I still got up as usual, picked up the cold boiled water I had prepared last night, poured it down my throat in a big gulp, and then got out of bed slowly and felt it into the bathroom.Standing in front of the mirror, I picked up the toothbrush and toothpaste with my stiff and cold hands, squeezed the toothpaste into the toothbrush slowly, and then connected a full glass of water, and was about to rinse my mouth and brush my teeth, but her voice still sounded behind me as usual."
No, Mr.
Oh, Mr.
Teacher, although it's spring, the water is still very cold.You'll have to turn the switch on the hot water end first, turn on a third of the hot water, and then add cold water, so that brushing your teeth won't be too cold and won't hurt your teeth because of the temperature. ”"Also,Teacher せい you wake up,You can put on your socks first,Then put on a convenient coat,Boil hot water during the time of brushing your teeth,After washing, take out the bread in the cupboard and serve it with a cup of hot milk.,Oh, if you have time, you can also fry a poached egg."
I turned around in silence and looked at her with bitterness in my heart, only to see that she was still the same as when we first met, short, thin, and looking so unhealthy.There was a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth, and the little tiger teeth that were accidentally exposed made her full of playful and cute feelings, and a pair of big round eyes flashed with dazzling laughter.Her delicate and fair hands were behind her, and the short white and blue sailor suit was slightly larger on her body, and a necklace in the shape of a cherry blossom hung from her long and beautiful neck, and down was a beautiful and seductive collarbone, and a delicate and beautiful tie that was worn casually.I frowned slightly, and responded lightly in response, without a trace of ups and downs or joy and anger.Staring at the glass of water in my hand, my gaze froze, and then I slowly poured out a third of the water and connected it with some hot water.Then, he brushed his teeth very stiffly."
thesky,theearth,thesun,absandaitteraarenecessary,butyourieforanyore,et039sbeer" "Cheng Xiaoguang, you shut up for me" I glared at her angrily, but I inhaled a mouth full of foam as soon as I spoke, and I couldn't help coughing uncomfortably."
thesky,theearth,thesun,absandaitteraarenecessary,butyourieforanyore,et039sbeer" I looked at Xiao Guang, who was still singing to himself, in amazement, and reacted back after a while.I turned my head uncomfortably to look at the misty mirror, reached out and wiped the mirror, and looked at myself in the smooth mirror, with a depressed and embarrassed face.In the mirror, my face was dark red because of the cough just now, but there was no blood on my mouth, and the blue-black beard left on my chin made me look like a man in my thirties.I self-deprecatingly removed the towel from the shelf, wiped the foam from my mouth, and felt an indescribable pain in my heart.How can I forget, how can I forget that the current Xiaoguang is no longer the same Xiaoguang as before, no longer nervous about me, now she is only immersed in my imagination, numb and thoughtless repeating day after day.She is still the same as before, her mouth is always in her mouth, as if she will never get tired of it.And I, whenever I hear this song, my heart will always be irrepressibly and deeply painful.Cheng Xiaoguang, He Chengcheng, small size, bright light.Her name will always be the most painful one for me, and the scar can still leave a deep scar, as if in these difficult and numb years, I have to mention my memories to be willing.After washing up in the strange immersion, I silently passed past her, no longer with the love and sweetness of the past.Xiaoguang, if fate is destined to separate us, then please you and I will never know each other in the next life.I picked up the blazer and tie from the chair, and turned around to see that Hikari was still the same as before, slightly bowed and clutching the sailor's skirt tightly, with a cute pink mouth pursed stubbornly, silently following behind me like a fart.I couldn't help but pause, looking at her small and lovely appearance, I couldn't help but want to stretch out my generous hand again, rub her hair dotingly, and hold her tightly in my arms, not allowing anyone to covet my little light.However, now I don't have a chance.I gave her a cold look, walked past her without a hint of infatuation, and slowly paced into the bathroom."
Teacher, let's get dressed and shave, it's going to look very energetic.After breakfast, remember to organize your copywriting and notes again, and take a look at today's class schedule by the way, so that you won't miss the wrong time and go to the wrong classroom. ”"Teacher, you have to remember to smile after you raise the corners of your mouth and bend your eyebrows slightly, you must be very handsome when you smile.On the way, when you meet a classmate, you can take the initiative to say hello and ask them if they have had breakfast or not, what is the reason for today's morning self-study, but remember to laugh and don't make a poker face like everyone owes you money. ”"Finally, Mr.
せせい, I'm still smiling today."
I turned my head to look at Xiaoguang, only to see her grinning mouth, her smiling eyebrows and eyes crooked, and the spring water in March was softened by her into a pool of honey.She smiled softly, half against the light that came in through the window, and smiled innocently.Just like when we first met, she was smiling and smiling.Just like what is written in the novel, the unexpected encounter between the heroine and the male protagonist is like who they can't do without each other in the end.It's just that in the introduction and outline of our novel, the characters set are that I am her teacher and she is my student.It's so vulgar that it's like a teacher-student relationship.I will never forget that warm afternoon, and it was also during this season that I transferred in to replace their original Chinese teacher, serving as their Chinese teacher for more than two years.On that day, I had just come to work at the school, and before I could go to the classroom to say hello, I was stumped by the 800-word essay assigned by their former Chinese teacher.I don't like grading essays written by students, and for many years I just liked to read good reading questions and sample essays.And when I first came to school today, before I had a regular class, there were two large piles of essays that needed to be corrected.And tonight's evening self-study is mine, according to the original teaching plan, tonight is an afternoon of time to explain the composition, maybe for other Chinese teachers, it is a very easy thing to correct the composition, but for me, it is more difficult than asking me to do more than a dozen difficult reading questions.It's a complaint, but you still have to hurry up to correct it, otherwise tonight's evening self-study will not be able to deal with the students at all.When I picked up the red pen and was about to correct, the original Chinese teacher suddenly turned around and reminded me, Teacher Xu, remember to pay more attention to the name "Cheng Xiaoguang" when you change your composition, and if you have a problem with writing, please call her to educate her well.But I just shrugged my shoulders indifferently, I didn't think about his words at all, and even thought in my heart that calling my classmates to educate me on the first day I came was simply a threat to my classmates, and I didn't want to be a sinner.After thinking about it like this, I was relieved and began to read the essays written by the freshman high school students with great interest.Although I tried to persuade myself not to think too much, the last words of the teacher were still deeply imprinted in my mind, and the name lingered in my mind.Cheng Xiaoguang, Xiaoguang, intentionally or unintentionally, I found the notebook that Cheng Xiaoguang handed in in advance, and opened it with trembling hands in a strange mood, and even couldn't help but guess, what kind of composition he would write However, what I couldn't imagine was that this high school student named Cheng Xiaoguang handed in an 800-word ultra-short story story.Looking at the somewhat immature content, it is not difficult to find that this is an original novel written by him, and after putting pen to paper, he comically attached a smiling face and unfinished to be continued.It was the first time in my life that I had changed to a novel in an 800-word essay.It's no wonder that the teacher asked me to pay more attention to Cheng Xiaoguang, and now it seems that he will pay attention to her on his own initiative even if he doesn't say it.Bearing the suffocation and helplessness in my stomach, I broke the principle of not calling students into the office on the first day I first came, and muffled the students who passed by the office to come to the classroom to help me call Cheng Xiaoguang.It didn't take long for a small figure to knock politely on the door, walk into the office with some trepidation, and walk slowly over with a wave of my hand."
Cheng Xiaoguang" I tentatively called out the name, and I couldn't help but look at the little girl in front of me.She didn't seem to be sixteen years old, and her baby-fat face looked very nervous, and her mouth was closed but nothing was said.She was not wearing the school uniform on campus, but a white and blue sailor suit, and a pair of beige leather shoes with a round toe underneath.Her small hands clutched the sailor's skirt tightly, her pink cherry lips pursed tightly, but in the warm March sun, she was still too thin, and she couldn't help but shiver a little in front of me."
It's good to have the idea of writing a novel, but you should also understand that now you are calling for writing an essay instead of a novel.This is also the first time we meet, and I won't punish you, but you have to remember that only by writing various types of essays can you write novels better. ”I tried to speak to her in a steady tone, and I had the tone of a middle-aged elder when I was only twenty-five.Mocking that I was aging too fast, I smiled at her, and this was the case for a while.But she raised her head suddenly, and looked at me without fear in a pair of beautiful big eyes, as if she wanted to see me all before she was willing."
Do you know, Sensei" She suddenly looked at me seriously, with a strong sense of seriousness in her tone."
What" I looked at the little girl in front of me in confusion, not too beautiful but very cute, and I couldn't help but feel ashamed that she was poisoned too deeply and even called my teacher in Japanese."
Faint thunder, hazy sky, but I hope the wind and rain will come, and you can stay here.1 She paused, then looked at me with a serious and expectant face, "Do you know what the next sentence of this poem is?"
Note 1: From the Japanese poetry collection Manyoshu Thorjin tanka, the original translation is "Faint thunder, haze and sky, but I hope the wind and rain will come, and I can leave you here."
There is a faint thunderstorm, a hazy sky, and even if there is no rain, I will stay here. ”: