At night, it started to drizzle again, and the night wind became even colder.
It gets dark early on rainy days.
Feeling that it would be even colder sitting in an empty classroom during evening classes, Xiaoqi added a sweater inside his windbreaker.
I wonder if Mr. Yamamoto is still wearing his usual outfit of trousers and a shirt.
Xiaoqi went to class and brought another bottle of pickled bamboo shoots.
Although Mr. Yamamoto would give him skills every time he listened to the class carefully, Xiaoqi still wanted to give him something.
When I arrived at the classroom, maybe because it was raining, there were even fewer people in the classroom.
When Xiaoqi walked to the classroom, he felt uncomfortable on his feet. It didn't rain often in Meng City, so he would always accidentally step into the puddles along the way.
However, she was wearing small boots with thick soles, so the moisture was limited, but it was a little uncomfortable.
She sat for a while and then saw Teacher Yamamoto coming.
Sure enough, it was the same clothes and pants, but he added a knitted jacket on the outside that looked very old. It looked very old because the wool felt stiff.
The shoes were leather shoes, and they were shinier than usual after being rained on.
Only then did Xiaoqi notice that Mr. Yamamoto's shoes were actually quite new.
Mr. Yamamoto arrived on time just as the bell rang. He put the lesson plan book in the classroom and the bell rang.
There are still very few people coming to class at this time. Although there are not many at ordinary times, there will at least be a few of those who are repeating the course. Today it seems that it is only Xiaoqi, and a table of men and women at the back table, who look like a young couple, sitting at the back, huddled together.
And I don’t know if they did it on purpose, but the lights in the back classroom were turned off and it was a bit dark.
Even so, when class started, Mr. Yamamoto still called for everyone to stand up meticulously.
Xiaoqi has made rapid progress recently, with both her language sense and memory buffs. In addition, she works very hard and basically uses all her free time to study. She can now communicate in basic Japanese very smoothly, except for some rare words sometimes.
Mr. Yamamoto teaches in a very steady and reliable way. Xiaoqi's Japanese foundation has been consolidated once again and is now very solid, even better than when he first learned English.
However, when I listened to Mr. Yamamoto's lecture today, it seemed a little biased, different from usual. Usually he sticks to the content of the book, but today his lecture was very floating, like a big summary, or like he was narrating his own life.
Well, Mr. Yamamoto said he has a friend series...
Usually, when you listen to this kind of thing, you will feel that this friend is not you.
The young couple at the back was very quiet and did not disturb the teacher's lecture. The whole lecture was in Japanese and they could not understand.
Xiaoqi basically understood what Teacher Yamamoto said. He said that his friend had a wealthy and sweet family when he was a child. He lived in a villa with pine trees in the yard at the door, and the pine trees were very large and lush.
In Japan, you can tell a person's family background by looking at the pine tree at the door. If there is a huge pine tree at the door, it means the family is very well-off and has a long tradition.
Later, his friend's family fell into poverty, his business failed, and his parents died in a car accident. He almost dropped out of school, but he relied on the sponsorship of his uncle who married into another family to finish college.
After graduation, his friend found a job as a company employee. He worked very hard and returned double the money he earned to the uncle. He also started a family and a career, but later he lost contact with his uncle.
His friend thought he would live a happy and ordinary life like this, and when he retired he could get a large sum of money and take his wife and daughter out to travel to places he had no time to go before. Japanese company employees are basically lifelong employees and the pensions are very generous. However, he did not expect to encounter changes in the company and layoffs, and he only received a severance pay.
As a result, the severance pay was actually defrauded by his wife, who also filed for divorce from him and took their daughter away, because the daughter was not his...his friend's at all.
When he said this, he choked up a little.
To be honest, Xiaoqi couldn't really empathize with the story. After all, the story told by Mr. Yamamoto was too long, covering most of a person's life. For Xiaoqi, her life had just begun.
But she could feel Mr. Yamamoto's pain, and his friend...probably him.
The bell rang on time, and it seemed that the class was over. Mr. Yamamoto did not say what happened to his friend later.
The couple behind packed their bags and walked away hand in hand. On such a rainy day and in such a dark corner, it was unlikely that anyone from the Student Union or the Patrol Committee would suddenly jump out.
Today, Mr. Yamamoto did not pack up his lesson plans, but sat in his chair, looking a little exhausted.
Xiaoqi walked forward and handed over the canned bamboo shoots that he had originally intended to give to the teacher.
Teacher Yamamoto took it and said, "Xiao Qijun, I am leaving China. I am sorry that I can no longer be your teacher. You study very hard, and I hope you can keep going."
Xiaoqi didn't expect that an ordinary class would turn out to be Mr. Yamamoto's last class.
She originally thought it was just raining today, and maybe Mr. Yamamoto was just feeling a little more melancholy. Rainy days always bring more melancholy, more poetry, and more memories to sentimental people.
"Sir, are you going back to China? What are you going to do there?" Xiao Qi had already guessed that when the teacher was talking about his friends, he was probably talking about himself. According to his own words, even if he returned to Japan, he would have no relatives and no job, and he would be single. At his age, he would not be able to find a good job in Japan.
"Yes, I'm going back to Japan. My uncle may not survive this winter, so I want to go back to accompany him." After Mr. Yamamoto finished speaking, he perhaps suddenly remembered that there was such an uncle in the story he just told about his friend, and he showed a slightly embarrassed expression.
Still a little cold, but also a little gentle.
He solemnly handed Xiao Qi a business card, which was made of very delicate wood and had a picture of a very ancient building on it, which looked like a temple.
"If Xiao Qijun goes to Japan, you can find me here."
Xiao Qi took the business card with both hands and put it away carefully.
The two did not go back together, Xiaoqi left first.
Looking back, as usual, the lights in the classroom were still on, and an old man with a straight back was sitting at the podium.
Xiaoqi walked into the rainy night with an umbrella. There were street lights on the roadside.
The familiar mechanical sound rang in my ears again.
"The host studied diligently, maintained a positive attitude, and actively cared for others. He brought hope to a hopeless old man, freeing him from the shackles of his past life. He brought immense positive energy and unlocked the system level, upgrading it to a ninth-level advancement system. The host receives 0.9 yuan for every step he takes, capped at 30,000 steps per day."
Xiao Qi paused and continued walking forward, avoiding the puddles on the road.
Sheng Juanhua got up in the middle of the night.
Knead the dough, boil water, and the water is bubbling in the big pot.
Su Youfu sat in front of the stove and kept the fire burning brightly.
They are going to the city today to celebrate their uncle's birthday. Because the money they handed over was too little, mother-in-law asked them to make a basket of birthday peaches to bring into the city.
It’s free to buy homemade birthday peaches, Li Fengjiao said confidently.
In autumn, Gumula Village is already very cold.
Both of them were wearing tattered jackets, and the dining table was cleared. Sheng Juanhua took out pieces of dough, and Su Youfu cooperated by kneading the dough into pointed heads like peaches. Sheng Juanhua then dipped each kneaded peach in safflower water, and each piece of dough looked like a real peach, with a red pointed head.
The water in the pot was boiling. Sheng Juanhua put the dipped dough into the steamer, placing it open because it would get squeezed together when steamed.
It is filled up into three layers, so it must be a big box when it is finished.
After everything was set up, Su Youfu continued to light the fire. Sheng Juanhua leaned on the stool in the chicken cabinet and yawned loudly.
Tears started to flow, but I was still very sleepy.
But they didn't go to bed. They were both very excited. They went to bed late last night and got up early in the morning, so they hardly got any sleep.
Thinking about what she was about to do, Sheng Juanhua felt excited in her bones.
Su Youfu is the kind of person who won’t say much once he makes a decision.
Neither of them dared to chat for too long in the kitchen. In rural areas, kitchens are open on all sides, so everything they said could be heard outside.
The sound of footsteps outside can be heard at home.
"Go to sleep for a while. I'll call you when the steaming is done." Su Youfu said to his wife who was yawning non-stop.
Sheng Juanhua shook her head. "I'll wash my face and pack my clothes. I'll stay at Aunt Xiaoqi's for the night. I'll go get some fresh vegetables from the back door. When we get to the city, I'll take them to the hospital first. You can go directly to my uncle's."
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