"Okay, so long-winded, you're quite tired, so wait and see my house to sit down." He turned to the middle-aged man wearing cloth shoes and said, "How is the harvest in the field this year? Is your life good?"

The man handed out the bag in his hand, "Teacher, this is bacon, I specially honored you and the old man to taste it. This year I really regret not listening to the teacher. The teacher asked me to raise pigs, but I raised dozens of sheep, and I just made a profit. Didn't they come to see you this year?"

"Yesterday, Hao Meifang and the others came. Oh, you guys are really good. Even though I know I don't like gifts, I still have to give so many things. How about your son? I'm going to middle school soon, right? I have a colleague who is the principal of Hibiscus Middle School. I'll notify me that I can enter for free without charging a penny."

Liao Xuebing stopped the steering wheel and stayed in the car and looked at them quietly.

Is this a super teacher? Maybe his teaching level is not good enough, he has not been able to teach the world's top talents, maybe he has insufficient ability, and has not improved his life for students who are in poverty. Maybe his brain is rigid and his thoughts cannot keep up with the trend, but he is the most beloved teacher of the students. Every student regards him as a father and respects him from the bottom of his heart. He must have given the deepest teachings to students, so that these people will never forget them for decades. No matter what the conditions are, they will spontaneously come from all over the world to visit each other at the end of the year, eager to listen to his voice, appearance and smile again.

So after accidentally learning that alumni of his alma mater held a "super teacher" selection, he would vote for him. He surpassed everyone at the final moment.

Therefore, even the "Selecting Committee" with the main purpose of spoofing would respect Situ Moran so much.

"What's wrong with you?" Xie Rushuang asked softly behind her.

"Nothing, let's go home for the festival."

...

In fact, in his mind, there was such a beloved teacher, but the past has become like smoke.

Thirteen years ago, Liao Xuebing was in the first year of high school in Lihua Town. It was very cold that winter and the outdoor temperature was below zero. I dare not say that I could freeze people's noses, but if I walked out barely, there would definitely be no place on my body that was not hard. The school conditions were not very good, and there was no heating or air conditioning in the classroom. It was not much different from the temperature outside.

Xiao Liao's family is poor. His father is a painter who takes care of random work in the town. He occasionally sells calligraphy and paintings that are unwelcome to no one. His mother is weak and sick and unable to work. He raises three children in the developing world, unlike other children who often wear new clothes. Inside is a shirt bought by his mother. He only wore it for two years and looked very new. In the middle is a sweater knitted by his sister. The little girl is not skilled enough, her stitches are a bit chaotic, and the size and color of the wool is not uniform. Some are thick and thin, some are red and green, because this dress has been ridiculed a lot. The brother is wearing a small old school uniform outside. A hole is opened under her armpit, and the sister helps to make it up.

Poverty in life led to being excluded by the mainstream group of the class, and in that year he rarely got real friendship.

After class at school that day, a group of bored people said that there was a water monster in the pond behind the campus, which caused sensation among all the students, and tricked Liao Xuebing into watching. He was squeezed in the crowd. Someone pushed him and suddenly fell into the cold pond. The zero-degree pond did not freeze, but the temperature could freeze people to death. Liao Xuebing tried his best to climb ashore, his whole body was soaked and cold. He couldn't tell the difference between the east, south, west and north, and almost couldn't breathe. The classmates were all smiling at him. No one sympathized with him.

Liao Xuebing was trembling in the cold wind, afraid that his mother would not dare to go home. At this time, a white and tender hand stretched out to him, which was his class teacher, Teacher Luo.

Teacher Luo took him home, boiled hot water to take a shower, took out clean clothes to change it for him, and cooked ginger soup to drive away the cold. Although the two of them didn't say anything, Teacher Luo's clear eyes deeply shone into Liao Xuebing's heart. The eyes were not pity, not sympathy, but encouragement and.

It is extremely rare to meet the gratitude in time for a lifetime, and it is enough to make people think of it for the rest of their lives. From then on, he looked at Teacher Luo and added a layer of respect and love. Imagine that when you are isolated and helpless, someone will not care about rewards or ask for repaid, and will you be grateful if you reach out to pull you? What's more, at that time, it was just a high school era when Liao Xuebing was not mature and not strong enough.

He looked forward to Teacher Luo's class every day in class. As long as he heard the gentle voice, he felt his heart calm. The two of them never said extra words. The kind-hearted Teacher Luo probably would never know her students' wonderful thoughts.

There was an unexpected situation. Half a month later, Teacher Luo committed suicide by hanging himself in his room because he was insulted by four gangsters. It is said that the murderer was her boyfriend and her boyfriend's friend.

The only teacher who helped him dies like this.

Liao Xuebing had never seen the crime scene because he had no courage. He had seen the so-called boyfriend once. He was tall and handsome, and his appearance was comparable to Mr. Mo.

On that day, Liao Xuebing went to the market to buy two sharp kitchen knives, put them in his waist, didn't go to class, and didn't go back home. He spent three days in Lihua Town. At that time, he thought that whenever he met the man, he would rush over and chop the man into meat sauce without hesitation. But he never found it. Afterwards, some people said that he had already escaped and had hidden in some corner.

The cold Pear Blossom Avenue is cold and windy. At the age of fifteen, Liao Xuebing, who is thin, stands at the intersection of the street, allowing tears to rage on his face.

In his heart, he always wanted the man's life, not for anything else, but for the only beloved teacher. Later, he mobilized a lot of people and could not find anyone. Thirteen years passed day by day.

...

Liao Xuebing stared at Situ Moran in a daze and lit a cigarette.

Xie Rushuang said: "You can't smoke in the car, it's very uncomfortable."

Liao Xuebing said oh, and numbly turned off the cigarette butt in front of the beautiful rosewood wood. Xiao Lanluo didn't even respond to calling him a few times.

As a teacher, you have to be a teacher and you can no longer be careless. At least you must gain unreserved respect from students like Minister Situ, or Teacher Luo, at least one student misses her and takes pride in her at least thirteen years later.

Lao Liao made up his mind silently.

The next day, I woke up and came to school. I remembered that I had eaten Su Bingyun's beloved dog for nothing. I couldn't help but feel a little funny and ashamed. The sad and disappointed eyes stimulated Lao Liao, secretly scolded Jiang Feng for his bad idea and made him take the charge of harming animals. I decided to go and formally apologize to Su Bingyun and give her corresponding compensation.

In order to make the apology appear more sincere, Lao Liao dressed up very decently, with a bit of a look of a human appearance.

Wearing a hot Louis Vuitton suit, this is the product that Bo Yucheng bought for him on the Mid-Autumn Festival temple fair. Lao Liao himself has no habit of buying clothes. He put it on his body, tailored it well, with wide shoulders and thin waist, and a tall figure, full of energy, and a manly atmosphere on the top and bottom.

A silk-based Zenia tie, dark red background, plaid pattern, tied around the neck is both beautiful and generous, solemn and elegant.

Although the crocodile brand belt is not inlaid with diamonds, the shiny and shiny leather belt looks pretty good. Valentino brand long and narrow flat-head leather shoes have a modified edge pattern in the middle, which looks very stylish.

Overall, he looks handsome and elegant, and has a temperament. With years of experience in showing off, he only needs a hole on the board and looks at the sky, and he looks like a young man. If he stands on the street with his Bentley, no one will suspect that he is the only heir of the world's richest man.

Of course, Lao Liao went to apologize to Xiao Su's sister, rather than to show off her handsomeness and coolness.

I bought eight yellow roses in a flower shop. According to the younger sister in the shop, the flower language of yellow roses is a sincere apology. I have been unable to change my habits for many years. I put them under my armpit without any elegance. I lit a cigarette, put my hands in my pockets, and walked towards the art gallery.

When there is no art class in the morning, the art gallery is always deserted. It has plenty of light and elegant environment. You can spend the whole day under the bright window by holding a beautiful novel under the bright window.

The teachers in art classes and music classes are the most leisurely teachers in the school, but after Li Xinghua won the Golden Sunflower Award, the art subject has improved. Sun Pinghai is planning an interest study class to train students who are interested in art learning and creation.

Su Bingyun sat alone in the corner of the studio, staring blankly, her eyes falling on the dead leaves and branches of the trees outside the window, not knowing what to think. Sun Pinghai tried to explain to her the plan for the interest class, but she never received a response. Because Sun Pinghai was also a diner at the dog meat banquet yesterday. Another art teacher, Zhang Qiusheng, was reading the newspaper idle. There were only three people in the art group.

Liao Xuebing stood at the door and said to Sun Pinghai. When Sun Pinghai saw the flowers in his hand, he immediately understood and thought that he had nothing to do at the moment. Young people expressed their admiration and should not harass and obstruct them from the side, so he dragged Zhang Qiusheng downstairs.

All the idle people walked away, and only the lonely man and the widow were left in the huge studio.

"Teacher Su." Old Liao actually felt a little nervous. He took a deep breath and walked to her and said softly: "Uh, the weather is really good today, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the sun is shining, the wind is bright, and the clouds are gone..."

Su Bingyun sat quietly without looking back, and even the frequency of his breathing did not change.
Chapter completed!