Youth says | big lesson

Text/Qin Fengqin (Heilongjiang)

In the early 1990s, I seized the business opportunity to open a private school and became one of the first people to dare to eat crabs.

The ordeal of the beginning is no longer worth mentioning. It took me less than a decade from start-up to success, thanks to one of my elementary school teachers, who taught me how to be a human being, so that I have gathered a lot of contacts since college, everyone is willing to work with me, and later even competitors have become my friends.

Over the years, I have missed my teacher all the time, but I always feel that I am not doing well enough, so I am embarrassed to see her.

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In a very quiet nursing home surrounded by mountains and rivers, I met Teacher Guan, who had been missing for a long time. She was sitting alone in a rocking chair with a faint scent of rape flowers, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on her like a delicate oil painting. Teacher Guan was quietly closing her eyes and recuperating, and I stood quietly, not willing to bother her. Teacher Guan suddenly opened her eyes, and I rushed over, holding her hands tightly, and tears of indisputable anger poured out.

"You are... Tommy? Boy, you're so old! Teacher Guan's smiling eyes were full of kindness and surprise.

I didn't expect that more than twenty years later, she would still recognize me all at once! In Teacher Guan's memory, I have not changed, still a child, or her student. Teacher Guan has changed, she is thin, her face has more wrinkles, I can even find the source in every line of her, the green silk of that year has also become white hair, the short hair of Qi Er is combed in a neat way, the body is still so tough, and the eyes are still as sharp as they were then.

Teacher Guan has never been married in her life, and when I came back to see her, she didn't feel strange at all. I said to invite her out of the mountain, she smiled and said, I am too old to look like a person, full of folds, to embarrass you? I said, teacher, how could that be? I need your experience and wisdom. After much persuasion, she agreed to go to the city with me for a while.

The years were as thick as rice porridge before it could be digested.

When she was in the third grade of elementary school, she took over our class, when she was in her forties, she had never been married, and in today's words, "Qi Tian Dasheng". Her face was always overcast, as if each of our classmates owed her five hundred hangings. She never communicated with us, unlike the little teacher before, who was crazy and noisy with us after class, and the class was also very relaxed. And she always put on a very majestic posture, thinking that we were all frightened. I didn't like her and didn't want to take her classes.

Every day after school, she would make up some of the poor students, and I was one of them. Her non-abandonment and non-abandonment made me punish every day in school. She punished us not to stand in our seats, not to stand at the back of the classroom, not to stand outside the door of the class, but to stand on the podium and face the whole class. After standing a few times, I felt ashamed.

In the second semester of the fourth grade, Li Tong bought a hero brand pen, but which showed it, I was envious. This is a luxury for rural children, and the family can't afford to buy it for me. The allure of this pen to me was too great. After several hesitations, I took it in my pocket when my classmates were all on the playground. On the way back from the toilet, I began to regret it. I remembered my parents saying that stealing a needle when I was a child and that when I grew up, I could steal a cow, and I was scared. I wanted to put him back, but the class whistle was already ringing, and the students were rushing back to the classroom, and I had no chance.

Teacher Guan twisted his fat body into the classroom, and the class was quiet, only to see Li Tong lying on the table crying his nose, and his body twitched violently. Teacher Guan's black face was like a cloud in the sky, so low that people couldn't breathe. She said who took Li Tong's pen and hurried back, her eyes swept over everyone's face. I didn't dare to look her in the eye and quickly lowered my head. There were two little people fighting in the heart, one said to take it out, one said that now is not the time, the two of them have not yet distinguished between victory and defeat, the teacher let the students stand on the podium, cover their eyes with red scarves, and let Li Tong turn his body to the back.

She checked our pockets one by one, and I could feel her madness, the broken podium creaked as she slammed it. When I got here, a little unsteadily out of fear, I felt that she was more nervous than I was, and could clearly hear her heavy panting. It took her half a day to put her hand in my pocket, and my heart was pounding like a hammer. I thought, they are about to return to their seats, I am alone here, I can feel the eyes of the students brushing and shooting. In just a few minutes, I seemed to have suddenly transitioned from spring to icy winter, and the heat of my body was instantly sucked away by ice cubes.

What I didn't understand was that she took a pen out of my pocket, and she didn't stop and continued to check on her classmates behind her, and the uneven ground almost made her fall. My brain spun rapidly, and I didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Teacher Guan's gourd.

Finally all checked. She coughed, cleared her throat, and said, You took off the red scarf and returned to your seat, and let Li Tong turn around. She lowered her head and picked up the glasses on the podium, picked up the corners of her clothes and wiped them, and put them on gently. She groaned a little, looked down at the trash can, bent down to pick up the pen, and said, Li Tong, did you throw away the waste paper and throw the pen with you? When she said this, Li Tong was inaccurate. I knew that except for me and my teacher, the other students believed that the pen was found in the trash can.

At this moment, I held the teacher's hands tightly and said with some excitement, thank you for not making me ugly. She was surprised and said, what are you talking about? I had to tell the secret about the pen, and she looked at me and groaned again, and the look was exactly the same as it had been then. Didn't the pen, she said, find it in the trash can? I bowed my head and said urgently, you took it out of my pocket. She smiled slightly and said very seriously, my eyes were blindfolded at the time.

About the author: Qin Fengqin, pen name Qin Ting, understand you, member of Heilongjiang Coal Mine Writers Association, jixi poets association member, huaxia short literature society member, "writer Wenyuan" newspaper signed writer. Hundreds of works have appeared in the domestic and foreign print media, and some works have won awards in the national essay contest. There are poems included in the book "A Flood of Clear Water from the East"; there are groups of poems published in newspapers and periodicals such as "Writers of the Times," "Speed Reading," "China News And Telegraph News," and "Xincheng Hua Bao," and some essays are published in newspapers and periodicals such as "Middle School Times, Huaxia Essays," "Writers Wenyuan," "Henan Economic Daily," "Spring City Evening News," "Yingshan Hong," and "Housewife's Daily." There are small novels published in "Snowflake", "Contemporary Small Novel", "Henan Science and Technology News", "Spring City Evening News".

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