Chapter 297 The Leader's Face
"My Chinese teacher, Mr. Fang Ping, passed away due to illness many years ago." Ye Qi said.
"oh……"
Qiao Lan was stunned for a moment.
Did he pass away... many years ago? Then her gift... doesn't seem quite right.
"I'm sorry, I was rash and shouldn't have brought up your sad memories." She realized her mistake and apologized immediately.
Ye Qi said, "No need."
Those are not sad memories.
Teacher Fang Ping was an open-minded man, indifferent to life and death. Students who visited him before his death reported that, despite suffering from illness and being emaciated, he died with a smile on his face. He was not afraid of death and urged his family and friends not to grieve over his passing. He said life was merely an experience, one he had lived to his satisfaction, and that everyone should continue to experience it.
Ye Qi admired his open-mindedness, so according to his teacher's wishes, he restrained his sadness when he heard the news of his death. Whenever he thought of his teacher over the years, he felt calm and nostalgic, not sad.
Ye Qi was introduced to the world of poetry by Teacher Fang Ping. Whenever he's sad, lost, or just relaxing, he often reads and recites poetry. Sometimes, when he comes across a poem he really likes, he wonders if Teacher Fang has read it before and what his thoughts are on it.
But the teacher has passed away, and even when he is not busy at work, he has no way to seek advice from the teacher.
This is a real pity. When I didn’t understand poetry, I found it annoying when teachers strongly recommended it to students. But when I finally understood it, the teacher was gone.
So when Qiao Lan suddenly gave him this gift, Teacher Fang's handwritten collection of poems, Ye Qi liked it very much at first sight.
The manuscript was quite old, the pages yellowed. It must have been one of the books left behind by the teacher after his death. After the typhoon, the book had been exposed to the wind and rain in the ruins. It was not only old and torn, but also damaged and much of the handwriting was blurred. But to Ye Qi, it was extremely precious and rare.
This notebook is like a medium, through which he can know what poems the teacher likes, what poems he has carefully copied in the notebook, and what comments and annotations he has made.
Ye Qi just wanted to say that Qiao Lan’s gift was so well-given and thoughtful!
When Feng Feng flew over on a business trip at night and gave him the gift, Ye Qi was pleasantly surprised and started flipping through the poetry collection, unable to put it down.
But as he was turning the pages, he suddenly stopped...
Because I suddenly remembered something!
It’s not that there’s something wrong with this collection of poems, but... he finally remembered who the leader of Saint Yes in City C was!
"The person above Aunt He looks exactly like an old classmate of Teacher Fang Ping."
"What?" Qiao Lan was shocked when he heard this and almost fell into the ditch. "Are you saying that the person in charge of the Saint Yes branch in City C is someone you know?!"
"Judging from his face, it must be him, but I didn't think of him at the time." Ye Qi said.
In the decisive battle at the Temple Base in City C, after a fierce battle between a group of them and the half-human, half-snake monster, Yin Wanying discovered the spiritual aura of Aunt He and the leader in a hidden corner of the battlefield, so Wen Jiaojiao suddenly attacked and killed them both.
Aunt He's head was smashed into her chest by Wen Jiaojiao's punch, and the leader's heart was pierced by the sharp heel of a high-heeled shoe, and he died completely.
But when Ye Qi went to check the bodies, they mysteriously revived and then disappeared.
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