These days, every three to five minutes, my desk mysteriously appears all kinds of delicious things: chocolate, fruit, bread... Colleagues quipped: Which colleague has a crush on you! Slowly,

These days, every three to five minutes, my desk mysteriously appears all kinds of delicious things: chocolate, fruit, bread... Colleagues quipped: Which colleague has a crush on you! Slowly, I came up with the rule: There was good food on the table after work, and it happened on Mondays and Thursdays. Because there are regular meetings in the school these two days, everyone will hold a meeting after work, and the office will be empty. When we're done with a meeting, I'll notice mysterious gifts on my desk.

This time I took a leave of absence, deliberately lying on my desk to fake sleep, trying to find out. Soon the door opened and I could feel someone walking slowly toward me. At this moment, I clearly felt someone slowly put something down on my side, and I jerked my head up and reached out to grab him. At that moment I was stunned, and his face turned red.

To be honest, I would never have thought it was him. Before I could speak, he snatched the door and fled as if he had done something wrong! I chased him out the door, and he had disappeared without a trace. He does know every corner of this place better than I do. I knew he might be hiding behind the door, but I didn't want to debunk the mystery in my child's heart. He must have had his own thoughts in mind. Holding this bread, my eyes were moist.

He was a boy in my first graduating class who lived near the school. We've known each other for two years, and we've been "at war" for two years. I really can't remember how many times we "passed" all kinds of trivial things.

He has almost all the mistakes we can imagine: writing funny words on the back of the front desk; giving the boy a chair and letting the boy fall heavily on the ground; not writing homework is a common thing; of course, when the teacher is not ready, he will throw a ruler and a pencil... Then he pretended to be indifferent and waited for the teacher to "solve the case", although he would be severely punished every time, but he still enjoyed it.

When I first started working, in the face of such naughty students who often did not understand the skills of education, harsh accusations and criticism would rush to him like a tide. And he seems to enjoy being "noticed" in class. Slowly, I escalated his problem to a moral level, went to the parents, handed them over to the school students, and even began to snub him.

Many times, we tend to confront each other until the old teacher comes forward to reconcile us. And he always clenched his fists and looked at me viciously, and I would not show any weakness when I was young and vigorous, and would force him to write his homework.

Every time I left him to write his homework, he would always create various incidents and frequently "pass" with me. But when the teachers in the office were gone, he was surprisingly quiet. Every overtime, I would eat something and give him a share, he often refused, and sometimes under my compulsion, he would swallow it in two bites and demonstrate to me in a gambling manner. And he will complete every homework, so although he is naughty and naughty, he has not fallen behind in learning.

Of course, he also has the advantage of being diligent. Every noon, he always rushed to the first floor with elation, and would need a large box of food to be carried by two people, and moved alone from the first floor to the fourth floor. Every time he moved the box into the classroom, he would always put it heavily on the ground, just to win the attention of his classmates. And whenever this happened, he would always look at the teacher proudly, and then shyly return to his seat in the eyes of everyone, quiet down, waiting for the box lunch to be distributed. At that moment, my heart will always be sour. Why did such an unruly child have to win the gaze of that moment of approval?

Remember, every day after school, whether on duty or not, he will always stay automatically, moving tables and chairs, punching mops, mopping the floor, taking out garbage... Of course, many students are not appreciative, because he always robs others of their work. To that end, I also had to coordinate, and he often overwhelmed me.

"Hurry up and graduate!" It's been my exclamation countless times so that I can "get rid of" him. This became one of my wishes.

I remember taking the graduation photo on the day, everyone was very excited, only he did not want to take it. "Don't play with your personality!" I threw down a sentence and found a few boys to pull him into the line.

He graduated, and I don't have to keep him anymore. But I found that I had developed the habit of working overtime, but sometimes it wasn't him who was sitting next to me. I don't know how he was in middle school, whether he would also be left behind by the teacher...

Looking at the graduation photos on the table, I seemed to see a little boy with a red face carrying a heavy box, a boy who was leaning over and mopping the floor... Take a bite of the bread he sent, and at that moment, I found that there was a wisp of salty liquid flowing into my mouth...

The secret was solved, and the teachers in the whole office were surprised.

"Mischievous children tend to love their teachers more." Colleague said.

"Every time a student invites me to a party, those mischievous kids develop well!" There are teachers who echo it.

"The students who come back to see the teachers often are the students who are often criticized by us."

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In the office, I was the youngest class teacher. Listening to the experiences of my predecessors, I was speechless.

How can a child's world be measured by adult standards? It turned out that at noon he was not carrying a box lunch, but a respect; it turned out that it was not that he did not want to take pictures, but that he could not bear to leave; it turned out that he quietly sent not only a bag of bread, but a gratitude for the past...

The most essential and ardent need of man is the desire to be affirmed, to be discovered, whether it is an adult or a child. Then I realized that it was only at that moment that I understood so pure.