Chapter 94 Chapter 94 Returning the Teacher
There was a light snowfall in the evening, not heavy. The snow on the village road melted quickly because of the people walking back and forth, but no one walked under the trees on the hillside, so a thin layer of snow remained, like a torn white gauze, scattered here and there. In the dark night, a faint halo is reflected.
Song Ruan took advantage of the dim light and walked towards the school, one step deep and one step shallow - she was going to do something sneaky, so how could she dare to show off? Others use the maze lantern to illuminate, but in her case, using the maze lantern is like seeking death!
——As for the more convenient flashlight, nowadays flashlights are a rarity in the countryside. Only a few relatively wealthy families can afford them. Even the team leader’s family uses lanterns and flashlights alternately.
The one with the flashlight goes to look for the transferred personnel - ha, he is looking for death.
Fortunately, she had already familiarized herself with the terrain in advance. In addition, the school was built at the foot of a remote mountain because there was no land in the village. There were not many houses around, so the journey was smooth.
She tiptoed into the school with a sneaky look in her eyes, groped her way to the wall, and leaned against the window to peer in for a while, then there was a burst of "puff, puff, puff".
Fan Yuying had been a light sleeper ever since she was knocked down and demoted, and she was sleeping near the window, so she was awakened all of a sudden.
The fact that she was willing to pay Song Ruan's tuition out of her own pocket showed that she was a very enthusiastic teacher who also cared about her students. Song Ruan was not the first student she sponsored, nor would she be the last. She had lived frugally over the years, and most of the salary she saved was used to support these children.
Not only does she pay for students' tuition, she also often volunteers to teach children with weak foundations. She truly treats these students as her own children.
But the person who was demoted as a result of the report was her student, a student she had sponsored.
You can imagine how much of a blow this was to her.
She even felt that being paraded through the streets and criticized would not have been as painful as the moment she found out that it was the student whom she had always treated like a close child who reported her.
As soon as she opened her eyes from her sleep, she subconsciously wanted to turn on the light, and then she remembered that she had been demoted to the Dongfeng Brigade.
Fan Yuying's hand slowly dropped, she wiped her face, turned her head in confusion, and wanted to look at the moon outside the window.
She saw a person dressed in black from head to toe standing by the window, waving at her.
Fan Yuying: ...
It is no exaggeration to say that she almost fainted at first sight.
Even though she was a staunch materialist, she couldn't help but have some confused doubts at this moment: She seemed to have been sent down to the countryside, not to the underworld, right?
Or is this the end of her fate, and someone has been sent to pick her up?
Seeing that she didn't move, the black shadow pulled off the scarf covering his face, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and whispered in a low voice: "Teacher, teacher! It's me!"
Fan Yuying quickly recognized the voice - it was her former student Song Ruan, who was now an educated youth in the Dongfeng Brigade and was quite famous. She had only been there for a few days and was still an "evil spirit" isolated by the locals, but they had heard her name several times.
Her tense body slowly relaxed, but not completely. She looked at the shadow in silence for a while, then tiptoed out of the room.
They were lower-level personnel, and the village was treating them well by allocating a room in the newly built school for them to transition to. Even though she was the only woman in the group, it was impossible to give her a single room on her own - so many local people couldn't even afford a single room, could that still be called transformation?
Besides, the temperature has dropped now, and she alone cannot collect enough firewood for the winter.
But it was not very convenient for boys and girls to live together. Fortunately, the classroom had two doors, front and back. Others took care of her and allocated a small area with a window at the back door to her. They piled some firewood on the side as a marking line. Normally, no one went there, so it almost became two spaces.
Overall, it was pretty good. She had helped old friends who had been sent down before, and knew what life was like for the "bad elements" who were sent to harsh areas:
A thatched shed was built with branches, grass, wooden frames and wheat straw. It was leaky in the winter and rainy in the summer. Then a base was made of mud and people lived in it, spreading a handful of hay on the ground and sleeping like that. Even the wooden frame had to be built by themselves. When it rains, rainwater will flow or seep in through the cracks on the roof of the thatched hut and the sides, making the whole place muddy.
At least in the Dongfeng Brigade, they lived in houses.
Fan Yuying's movements were very quiet and did not alarm anyone else. Fearing that other people in the room might hear them, the two of them walked away.
Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and as they walked out together, Fan Yuying subconsciously observed Song Ruan.
Unlike her increasingly haggard and silent self, she has gained some weight, is more energetic than before, and her eyes are more determined. It can be seen that she is living a good life now. Compared with her previous timidity, she finally has some youthful spirit.
A hint of relief unconsciously appeared at the corner of Fan Yuying's mouth, but she paused and then suppressed it.
When they reached a corner, they stopped in tacit understanding. Fan Yuying looked at her with complicated eyes: "What are you doing here?"
Song Ruan handed her the basket in her hand: "Teacher, I'll bring you something."
The things in the basket were neatly arranged. Fan Yuying took a quick look at them all: in the middle of the basket, a Chu-Han River was separated by branches and newspapers. On the left was a set of folded clothes. Its color could not be seen clearly in the dark night, but it was clear that it was quite thick, with a hat on top. The other side was filled with rice, flour, some dry food that did not need to be processed, a bottle of red medicine, and ginger for cold protection. It was completely filled.
All of them were what she urgently needed now - after all, she was a member of the lower class and could not bring almost anything except a few thin and torn clothes.
Fan Yuying's mood became even more complicated.
Seeing that she didn't move, Song Ruan came up and put the basket in her hands; "Teacher, you hold it first to cushion it, I will bring it to you later."
Fan Yuying was silent for a while, then pushed the basket back and said, "Take it back, and don't come here again."
Song Ruan instantly understood Fan Yuying's worries: "Teacher, don't worry. The things I prepared for you, including this basket, are all new to me. Others have never seen them and won't guess that I sent them to you. When I came, I was careful not to let others see them."
She made all the baskets by herself according to Ning Yuan and the system’s tutorials!
She was extremely cautious.
"It will do you no good to get involved with me," Fan Yuying said coldly.
"But teacher, you paid for my tuition out of your own pocket. I didn't say I didn't want to have anything to do with you then, but now I'm saying I don't want to have anything to do with you. That's really inhumane."
Song Ruan saw that Fan Yuying was really afraid of implicating her - and seemed to be a little wary, so she simply put the basket on the ground, covered her head with the thick black coat she had specially picked, and ran out.
When Fan Yuying took off the clothes on her head, the person had disappeared. If it weren't for the coat that was still warm in her hands and the basket in front of her, it would have seemed like a big dream that she was comforting herself with.
She held her coat in her arms and squatted in front of the basket in a daze. I picked up a piece of steamed bun and put it in my mouth. The fragrance of grain spread in my mouth, and my throat, which had been eating porridge mixed with bran for so long, seemed to be surging eagerly.
As she chewed, her eyes became red.
She coughed and laughed.
Some people still remember her past efforts.
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