This aura is deadly

Just when Chen Ke was sitting on the stairs scratching his head, a familiar male voice came.

"Classmate Chen Ke? Is there no one at home?"

Chen Ke looked up and saw that the door to the leader's house on the opposite side had opened. A middle-aged man wearing black suit pants, a blue faded shirt, and old-fashioned hair hanging vertically was standing at the door. , greeting myself.

Chen Ke was stunned for a moment. He never thought that he could meet each other here.

"Teacher Zhou...Teacher Zhou..." Chen Ke took a breath, and an indescribable creepy feeling made his head numb. His whole body seemed to have been shocked by electricity, and he froze in place.

Teacher Zhou is Chen Ke’s junior high school teacher and teaches Chinese. He is a tall and gentle man in his 40s. Chen Ke still remembers his back turned to his classmates, holding a book in one hand and holding chalk in the other hand to write on the blackboard. .

"Isn't your mother back when she went out to buy groceries?" Teacher Zhou asked.

"Yeah, my dad hasn't gotten off work yet." Chen Ke replied.

Teacher Zhou actually recognized Chen Ke who looked like Lin Mo. It can be seen that he was just something constructed by this space based on Chen Ke's subconscious.

First of all, Teacher Zhou does not live across from Chen Ke, and what he just asked was a common conversation between Chen Ke and his neighbors when he was in elementary school.

At that time, both parents were very busy. Chen Ke, who was in sixth grade, always ate at the host's house after school. Neighborhood relations in the 1990s were not as indifferent as they are today, and there were many children.

Chen Ke still remembers that every summer vacation, the neighborhood was full of noisy children running wildly. One child was riding a bicycle, followed by three or four others running around, holding toys in their hands. It was both ridiculous and cute. .

"Oh, then you can eat at my house." Teacher Zhou said.

"No need, teacher." Chen Ke said.

"Oh, it's up to you, then I'll go back to the room and correct my homework first." Teacher Zhou said with a smile.

"Okay, Teacher Zhou. Goodbye, Teacher Zhou." Chen Ke nodded and glanced curiously into the room behind Teacher Zhou.

The living room of the house was a little dark, and the dark green light from outside came in through the window, giving people a very unsafe feeling.

But there seemed to be an orange-yellow desk lamp turned on in the back room, and a ray of orange-yellow light came out from the room further inside.

Teacher Zhou turned around to enter the room, but suddenly stopped. He seemed to remember something, turned around and said hello to Chen Ke again.

"By the way, Chen Ke, it's almost the end of the semester, don't you plan to review?" Teacher Zhou asked.

"Oh? Is this the end of the semester...?" Chen Ke chuckled. He didn't know why, even though the other party was obviously fake, Chen Ke was still willing to chat.

"Yes, it's almost the finals. Time is tight. Although the high school entrance examination is not as important as the college entrance examination, if you can get a good score and enter a good high school, the road ahead will be much easier." Teacher Zhou began to lecture.

Exams can indeed change your destiny. If you get into a good high school and then a good university, you will be able to make money for capitalists in a more comfortable position when you are in your 20s.

Although I am just being a dog, I can at least enter a high-end office building for the first time, type on the keyboard with my fingers, and surf the Internet.

If you don't even have a good clerk, then most people may have to do very low-end and tiring manual jobs, such as delivering express delivery, delivering food, standing at the counter and selling food...

"Teacher... I'm pretty good, but the outside world is different from what is taught in school." Chen Ke said with a smile.

"Oh, what's the difference?" Teacher Zhou asked.

"You said in class that when you are a person and do things, you must combine knowledge and action, tell the truth, and pursue your dreams if you have one. In this world, everyone is equal and life is priceless. If you live every day well, you will live up to your life." Chen Kedao.

"Yes, is this wrong?" Teacher Zhou asked.

"After entering society, I feel that sometimes telling lies is more useful than telling the truth. Having a realistic goal is more reliable than having a lofty dream. Not everyone in this world is equal. Everyone's starting point is different from the The end points are different, and life...life has a price...there are too many people and things that I can't live like myself. Sometimes I really feel that I am just a tool for others," Chen Ke said with his hands.

"It's normal for you to have such doubts, Chen Ke." Teacher Zhou said, squatting down.

"You see, the world does not work like what is taught in the classroom. 7.9 billion people have their own ideas. There are gaps and contradictions between people, organizations and organizations, countries and countries, and nations. How can we expect people to What about human equality?" Teacher Zhou added.

"Although it sounds cruel, there are only a few people in this world who can really live as they please. The meaning of most people's lives is just to engage in production and become fuel for the burning world. The seats around the campfire are limited, and there is no room for everyone. "Teacher Zhou started teaching.

"But why can't we make the bonfire a little bigger... so that everyone can sit down." Chen Ke asked.

"Because we don't have much fuel to keep the fire burning, we can only give birth to more people and fill them in." Teacher Zhou said.

"Everyone tells lies just to protect their true thoughts. Most people have to do their best to live. When they are 30 years old, they have to work hard to earn the money they spent at 60 years old. This is the real appearance of the world, Chen Ke, this The civilized world is not for everyone, even if you are just a piece of firewood, you must be grateful," Teacher Zhou said.

"Then why don't you talk about this in class?" Chen Ke asked.

"Because you were still young at that time, how could I let you down in this world?" Teacher Zhou smiled.

"Disappointment is much stronger than despair." Chen Ke shook his head.

"By the way, Chen Ke, do you want to review? You must have forgotten almost all the knowledge points this semester." Teacher Zhou asked.

"Knowledge points? Teacher Zhou, besides composition, reading comprehension and classical Chinese, what else can you teach me?" Chen Ke asked.

Teacher Zhou stood up and motioned for Chen Ke to follow him into the room.

"You originally knew these things, but you were too playful and must have forgotten a lot. I wrote them all down in the paper. Come in and take a look." Teacher Zhou said as he walked.

Chen Ke followed him into the house. The scene outside the window turned out to be the playground of a middle school, but green clouds rolled in the sky, and the entire time and space was distorted by Chen Ke's memory.

Teacher Zhou led Chen Ke into a small room with a desk lamp on. This was a bedroom, but was converted into a study room by Teacher Zhou. Two rows of bookcases were set against the wall, and a pile of winter vacation homework was piled on a small table.

"Is this...the homework for the second grade of junior high school..." Chen Ke secretly thought, that familiar horizontally opened thin booklet was Chen Ke's nightmare back then.

Teacher Zhou did not touch the homework, but opened the small drawer on the table, took out a textbook from it and handed it to Chen Ke.

"Look." Teacher Zhou smiled.

Chen Ke looked at the textbook in his hand. What was written on the cover was not Chinese mathematics and English, but future observation.