"ah!"
The scream did not come from the TV, but from Tang Yue.
And she successfully scared Lin Xuaner and Wang Xingrui.
Su Yin grabbed Tang Yue's cold hand as if nothing had happened and said gently, "Don't be afraid, the story is almost over."
"You acted so well," Tang Yue whispered. "I almost thought this was a film about volunteer teachers, and I immersed myself in it. But then I suddenly found out those two people were ghosts. It was so scary."
"It's still the seventh day." Wang Xingrui breathed a sigh of relief: "When it comes to our country's traditional customs, it's particularly creepy."
"Tangtang's scream is still more frightening," Lin Xuan'er said, wiping the sweat off her face. "It completely catches people off guard."
After chatting for a while, everyone got back into watching the show.
Zheng Liting's hands were shaking. She put the newspaper back in horror and prepared to put away the photo album.
Who knew that as soon as she stood up, she found a cold hand grabbing her wrist.
It’s Hu Meng.
Hu Meng, who had been acting confused all this time, now looked very serious and solemn:
"Teacher, do you recognize us?"
Zheng Liting took a step back in shock, only to find that Hu Meng's face was frighteningly pale, as if it was covered with powder. "You, why are you back?"
Hu Meng smiled, her red lips and white face making this smile extremely scary: "It's the seventh day, I have to go home anyway."
The male reporter also woke up, or rather, they had been pretending to be asleep.
After all, ghosts don't need to sleep.
"We are also taking this opportunity to come back and see you, teacher."
The male reporter carefully took the album and flipped through it. "I never thought I could still see photos of myself as a child. I was smiling so silly back then."
Hu Meng smiled foolishly: "How could you be stupid? You were quite handsome back then."
Even though it was a ghost, it was still her former student after all, so Zheng Liting wasn't that scared anymore: "Are you going home?"
"Teacher, we are both orphans." Hu Meng sighed, "This is our only home."
"You guys..." Zheng Liting's eyes welled with tears, but they didn't fall. Zhou Yiyang, watching the play again, was still impressed by Su Yin's acting. Unlike some actors who overact during crying scenes, she was completely restrained and subdued.
"I, I actually saw a ghost." Zheng Liting laughed at herself.
The male reporter walked up to Zheng Liting, opened the photo album again, and pointed at Zheng Liting in the photo.
"Teacher, don't you think you haven't changed in all these years?"
This sentence not only surprised Zheng Liting, but also stunned all the audience watching the show.
Zheng Liting suddenly let go of her hands and let the photo album fall to the ground, as if it were a hot potato.
Hu Meng suddenly appeared behind Zheng Liting and whispered in her ear, "Teacher, have you not looked in the mirror for a long time? Or perhaps you locked up all the mirrors in your home, just like this photo album."
Zheng Liting's face was filled with fear, helplessness, and despair.
"You are ghosts! Stay away from me! Don't touch me!"
Hu Meng, like a magic trick, walked through the locked cabinet and took out a mirror.
When it was placed in front of Zheng Liting, she glanced at it out of the corner of her eye and saw that there was no one in the mirror.
She pushed open the door as if she had lost her soul and was like a walking corpse.
Looking up at the night sky, there was no moon, not even a single star.
She walked step by step to the school gate, and there was still thick fog outside.
For the first time, she had the idea of going out, even though she had been subconsciously telling herself that she must never leave the school.
But when she encountered the fog, it suddenly dissipated.
A beam of sunlight fell down, as gentle as a lost dandelion, and flew into Zheng Liting's palm.
When she turned around, the old school had disappeared, leaving only a signboard and a rebuilt small building.
The sign reads: "Zheng Liting Memorial Hall".
This memorial hall, which was originally ignored, has become well-known because it is haunted, which is extremely sad.
"Teacher." Two reporters and several children stood at the entrance of the memorial hall, with grateful smiles on their faces. "We've been waiting for you for a long time. Please give us one last lesson!"
A tear finally fell from the corner of Zheng Liting's eye.
There were also countless viewers watching this drama who shed tears together.
Zheng Liting walked into the memorial hall, where her heroic deeds were introduced.
Fifteen years ago, a fire unexpectedly struck the only school in the village.
As the only teacher, Zheng Liting did not choose to escape. Instead, she organized the students to leave and carried the unconscious children out one by one.
But in the end, she and her four children were burned to death. Fortunately, 46 children survived.
The two reporters were among the survivors.
The most sad thing is that Zheng Liting could have left a long time ago, but she was worried about the children who had no teachers and was reluctant to leave.
Zheng Liting found her own story very interesting: "It turns out that there are still people who remember me."
There is also a classroom in the memorial hall that restores the original scene.
The moment Zheng Liting walked in, she thought she was alive again.
She walked up to the podium, picked up the chalk, and tremblingly wrote four words:
Last lesson.
"I've been teaching and living here for eight years. I have no regrets at all."
"I like this place, I like every one of you, and I'm glad that my life has intersected with you."
"Hu Meng, Wang Bing, you make me proud. I don't have any special abilities, but I'm honored to have students like you..."
The camera gradually zoomed out, and finally only a few spots of light were left flickering.
The last scene at the end is a news report. Although haunted house tourism was banned, tourists continued to flock to it, all to commemorate this respected rural teacher.
After reading it, Lin Xuan'er wiped away her tears and said in a hoarse voice, "This drama really can only be played by Xiao Xiao Su. None of us can do it. We are completely unable to carry this role."
"Indeed," Tang Yue said seriously, "Xiao Xiao Su's acting was so good. When the truth was finally revealed, her expression was absolutely amazing! The relief and tears she shed when she turned around at the end made me cry right away."
"Brother Yang," Wang Xingrui said, even more indignantly, "You said before that our play couldn't be nominated. Is that true? Xiao Xiaosu's performance is definitely worthy of a Magnolia and a Golden Eagle Award!"
Su Yin, however, said somewhat embarrassedly, "Brother Yang's script is still the best. My acting still has room for improvement. But I'm very happy that you like it."
Zhou Yiyang didn't say anything, but concentrated on reading netizens' comments on the finale.
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