Distant View No. 31

  On a gradually warming May afternoon, the young female teacher spoke in a slow and gentle tone with a thick Southern accent to a classroom of drowsy students:

  "You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery"

  People on the floor above are watching you sightsee.

  The bright moon decorates your window

  "You decorated someone else's dream"

  Tong Xiaomi lay weakly on the table, frowning and staring at the upright textbook, what on earth was this poem trying to say?

  "The four 'you's in this poem, are they referring to the same person or different people?" The language teacher asked quietly.

  The answer to this question should generally probably be the latter option... Xiaomi guessed the answer based on the teacher's tone, but she wasn't sure either. This teacher's mind had never been guessed correctly by her before. However, the mental activities of her classmates were probably similar to Tong Xiaoming's, because no one dared to answer the teacher's question.

  "Xiaoyi, you tell us." The teacher smiled and nodded at Xiaoyi.

  Ni Qiao looked at the teacher with disapproval. Tsk, the lonely female teacher has started finding comfort in the handsome guy again. Whether it's reading texts, answering questions, or assigning homework, as long as there's something to do, she always finds the male students. And Xia Yi seems to be one of her favorites.

  "It refers to the same person." Xia Yi lazily pulled herself up from her seat and smiled in response.

  "Oh? Then tell me, why is it that when you stand on the bridge to admire the view, 'you' will have a bright moon to adorn your 'window'"? The female teacher smiled with three parts charm and seven parts tenderness.

  Yes, yes! Tong Xiaomi supported her head with her hands, staring at the textbook, constantly nodding in the front row.

  Xia Yi glanced at the shaking head and her eyes curved into a smile. Did Tong Xiaomi, this muddle-headed fool, not know that there was such a thing as a "Teaching Guide"?

  "Because the first two sentences were written in daytime, and the last two sentences were written at night. In the daytime, the protagonist of the poem is on the bridge admiring the view, but by nightfall, he has returned to his room, so there will be a bright moon decorating the window." Xiaoyi replied calmly.

  "Answered very well, please sit down." The teacher nodded in satisfaction and smiled, then continued to elaborate, "In the first two sentences, the protagonist is admiring the scenery on the bridge. Everyone can imagine a small bridge, flowing water, and willows swaying in the wind... but what they don't know is that the protagonist, who is intoxicated by the scenery, has also become a part of someone else's scenery..."

  Tong Xiaomi nodded silently and muttered "oh" as she took notes on the teacher's key points. Suddenly, she glanced at Tong Hua's notebook and saw that it was spotlessly clean, which she found strange. Wasn't Tong Hua usually very diligent about taking notes? She could almost write down every word the teacher said, and whenever Xiaomi borrowed her notes, she had to search for a long time through the dense text on the book or notebook to find what she was looking for. How come this time, Tong Hua hadn't written a single word, and looked so expressionless?

  The cartoon in my heart secretly despised the language teacher. This teacher can really avoid the heavy and emphasize the light. He explained four "you"s, explaining when to write daytime and when to write nighttime, but the emotions in this poem were not explained at all. The intentional falling flowers of the people upstairs, the ruthless flowing water of the people on the bridge, as well as that elegant, gentle, hazy, and fleeting atmosphere, none of these were taught. Is it just memorizing the lesson plan and cheating students? It's really too lazy to even remember a single word.

  The three long language classes passed in the teacher's questions, students' answers and reciting texts. Those who were drowsy during class became refreshed after school.

  The fourth lesson of math tutoring, explaining exercise books.

  The head teacher, known as Yan Lao Da, was a man who liked to emphasize efficiency and didn't particularly enjoy having students stand up to answer questions. Even if he asked a question, as long as the students chattered away and responded in a disorderly manner while seated, he would be satisfied. The usual pattern was:

  Yan Lao Da: What's the answer to this question?

  Students: XX (background noise XXX)

  Teacher Yan: The students who got XXX wrong used the XX formula incorrectly. What we need to pay attention to in this question is... (n-word explanation)

  Yan Lao Da just got the answers to 4 big analysis questions right, and now he's writing out the endless solution on the blackboard. Anyway, it's definitely not going to be his turn to answer questions again. Tong Xiao Mi is leisurely looking at the blackboard to check the steps of the problem, and from time to time doing some extra exercises that the teacher hasn't assigned yet. Because she's too relaxed, she starts humming a tune without realizing it. Tong Hua isn't in the mood and gives her a little nudge with his elbow, otherwise she would have definitely sung loud enough for the teacher to hear.

  After dinner, Xiaomi and Meixue sat on the edge of the playground track to watch Hanqi train. In mid-June, Hanqi will represent No. 1 Middle School in the Municipal Middle School Games, and after the midterm exam, he began training every evening.

  His lean figure on the track looked full of strength, and Han Qi, wearing a sports vest and shorts, was like a blue gust of wind sweeping past the girls' eyes.

  "It's really so cool!!" Mei Xuehua excitedly shook Xiao Mi's sleeve in a daze.

  "Hehe, he's quite handsome." Xiao Mi also followed suit and became infatuated.

  "He was handsome when he played basketball before, but now I think he's even more handsome when running!" Mei Xuehong blushed and her eyes followed Han Qi's figure.

  "I've never seen him play basketball before." Xiao Mi said with some surprise.

  "Hehe, now he doesn't play much anymore. Occasionally very early in the morning, I would see him shooting hoops on the basketball court." Mei Xue smiled gently.

  "Oh." Xiaomi didn't take it to heart. Whether Han Qi played basketball or ran sprints, it wasn't important, as long as he liked it.

  "Xiaomi, I'm so envious of you." Mei Xue said, holding onto Xiaomi's arm, "I also wish I had such a handsome boyfriend."

  "Hmm..." Xiao Mi was at a loss for words, she also "happened" to have such a handsome boyfriend. "Xiao Xue, do you have someone you like?" she asked directly.

  "Hehe, yes." Mei Xue said with a slightly embarrassed smile.

  "Who?" Xiaomi raised an eyebrow and asked.

  Mei Xue's smile glanced at Xiao Mi, and her gaze turned to the distance.

  Xiaomi followed her line of sight and saw Han Qi doing long jump practice in the distant sand pit under the guidance of the physical education teacher.

  Plum Snow leaned against millet and laughed loudly, "He is in a very distant place."

  Silently, Xiao Mi stopped asking and quietly leaned against Mei Xue.

  In the classroom, Xiaoyi sat in the last row of seats by the back door. The back door was open, and a gentle warm breeze blew into the classroom. He tilted his chair back, leaned against the wall behind him, and quietly watched the figures on the playground. Watching that small figure accompany the once lonely and stubborn wild beast.

  The warm wind made him feel warm in his heart too.

  The child was writing and drawing on the blackboard on the back wall, publishing the first issue of the blackboard newspaper after the mid-term exam. She copied some small articles about learning skills and experiences. She saw Xiaoyi gazing at the playground for a long time. She knew who was on the playground. Silently, she wrote down a few lines from "The Peach Blossom Garden" in "Dream of the Red Chamber" on one corner of the blackboard:

  Outside the curtain, peach blossoms; inside the curtain, a beauty. The person and the peach blossoms are not far apart.

  The east wind has a mind to lift the curtain, flowers want to peep at people, but the curtain does not roll up.

  The peach blossoms outside the window are still in bloom, but the person inside is thinner than the peach blossoms.

  The flower is sad for the poor man, and the flower is also worried; the spring breeze conveys messages through the window screen.

  The dusk gradually lengthened the shadows of people on the playground, and the boy's shadow fell on the girl. In the corridor, a lonely and beautiful figure had pearly white teeth biting tightly into luscious red lips.

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