He looked at the money and said, I didn't expect it to be so much.

I lowered my head, and I didn't tell him that there was a part I added in it.

Before leaving the orphanage, I hugged Xiao Miangua tightly.

When I got to the door, Wang Lin ran out and called me to stop me, saying, Jiang Sheng, there is an accident at the home of a volunteer we are going with, can you help me for half a year?For a while, I couldn't find anyone else.

I hesitated slightly, turned around and said, give me some time to think about it.

Facts have proved that I didn't think about it for a long time. Just a dozen hours later, the moment Gong Yan handed me the plane ticket, I decided to follow Wang Lin to the southwest mountainous area.

Gong Yan handed me the plane ticket, stopped me with his hand, and signaled that I could take his car to the airport on the way - at that moment, what I thought was that there was a 1% chance of myself dying on the way to the airport, and there was a 99% chance of dying on the way to the airport. There is a chance of dying in a no man's land in Tibet.

I'm not afraid to imagine human nature to be so bad, but to me, the Cheng family is synonymous with the devil.

I immediately reached out to stop a taxi, and rejected Gong Yan with a smile, saying that I had already made an appointment with a friend, and I had to take a taxi to pick her up and go to the airport together.

I obviously felt Gong Yan's hesitation, but he looked up and looked around, and had to smile and send me to the taxi. He said, Miss Jiang, goodbye.

I nodded and said goodbye.

But when I got into the car, I was covered in cold sweat. I glanced at the rearview mirror, and Gong Yan's car was indeed following behind.I called Wang Lin with trembling hands, and my tone was full of anxiety. I said, I am in a taxi, but I may be being followed...

Wang Lin quickly woke up. He is a natural leader. Although he didn't understand the reason, he still told me what to do.

We agreed on a location.

I let the taxi turn into the 24-hour drive-thru restaurant of McDonald's, took advantage of the cover when ordering food, quickly got into the car rented by Wang Lin, and let the original taxi continue towards the airport, so as not to arouse the suspicion of following cars.

When all this was done, I was already paralyzed in Wang Lin's car.

Wang Lin quickly parked the car in a quiet place, called his colleagues to take the car back to the car rental company, took me to a taxi and left.

54 The story of the mistress has been rumored for a long time, right?

In this way, I followed Wang Lin and other volunteers from Qiantiange to the southwest mountainous area and became an ordinary teaching support teacher.

This is a life I never dared to dream of, inner peace and abundance.

Although, I joined Wang Lin's teaching volunteer ranks under the situation of "getting out for myself", but when I came here, everything I saw and everything I came into contact with changed my whole life.

I never thought that one day, I would see my eight-year-old sister bring a three-year-old brother to study; I never thought that a group of dirty children who looked like they got out of the mud were shouting loudly in class "Reading for the Rise of China"; I never imagined that some children would have to walk dozens of miles of mountain roads to this school, starting at five o'clock in the morning, accompanied by kerosene lamps and flashlights all the way; when we met Facing rows of mineral water and wondering whether to choose Wahaha or Yibao, they have to walk a long mountain road to pick it home just to drink a sip of raw water...

This kind of deep shock and touch on the soul made me stay here for more than half a year, and I will still be secretly moved and weep for these simple and simple children who insist on pursuing their dreams.

I have a bone comb with a red bean embedded in it, and I use this long comb to comb the long hair of the little girls, my students.I learned how to sew and sew holes in their clothes—almost half of the parents of the children here are working in distant big cities.

No matter what kind of life you lived before coming here, when you integrate into this world with too many moving colors and face too much purity and innocence, your heart will let you do a lot that you never thought you could do do things.

For this reason, Wang Lin always sighed, he said, Jiang Sheng, I never thought that you would stay here for more than half a year.

I bowed my head and sighed in my heart, I never thought that there is such a place in the world.People can't help but want to give their all.

Seeing that I was silent, Wang Lin started talking to himself.

He said with emotion, I always remember that dawn half a year ago, when I took you out of the city, it was like abducting the mistress of a gangster brother in a gangster movie...

I said, the wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return?
He spread his hands and said, I didn't mean that.Huh?How rare that you are willing to speak so many words and also recite poems. You have to hang two firecrackers at the school gate to celebrate.

In the past six months, I have been very silent.Although there is a lot of shock in my heart here, in the final analysis, I have boundless thoughts.

He said, however, I've always wanted to ask you, what's the matter with your throat?

I smiled, cleared my throat, put away the children's homework that I had just corrected, and said, the mistress story has been passed on for a long time, right?

Wang Lin smiled and said, would you like to tell me about this past?
I thought about it and said, okay, but... not now.

Wang Lin said, Mr. Jiang, I don't think you can speak like that.

I laughed and said, actually, I think things like the mistress of a gangster... It's purely a plot in a movie, it's impossible in real life.To disappoint you, I am not.When the classmates reunite in the future, you must clean up for me.

Wang Lin sat on the desk, smiled, and said, I'm actually quite strange, why did the rumor about you being the mistress of a gangster boss spread so widely among your classmates when you were studying?

I said, when I was in college, everyone was bored, and then the girls were all pregnant, and I watched a lot of TV dramas and romance novels.

Wang Lin said, they said, there will always be a lot of beautiful clothes sent to your dormitory according to the season.

I said, but, why can't it be my parents?
Wang Lin said, they say, there will often be a ghostly car quietly following behind you, and a man wearing black sunglasses sits in it...

I was slightly taken aback.

Cheng Tianyou once promised me that he would give me four years, the four years he would never participate in, until I thought of my way back.

Could it be that in the past four years, he actually appeared by my side silently?

Sometimes the past is really a great irony, how touching it was at the time, and how ironic it will be after that.

I escaped from the memory, and turned to laughing, "Singing "Erquan Yingyue" with the erhu?

Wang Lin thought for a while and said, what's more, someone chased you, but you never accepted it.A girl with such a strong sense of abstinence is not a nun, so she must...

I filled in for him and said, she must be the mistress of a gangster.

Wang Lin said, look, you admit it!
I said, yes, I admit it, those are all extras I paid for, just to experience the drama life.

55 It's a small matter that you freeze into an ice lump, but it's a big matter that I can't move an ice lump to give lectures to the children!
The southwest mountainous area is a magical place. In winter, when the snow is falling in the north, it rains finely and densely. As soon as the rain hits the ground, it turns into ice.The kids told me it was freezing rain.

It was freezing rain outside the window, mixed with snowflakes.In this mysterious and cold mountain, unmelted snow is piled up, covered in white.

Wang Lin brought me the remaining firewood and a handful of coal from his house, saying that it was impossible to go out to collect firewood in this snow-covered mountain weather.

I asked him, did he not keep it for himself?

He smiled and said, I am a man...

I refuse to accept anything, because in this wet and bitter season, a fire is the hope and support in the middle of the night. Whether it is preparing lessons or grading assignments, they are your long night partners.

In the end, Wang Lin left the firewood and coal here. He rubbed his hands, exhaled, and said, Jiang Sheng, I brought you out, and I have to take good care of you.

I said, Teacher Wang, I can take care of myself...

He interrupted me, patted my shoulder and said, Jiang Sheng, I am your teacher.

I didn't speak any more.

He said, I'm going to see Song Zhi.

I watched Wang Lin leave and turned down the fire in the fire pit as much as possible.I reached out and approached them gently, but they turned into the fireworks of that year, the river lanterns of that day...

In the end, the fireworks were chaotic and the river lights were broken...

When Song Zhi came in with the quilt in her arms, I was stunned.

She is not Qian Tiange's supporting teacher, she is a loner, and no one knows where she comes from.She doesn't have much contact with us, and she is always a little cold at ordinary times, except when facing the children, the smile from the heart at that time will shine brightly.

She said, Jiang Sheng, I will sleep with you tonight.

The tone was cold and dragging, just like a mountain king who broke into a concubine's house late at night and said, Jiang Sheng, I will sleep with you tonight!

Wang Lin walked in slowly and said, I am a man...

It turned out that he shared his firewood and coal with Song Zhi and me.

Song Zhi said to me, Jiang Sheng, the two of us squeezed together these few days and left some for Teacher Wang.

Then, she turned to look at Wang Lin, her face still full of ice, the winter here is no joke!It's a small matter that you freeze into an ice lump, but it's a big matter that I can't move an ice lump to give lectures to the children!
When Wang Lin walked out, he smiled at me and said, hey, did you see that?She still cares about me!

56 We are their warm light, and we are their hope.

Speaking of Song Zhi, one thing cannot be ignored.That was about the day after National Day.In fact, to be precise, the story should start on the day of National Day.On National Day, the whole school held a grand flag-raising ceremony.

Originally, Wang Lin entrusted me with the great task of presiding over the flag-raising ceremony, probably because he wanted to cure my silence; but I caught a cold, so the heavy responsibility fell to Song Zhi.

Song Zhi has always been a member of Qiantiange, and in Wang Lin's words, he is a "ranger". He has always wanted to recruit Song Zhi, a beautiful young woman, into Qiantiange, but Song Zhi has always ignored him.

In Wang Lin's view, Song Zhi is a mysterious girl.She walks alone. According to the old principal, she has been teaching here for more than seven years. She loves the children here very much and often takes care of some elderly people. Everyone here likes her very much.

On National Day, Song Zhi, whom Wang Lin called privately as a mystery, read a speech written by Wang Lin in front of the loudspeaker, saying, students, our national flag is dyed with the blood of martyrs!We love our flag as much as we love our country!
After reading this, Song Zhi threw the manuscript aside and asked, students, do you love your country?

The children are like an alarm clock being wound up, love!

I didn't feel anything at the time, just kept sniffling and coughing, but Wang Lin had already stood up.

Song Zhi said, do you know how to love?
The sudden question stunned the children.

Song Zhi continued, you should have independent thoughts.Love?Also understand why to love and know how to love.Love is not a slogan taught by the teacher, it is love from the heart, it is the light of hope that can still be seen in difficult situations, and it is the spiritual belief that supports one's struggle!Children, your conditions today are very difficult, tens of miles of mountain roads, kerosene lamps, cold, poverty... But, you have unlimited hope, and there are countless people in this world who support and love you.Even after you grow up, you feel that there are all kinds of unfairness in this world, I still hope that you have a normal and warm heart to love life and this world...

Song Zhi's impromptu speech caused many people present to be silent for a long time.

That night, Song Zhi and I sat together to correct homework, looked at her hazy side face under the light, and remembered what she said today, and I suddenly had the desire to talk.

I looked at her and opened my mouth slowly, as if I was talking about my own growth experience. I said, I have lived in a place called Weijiaping since I was a child, where...it is very poor...my father...disabled...um... ...mother...frail and sickly...

Song Zhi turned to look at me with a delicate expression.

I said, people in the village...have care, um, bully...I have an elder brother...he has taken care of me since he was a child...and spare no effort to give me everything he has...maltose, boiled water Noodles... If the reed chickens at home lay eggs, there will be two big poached eggs hidden in my noodles...

I lowered my head, smiled, and said, at that time, our family was very poor, anyway... it was poorer than you can imagine.Thinking about it now, I feel like I have tears in my eyes.hehe.

I said, I don't know why I told you this...

I bit my lip and said, I used to think that those bullies and those contempt would plant seeds of hatred in my heart... But I don't know why I'm sitting here today and telling you these things Sometimes...my heart is so soft and peaceful.What I think of is not the painful taste brought by the poverty in the past, not the white eyes, not the ups and downs, but all the love and warmth that my brother gave me.

At that moment, I suddenly missed my childhood very much.

Under the white moonlight, me, Xiao Mi, and Liang Sheng, the stone mill at home, the branches outside the wall, even the sound of my father tossing and turning, and the occasional coughing of my mother... are all as quiet as a dream.

When I was in this environment, I would feel that this life was unbearable; looking back now, I only remember that someone gave me good things during those difficult times.

Song Zhi looked at me for a long time without saying anything.

When I returned to my house, I saw a handful of grass on the window sill outside the house, and two eggs were hidden under the grass.Under the egg is a small piece of paper, on which a few words are written with a pencil——

Teacher, you need to get better soon.

When I turned around, a small figure dodged away.

57 Jiang Sheng, you can actually say so many words?Stop playing autistic?

The more tribulations in life, the more poignant those little touches.

I went to Wang Lin with two eggs, and wanted to transfer them to him so that he could supplement his nutrition.

When I entered the room, his roommates Liu Rui and Jia Ran were there.Teacher Liu Rui said that he went to build a house again!

Then Jia Ran added sourly that he was planning to hide his beauty in a golden house.

When I found Wang Lin, he was indeed building a house.

When Wang Lin saw me, he pointed to the stone house behind him, which was almost built in the same way, and asked me, how is it, my craftsmanship?

I smiled, coughed, and said it was fine.

He said, I built this house for my beloved girl, and I will give it to her in the spring of next year.

I said, I didn't expect that you could do such a romantic thing as building a house by yourself. Compared with you, those wealthy people who give women commercial houses are really inferior.

He said, Jiang Sheng, you can actually say so many words?Stop playing autistic?
I bowed my head and asked, do men like to give women a house to express their love?
He smiled and said, the house can keep out the wind and rain.Didn't there be "the favorite of the pepper house" in ancient times?That's the Emperor's way of expressing love.Now a rich man can give a mansion as a gift. I don’t have one. I only have bricks, stones and wood. The technology is not good, and the building has to be demolished... But I feel that she is a girl, alone in a foreign land, and I don’t want her to always feel I hope she can have a warm nest of her own.

That day, Wang Lin told me that this house was given to Song Zhi.

He said, this is a secret, Jiang Sheng!

Then he patted me on the head and said, boy, you have to keep it secret!

I said, don't shoot!Will be photographed stupid!You took too many pictures back then, and I almost didn't graduate from college!
He didn't mind, and patted me again before putting away the eggs, and said, "Little Jiang Sheng, I'm going to build a house for your teacher's wife as a teacher!"
I said, no one agrees to be nice to you.

He said, stop making trouble, Wukong!That's because the teacher hasn't expressed his love to her yet!

Wang Lin has always been a very relaxed person.At school, we all liked him.He is different from other teachers. When he taught us, he was in the second year of graduate school. He was unconventional and would stand on our side to do things.

We respect him, but we also get close to him. Many people regard him as a "confidant uncle".

He is the chapter of our youth that we wantonly sway, and it will always be treasured in our memory.

58 The festival is a hope.We are their hope and they are our hope.

After the National Day, the relationship between Song Zhi and I was not very close, although we said so many things that we would not normally say.

Song Zhi is still cold, Wang Lin likes to call her "frozen tofu".

And I, still most of the time in silence, silently listening, silently smiling.When I'm with the students, I often think of Little Miangua.

Oh, Wang Lin likes to call me "Jiang Duogua".

So, when Song Zhi walked into my house with the quilt on this freezing night, I was suddenly not used to it.

Before Song Zhi went to bed, she poured half a teacup of wine and asked me, do you want to drink?
I said, what to drink?
She said, give a glass of wine.

I said, have a glass of wine? !
She said, yes!There will be a bridal chamber in a while.

I said, huh?

She grinned, "Okay, I'm teasing you!"No wonder Wang Lin keeps calling you an idiot in private.

She said that drinking some wine can improve blood circulation and prevent frostbite.This is your first winter here, no experience, right?
She handed me the glass and said, drink it!

I drank it in a gulp, and suddenly felt that my throat was hot, as if cut by a knife, and then I couldn't stop coughing.

She said, this wine is sixty degrees!Teacher Jiang, take your time to sip...

I coughed and said, so why don't you say it earlier!

I said, yes, Wang Lin said you have been here for almost seven years, why so long?
Song Zhi raised her eyebrows and said, what a dog!
I froze for a moment, thinking that there was something wrong with my ears, and said, what?
Song Zhi said, praise you!

I said, oh.why so long?

She frowned and asked, do I have to answer?
(End of this chapter)