I really don't want to be a teacher

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Through the open door, the yard is reflected.

Under the eaves, where the light in the room reflected, a little boy was sitting on the threshold,

Putting his hands on both sides of the threshold, he raised his head, as if he was looking at the moon in the dark night, which was obscured by clouds and mists again,

"grandfather……"

Seemingly hearing the sound of the old man opening the door, the boy lowered his head again,

Seeing the old man walking into the yard, his eyes were filled with joy, he called the old man, got up from the threshold, and ran towards the old man.

"...Why haven't you slept yet?"

He reached out and hugged the boy running over, lowered his head, and smiled, the old man looked at the boy and asked,

"...I couldn't sleep. Then I found that Grandpa was not in the house, so I wanted to wait for you to come back."

The boy shook his head and said to the old man.

"...Grandpa, go out and take a look..."

The old man put his arm around the boy and responded with a smile, while bringing the two strings of ribs in the other hand to the boy,

"...Look what this is?"

"barbecue!"

Standing on tiptoe, the boy looked at the two skewers of grilled ribs that the old man was holding in his hand, his eyes shone with brilliance, and he responded in surprise.

"...Here. Just in time, grandpa bought you a barbecue for your supper, eat it quickly."

Smiling, he reached out and stroked the boy's hair. The old man handed the roast ribs he bought for the boy to the boy, and then led the boy to move his feet and walked into the house.

"...Well! Thank you, Grandpa."

The boy took the barbecue, a little joyful, untied the bag containing two skewers of grilled ribs, and followed the old man into the house.

"...Okay, let's eat here. After eating, you have to get up early tomorrow morning."

Taking the boy with him, the old man stopped by the threshold.

The old man sat down slowly on the threshold, raised his head, and looked at the night in the distance.

The little boy followed the old man and sat next to the old man,

The old and the young sit next to each other on the threshold under the eaves,

One looked at the distance outside the house and was a little absent-minded, while the other was lowering his head, untiing the barbecue bag in his hand,

"...Why, can't you solve it?"

"...Untied!"

The old man paused for a moment, then turned around, looked at the boy, with a smile on his face, smiled, and said gently, that he wanted to help.

The boy untied the bag containing the grilled ribs and said happily.

Looking at the happy boy, the old man paused again, with a gentle smile on his face,

"...Grandpa, you eat."

The boy took out the grilled ribs from the untied plastic bag first, and handed it to the old man.

"...You can eat. Grandpa has already eaten outside. He is still full right now."

The old man smiled and said to the boy.

"...Grandpa, take a bite."

The boy was still passing the skewers, looked up at the old man,

"...Okay, grandpa, take a bite."

The old man lowered his head, reached out to support the boy and handed over the skewer of grilled ribs, and ate it.

"...Okay, you can eat the rest...Grandpa is so old, he is tired of eating these things."

The old man smiled and said to the boy, then stretched out his hand, stroked the boy's hair, then withdrew his hand,

"……Um!"

The boy nodded emphatically, took the grilled pork ribs that the old man had eaten, and began to eat with some joy.

The old man smiled, looked at the boy, then turned his head, looking outside the eaves at the dark night.

On the threshold, the old and the young sitting on the threshold calm down a little more,

One was happily eating ribs, and the other was a little lost looking at the night.

It's just that the boy was eating the ribs, his movements gradually slowed down, and gradually stopped, the joy on his face faded a bit,

"grandfather……"

Putting down the ribs in his hand, the boy raised his head again and looked at the old man.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

The old man turned his head again, looked at the boy, smiled gently, and replied again,

"...Grandpa, can you not send me away tomorrow?"

The boy raised his head, looking at the old man with hope and fear in his eyes,

The old man looked at the boy without saying a word,

Turning his gaze, he looked at the three ghost messengers standing by the yard,

He could already see the shadow of the ghost.

Seemingly to show respect, the three ghost messengers saw the old man turn their eyes, nodded to the old man, and then retreated a little, out of the sight of the old man, retreated outside the courtyard gate, and waited quietly.

"...I will be very good, I can still work, I can help you grow vegetables...Grandpa, can you not send me away, I want to stay with you..."

The boy gradually lowered his head and spoke in a lower voice.

After listening to the boy's words, the old man turned his head slowly, looked at the boy, and paused again.

"...Grandpa, you are getting old..."

The old man said something to the boy again, stroked the boy's hair, but didn't continue talking.

The boy raised his head again, with some tears in his eyes, but he tried his best not to shed them.

"... Tomorrow, it will be your sister who will pick you up. That sister also grew up with her grandfather... After you go with that sister, remember to listen to that sister... If, ah, someone bullies you , come back and tell grandpa, grandpa taught them..."

The old man stroked the boy's hair, then laughed and said,

"……Um!"

Listening to the old man's words, the boy didn't mention the matter of not leaving, but held back the tears in his eyes and nodded heavily.

"...Grandpa, I packed up all your clothes for you and put them next to your bed. When that sister picks you up tomorrow, you also take them with you... It's still cold these two days, don't forget I have to wear two more clothes..."

The old man smiled at the boy, exhorted him aloud, followed closely, and paused again,

Stretching out his hand to grope, he turned out the pocket sewn inside the trousers, took out all the money inside,

"...Take this. This is what grandpa gave you... Just keep it in your pocket. If you need it anytime, take it out and use it..."

The old man didn't leave any money and gave it all to the boy.

"……Um!"

The boy nodded his head heavily, and the tears that were suppressed in his eyes grew more and more. He took the money and put it in his pocket.

"...Okay, let's eat quickly."

The old man laughed and replied again,

"...Well...Grandpa, when I grow up...I will take care of you, help you grow vegetables, help you cook...and earn a lot of money, buy you a lot of barbecue..."

The boy's eyes were red, and he said aloud again,

"...Okay...Okay...Grandpa is waiting, waiting..."

Smiling, the old man stroked the boy's hair again, and replied,

But in the end, the old man was still afraid that the boy would miss him too much, so he added,

"...You, don't miss grandpa too much... Live yourself well, grow up well, well, be safe, grandpa will be happy, remember..."

Chapter 892 Loess Hills

"……quack……"

An old long-distance bus is staggering over the road with some potholes and cracks.

Pick up the dust accumulated on the ground, add some traces on the ground that already had traces of vehicles passing by, and drive forward.

In the car, the blackout curtains by the windows are mostly closed, and most of the passengers sitting in the seats are either dozing off or fiddling with their mobile phones.

Only a few people spoke in low voices.

Some chickens, ducks and poultry that were packed in the back basket and poked some holes in the bag, still screaming from time to time,

It just seems that because this train has been driving for a long time, the sound of the poultry is also lower.

Carry some passengers with chickens and ducks in woven bags, or put the backs on the aisle, and pull the backs to the side with your hands, leaving some gaps in the aisle, or put the bags under your feet, shrunk,

It's just that the hand holding the back basket is only on the back basket, and the head is lowered, dozing off, and the head nods down from time to time.

in the car,

The sound of vehicles running over the road, the whispers of a few people, and the crowing of chickens and ducks from time to time, mixed together,

But it became more and more quiet.

……

Sitting on the front side of the carriage, near the window,

Listening to some voices ringing in his ears, Lian Ge turned his gaze,

He didn't open the blackout curtains that had been drawn by the window, but looked out of the car window through the gap between the curtains.

A few days ago,

After finding a place to rest in that city for one night, one person and one mouse passed through the city again,

Choose a direction at will and move forward.

Through towns, through mountains,

Or stay overnight in the land temple of the mountain god, or in the village, or in the open in the mountains,

Along the way, some mountains are becoming barren, with more yellow sand and fewer forests.

now,

out the window,

Outside the road on which the old bus was driving, there were rolling hills.

On the hills, there is no vegetation and greenery, only the loess rocks that have been eroded by the wind.

The whistling wind rolled over the rolling hills covered with loess, passing through the gullies that seemed to split the ground,

From time to time, some larger loess rocks will fall towards the gully, bringing up some dust,

The falling loess rocks splashed some dust at the bottom of the gully, and after the dust was blown away by the whistling wind,

Ravines, hills, nothing seems to change,

The loess hills are still crouching on the ground, stretching to the end of the sky along with the gullies that split the ground.

From the distance at the end of the day to the near, there are still loess rocks that have been eroded by wind.

There are only gusts of wind blowing, wrapped in some dust, whistling.

Looking at the passing scene outside the car window, Lian Ge paused, and then turned his gaze back.

……

"……call……"