the most beautiful time

Chapter 52 Whose life is sugar-coated (1)

It is said that the most noble profession under the sun is the teacher, but the teacher is also a secular person, and it is often unavoidable to care about trivial matters and insist on competing with the students to win.

A female colleague from the past took her students out to collect folk songs, and a pair of people drove to a remote mountain village in Shanxi.It is the age when people want to dream most, a group of boys and girls will inevitably "fly their eyes" and give birth to some ambiguity, thus delaying the normal learning of photography.Colleagues feel resentful every time they see those flirtatious girls who are "hanging their shoulders" and "flirtatiously" and want to go up and scold them, and ask them whether they are here to talk about love or to learn something of.But it was all because they did not violate team discipline too much, and forcibly swallowed such hatred.

But within a few days, an unexpected thing happened.Next to the hotel where they lived, there was a film crew, more than a dozen people, men and women, coming out and going in, it was very eye-catching.And one of the male number two with yellow hair, even cast winking eyes wherever he went, with that flamboyant posture, he had the ambition to catch all the female compatriots in one go.Colleagues are well-informed, and they don't like this kind of man who doesn't have much ink in his stomach, but pretends to seduce little girls deeply.But the female students under him couldn't bear the sprouting of youth. During the meeting, in front of their colleagues, they talked about the seductive eyes and smile of the male number two.When it comes to the place of intoxication, he closes his eyes and fantasizes about the ecstasy of embracing him.Colleagues once satirized their vulgar aesthetic standards face to face, but in return they were ridiculed with the same incomprehensible style.

Finally, one of the bold girls who loves to go around and leave behind, and the male number two began to appear in front of the public in pairs.The colleagues were almost furious, and satirized them in front of the director of the crew. The serious drama was performed so-so, but the love drama was very decent!The girl immediately quarreled with her, saying that this is personal freedom, and no one has the right to interfere!Colleagues also retorted, I have no right to interfere, so don't stay in this group if you have the ability, go out with whoever you like to gather, anyway, I am not capable of taking a girl with such a variety of styles like you on a trip!

The girl really left the team capriciously and went back to school alone.Not knowing whether she would be safe, the colleague was almost mad. He called the school with one phone call, saying that the girl had violated group discipline, and hoped that the school would give her a serious warning.

As a result, many students and several teachers came to intercede for the girl, saying that she had already been punished once, and if she did it again, she might not even be able to get a degree in the end, so she begged her to let the girl go.But the colleague seemed to be bewitched, saying that unless the girl apologized to him, she would not forgive her so easily.

The girl finally wrote an apology letter crying and apologized to her colleagues on the spot, which calmed down the turmoil.One year later, this girl graduated. During a chat, we heard from our colleagues that the reason why we pursued her so hard that time was because I had just broken up in love, and her boyfriend was caught by an equally "flirty" girl. The woman was kidnapped, so she couldn't see any woman deliberately showing off her love in front of her, even if it was her own student.The so-called punishment of students and requesting a letter of apology is purely the result of this combination of jealousy and jealousy.

I also thought of another teacher who taught us. One day, I met a classmate on the bus with him. We hadn’t seen him for a few years. The teacher and the student couldn’t help having a heart-to-heart chat, each talking about his achievements and recent developments.The classmate was eager to show the results to the teacher, saying that not only had he published several books and curated several exhibitions, but also recently had the opportunity to be a visiting scholar at a well-known university in the United States for a year.

They all thought that the teacher would feel proud of the students, after all, they were the disciples they taught themselves, and being able to make such a difference was considered a way of embarrassing the teacher.But he didn't want to, but his face turned cold, and he said with a light "oh", it seems that the teacher is not good at teaching, and he needs to study abroad to become a talent.The classmate blushed immediately, not knowing which sentence was wrong, which made the teacher so angry.So I couldn't find any suitable words to say on this journey, until the teacher got off the bus halfway, and everyone said goodbye to each other in embarrassment, the classmate let out a sigh of relief and said, it seems that I can no longer show off in front of the teacher .

Later, we learned from other students that our teacher, who applied for a study abroad visit that year, was rejected by the school, but our classmate bumped into his wound. An achievement that was originally a teacher's pride, came to him. Here, on the contrary, his scars were uncovered in a disguised form, so that the students suffered a lot of grievances. Between teachers and students, because of the teacher's narrow-mindedness, they became sarcastic opponents.

In the most glorious profession under the sun, the people in it may not always be noble and selfless. Many times, they become selfish and vain, regardless of the high or low of the profession.

When I was in college with her, we started a silent contest.Although, I have never met her, and she does not know my real name.

At that time, my articles had appeared frequently in newspapers and magazines inside and outside the province.And her name is always unceremoniously blocked in front of me.Every time I open a magazine, the first thing I read must be her article.Although every time I read it, the flame of jealousy in my heart will rise up, burning a humble heart mercilessly.But I still can't help but want to know everything about her.I can't help guessing her age, preferences, love and appearance from her few words.

We never communicated until I graduated from college.A netizen gave me her mailbox, and I also learned of her QQ from an editor, but I still stubbornly refused to actively contact her.I have always believed that if I wrote to her first, she would despise myself even more in her heart; if I published an article together later, and seeing my name, she would be careless like seeing a small ditch. , let's go over.Staring at me from a distance already hurt my eyes, so why come closer and ask for more suffering?

There are often many strange readers who write to say that they like my articles, and say that your writing is so similar to hers, and they often mistake you for the same woman.That would be a compliment, but I read it and was not happy.I thought, why write to me and mention her?Even if her articles seem to be competitive, they are published in the same newspaper as mine, even if occasionally even the editor will confuse me with her, even though my appearance may be extremely pale compared with hers, but that is how?No one really understands me. Hidden behind the words, I can still be a proud woman like her.

In the first year of graduate school, she took the initiative to add my Q and said, hello.I sent her a little smiling figure as a reply.But there is no deeper communication with each other, just gossip about the weather and the like, the thick walls built by each other's jealousy, maybe one of them can collapse instantly if you take the initiative to knock it open, but we are far away Standing, the wall said hello, and they each walked away, letting the wall continue to extend high and upward.

But I accidentally saw her blog from her Q profile.Almost ecstatically, I typed the blog's address right away.I hope that there will be a photo of her on the homepage of the blog, or that I can get a glimpse of the privacy I have always wanted to know from each log.For example, whether she is younger than me, whether she has a romantic love that makes me yearn for being single, whether she has a family that is superior to me, and whether she is graceful and calm, all of which are beyond my reach.

I saw a lot of things in her blog.Knowing that she has a love with ups and downs, when the flames of emotion come, it will also burn my heart; and when it falls to the bottom, I feel a little relieved besides sympathy.I go to her blog almost every day, and I pay more attention to her love than she does herself.I hope she will slow down the speed of love, at least, so that I can also find my own share, so that when I move forward with her, I won't feel lonely and desolate.Knowing that she is one year older than me once made me a little proud. It seems that with this extra year, I can speed up and surpass her.And when she mentions in her diary that her skin is as smooth as porcelain, she can do hair in shampoo commercials, she can get more royalties than me every month, she can buy her favorite brand-name clothes at will, or regularly When it comes to beauty treatment, I care about such details, and I still refuse to let go.I knew that I was taking her excellence, and I fell to the ground, stinging my eyes.Although, such a comparison may seem meaningless to outsiders.

We tacitly communicate on Q very little.And I, when I log into her blog, never leave a message.I peeped at this woman whose words are similar to mine but whose life is far more exciting than mine, shining brightly on the Internet; even her face, which I have never known, is also in my imagination, blurred by the colorful descriptions of her daily life Like a green gauze, charming and moving.

So until a pen meeting organized by a certain newspaper in Suzhou, she and I were also invited.On my blog, I saw that after several hesitations, when she finally agreed to go to the editor, she decisively extinguished her desire to visit ancient gardens in Suzhou.I think I can't tolerate a woman who is superior to me in dress and appearance, standing in front of me and saying, hello, we finally left the text and met in Suzhou.In my imagination, her critical gaze will definitely glance at me lightly, and then discard me.And I, who is equally proud, have fought for so long, no matter what, I cannot be defeated by her so easily outside of words.

And dodging is the best way.

(End of this chapter)