After transferring to another school, I was at the same table as the school girl who had a crush on

Chapter 74

"Hello, Teacher Chen."

"Xiao Chen, let's go for a walk."

"Xiao Chen, you dressed up very energetically today."

Mr. Chen was walking in the corridor of the third grade, and he only planned to take two steps to sneak in after dinner.After greeting the students and teachers one by one, she unconsciously stood at the door of Class One.

The classrooms of senior high school students seem to be poured out of a template.

Disorganized desktops, books taller than a person, discarded test papers everywhere, shocking countdown on the blackboard, instant coffee and instant noodles and Sandman biting each other for beauty.

Those who eat, make coffee, seize the time to catch up on sleep, wear earphones to read test papers, and shake their heads to memorize words... The 47 students seem to be integrated into a group.

The atmosphere is united, tense, serious and lively.

The same is true for class one.

"Brother Qing, lend me your monthly exam paper."

"Shang Yang, where's your exercise book? Lend me the notes on it?"

"By the way, the knowledge network that brother Qing talked about yesterday, one of you has all the notes, lend me a look, why do I always feel that it's almost tasteless!"

The midday sun was pouring wantonly, passing through the wide-open windows of the classroom, and shining on piles of homework and exercise books like hills, and on the "245 days to the college entrance examination" in the corner of the blackboard. on young faces.

They are not very handsome or beautiful, they are rustic because of careless dressing, but they are very much like their original youth.

Teacher Chen stood by the door, unconsciously raised the corners of his lips.

She just graduated this year, and this is her first class of students.

When she first arrived at Upper Creek High, she was very unbalanced.Ever since she was a child, she has always been the top three in her class. She is a standard child of other people's family. She is obedient, sensible, well-behaved and not talkative. This is the label attached to her.

After going to university, she also chose the most secure job in the eyes of the world.

--teacher.

All the way to finish the four years of college without incident, but after graduation, the world seems to have changed.

At work, being obedient means being a bully.

Sensible means timid.

If you don't like to talk, how can you teach well.

Well-behaved, how can I manage my students well.

Before Shangxi High School, she had already looked for several jobs, but she couldn't stick to it for various reasons, and finally had to come to Shangxi.

She knew she couldn't speak well.

She could see the disappointment in the students' eyes.

It's just that she doesn't know how to change, or how to change, or that she has given up on herself.

—Maybe I'm just a piece of shit.

Forging ahead has never been an easy task.

She saw the failure of the last monthly exam, and felt sad for these children. Dreams are dreams after all, and reality is always skinny.

Chasing a big dream of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, how can it be so simple and freehand.

She didn't expect them to hold on.

If they can all hold on...

What about her?

"Mr. Chen?" Shang Yang came to the door of the classroom with a stack of test papers in his arms. When he saw the math teacher, he greeted him in surprise, "Math class is in the afternoon. What's the matter with you?"

"I'm just here to see."

Teacher Chen saw the exercise book in Shang Yang's hand: "Is this a chemistry exercise book?"

Shang Yang said with a bitter face: "That's right, Teacher Xu is sick and asked for a day off. No one has changed the papers that were to be ranked in the in-class test yesterday."

Teacher Chen moved his mind: "How about changing it for me?"

Shang Yang was taken aback.

In his impression, this newly graduated math teacher is timid and cowardly, sticks to his duty, and dare not even take the initiative to talk to strangers.

Volunteer to help other teachers change the test papers?

It's not like her.

"Although I teach mathematics, I majored in chemistry as an undergraduate. Don't worry." She snatched the exercise book from Shang Yang's hand and left.

Under the sun, the back is as lively as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

The fighting spirit is sharp and high.

Shang Yang looked at her back, and suddenly laughed: "In this case, it seems not bad?"

"That kid Xiao Chen took the initiative to help Lao Xu correct the papers, and even organized an interest group?" In the ward, Shang Houde asked in surprise.

He remembered the kid.

He is a good seedling, but his personality is too shy and timid, and he lacks enthusiasm for the future.

If it hadn't been for the sudden illness, he had planned to talk to her.

The nurse's trolley gurgled past a wall, and outside the window were a few tall coniferous pines, whose tall branches blocked the golden sunlight in the room.

After closing the window with a small gap, Shangyang sat on the chair next to the hospital bed carelessly: "Of course, I don't care who is involved."

Shang Houde shook his head with a look of 'I can't do anything with you'.

"Don't believe me. Now our class is full of motivation. To catch up with the college entrance examination tomorrow, maybe I will bring you seventeen or eight district champions and provincial champions."

Shang Yang peeled an orange casually and stuffed it into his mouth, grinning sourly.

"I said old man Shang, why haven't you finished throwing away the sour oranges?"

Shang Houde hurriedly brought a bottle of water to Shang Yang with a guilty conscience: "Drink water and rinse your mouth."

Shang Yang gulped down half a bottle of mineral spring: "It's really not me. When you meet a group of students like us, old Shang, you must have built bridges and paved roads in your previous life to accumulate great virtue!"

"By the way, if you go back and buy sour oranges for cheap, I'll deduct all your pocket money! Did you hear that?"

Shang Houde said in a low voice, "Just don't buy it next time."

The old man on the bed next door laughed so hard that he gave a precise definition: "Is this really a matter of one thing?"

"What is one thing down one thing?"

A clear voice came from the door.Li Qing came in carrying the heat preservation box, and greeted Grandpa Shang Houde and Aunt Lu one by one.

The young man was wearing a black sweater, with short, cool and dark hair, a white face with a smile on his face, sharp eyebrows and eyes that looked soft, exuding the vigor of a tree in the morning, like a clean top student with both good morals and academics.

It is also what he should have been.

"It's okay, Uncle Lu praised me for being smart." Shang Yang squinted his eyes and admired him, he was very handsome, "By the way, Li Xiaoqing, is your soup ready?"

Li Qing opened the lid of the heat preservation box, and a tempting scent came out: "It's done."

The old man in the bed next door couldn't help but take a deep sniff: "Today is kelp pork rib soup, which is well stewed."

Li Qing served a bowl to the old man: "Four hours, it's still almost ready."

Holding the soup in his hands, the old man eagerly took a big sip, waved his hand and said, "Enough is enough, I like this taste, Bashi."

Shang Houde looked over anxiously and swallowed.

"Greedy, do you want to eat? You can only see that you can't eat, it's uncomfortable." Shang Yang crossed Erlang's legs and clicked his tongue: "Who told you not to live up to it? You have been out of the ICU for several days, and you still have to eat." It has a gastric tube inserted."

"Deserved!"

Shang Houde had an aggrieved face: "You can't blame me..."

Shang Yang said viciously: "I don't blame you. I don't live up to my expectations. I am greedy for petty gains all day long. A dignified physics special-grade teacher has collected a whole cabinet of invoices, and I don't even know how to cut the price. Now such a delicious soup can't be eaten. If you can't catch up, what do you think you can catch up with as a fool?"

The old man sneered mercilessly: "Hahahahaha, Xiao Shang, your condition is still slowing down. I will give you a taste in the next two days."

Shang Yang hated iron but said: "So why don't you get better quickly and let Li Xiaoqing make soup for you."

Shang Houde felt aggrieved: "...I got it."

Li Qing shook his head and laughed, and sorted out the flowers, milk and other gifts beside the hospital bed.

The news of Shang Houde's hospitalization could not be concealed from people. These days, there are many patients visiting the ward. The sources range from teachers from Provincial No. [-] High School, Shang Houde's former students, and parents of Shangxi High School students.

Later, Li Qing noticed that Teacher Shang seemed reluctant to meet outsiders, so he mentioned a few words to Shang Yang.Shang Yang persuaded them and only let them keep their things.

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old Shang Yang, in his dealings with others, has a bit of Mr. Shang's shadow.

Father and son became an inheritance after all.

In the afternoon, I talked with Shang Houde for a while in the ward, and had a round of chemotherapy with the old man in the next room. Li Qing and Shang Yang were driven back to study by several elders.

It's almost six o'clock.

The setting sun is setting, and the burning clouds in the sky extend to the depths of the sky. The city already smells of cooking smoke. The small restaurants all over the city smell the smell of waste oil and food. bouncing.

The leaves of the sycamore tree stumbled and fell, and the sound of shouting came from afar in the autumn wind.

"Authentic Changsha stinky tofu, the stinky tofu that everyone loves to eat, if it doesn't taste good, I will pay you [-] in cash..."

Shang Yang lay on Li Qing's back, grabbed the elastic thread on Li Qing's coat and hood, and said to Li Qing's ear: "Hey, Li Xiaoqing, you said that we will buy a bowl of stinky tofu later, and then say it's not delicious, so let's eat it." If someone pays us [-] yuan, will they beat us?"

"..." Li Qing said tactfully, "...they might not admit it."

Shang Yang grabbed Li Qing's ear: "In the law, this is called false propaganda!! We can sue him, how much can we claim?"

Li Qing laughed: "... Do you want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs?"

Shang Yang: ... "Eat."

There are still a lot of pork ribs left to make soup for Uncle Lu, barely enough to fill the bottomless stomachs of two adolescent boys, Li Qing and Shang Yang.

Shang Yang put his arms around Li Qing's neck, touched his stomach, and said twice, "It is said that if you want to keep a man's heart, you must first keep his stomach. Li Xiaoqing, congratulations, you have locked me in. Qing The imperial concubine is now promoted to empress."

Li Qing laughed and scolded: "Go to your queen."

After taking a taxi and going back, Li Qing and Shang Yang bought a handful of green onions in the supermarket, passing by a barber shop full of Mr. Shamat Tony, Shang Yang suddenly jumped off Li Qing's back, and waved his hands gracefully with big strides.

"Li Xiaoqing, you go back to cook and serve the bed first, and I will go back later."

Li Qing raised the corners of his lips: "Okay."

He can probably guess what Shang Yang wants to do.

Because Li Qing's house is far away from the school, and there are tenants, the environment is too noisy and not suitable for rest.Under the insistence of Shang Yang and Shang Houde, Li Qing temporarily moved to Shang Houde's old house.

Apart from a few changes of clothes, Li Qing only brought a family photo and the 'Gui Shishou' in the fish tank.

As soon as he entered the door, Li Qing changed his shoes in the entrance, turned on the light when he entered the room, put down the plastic bag on the living room table, took off his coat, and the first thing he did was to look for Gui Shishou.

This tortoise was bought by Shang Yang, let him go, he has a wild temper.

As soon as he got acquainted with the environment, this guy began to feel uneasy in the room. He walked around the room all day long like the leader inspecting work, and it would only add chaos if he didn't treat it well as an ornamental object.

Under the sofa, in the toilet, under the table...

Thanks to Li Qing who took a second look at the purple casserole yesterday before cooking the soup, otherwise the old man would have added an extra main course to the soup this morning.

After raising the green carp for half a year, Li Qing felt that he didn't have to worry about a turtle for a month.

Fished out the turtle under the cabinet with a clothes pole, put it back into the glass tank, covered it with a fishing net, and after Li Qing washed the vegetables, he turned on the range hood and started making sweet and sour pork ribs.

The time is spent in the whistling sound of the range hood.

Li Qing had just put a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, a plate of small cabbage, and a pile of shredded pork with green peppers on the table, and when he pushed back the half-headed Gui Shishou, he saw its owner push the door open.

Shang Yang was wearing bright yellow running shoes, a white Doraemon hooded sweater, and washed blue ripped jeans. He put his hand on the door frame, touched his hair, and made a fart expression.

"Li Xiaoqing, let's take a look at your brother Shang's new look, whether he's handsome or not."

He is still handsome, with bright eyes and high spirits.

The figure is still powerful, and the waist is thin and strong.

But that's not the point...

Li Qing's eyes lingered on Shang Yang's head, his eyes were strange: "Didn't you say that the head can bleed and bleed, and the hair can't be messed up, so you won't cut this kind of labor reform hair in your life?"

Shang Yang snorted: "...You also said that you will never confess your love to me in this life, and you are not on good terms with me now. Hey, hey, don't scratch it, the marriage law stipulates that domestic violence is not allowed."

Li Qing's ears were slightly red, and he withdrew his hands with a serious face, pretending nothing happened: "Wash your hands before going home to eat!"

"I'll wash it later, I'll wash it later!" Using chopsticks to pick up a piece of pork ribs and put it in his mouth, Shang Yang was so hot that he gasped: "Hoohoo—don't change the subject, tell me whether you are handsome or not."

Li Qing tapped his hand with chopsticks: "Wash your hands first."

"Is he handsome, is he handsome, is he handsome?"

"Handsome, handsome!" Li Qing directly pushed him to the bathroom: "Go and wash your hands."

In the bathroom, Shang Yang was heartbroken while washing his hands: "There is a tigress in the family, hey, the family is unlucky."

Li Qing's laughter came from outside the door: "You hate me, Brother Shang, you don't have to eat it."

clack.

Shang Yang shut up instantly.

In the evening, Shang Yang and Li Qing finished the two sets of test papers and went to bed.

The quiet air is so overwhelming that you can hear the roar of the drunk downstairs from a distance, whoosh—then the sound of the wheels passing by at night and the wind blowing up, occasionally you can hear the couple upstairs screaming for joy. Children quarrel.

Containing the breath and destiny of billions of people, the world is vast and quiet.

The life and death of individuals are as insignificant as gravel.

In the darkness, Li Qing stared at the back of Shang Yang's head curled up into a ball with his back to the wall.

He knew that Shang Yang was not asleep.

Although both of them tacitly did not break through, he knew that Shang Yang had suffered from insomnia for a long time.

Facing the huge and pale reality, that road of hope is as slim as an invisible steel wire, but any slippage is an irreparable heartbreak.

It's a gamble with no records.

Even he could not help but fear the future.

Not to mention Shang Yang.

But everyone can be depressed and cry bitterly and say they are tired, but Shang Yang can't.

Lying on the hospital bed was the father who had sheltered him from the wind and rain.

In class one, everyone chased a seemingly hopeless dream, both for himself and for him.

Everyone is full of energy, and he runs at the forefront. No matter how difficult or difficult it is, he can only persevere, work harder and be more cheerful.

Shang Yang had no way out.

So he felt more distressed.

Li Qing hugged him from behind: "Brother Shang?"

"Ok?"

"Haven't you slept yet?"

"..."

"What did the doctor say when he came to you about the second operation?"

After a long pause, Shang Yang said softly: "The doctor still recommends a second operation. According to the results of the previous operation, the lesion spread is not fast. After all, Shang Houde is still young, so there is hope."

Li Qing hummed.

"I agreed." Shang Yang said, "The second operation will be in one month."

The air was silent for a long time.

Li Qing said softly: "Brother Shang, the operation will definitely be a success. Teacher Shang has done so many good things, God will definitely bless him."

Shang Yang stared blankly at the ceiling.

can you?

Do gods really exist in this world?

Good and evil are rewarded, is it a lie that has deceived us for thousands of years, or just a helpless hope in our despair?Or the most absurd satire of reality?

He whispered softly: "Well, I will definitely."

In the day of the ward, it seems that there is only a small piece of such a square.

Looking up at the sky and lying frozen on the hospital bed, sometimes I even have an illusion that I have become a frozen corpse, and I am anxiously walking towards an unknown path.

At night, Shang Houde didn't fall asleep for a long time.

He suddenly heard a voice beside him: "Xiao Shang?"

Shang Houde hummed.

"Xiao Shang, what do you think is the meaning of living in this life?" The old man next door muttered to himself, "I am 67 this year, and I have climbed Mount Everest. I am the first batch of reform and opening up." Those who responded to the call to go to sea, I have tried everything in my life, but in the end I still couldn't do it..."

"From birth to growing up, people have struggled and worked hard all their lives, but they still can't resist their fate. When they get sick, everything is gone..."

""

"What's the point?"

Shang Houde didn't speak.

He has no answer.

There was a long silence in the ward, like the chilling breathing of some huge giant beast, or like the sound of high tide in the deep sea, the waves drowned up silently, covering their mouths and noses.

In the air so quiet that one could hear the beating of a heart, he heard the old man's murmur so softly that he couldn't hear it.

"Xiao Shang, you are a blessed man with two filial sons."

"You are a blessed man."

……

"En." Shang Houde clenched the sleeping pill bottle in his hand, loosened his fingers and then grasped it tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "...I am a blessed person."

That night, Uncle Lu was pushed out by the nurses amidst the screams of the instruments.

never came back.

The author has something to say:

There are about [-] words left to finish.

Assi, let me write.

But this article is really difficult to write (that is, I have no talent, I can’t write well, sigh), _(:з」∠)_