I have been suppressing my anger for a long time and have wanted to talk to her for a long time!
Teacher Li said that she didn't know where her uncle was in the past few years, and she didn't intend to ask more about her family affairs.
Because she always remembered the girl who sold fried dough sticks and mahua, and even though she might not have earned any money yet, she still knew to secretly give two to her, the teacher!
She talked about how hard she studied in the past, how she dressed at that time, and how she always sat in the first two rows in class, so close to the teacher, but seemed unable to hear clearly, and how she forced herself to memorize and study hard over and over again.
Teacher Li talked a lot, comparing the past and present, and finally it all boiled down to one theme: he hoped she would strive to be a good student. Every year's performance was linked to her graduation internship assignment, so she could learn from it...
Bi Yue stood at the end of the corridor of the teachers' building, her face turning blue and red, and she was extremely embarrassed.
She first stood in front of the window in the corridor, thinking to herself:
This is university! She's not an elementary school student! Who is Secretary Zhang? My uncle is really going to such lengths. Why is he asking all the teachers to pay attention to her? Also, the way Teacher Li just insulted her was like insulting an elementary school student. It was almost like he was going to fight and call the parents a few days ago!
Why is this era so strange?! How could university teachers in later generations be like this?! I'm so drunk!
As she recalled Teacher Li's lectures, minutes and seconds passed, and Bi Yue calmed down. She began to reflect on herself while looking out the window.
She admitted that her attitude towards studying was not right because her goal was not some damn assignment and she did not take it seriously, but she really changed.
Having once worked in society, she no longer attaches so much importance to the word "teachers" from her student days, nor is she afraid of them or takes them seriously. Giving the fried dough sticks to the teacher was simply an expression of gratitude.
She didn't study hard and was "blinded by greed". She believed that time should not be wasted on the most "useless" studies. The path she set for herself was to muddle through her college years, moving faster and faster to become a nouveau riche.
But... her thinking was actually not integrated with the college students of the 1980s. She sat in the last row in class and mixed up the class. She embarrassed the original owner.
Bi Yue had an indescribable feeling. At this moment, her face turned red because of a problem that she had never thought about seriously before.
Just when Bi Yue was considering whether she could no longer just muddle through and whether she should make some progress, and whether she should strive to be the best even if it was useless and that it was not shameful to be an active and outstanding member, the squad leader He Zhuoer patted her on the shoulder.
Bi Yue turned around suddenly: "What are you doing? You scared me!"
He Zhuoer was also shocked by Bi Yue.
Alas, Bi Yue has changed! Her attitude towards him has become increasingly unfriendly. He is now less interested in Bi Yue. Although she has become more beautiful, she is not the person he wants.
He Zhuoer had once thought that they could study hard together, look after each other's lives, understand each other's hardships, and write and recite poetry together, reflect on life, and participate in school activities together through the years of spring, summer, autumn, winter, and spring...
Unfortunately, she is not the girl I imagined.
He Zhuoer pushed his frameless glasses and spoke in a normal tone, lacking the enthusiasm and shyness he had when he invited Bi Yue to the dance event. Instead, he spoke in a businesslike, routine manner.
"Later, our class and the class next door are going to the military hospital to visit battlefield heroes. Do you want to join us? Our class teacher specifically asked you to go."
He Zhuoer had no idea why the class teacher had specifically asked him, the monitor, about this, and he didn't bother asking. He wasn't interested, and he really didn't like the feeling that Bi Yue had become a different person.
Bi Yue, who was thinking about being an activist and studying hard, gave He Zhuoer an unexpected answer after hearing this:
"I'll go! When do we leave? Let's go now?"
…
Wang Daniu, the "accident driver" from a while ago, stood in Chu Yifeng's ward with a mouthful of white teeth, leaning on a crutch, and was negotiating with someone in a "coquettish" tone.
"Captain, aren't you happy to see me? I'm still alive! All the brothers in our battalion miss you, don't you miss everyone else? Go and have a look! There are college students from various universities coming to visit and give flowers these next two days. Go and see the excitement, and let's all have fun together!"
Chu Yifeng sat in a wheelchair, pursed his lips, frowned, and looked at Wang Daniu hesitating.
One was standing with crutches, the other was sitting there...
Chu Yifeng did not go to the battlefield, but his right leg, which was wrapped like a dumpling, looked much worse than Wang Daniu's who had just returned from the battlefield.
The first thing he did was scold: "Where am I going?"
Wang Daniu was completely disappointed by Chu Yifeng's words.
He thought of the stupid thing he had done, his face flushed, and the 18-year-old soldier's mood suddenly became depressed:
"We thought we could have some fun together. A lot of people...can't stand up, so I wanted you to go and cheer them up."
After saying that, Wang Daniu limped to the bedside with the help of crutches, felt his pocket, glanced at Chu Yifeng who was silently looking out the window, and placed the two letters on the bedside table.
The atmosphere in the ward seemed a little depressing for a moment.
"It was originally going to be destroyed, but after I left the battlefield, I managed to get it back through coaxing and persuading. Battalion Commander..." Wang Daniu lowered his head:
"I know I've let you down. Well, I think the only way I can make up for my mistake is to win the battle, come back and let you see me, and stop worrying about me. Only then can you be happy."
…
Wang Daniu left for a while, and Chu Yifeng slid his wheelchair to the bedside table. He picked up the two letters from his hands and remained silent for a long time.
It was not until his brother-in-law Wang Jianan came in with a rice bowl that he said, "Brother-in-law, push me downstairs." He wanted to go and see his soldiers.
Bi Yue, a student representative from Beijing Normal University, was standing in the ten-person ward for ordinary soldiers, holding a large red flower on a red silk ribbon. She was smiling broadly. Just as she was about to speak, an officer with his head wrapped like a dumpling, so thick he couldn't be identified, called out to her from the bed in the far corner.
"Bi Yue?"
Huh? Who's that?
——————————————————Author's message: It's hard to put it into words. I was too busy to finish. Sorry, ladies. I hope you will forgive me. (To be continued.)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
