Chapter 330: Mentor Miao Miao
Everyone gasped.
"This is too cruel. Even an animal wouldn't do such a thing. How could they have the heart to do this to their own daughter?"
“Some people are worse than animals.”
Teacher Feng sighed.
He Nanxi: "Your teacher must have taken a huge risk."
Teacher Feng didn't expect He Nanxi to notice this aspect, so he nodded and said:
"Yes, Yang Wushuang's father brought a group of people to arrest the teacher. Fortunately, she was quick-witted and called the police, and then she escaped. However, in the end, to settle the matter peacefully, she paid Yang Wushuang's family 100,000 yuan in compensation, and the matter was finally settled."
Reality is not a fairy tale.
Sometimes bad guys don’t necessarily get retribution, but instead they can prosper.
Lin Ruoyi's face turned red with anger:
"This old Deng, why doesn't he just die?"
Teacher Feng glanced back:
"He shouldn't die for a while."
"So how is Yang Wushuang now?"
"She's doing well now. She graduated and joined a very strong listed company last year, earning 500,000 to 600,000 yuan a year. She also sponsors several students."
Vivian's eyes were a little dazed:
"Do I have to hold an umbrella for others because I've been caught in the rain myself?"
Teacher Feng smiled:
"Some people's will is worth passing on. Even if she is gone, there are still countless people doing the same thing as her."
As they were talking, they had already arrived at the sea of flowers.
The large field of wild flowers swayed in the wind, red, yellow, purple and green, growing vigorously.
Even in autumn, it makes people full of hope.
Teacher Feng bent down and cleared the weeds from the small grave.
He Nanxi looked at the small tombstone and was touched.
There were a few words written on it.
【The tomb of my mentor Miao Miao.】
There were no photos, but she could probably guess what kind of person she was with a big heart.
He Nanxi bowed slightly in front of the tombstone.
This is a man worthy of respect.
"This is just a cenotaph. After the accident, she was transported back home. I couldn't make it there, and I didn't know where the teacher's home was, so I packed up some of her clothes and carved a tombstone."
Teacher Feng sat beside the tombstone, his eyes full of tenderness.
"You guys go and do your work, I'll stay here with the teacher for a while."
He Nanxi didn't say anything else. She could see that Teacher Feng wanted to quietly accompany her mentor.
Or rather, the person he loves.
The sea of flowers here is beautiful, but after hearing that story, He Nanxi always felt a little sad.
"Don't be sad."
Vivian whispered soothingly.
He Nanxi looked at Teacher Feng not far away.
He sat next to the tombstone with a smile on his face, as if he was whispering something.
"I want to do something."
He Nanxi's eyes gradually became firm. She walked towards Teacher Feng and asked in a gentle voice:
"Can I take a picture of you?"
Teacher Feng was stunned: "Photograph me?"
"Yes, film you, film you all, film your stories."
She expressed her thoughts, and Teacher Feng fell into a long silence.
He Nanxi waited patiently.
From the village chief's behavior, she could probably guess that Teacher Feng must know something, so he was placed under house arrest in Shuiwan Village.
He cannot leave here and cannot contact the outside world because the village chief is afraid that he will reveal certain secrets.
Once He Nanxi tells others about what happened here and affects certain people's interests, he will probably be the first to be affected.
"Let me think about it. Class is about to start. Let's go back first."
Everyone walked back along the same path they came from, and when they returned to school, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.
The children are already sitting in the classroom, studying hard.
He Nanxi let the others move freely. She walked into the classroom, moved a tattered chair, and prepared to sit in on a class.
Vivian also came in and sat next to He Nanxi.
This class is Chinese, and the textbook used by Teacher Feng is an old textbook that has not been revised yet. It is obvious that it has been used for many years.
Teacher Feng’s lectures are very lively and the students listen with great interest.
He Nanxi occasionally took out his camera to take pictures, but no one was affected.
After the class ended, the students were still reluctant to leave. They looked at Teacher Feng eagerly and asked questions, and Teacher Feng patiently answered them.
Looking at this scene, He Nanxi felt sad.
"Are you teachers too?"
A little boy looked at He Nanxi and Vivian with his eyes wide open.
He was very thin and seemed a little malnourished, with dark skin, which made his eyes look particularly bright.
He Nanxi looked into those eyes and couldn't bear to say anything that would disappoint him.
"Yes, I teach painting."
"Wow, really?"
The little boy's eyes were full of surprise:
"I like painting the most. My dream is to become a painter."
He Nanxi touched his head:
"You can definitely achieve your dream. What's your name?"
"My name is Shitou. This is the name my grandma gave me. She said I will be as strong as a stone in the future."
Vivian: "What about your parents?"
Stone scratches his head:
"Grandma said I came out of a crack in a rock and I don't have any parents."
He Nanxi looked at his dim eyes and suddenly understood something in her heart.
Vivian squatted down and patted his shoulder:
"Then you are a powerful person like the Monkey King."
Stone's eyes suddenly lit up and he nodded vigorously:
"That's right, I want to be the Monkey King!"
While they were chatting, other children came over and looked at them curiously.
He Nanxi stood up confidently:
"Classmates, I'm your art teacher. You can call me Teacher He."
When they heard that He Nanxi was also a teacher, the students immediately gathered around him.
Teacher Feng obviously did not expect He Nanxi's move and was a little surprised.
But as he watched He Nanxi patiently chatting with his classmates, his eyes gradually softened.
If I give it a try, will there be a better outcome?
He Nanxi asked Teacher Feng for a lesson to teach the children how to draw.
After class, she received a stack of children's fantasies about the city.
Some people drew exquisite clothes and skirts, some drew police officers, and one boy drew Ultraman.
They excitedly introduced their paintings.
"There must be a lot of nice and warm clothes in the city, so it won't be cold in winter."
"I think there must be police officers in the city who can arrest my father and stop beating my mother and me."
"No, there must be Ultraman in the city. Ultraman is the most powerful and can save my sister from the bad guys!"
As for the stone, there were two people drawn: a man and a woman.
Simple lines outlined two people, and she softly asked the stone:
"What's this?"
Shitou smiled and said: "The father and mother I drew, even though I jumped out of a stone, but I think there should be fathers and mothers in the city."
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