Chapter 94
Qin Shi was holding three books in her hands, her thick black braids hanging neatly on her shoulders. She stood at the stairs and looked towards the street.
The newly built library was far from the downtown area, and there was no one seen at the distant intersection for a long time.
After a while, the sound of jingling was heard.
The young man came over on his bicycle, "Comrade Qin."
Qin Shi's eyes curved as she walked down the stairs. "I found a high school math book, a Chinese book, and a workbook. Take a look and see if it's what you want."
Lu Qin pushed off his footrests, walked over, and took the textbook from her. On the front were the words "Mathematics" in bold black letters. He opened it and took a look. "This is it. Thank you, Comrade Qin."
Familiar content, familiar images. The scene of sitting in a high school classroom in a previous life seemed like a lifetime ago.
"You're welcome, but this book has yellowed in places because I used it to pad the corners of the table. Please don't mind."
Qin Shi pointed.
Lu Qin had just seen it. He quickly put the books into his shoulder bag and said, "It's okay. As long as I can read it, it's fine. Comrade Qin, please find these books."
He had to thank her, as he had spent two days wandering around the county town without finding any decent books. This showed that "knowledge" was truly not highly regarded.
Qin Shi said, "You're welcome." She tugged at her braid, genuinely curious. "Who did you find the book for? High school math is relatively complex. If I read it on my own, there might be a lot I don't understand."
She listened in class and spent some time after class to thoroughly understand certain knowledge points.
How could Lu Qin not understand what she meant? He smiled, revealing his white teeth, "I read it myself. Don't worry, Comrade Qin, I can understand these books."
It's not just that I understood it. With just one glance, the memory of the relevant knowledge came to my mind.
Qin Shi himself loves reading, and he never said anything like "reading is useless without the college entrance examination."
The two chatted for a few more minutes and then parted ways.
Lu Qin exudes a sense of "I'm busy".
He was absent for two full days, including the weekend, and at the beginning of the new week, his figure appeared at the classroom window again.
The class finally noticed he had reappeared and exchanged glances. After several attempts at chasing him without success, their curiosity was completely piqued.
This kid seems to have wheels on his feet and runs faster than anyone else.
Gao Weimin glanced casually out the window at the teacher on the stage. The male student remained in his usual posture, listening attentively to his lecture. His inner turmoil was a little greater than last time, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Hey, why are you running?"
After class today, several male students, led by Xiangdong, finally stopped him.
Someone said something sarcastically, "You haven't finished your work in the fields yet, so why are you running so fast every day?"
The person beside him looked at the young man in front of him carefully, hesitated for a moment, and thought after getting closer that it was impossible for him to be so white even when working.
The young man stopped, holding his notebook in his arms, "Hello."
Everyone: Wow, quite polite.
Gao Weimin packed up his textbooks and walked out of the classroom with an empty chalk box. When he looked up, he saw the male comrades surrounded in the distance. He stopped there, and seeing that they didn't seem to be looking for trouble, he hesitated for a moment and then left.
Lu Qin inadvertently withdrew his gaze and dealt with the group of guys in front of him first. If he didn't deliberately slow down, they really couldn't catch up with him.
They looked him up and down, and he didn't look like a farmer at all.
Lu Qin spoke first, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes, "Classmates, do you have something to talk to me about? I'm in a hurry."
He still had to rush to work. He had already finished what he would normally do at this time last night, and the price he paid was no small one. Fortunately, Kong Dongdong was there to bear the pain for him.
Everyone felt relieved when they saw his envious gaze, thinking that he had answered their earlier question. They hurried back to their work, thinking that the clothes they were wearing might not be the best ones in the house.
"Hello, what's your name?"
"Hello, classmates. My name is Lu Qin." The young man was very polite, but his face showed a sense of urgency as if he was in a hurry.
Xiangdong saw the notebook in his hand and thought of the sound of the pen rubbing against the paper in class. He asked to borrow his notebook, "Is that okay?"
How can the young people not agree?
"I just wrote it casually." No way.
It has to be said that Lu Qin’s imitation of Kong Dongdong’s style is quite effective.
At least after Xiangdong opened the notebook, he saw the beautiful handwriting and didn't make things difficult for him, so he just closed it.
After they surrounded him and asked him a few questions, they let him go.
“He has beautiful handwriting.”
“It looks good but it’s not edible.”
"But I took a look and saw that he took notes very accurately." After all, there were people in the class listening to the lecture.
"So what? I'm just like everyone else. I have to go back to work. There's no use in teaching you how to farm in books, so it's useless even if I learn it."
Gao Weimin, carrying a half-full box of chalk, heard them talking. He opened his notebook and said, "Okay, keep quiet. Class is about to start."
In September, the weather is pleasant.
After a while of school starting, Lu Qin came to attend classes whenever he had time and became familiar with them.
It was a normal day. After they got used to his presence, Lu Qin took the initiative to intensify the attack.
Gao Weimin looked at the textbook he handed over and said, "Hello, teacher, can I ask you a question?"
Thinking about this time of year, he would run away. Gao Weimin recalled that his classmates said that this comrade had to go back to work on the farm.
“Which” didn’t want to care at first, but still softened his heart.
I saw the young man in front of me take out a textbook from his bag and point to a sentence on it.
Comrade Xiao Lu was ready to show off his talent and eagerness to learn. He asked about topics that Gao Weimin had not covered in class.
Gao Weimin paused and first noticed the book, which was wrapped in a book cover, and then he noticed the content.
He picked up the smoothly sharpened pencil on the table. "This sentence is like this: we must both forget and remember. The so-called 'forgetting' means 'getting rid of' the burden of sorrow. That is, we cannot just 'remember' the dead with grief, but we should use other methods: transform grief into strength, and 'remember' the dead with fighting..."
Gao Weimin was in a trance, as if he was back in the past, when there were eager students asking questions and there was no confrontation between students and teachers.
"So that's how it is. Then I understand, teacher." He has a pretty quick understanding ability.
"Lu Qin, you really came here to learn. You don't want to work in the fields anymore."
The guard at the door asked him curiously, not caring whether the teacher inside could hear him. The teacher knew the student's attitude.
Lu Qin pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes flashing with envy again. "Well, I do want to learn. After all, learning never ends. I don't understand a lot of knowledge, but I envy you guys for being able to sit in the classroom and listen to lectures. I also want to be like you and have the opportunity to graduate from high school."
"Ah." The student who asked the question stopped for a moment, and looked up to see the envy in his eyes.
There's nothing we can do about it. They have to go to school every day and attend classes, and only then can they get their graduation certificates.
Of course Lu Qin knew that he couldn't do it now. He was doing it for the sake of the fresh graduate status in two years, but who could blame him for being a junior high school student?
Although there are workers and farmers among the enrollment targets, he has met this condition and can apply for the exam.
But it doesn’t hurt to get one more certificate.
In the office, several older teachers sat together. After what happened in the past few years, most of them had lost the will to fight.
The young man spoke clearly, and they imagined his envious face. When the young man entered the office just now, they all saw his appearance.
Someone sighed, "Students don't like to study, but non-students do."
The students sat there, their minds elsewhere.
In the past two days, Lu Qin's action of leaning on the window has attracted a lot of people's attention. I have never seen anyone so eager to learn.
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