Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit
Chapter 2 His Memory
He has always felt that studying English as a teacher major is the wisest choice in his life, bar none.
First of all, when the brothers in the science and engineering majors were falling in love with each other and killing each other, he could watch movies while soaking his feet; secondly, the homework assignments in the English Normal School were so easy to make to an outrageous level, including word check-ins, English-Chinese translations, and reading notes.
For him, everything was a piece of cake. The only thing he needed to dig into was teaching methods; finally, this major often involves dealing with foreign teachers - for example, the foreign teacher in his class is a blonde beauty from San Francisco, intellectual, cheerful, and in good shape.
.
Although I feel a little embarrassed to say it like this, what's wrong with loving beauty? For him, liking beautiful people is the same as liking beautiful flowers. Just looking at them from a distance makes him feel relaxed and happy.
"Oh yeah! Tuesday! Foreign teacher class! Miss Linda, here I come!"
With a joyful mood, he pedaled the bicycle as fast as flying all the way to the front of the teaching building. Even the "Little Widow Visits the Grave" played in the headphones became joyful. There was a smell of rain and dew in the morning air, and the tall man
The foreign man walked past a bush of green lilacs and smiled at him.
"excuse me." The man asked in English with a bit of elasticity: "could you tell me where is the multimedia classroom?"
Multimedia classroom...is it a foreign teacher? He was stunned for a moment, and then kindly guided the other person - he was going in that direction anyway.
The lingering sound of "The Little Widow Goes to the Grave" played in the headphones, and the prelude of "A-Zhen Falls in Love with A-Qiang" sounded.
The man is a new foreign teacher, a typical Russian with light hair, white skin, and a height of nearly two meters. His name is Alexander (Александр), but because Chinese students are generally not good at Russian, they call him Alexander, but because Alexander is too tall
If he is old, call him Alex.
There is a lake with winter jasmine in front of the library. When spring begins, the green branches are covered with golden. He especially likes to go to the lake to study. He can't go back seven days a week, and five days out of seven, he can meet Alex holding his hand.
A book stood on the railing by the lake. Alex saw him coming from a distance and smiled lightly. After going back and forth, they became familiar with each other. They would walk together, eat together, and talk about educational issues together. He told Alex
The name and flowering period of every tree on both sides of the road, Alex told him how to cook an authentic pot of Russian cabbage soup, he would complain a little angrily that the current examination system overemphasizes the screening and selection function, and Alex would
It is said that quality education cannot be achieved overnight. Although exam-oriented education is stressful, in the end the college entrance examination is fair enough - fair enough for most people.
They talked about vegetation, flowers and birds, astronomy and geography, a certain dish with a strange taste, a certain student who recited Russian texts heartbreakingly, and also talked about their own motherland.
He said that the yellow jujube tree is fragrant every summer, and people pick the flower buds and pin them in front of their lapels, so that their clothes can stay fragrant all night; next to the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain is an ancient city with a pleasant climate, and the gurgling water is the veins of the ancient city; after passing by
After the dizzying winding mountain road, you will see Namtso Lake, which is as blue as the sky. Devout Buddhists will hold prayer wheels and walk around the lake with three steps, one bow, five steps and one knock; in the cleanest water, people will grow
There is a plant called "watery poplar", which can be eaten cold or stir-fried; the most common choice for Chinese people to have dinner parties is hot pot, because hot pot meets most people's needs for most ingredients.
Alex said that every time there is a drought, the roots of the thorn sapodilla will curl up and roll around like brown dandelions, blocking the roads; St. Barsi's Cathedral looks like a candy house in a fairy tale from a distance, and every child is noisy.
Go and take a look; soldiers march with sonorous steps in Red Square to commemorate the victory of defending the country; red squirrels will knock on the windows to ask for biscuits; polar bears will occasionally run into the city because of global warming; and in
In the coldest winter, relatives and friends nearby will take turns cooking. Today you make a big pot of broth, and tomorrow I will bake a lot of eels, add a lot of pepper, onions, basil, butter, bread crumbs... It’s so fragrant.
People drool.
At the end of the day, Alex opened a bottle of vodka, poured himself a glass, and poured a shallow cup for the boy next to him.
"Hey, this isn't fair."
"You are still a child."
"I'm an adult!"
"It's not twenty yet."
The boy said angrily that he was only three months away from turning twenty. Alex just calmly motioned for him to taste it first, and then laughed heartily when the boy was choked so much that his face turned red and his neck was thick.
There were a few tears, and the golden beard was shaking. When the boy stopped coughing, he returned to his usual calm posture. The sun shone through the broad leaves of the yellow oak tree on the man's angular face. The Chinese boy felt that he was lonely for no reason.
, couldn’t help but ask: “Are you homesick?”
"A little."
"It doesn't matter, this semester will be over soon, and you can go home in half a month."
Alex put the empty wine glass on the viewing platform and said after a while: "My friend, have you forgotten something?"
"Um?"
"We told each other what our hometown looked like, the scenery we had seen, and the things we cared about, but we didn't exchange names." Alex's light eyes were dyed gold by the sunlight, "I introduced my name, but you didn't introduce yours.
-That's weird, isn't it?"
The shadows of the trees shook violently, and the small cave sky surrounded by yellow jujube trees swayed slightly. Something that had been dormant for a long time had taken deep roots and was waiting to break out of the ground at this moment!
Alex asked in a persuasive tone: "Tell me, my friend... what is your name?"
He moved his lips and hesitantly spit out two syllables. At that moment, many things flashed through his mind, including the green campus card, the solemn admission notice, the red-covered student ID card... there were two words on them.
Regular square characters.
"meng...bai...?"
"Meng Bai!"
"Remember, my name is——"
Alex showed an encouraging smile to him. The bright sunshine, tall yellow oak trees, white stone observation deck, and the vibrant campus faded quickly. Alex stood in the dazzling white light and hummed "Katyusha". At the last
When the notes fell to the ground, the grand and glorious old dream also came to an end.
The light of heaven sincerely embraces the human child and brings him back to this world.
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