The Most Simple Wish

A Wednesday in the middle of September. Dai township has been drizzling since the morning. Looking up, there are no dark clouds in the sky, but the whole head seems to be covered with thick gray particles. These gray particles have no intention of flowing in the windless air. After eight o'clock, the rain increased, and the rain washed down on dacha mountain in the distance. At the end of the line of sight, thin blue lightning from the mid air silent on the ground

Tao Huizhen has been busy bringing the children who live at the foot of dacha mountain to school. Her feet were muddy, she was holding an umbrella in her hand, and her clothes were still wet by the rain. This is the biggest and most urgent rain in Dai village this year. The tea field is full of energy under the rain. Ten thousand rain lines form a rain curtain, which makes people unable to tell whether it is raining from the sky or spraying rain from the ground to the sky.

The rain water flows down from the banana leaves of the village, and also from the Xieshan style roof of the bamboo building with hanging feet. It gathers into a puddle in the village. The air gradually became fresh and cool.

It has been more than three months since Tao Huizhen came to Dai township. Summer has passed in the days of heat and lack of rain. On the contrary, in the early autumn, the rain tends to increase. Make still hot temperature, temporarily eased down.

Today, 11 students didn't come to school. Tao Huizhen looked out at the rain and lowered her head. The school building looked a little empty and cold.

The rain outside is urgent. She shivered. Her coat was wet through, and it was cold and damp against her skin.

At nine o'clock, the rain did not decrease at all, and the sky was still full of gray particles. Tao Huizhen has the thought of exploring the students' home. She wants to talk about a new lesson today. She doesn't want any students to fall behind. When she wanted to find Dao Xiaotong to take her class, she found that Dao Xiaotong was missing.

Dao Xiaotong looked at the rain curtain outside the empty window, and a cool air poured in from the outside. The whole Dai village is dark green. "The rain will not stop for a while and a half," she said, looking at the rain covering her field of vision

"Not necessarily. It's a rainy day. It's already autumn." Mr. Li is sitting on a small bench, weaving a bamboo basket in his hand. His eyes never leave his work. In the morning, when he got up, he looked at the sky. The darkness was not entirely black clouds, but a little light in the dark clouds, which created the gray atmosphere. So according to experience, this is the precursor of continuous rain.

Before the continuous rain, there is often a heavy rain. Then the rain decreased and stayed in a certain amount of hourly precipitation, which is likely to last for a week. In his memory, it rained for half a month one year. The weather that year was very similar to that of today. The continuous rain in autumn may be interrupted for several minutes to several hours in the middle, and then the day will be endless like a leak.

Mr. Li thought, fortunately, he prepared a lot of wild vegetables yesterday. These wild vegetables have been enough for the livestock in the yard for several days. I wish it would be sunny earlier, but if it was as bad as that year, he would still have to go to the foot of the mountain to cut wild vegetables in the rain. It's time for the pig to grow weight. It can't live without food. Whether it is strong or not is directly related to whether the children and teachers of dachacun primary school will use stationery next year.

The old man sat for a long time and felt his feet numb. Thought, no problem, now cut some wild vegetables is not difficult to him. Although it was muddy at the foot of the mountain, he would not be scared away. He had seen the little girl who lived in the second family at the foot of the mountain and often went out to cut wild vegetables in rainy days.

When Mr. Li asked her, "why don't you prepare more wild vegetables to avoid going out on rainy days?". The little girl's answer was very interesting. She said, "there is only one duck in the family. It eats less. We should try to give it fresh food.". She would stay at home only in the heavy rain.

Up to now, Mr. Li can't forget the little girl's words, although they sound very childish, just literally. But somehow, the old man felt a profound meaning. The little girl's eyes were looking at Mr. Li. Two people's eyes have less than a second time, just on, and then staggered in the past. Mr. Li knew that she must have thought of the past when he and Mr. Wang came to her home at the beginning of the completion of dachacun primary school.

For this matter, li felt guilty, the little girl must think that everyone abandoned her. But the old man knew that he could not persuade the girl's grandparents. The condition of her family can't be changed by outsiders. From then on, no one from dachacun primary school ever came to her home, and all previous teachers didn't even know that she existed.

Is it powerless for an old man? And for a little girl, is it hopelessness without any light?

After crossing with the little girl's eyes, Mr. Li looked away. The little girl's eyes made him suddenly think of the Green Peacock in the mountain——

Dao Xiaotong came to Li Lao's bungalow before the rain became heavy. The house is in the backyard of dachacun primary school. Now the rain is less than just now, but the sky is getting darker. A transparent water line seeped down from the angle between the shed roof and the wall, and the small bungalow also leaked rain.

She put her hand out of the window, followed the rain from the eaves with her palm, listening to the "gurgling" sound of rain gathering in her palm. She is like a child with immature mind. She looks out of the window at dachacun primary school in the rain. I can't help worrying.

Li's cottage is full of moisture. The room was very small, with a small wooden bed in one corner. Dao Xiaotong leaned against the window, and there was another place occupied by Li Lao's woven bamboo basket. The room was already stretched.

The darkness inside the bungalow contrasts with the gray weather outside. Dao Xiaotong looks back at her feet. In the dark light, she can't see the pattern of the bamboo basket woven by Lao Li. She can only see the outline of a gourd. But she felt that Li's hand never stopped. Weaving bamboo baskets is a common skill of Dai people, and Mr. Li can do it by instinct. But Dao Xiaotong doesn't know this craft.

"It didn't rain when it should, but now it's falling. It's going to rain for a few days. I'm afraid that room will leak." She said. It refers to the building of a school.

Old Li nodded. His voice was just like the weather. He couldn't lift his spirits: "if it rains heavily, it will drip. If it rains continuously, it will seep.". Just like my room, when it was built, the roof of that school building was paved thin and carelessly, and it hasn't been repaired in the past two years. "

"Oh." Dao Xiaotong didn't know what to say, and her eyes glanced out of the window.

Mr. Li finally stopped his work, got up and beat his waist with his hand. There was a thick calendar hanging on the wall. He glanced at the date and said, "teacher Dao, in a twinkling of an eye, teacher Tao has been teaching in Dai township for more than three months. How time flies. This group of children met a good teacher. She devoted all her time to the children's study, which is more pure than those who came here to support education. "

"More than three months? Teacher Tao is really not afraid of hardship. She is the one who has spent the longest time in Dai township. She has never heard her complain Dao Xiaotong contacts Tao Huizhen every day, remembering every bit in her mind.

Li also nodded, but his voice changed, and he soon showed a touch of worry and said: "this kind of good teacher can not be met, but we have to be ready to leave all the time. In terms of time, teacher Tao has been here long enough. Even if she leaves now, we should accept it with a peaceful attitude. Teacher Dao has rarely walked into the classroom these days, right? I still hope you can learn more from Mr. Tao. Once Mr. Tao goes back, it's up to you. "

"Teacher Tao won't leave. She said that she and these children are bound by fate." Dao Xiaotong seems to believe some of Tao Huizhen's words. She shook her head and hands in front of her, as if Li Lao said something out of tune.

In that case, Mr. Li also believes it. He believed that Tao Huizhen's belief had never been extinguished from the moment she arrived at Dai township. On the one hand, people from big cities, who live in Dai Township, are not suffering? In any case, it is not a kind of enjoyment to support education in Dai township.

Mr. Li bowed his head in silence and rubbed the corners of his eyes with his rough fingers. His brain was a little swollen. His ears didn't seem so clear. He heard something beating against the mud in the rain outside.

No matter how much miss Tao loves these dolls, no matter what future she places on them, she is always a person who supports education. Where there is a beginning, there is always an end. She can't live in Dai village all her life. We can't ask people like that. What teacher Dao should understand is that we can't relax our vigilance from the day when the supporting teachers come. We should be ready to accept the departure of the supporting teachers. We can come here sooner or later. "

What Mr. Li said is the ultimate problem. Once there is a beginning, there will be an end. This is an unavoidable problem for Dai Township Primary School. Previous teachers have proved this. There is no denying that they love this group of children, but in the final analysis, they come from other places completely different from Dai township.

However, in any case, Li's heart was always full of gratitude and respect for them. The reason why dachacun primary school has come to this day is that each of them has contributed.

In this rainy day, when discussing the topic of "leaving", Dao Xiaotong feels inexplicably uncomfortable in her heart. A constant sense of disintegration diffused from her body, and she seemed to become illusory. She stares directly at Li Lao, her eyes are covered with a layer of helpless light and shadow.

"Children are dependent, and changing teachers frequently is a blow to them. However, we do education work, the purpose is to let children learn knowledge, the rest can not be so fastidious. As long as the Dao teacher has more learning experience, it's more important to be able to top up when there is no supporting teacher. In the end, dachacun primary school has to rely on ourselves. "

"I'll learn more from Mr. Tao."

"You can learn half of teacher Tao's teaching experience, and after she leaves, you can be on your own."

Mr. Li said that he seemed to see a figure from Yu Guangzhong. I felt a pair of hot eyes burning his back. Turning his head, the old man saw a pair of muddy cloth shoes standing in front of the door outside the house. The owner of the cloth shoes was wearing a pair of loose trousers. Old Li understood immediately that the wonderful sound he had just heard was the sound of footsteps.

Li Lao hesitated for a moment, raised his head, and Tao Huizhen's eyes were staring at him, just in the right direction. Her eyes did not dodge at all, and there was a kind of light similar to questioning. The corners of her mouth trembled twice.

Li took the lead in crossing the line of sight. He knew that Tao Huizhen had heard the content of his conversation with Dao Xiaotong. There was no malice in this passage, but if she didn't mean to leave, it would be a kind of harm to her. Mr. Li knows what to say, at least one explanation. But his eyes went back. Tao Huizhen's eyes didn't move. He hesitated a little.

"Teacher Tao! You're wet. " Dao Xiaotong doesn't understand what happened. In her opinion, Tao Huizhen's eyes are completely the same. After all, it only happened in a flash.

Tao Huizhen's clothes are wet on her shoulders, her hair is on her cheek, and the tips of her hair are dripping.

Finally, she lowered her eyes and took a look at Dao Xiaotong. She turned and left. While walking in the rain, Tao Huizhen thought that my teaching experience is to suffer more.

She left Li's courtyard, passed the school building of dachacun primary school, and returned to the small bamboo house where she lived. As she changed her clothes, she recalled her days as a dancer. She began to miss Wenxiu and her parents again. She stares at the watch with ivory white watch chain on her wrist, remembering Wenxiu's advice to her.

Before she came to Dai Township, she spent a year last year thinking about supporting education. In order to get rid of utilitarianism, she regarded supporting education as a career other than her dream. In Dai Township, she never gives herself time to think about such problems as "what to do without supporting education".

She was about to cry. The rain outside the window easily drowned her small sobs. She didn't shed a few tears, and soon she choked back. Dressed in dry clothes, she took an umbrella and went to dachacun primary school.

There were still those students in the classroom in the morning. The rest of the empty seats remained unchanged. None of the eleven students came as if they had made an appointment. She was no longer in the mood to visit. This is the first time that she bowed her head in the face of setbacks after she came to Dai township. She recalled Li's words, gently squeezed her cold hand, and clenched the palm of her hand.

There was a small but dense rain outside, and the light inside the school building was dim. She thought, one foot on the steps of the platform, hesitating about something.

At this time, a few children ran to the cupboard at the back of the classroom and found dirty black porcelain cans from the bottom. Tao Huizhen saw the black porcelain pots several times when she was cleaning the classroom, but she didn't know what they were used for. The children carried all the black porcelain cans back to their seats.

"What do you do with it?" Tao Huizhen's voice is somewhat hoarse.

"Teacher, it's raining a lot. It's beginning to leak. It's specially designed to catch the rain. You can't let the rain wet the book. " Yanhan, a fifth grader, answered. While putting a black porcelain can in the corner of the table, drops of rain fell in from the roof of the shed. Make a "patter patter" sound.

"Yan" is a relatively large family name among the Dai people. It should be a large family name if we go back to the root and count the generations. Then, with the passage of time and the change of culture, the family began to spread and the offspring gradually scattered.

Yanhanhan is a Dai child with eight classics. Their family has paid attention to the transmission of incense for generations, and few of them have been influenced by Sinicization. Among many Dai people, his family is more particular about Dai traditional culture, and has retained a lot of the essence of Dai culture. In the aspects of sacrifice, festival, food and clothing, we can see the cultural differences between his family and others, and he is more devout to the traditional culture.

Perhaps this is similar to the "old tradition", but not at the same level.

Therefore, yanhanhan's Putonghua is not very good. He can only speak Dai language with a few Chinese phrases. Knowing that Tao Huizhen didn't understand what he said, yu'er translated it for Tao Huizhen again. Tao Huizhen suddenly sees the black porcelain jar next to Yanhan. Beside the jar, there is a water mark. Maybe it dripped on the table before catching the rain.

It turns out that these black porcelain pots are going to collect rainwater. Tao Huizhen felt some pain in her stomach.

She looked up and saw the water drops from the top of the school shed, one by one, falling in different places. There were pots under them, but there were no pots in some places. Water drops fall from high and hit the table, splashing on the children's cheeks and nose tips. The children were silent.

Tao Huizhen's eyes were fixed on the roof of the school building for a moment, and there was a flash of lightning outside the window. Also hesitated in the other foot under the steps, firmly toward the steps. She stood in front of the platform and called, "class, class!"