Liao Tingming came to Wang Shuning's house that afternoon after returning from Dashan City. "The sleeper berth at 4 p.m. on the 26th."
Wang Shuning reached out and took the ticket. "Thank you, Captain Liao."
She took a look at the ticket price and handed him the money. "Captain Liao, are you not going back home for the New Year this year?"
Liao Tingming shook his head. "My home leave has been used up in the first half of the year. I have to wait until next year to go back."
Wang Shuning blinked.
Seeing that she had nothing to say, Liao Tingming said, "Then I'll go back first. Remember the departure time and don't be late."
Wang Shuning smiled and walked the person to the gate of the courtyard.
After the elementary school final exams, considering that Wang Shuning had to return to Beijing, Teacher Su Fangmei stayed and corrected all the third and fourth grade exams with Wang Shuning.
The grading of test papers and the calculation of scores for all subjects did not end until the afternoon of the 24th.
"Teacher Su, I'll leave the matter of students getting their transcripts to you. I'll come next summer."
The primary and middle schools on the island gathered to pick up their report cards on the 27th, and by that time Wang Shuning was already on his way back.
Su Fangmei twisted her sore wrist and said, "Your boat will be tomorrow morning, so hurry back and pack your things. Don't stay in your hometown and be reluctant to come next year!"
After teaching the same class for one semester, Su Fangmei had a good impression of Wang Shuning.
She doesn't procrastinate and never complains, and all the students and parents like her.
Wang Shuning smiled and said, "I have to come back. The seafood on the island is so delicious. I can't bear to leave."
Su Fangmei raised her eyebrows, "You've been here for four months and you're not tired of it yet!"
Wang Shuning swallowed his saliva, "No, I sent a lot of dried goods back to my hometown the day before yesterday, in case I would be greedy in Beijing. I sent two large bags of dried salted fish and dried shrimps."
When I got home, most of my things had been packed. All the heavy items had been sent away the day before, so only a few pieces of clothing were left.
Early the next morning, Wang Shuning went into the kitchen and started working. He would be on the road for four days, so he had to make more food and put it in his lunch box.
Aunt Ding saw that the sun had risen and there was movement next door, so she stood on the balcony and shouted, "Teacher Wang, hurry up and leave. Don't miss the boat."
Wang Shuning put the bag under the eaves and was about to take the key to lock the door when he heard a voice and shouted in response: "I know, I'll leave right away."
I rushed to the dock with my bag, but unexpectedly someone was waiting for me there.
Liao Tingming stood tall beside the ship and kept looking at Wang Shuning. His gaze was so strong that it was hard to ignore it.
"Teacher Wang, I can't go home for the New Year this year. Can you help me bring something? I'm afraid it will be lost in the mail."
Wang Shuning looked down at the watch handed to him. If the money could be sent back, the watch could be sent back as well.
But I owe others a favor and I can't refuse it.
"Okay, tell me your home address and the names of your family members, and I'll find time to send them over when I get back."
Liao Tingming took out a piece of paper from his chest pocket and handed it to Wang Shuning, "This is my home address and my parents' names."
Wang Shuning forced a smile, which showed that he was certain that he would agree and had made preparations in advance.
The ship blew its whistle and was about to set sail.
Wang Shuning hurriedly got on board with her bag.
The sky is clear, it is a perfect weather for watching the sea.
The next morning at around nine o'clock, the ship docked at Dashan City Pier. Wang Shuning had a big meal at a state-owned restaurant and then went to the train station to wait.
At 3:30 in the afternoon, the staff started shouting at people to get on the bus. Wang Shuning mixed in the crowd with his bag and was almost crushed into a meat patty.
The bed that Liao Tingming bought for Wang Shuning had a lower bed, which provided much more space for movement than the upper bed he had sat in when he came from City D. At least he could sit up straight on the bed.
The person sitting on the bed opposite Wang Shuning was a scholar. Since getting on the bus, he had been reading a book for two or three hours without closing it. After finishing one book, he would take out another one from his bag.
The package was square, and Wang Shuning had reason to believe that it was full of books.
The two chatted for a while during the meal and found out that the other person was Cheng Zhiji, a professor in the Department of Literature at Huajing University.
After learning that Wang Shuning graduated from high school and went to work in the countryside and is now a teacher, Cheng Zhiji couldn't help but sigh, "If the college entrance examination hadn't been cancelled, maybe you could still be my student."
Wang Shuning raised his eyebrows, "Huajing University's admission score is too high. It will probably be difficult to get in."
Cheng Zhiji smiled and said, "I think you can do it, it's a pity, being a primary school teacher is also good, at least the knowledge you learned is not in vain, and you can pass it on to the next generation."
After staying on the train for three days and three nights, Wang Shuning felt dizzy even when lying down.
The temperature in the carriage was only four or five degrees, and it got colder the closer we got to Beijing.
Wang Shuning was wearing a cotton jacket and sitting on the bed, wrapped tightly in a quilt. Water mist was dripping on the car window.
The windows have to be opened for ventilation during the day, otherwise the smell will be even worse.
On the morning of December 29th, at Wang Shuning’s home.
Song Guiying was busy in the kitchen with her daughter-in-law Zhang Xiuzhen.
Seeing that it was getting late, he hurried to the living room and urged, "You guys go there early to grab a seat. If you go too late, what if too many people come down and you don't see Xiao Ning?"
Wang Jianguo and Wang Jianjun were sitting on stools eating dried coconut meat. It was not too sweet and had a light fragrance, but it was too hard to chew and hurt your teeth.
"It's only nine o'clock now. The train won't arrive until about twelve o'clock. Jianjun and I will leave later." Wang Jianguo took a sip of boiled water and felt a little stuck in his teeth.
The conductor notified everyone to get off the train, and Wang Shuning followed at the end carrying his bag.
As soon as I got out of the car, I heard a familiar voice.
"Xiao Ning."
"Little sister."
The noise on the platform was very noisy, but Wang Shuning could still hear it clearly. He raised his head and looked in the direction where they were coming. The father and son were squeezing towards them.
After arriving, Wang Jianjun took the bag from Wang Shuning's hand.
Wang Jianguo said: "Go home, your mother and your sister-in-law have prepared a lot of dishes, waiting for you to come back and eat."
The temperature in Beijing is already below zero. It snowed the day before yesterday and the snow was frozen before it melted, so the ground is a bit slippery.
Wang Shuning's ears were frozen red and the breath he exhaled was white mist.
The cold wind blew in through the seams of my clothes, and I shivered all over.
"Mom, my little sister is back." Wang Jianjun shouted inside before entering the house.
After opening the door, Song Guiying came over with a smile on her face and held her little daughter's hand. "You're finally back. You must be hungry. Come and eat."
When I entered the living room, the dining table on the kang had already been set up.
Song Guiying pushed her little daughter onto the heated kang and took an old blanket from the corner and covered her legs. "Cover her with the blanket. You are wearing so little that your hands are freezing."
"Thanks, Mom. I didn't expect Beijing to be so cold." I had just sat down, and my butt wasn't even warm yet, but my hands were so frozen that I could hardly hold the chopsticks.
Wang Jianguo asked, "Isn't it cold on the island?"
Wang Shuning shook his head. "It's not cold. It's like spring now."
Zhang Xiuzhen looked at her sister-in-law and said, "My little sister is getting prettier and prettier. Her face is fair and rosy."
Wang Shuning smiled and said, "That's because it was frozen red."
Song Guiying looked at him carefully. "You have gained weight, but not lost weight. Your skin is whiter than before. I thought you would become darker."
Wang Shuning said: "I usually stay at home or in the classroom. Whenever I go out, I wear long sleeves and a hat, so I don't get tanned.
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