Strolling on the way to the classroom, he looked at the ancient campus filled with birdsong, flowers, green trees, and neatly arranged teaching buildings. Everywhere was full of vitality and appeared more elegant and tranquil, but he didn't know how long this peaceful life could last.
Perhaps it was time for him to remind Song Lin to leave. Not every effort and perseverance would be rewarded, and leaving was for a better future.
"They've been acting a bit strange these past couple of days, especially Song Lin, who's been hunched over his book without a word. We can't find a way to comfort them, so we can only try to keep them in the middle during large classes."
Zhang Guoqing nodded gently, "Let's talk about it when we get back."
When he arrived at his classroom, a few students were discussing something with their books, and Song Lin was among them. It was lunchtime, and Zhang Guoqing knew at a glance that these nerds were discussing a questionable experiment.
When they saw Zhang Guoqing and the other man come in, their eyes lit up and they were about to speak.
Shen Yunshi quickly raised his hand and called for a halt, "Are you guys acting like gods? Go eat quickly, or class will start soon."
"How about we eat and talk about it later?"
Shen Yunshi took out the lunch box from the drawer and knocked on it. "Let's go. It's too late to get anything good."
Song Lin and two classmates took out lunch boxes and lunch tickets and handed them to them. No one refused. They often brought lunch to each other and were used to it. Especially during this period, everyone helped to pack Song Lin's lunch box.
Zhang Guoqing waved to them and walked over to sit among the remaining students.
"Teacher, I don't know if we've booked the train tickets this time. Could you please check for us? I want to leave early the day after tomorrow."
Zhang Guoqing smiled and said, "Okay. I'll go and ask later. Are you all going back to your hometown?"
Everyone nodded.
Zhang Guoqing looked at Song Lin. In his memory, this gentle and refined boy rarely smiled, like a melancholy young man. Now, his expression was full of worries and gloom.
After chatting for a while, one of the students stood up and said, "You guys sit down for a while. I'm going to see if they have eaten my breakfast. Why haven't they come yet?"
A classmate laughed happily and followed him out of his seat. "I'll go with you. It looks like there will be a lot of people here today. Let's go and help out."
Zhang Guoqing watched them leave, then turned to look at Song Lin. He wondered how to start the conversation. It would be bad if the other party misunderstood that he was dropping out of school because he was dragging down the class.
After a brief hesitation, Zhang Guoqing considered that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and that it would be inconvenient to discuss other topics when other students came in. He glanced at Song Lin, who seemed to be hesitant to speak.
"Xiao Wu, am I a burden to everyone?"
Look! This kid really has such an idea.
Zhang Guoqing smiled at him reassuringly, "It's not a burden, we're all classmates. We're all happy to help, but we're just worried that sometimes we won't be able to do what we want."
After saying that, he frowned and glanced outside. He didn't expect someone to come so soon. The footsteps were getting closer and closer. He turned his eyes to the poor child again.
Zhang Guoqing lowered his voice and said, "Think of a way to visit your parents during the holidays."
Upon hearing this, Song Lin widened his eyes, pursed his lips tightly, and looked silently at Zhang Guoqing's serious face.
Zhang Guoqing glanced at the figures of one or two classmates who appeared outside the door. He gave Song Lin a meaningful look, and the two of them locked eyes.
He immediately turned to the students who had entered and said pointedly, "This weather is really hot and humid. Are there any dark clouds this morning? I think it's going to rain heavily soon."
"Hehe... Summer in the capital is like a child's face, it comes as soon as it's said."
Zhang Guoqing smiled at them and said, "That's right. Even if it doesn't rain today, it will pour in a couple of days. You must bring your umbrellas, just in case."
Song Lin's eyes flashed, he clenched his fists, looked at Zhang Guoqing's back, and said softly, "I'm grateful for your kindness." He remembered what his grandfather said. He really should leave and couldn't hesitate any longer.
"Ten years of sharpening a sword, yet the frosty blade remains untested."
He had too many reluctances, but he also knew that he had to give in to reality. In the past few years, he had been struggling, trying to integrate into society and integrate into the collective, but apart from the classroom, it was not easy to do so in other places.
Who is Zhang Guoqing?
After all these years of studying together, Song Lin believed he knew his monitor well. He would never exaggerate. If he could warn someone, the situation would only get worse. Otherwise, he wouldn't take the risk.
Song Lin pondered his cryptic words. "There's going to be a downpour in a couple of days, right?" He sighed inwardly, gazing longingly at the classroom.
Zhang Guoqing listened to the voice behind him and smiled silently.
He never considered gratitude. He simply followed his own heart. He only spoke out because he felt that a family of such prominent status couldn't possibly be unable to send off a grandson; otherwise, his words would have been meaningless.
After Zhang Guoqing finished his vacation, he began to devote himself to the student union and class meetings again. He didn't say much to Song Lin, but he was happy for him when he occasionally saw that he looked calm and behaved normally.
By the time Yi Jiefang returned to school, the rain had stopped and the sky had cleared. Dressed in wet clothes, he looked rather listless and downcast. Before he could even change, Zhang Guoqing told him to go and ask his teacher to approve his leave.
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Zhang Guoqing looked at his confused face with wet hair and laughed non-stop. He leaned over and whispered, "Tomorrow is a holiday!"
Yi Jiefang's mouth cracked when he heard that. He rubbed the dirt off the bottom of his trousers, threw down his luggage, whistled nonchalantly, and ran out with a frown on his face.
Zhang Guoqing kicked his luggage bag, smiled and shook his head, then reluctantly helped him carry it upstairs, opened Yi Jiefang's dormitory door, and threw it on the ground.
Yi Jiefang was the only roommate in the dormitory, munching on a steamed bun made from three-grain flour. After swallowing it, he pointed at a stool and said, "Sit down first. Where's Dayi gone now?"
After Zhang Guoqing sat down, he glanced at his lunch box curiously. "You haven't been home these few days? What's wrong? Didn't your mother bring you food?"
"Don't mention it. My mom seems to be out of town for a meeting again. My dad isn't home either. I'm just too lazy to go back, and there's no one home."
"So you're not going back during the holidays?"
The other person shook his head and said, "Go straight back to my hometown. My grandfather wrote to me not long ago and asked me to go over and keep him company."
Zhang Guoqing only knew that this guy's family all wore blue uniforms, and his mother worked in the same unit as Cheng Ruzhu. He heard that he lived in the government compound, but he really didn't know where he was from.
"What about you? Are you going back home?"
Zhang Guoqing smiled and said, "We must be on different paths." The implication was that it was useless to ask.
"That's true. Although Northeast China and Northern Shaanxi both contain the word 'North', they really can't travel together." After the other party finished speaking, he couldn't stop laughing.
Wan Dayong had heard Zhang Guoqing's voice in the dormitory next door a long time ago, but he couldn't wait for him, so he came over to take a look... Well, this guy was chatting again.
"Cousin, have you bought your ticket?"
The other party rolled his eyes at him, "I'm Tang Sheng, not my cousin's wife!"
Wan Dayong waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's all the same. Names are meant to be remembered."
Zhang Guoqing laughed happily beside him. The child's real name was completely distorted by the accents of his classmates from all over the world.
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