MTL - Don’t You Like Me-Chapter 49

After reading the five names, the old principal walked toward the leadership seat. He walked too fast and too fast, so that it looked a little stumbling.

When he walked to the front of the leadership, the current principal was still speaking. In general, there were some routine speeches. Lin Feiran was basically not listening, and he only looked at the old principal.

The old principal squatted hard and let his eyes and the five old alumni behind the leadership seat be flush. Every time he saw a person's face, he would straighten up and sigh for a moment. At this time, the principal’s speech was over. The next step was to speak to the old alumni representative. The grandmother named Li Jingshu took the school and looked at the prepared speech. She took off the reading glasses and put down the speech. It is rare for her to use her age. The gentle and brisk voice said: "The teachers are good, the classmates are good, I am your old alumnus. Seventy years ago, I was studying at this school. At that time, I was sixteen years old, almost as big as your children. ......"

The old headmaster couldn't stop at his half-head. It seemed to be very emotional. He held out a hand and touched Li Jingshu's white hair like a child.

In fact, the old principal seems to be in his 60s. Compared with the Li Jingshu grandmother, it can be said that it is young, so this scene looks somewhat black and humorous, but Lin Feiran can’t smile at all. Looking at the scene on the stage, the eyes are bright.

"I came here today and want to share a past with the children here." Li Jingshu said slowly and unhurriedly, "The founder of this school is an old gentleman named Jiang Duruo, in our During the period when the motherland was invaded, Mr. Jiang insisted that he did not close the school..."

The old principal nodded frequently, and seemed to be turning around and facing thousands of teachers and students. His half of his face reflected the lights on the stage, as if he was crying.

Next, Li Jingshu recalled the past when she was studying here. She said how hard the conditions were at that time and how severe the form was. She said that Mr. Jiang had once received a basket of eggs from the village, and he carefully took one. Divide the eggs into four parts and give them these students...

"In my life, I have never eaten the fragrant eggs of that day!" Li Jingshu said with a smile, the four old alumni next to her have nodded and followed her and laughed. It seems to be very similar, even never laughed. The old principal who had passed through opened the half of his mouth and laughed.

These old people laughed openly, but these young, happy high school students did not understand what was funny.

- How many years old stalks have heard the ears and fed.

There was silence in the auditorium, but Lin Feiran’s class sat close to the stage, so Lin Feiran stunned and immediately took the lead and laughed!

Lin Feiran: "Ha ha ha!"

I laughed so much that I was very real and very supportive!

Gu Kaifeng raised his eyebrows and looked at the wife who was laughing like a flower. In order not to let Lin Feiran laugh at himself, he immediately laughed.

Gu Kaifeng: "Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Still more than two!

Wang Zhuo: "Ha ha ha ha ha trough!"

Laugh at the low husband!

The laughter seemed to be contagious, and the three people laughed. The other people near the stage followed him and the atmosphere was finally overwhelmed.

After that, Li Jingshu talked about the sudden attack of foreign invaders and the need to take away the matter. When Mr. Jiang Lao sacrificed to protect her, Li Jingshu’s voice brought a cry. The old principal stayed in place and did not move.

"Jiang Duruo sacrificed?" The old principal said to himself, bowed his head and looked at his hand, and gently pressed his hand on the table of the leader's seat.

The imaginary arm was completely out of the table.

Just as the first day knew that he had no physical body, the old principal was shocked and the whole body trembled. Then he quickly lifted the hand and grabbed it on his missing half of his head.

"My head..." The old principal muttered to himself, "What about half of the head?"

His hands were unbelievably groping around his neck for a while, and finally he woke up. He stood still, looked down at his body, and looked up at the people around him.

Those who are different from him, living people.

"We have not lived up to Mr. Jiang's expectations..." Li Jingshu talked about the future of the students. Everyone who contributed to the country mentioned her, including herself. "I have been at the National Research Institute. Work to retirement..."

The old principal seemed to have slowed down from the shock of knowing his death. He stood up with his thumb and couldn't stop. When Li Jingshu talked about a classmate, the old principal shouted loudly.

“This school has gone through a lot of talents. I believe that in the future, there will be more and better talents going out from here to contribute to our motherland and society.” Li Jingshu said, standing up in trepidation, "I know that Mr. Jiang Lao has never seen it again, but today I am here to give him a glimpse."

She struggled to bend the air in front of her, and the other four elderly people stood up and stood up together. They bowed to the air in front of them.

They imagined that their beloved Mr. Jiang was in front.

Their beloved Mr. Jiang Lao is indeed ahead.

Some of his uneasily swaying his hands, he couldn’t help but say, "Yes, yes," and wants his old students to get up quickly. He is facing the stage and making thick decisions against the students. The hoarse crying, if not heard in person, Lin Feiran can hardly believe that an old intellectual who is so dignified and self-sufficient will cry so sadly and without restraint.

However, as the old principal's crying sounded, there should be a lot of faint light spots in the emptiness of half a head, like the taillights of fireflies, shallow and faint. The light spots are getting denser and denser. They hover and dance, and gently fall on the wounds that the old gentleman has exposed for 70 years. The light spots are getting more and more, and after reaching a peak, the light suddenly disappears...

The old man’s head was completely restored. He stood tall and his face was clear and dull, and it looked a little scary.

He turned his head and looked down to the stage, tears and tears.