Chapter 19 The Teacher Doesn't Feel Pain
Bu Qingjue, a child who had nothing but a name, was abandoned by his parents before he could even remember anything.
Bu Qingjue was left at the gate of a kindergarten, wrapped in swaddling clothes, sleeping peacefully without crying.
At least we left him a name.
As Zhang Xiaoman passed by the door, she noticed something strange about the tattered cloth by the roadside. Upon parting it, she discovered a baby lying there.
In those days, things weren't as developed as they are now. Even after reporting it to the police, they couldn't find the person who abandoned the baby. Zhang Xiaoman took the baby back to the kindergarten and cared for it with her colleagues for a while before making a decision.
At that time, she lived in the kindergarten's staff dormitory and usually commuted to and from get off work with her colleagues, so she asked for their opinions with extra caution:
“I want to adopt him and raise him… What do you think?”
The other colleagues looked at each other, unable to come up with a solution for the time being.
They are just ordinary kindergarten teachers. They live on their monthly salary and take some back to supplement their household income. Where would they find the spare money to raise a child?
Zhang Xiaoman was almost forty at this time. She had been transferred from a primary school because her original school had closed down. Even though she liked children, she had to admit that this job was very hard.
Even if the child stays, she might only be able to live with them in the staff dormitory because her house is too far from her workplace.
What to do? Send the child to an orphanage? There will always be families with better conditions willing to help...
Holding Bu Qingjue in her arms, she discussed many solutions with her colleagues, but none of them seemed to offer the best option.
The little boy woke up and reached out to grab Zhang Xiaoman's hair.
This action completely shattered Zhang Xiaoman's hesitation.
She figured if her colleagues objected, she could just commute a few hours longer each day and bring Bu Qingjue to live at home.
But her colleagues were all very kind people, and seeing that Zhang Xiaoman was no longer hesitant, they also stopped hesitating.
Bu Qingjue grew up in a kindergarten.
His adoptive mother is Zhang Xiaoman, and he is also closest to Zhang Xiaoman.
But the other teachers were all very kind to him, and he remembered the name of each of them.
He was guided all the way to junior high school, where he developed self-care abilities and achieved excellent grades; everything was thriving.
On the day he graduated from elementary school, Bu Qingjue thought that when he grew up, he would be a senior white-collar worker in a big company, earn lots and lots of money, renovate and rebuild the kindergarten where he grew up, buy Teacher Zhang a better house, and give many, many gifts to the other teachers.
He also fantasized that his parents would come back to him and say that they had no choice but to ask him to return and inherit the family business.
Then he politely declined, saying that his family members were not the two people who abandoned the child, and that he wanted to leave with the kindergarten teachers.
Then his parents, whom he had never met, wept bitterly in front of him, repenting for their mistakes—a truly satisfying story.
He has many, many wishes, and many things he wants to do. He studies hard and strives for excellence, believing that fate will give him the fairest answer.
With a loud bang.
This was fate's answer to him.
The kindergarten was submerged under stones and mud. The aftershocks pushed him and Zhang Xiaoman away, then crashed down hard, pressing them firmly against the concrete ceiling.
Zhang Xiaoman shielded him with her body. At this time, Bu Qingjue had just started junior high school, and his life had just begun.
He felt the teacher, who was being pressed down in front of him, gently but with difficulty patting his forehead and speaking to him in a hoarse voice to keep him awake and focused.
She guessed, "It must be evening... Does our little Bu still want to hear a story?"
She instructed, "Afterwards... you can't be picky about food, you have to eat all the carrots properly."
She comforted him, "No...child...this is a natural disaster..."
She finally said, "Teacher...Teacher, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."
Bu Qingjue was rescued, and with a bloody voice, he tried his best to tell the people outside.
Please save her.
Please help my family.
"Little friend, your mother...sigh—"
He saw what looked like a tear in the corner of a rescuer's eye, or maybe not, and before the rescuer could even offer a few words of comfort, they moved on to something else.
He had no relatives, and he was the only one rescued from the kindergarten. How lucky he was.
Bu Qingjue, however, felt that it would be better to die.
Because the person who would praise him for eating the carrot obediently is no longer here.
He didn't have time to think about how he would live his life afterward.
All he knew was that he disliked the dust, the ruins, and the cries of pain from the people.
All he knew was that when he closed his eyes, he could hear cries and screams coming from underground, through the steel bars, concrete, and soil.
...
All this pain was summed up in a simple sentence: "The gentleman who resembles you... passed away when I was very young."
“Oh my god,” Zhang Xiaoman of this world covered her mouth, feeling very sorry for Wu Qingxianjun’s plight. Finally, she said, “But I really didn’t know that Xianjun was actually quite… I’m sorry, we all thought you were not easy to approach before.”
"Is that so?" Qingjue said with a half-smile. "I thought the people would change their opinion of me in the next few years."
"Haha, you love to share joy with the people, but there's still a sense of distance—but please don't mind me saying that, I also find you very approachable."
Talking to Zhang Xiaoman always reminded Qingjue of the past, those past events buried by mud, sand and wind, which he thought would only be imprinted on his epitaph.
But he actually tasted a little sweetness in the bloody past, simply because he saw the same people living well in another world.
Teacher Zhang, who was rescued from the same ruins, seemed to be from another world to Qingjue. He sat in the ruins and chatted with her, as if he saw another possibility about the past.
It's possible that I wasn't the only one standing there.
It got completely dark. After all, it was after the earthquake, and he didn't want to disturb other people's rest. Everyone who passed by came to see him while he sat there, and each one of them wanted to thank him. He was a little overwhelmed.
"Oh, right," Qingjue said, pulling out a sachet-like object from his Qiankun bag, "There are some talismans I drew inside. Carry them with you; they can not only save your life in critical moments, but also help you cross the lake to the Qing family. If you need any help, just let me know."
"How can I possibly accept this?"
"Please accept this; consider it a token of my gratitude."
"Well, since that's the case... I, a woman, will not refuse. I thank the Immortal Lord for everything he has done for the people of Quanzhou and Zhangzhou."
After bidding farewell to Zhang Xiaoman, Qingjue breathed a long sigh of relief.
Is there another teacher in this world besides Zhang Xiaoman?
Or... in his world, would there be Jie Zhoujian, Ruan Linglai, Qinghuan, and Qingfeng?
Suddenly I feel like crying again. Seriously, how come I'm such a grown-up, yet I act like that little girl Linglai?
"Master!!" As soon as he was spoken, he rushed over.
A girl who looked like a small hand grenade bumped into me, tears streaming down her face.
"Master, you fainted! So many people are injured, including Father and Mother. I was so scared, waaaaah!"
"I'm fine, and Father and Mother are fine too."
Qingjue touched her head as usual, and when he touched her forehead, he felt a mix of emotions.
He added, "It's good that you're all alright. I will protect you."
"I also want to protect Master," Ruan Linglai said, looking up. "I want to become very, very powerful so I can protect Master!"
"Me too!" Aju ran over from a short distance away and hugged Qingjue's other leg: "I want to protect Master too!"
“Kids…you should practice your own internal cultivation techniques first,” Yan Shiqun descended from the sky, sheathed his sword which was taller than him, and said, “Your master is very strong. If you want to protect him, practice for hundreds of years first.”
“Junior Brother Yan,” Wen Tianyu walked over slowly, “you helped out, that’s good.”
He's been using his eyes a lot these past few days, mainly looking for any remaining refugees, and now he's feeling a bit drowsy.
"You've all come?" Qingjue supported Wen Tianyu with one hand and said, "How did you know I was here?"
Aju: "Brother Jie said you were chatting with acquaintances here and asked us to come back later. We didn't want to disturb you, so we came as soon as we saw you come out."
“That kid during the day…” If Qingjue remembered correctly, he had just thoughtfully taken the other children away. Qingjue was so considerate that even an adult like him felt ashamed. “So what is your Senior Brother Jie doing now?”
Ruan Linglai raised her hand: "I saw him helping Senior Brother Qinghuan. My dad and I also helped today. My dad and mom donated a lot of money."
“Oh, right, speaking of which,” Yan Shiqun said, arms crossed, “Do you remember Menglan’s mother in that small village last time? I saw her when I flew over there; she was helping to distribute bedding.”
"So, she's been doing well lately," Qingjue said with a genuine smile of relief. "Everyone is working hard, and I believe this disaster will soon be over."
"I don't mean to help... I just feel that I've been eating and drinking for free at your house for so long, it wouldn't be right not to do something in return."
"Haha," Aju laughed at him, "Junior Brother Yan, if you want to help, just say so!"
"Tch, so you weren't beaten into submission the first time we met?"
"Hey, don't do it! I'm your senior brother now, you can't be so disrespectful..."
Wen Tianyu said, "Disrespectful to elders."
"Ah, yes, that's exactly what I wanted to say, Senior Brother Wen's words are exactly what I wanted to say!"
The wild goose, separated from its flock: "Jie Zhoujian isn't here right now, are you itching for a beating? (▼皿▼#)!"
Aju: "Hey... Master! Junior Brother Yan hit me Σ( ° △°||| )!"
Ruan Linglai: "You two are so noisy ●︿●"
Wen Tianyu: "(ˊ-ˋ*)?"
Qingjue laughed helplessly, grabbing one of them with each hand to stop the farce, suddenly tearing a crack in the bewilderment of standing amidst the ruins.
"Alright, alright, you guys haven't eaten yet either, have you? Go find your Senior Brother Jie, go back and get something to eat, and then continue helping out tomorrow."
Not far along the lake, I saw a little child standing on the shore. He was also carrying a sword taller than himself, and his hair was just past his shoulders, tied up in a small ponytail.
Before Qingjue could speak, he turned around.
He never needed Qingjue to speak; even without eyes possessing divine power, he could understand everything.
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