Haiyan Heqing Four O’clock Days

  Chapter 3 Mengqi Huaxia Four Hours (1)

   "Okay classmates, pack your school bags, we are over!"

The teacher put away the book on the podium, hugged it on his left arm, and while walking outside the door, he waved his hands to say goodbye to the students, "Come on, the squad leader leads the students in a line at the door, holding hands one by one. Follow the teacher out of the school gate!"

  The squad leader was already ready. Hearing what the teacher said, he quickly stood up, walked out of the door, and shouted in the loudest voice, "Standing in line!"

  Meng Jiuzhou put the pencil in the pencil case like the classmates, and put the book and the pencil case into the school bag together, closed the zipper, and carried the school bag on his shoulder.

  The classmates walked out of the classroom in an orderly manner. The teacher walked at the end, closing the windows and lights in the classroom, and the childish voice of the monitor came from his ears.

   "Take a rest, stand at attention."

   "Half arm distance to look forward!"

  Wait until the teacher closed the classroom door and then turned around. The little students had stood in a neat row, holding hands, looking at the teacher.

  The teacher motioned to the class leader to take the students forward, and he followed the team to protect the safety of the students.

  While walking, the teacher emphasized the safety issue to the students, and reiterated today’s homework, “When you go home after school, you must see the parents at the door before leaving. If the parents don’t come, come back and find the teacher!”

  "Have you remembered your homework clearly? Today's Protestant "Twenty-Four Solar Terms Song" should be memorized silently. Parents sign it, and the teacher will check it tomorrow!"

  I was at the gate of the school when I was talking. The teacher watched every pupil being picked up by their parents and was ready to return to the office with confidence, but saw Meng Jiuzhou standing alone at the gate of the school.

   Feeling the teacher's gaze, Meng Jiuzhou walked over in a loss. The straps of Meng Jiuzhou's schoolbag with his small head slid from his shoulders to his arms, his mouth pouted slightly, and his eyes were a little dim.

   Seeing that the schoolbag was about to fall, Meng Jiuzhou casually lifted the strap of the schoolbag, eyes drooping, looking at the toes, and slowly walking towards the teacher.

   "Kyushu, what's wrong? Didn't your parents come to pick you up?" The teacher looked at Kyushu, feeling distressed.

  Meng Kyushu’s mother is a teacher, and usually picks Kyushu home after get off work on weekdays. Kyushu’s father is a policeman and can’t stay with Kyushu mother and daughter for long in a year. It’s hard to come and pick Kyushu in person once or twice a year.

  Meng Kyushu is a lovely child. It has been three years since elementary school. The teacher has never heard of Kyushu’s conflicts with his parents because of these things. The teacher can’t help but feel anxious today.

Suddenly remembering that I wished Meng Jiuzhou a happy birthday with my classmates this morning, the teacher guessed the reason for Kyushu’s performance today, and was afraid that it would make Kyushu sad and sad, so he asked softly, "Kyushu, do you need it? Teacher give your parents a call?"

   Kyushu’s eyes turned red with a "swish", and the eyes were shining and filled with tears.

   "No...no, thank you teacher." Meng Jiuzhou was very upbeat, even if the tears rolled in his eyes for a long time, Meng Jiuzhou still did not let the tears fall.

  Winter night is not as early as usual. If it is five or six o'clock, the moon and Polaris will take over the work of the sun, and the sky will turn into a brilliant blue-purple.

  Together with the fiery red sunset and the clouds inlaid with gold rim, it is a winter dusk that is nostalgic, but Meng Jiuzhou, who has not waited for his mother to pick him up, feels sour in his heart, and the beautiful scenery has lost its color.

  (End of this chapter)