When they arrived at Professor Zheng's house, Xiao Ma took the key and opened the door. The moment the door opened, the two of them saw Professor Zheng sitting there in a daze. When they heard the sound of the door opening, she stood up from the sofa alertly like a bullet.
, look at them.
Sheng Chuncheng walked over, smiled and said to Professor Zheng: "Teacher Zheng, I'm sorry, my place has been very busy recently, and I haven't been to your place for a long time."
Professor Zheng's mouth opened and closed to say: "I was also very busy and didn't call you."
Yes, I was busy applying for a new passport. After the passport was issued, it was inconvenient to go to the Shanghai Consulate, so I went to the Beijing Embassy to apply for a visa. When I came back, I still had to clean and pack things, and there were some dinners I couldn’t postpone, and friends I couldn’t miss.
To meet, even though Xiao Ma was accompanying him throughout the whole process, Professor Zheng himself was very busy.
Sheng Chuncheng looked around. There were seven or eight boxes that had been packed. Professor Zheng only had one suitcase with him. Others needed to be mailed, most of which were books.
Xiao Ma is responsible for handling the remaining items here. It is said to be handled, but in fact it is basically a gift. This kind of old furniture is not valuable nowadays. Professor Zheng repeatedly told Xiao Ma that after everything is taken care of, he will hire two hourly workers to take care of it.
This house should be cleaned and returned to the school. Even if you leave, you should always leave feeling refreshed.
Xiao Ma agreed and said, "Don't worry, Teacher Zheng. I won't hire a part-time worker. I will spend a few days cleaning it myself. It's not urgent anyway."
The school has no intention of taking back the house. They have always felt that Professor Zheng only went to the United States to visit relatives and would come back. They did not know that she had already decided to go and would never come back. Professor Zheng and Xiao Ma said
, since you can’t speak and are just like a walking zombie, it doesn’t matter where you are, so don’t worry about it.
Beside the coffee table, there were two non-woven bags filled with books. Xiao Ma and Sheng Chuncheng said:
"Teacher Zheng picked this out specifically for you."
After hearing this, Sheng Chuncheng quickly said to Professor Zheng: "Thank you, Teacher Zheng!"
He already wanted to hold it back, but he still couldn't hold it back. His eyes turned red. Professor Zheng looked at Sheng Chuncheng and cursed in her hoarse and harsh voice:
"It's worthless!"
Sheng Chuncheng nodded: "Yes, yes, I don't want to have any future."
Professor Zheng wanted to say something, but he hesitated.
Sheng Chuncheng said: "Old lady, let me massage you."
Professor Zheng nodded and sat down on the sofa. Sheng Chuncheng walked behind the sofa and was about to give Teacher Zheng a massage when the doorbell rang. Xiao Ma walked over and opened the door. A couple who came in were also teachers from their school.
I know Teacher Zheng is leaving tomorrow, so I came to see her.
Next, Sheng Chuncheng couldn't give Professor Zheng a massage at all. There were almost no massages in the family. Before this group left, the next group arrived. They were all classmates and teachers from the school, as well as some of Professor Zheng's.
friend.
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After several female students arrived, they hugged Teacher Zheng and cried loudly, making the atmosphere here very depressing.
There were so many people that there were not even enough cups. Xiao Ma and Sheng Chuncheng naturally divided their duties. When guests arrived, Xiao Ma was responsible for making tea and pouring water, replacing Teacher Zheng's real body, and chatting politely with the guests. Anyway,
She knew most of them, and everyone knew that Professor Zheng could not speak, so she could only speak on her behalf.
Professor Zheng was right next to him, nodding, smiling or shaking his head.
When a guest left, Sheng Chuncheng immediately took the cup and went to the kitchen sink to wash the cup so that it could be used by the new guest. In addition to washing the cups, Sheng Chuncheng began to wash the evening dishes.
The doorbell rang, and Xiao Ma was still there talking. Sheng Chuncheng walked over and opened the door. When the door opened, everyone inside and outside the door was surprised. The person who came was actually Wan Jiangang. He didn't come by himself, but
Come with his mother.
"Why are you here?" Wan Jiangang asked.
"I'm here to give Teacher Zheng a massage." Sheng Chuncheng said, and Wan Jiangang nodded, understanding.
Wan Jiangang and Sheng Chuncheng said: "Knowing that Teacher Zheng is leaving, my mother must come over."
Sheng Chuncheng nodded and understood.
Sheng Chuncheng led Wan Jiangang and his mother in. Professor Zheng was talking to someone. When he saw them, he stood up and walked around the coffee table to greet them. The two old ladies hugged each other and cried loudly.
Moving.
Decades ago, when they were still in their prime, the two of them worked night shifts together, squeezed into each other on a small bed, shared an enamel pot, and ate mustard for their porridge. Now, the two of them are about to separate, although they are both here
When we were in Hangzhou, the two of us could not see each other even once a year, but that was different. We still felt close in our hearts, and we could see each other just by raising our feet.
Next, if we are separated by the Pacific Ocean, it will be really difficult to see each other again, and we will not be able to cross it even if we lift our feet. The distance in space brings about the emptiness in people's hearts, and time has already urged them to grow old.
, they all know that their days in this world have begun to count down. When the two of them hug each other again, the feeling of life and death arises spontaneously.
The eyes of everyone else present also turned red.
After the two old ladies sat down and the other guests had all left, Wan Jiangang asked Professor Zheng:
"Teacher Zheng, how are you leaving tomorrow? I'll see you off."
Professor Zheng quickly waved his hand, and Xiao Ma said:
"No, it's all arranged. It's very inconvenient to go to Shanghai now. Teacher Zheng has to fly to Beijing. Tomorrow, several leaders from the school and the courtyard will go to the East Station to see Teacher Zheng off. When we get to Beijing, there are senior students there.
I will be picked up by the senior students at the station, and they will arrange for Teacher Zheng to stay in Beijing for one night and send her to the airport tomorrow."
Wan Jiangang just understood that if schools and colleges wanted to send gifts, they were of an official nature and he had to get involved. If it was not suitable, he would no longer force himself.
Originally, Sheng Chuncheng wanted to say that he would give it to Teacher Zheng tomorrow, but after hearing what Xiao Ma said, he knew that he should not speak.
Professor Zheng asked Wan Jiangang and the others to stay here for dinner, and the old lady immediately agreed. Wan Jiangang looked at Xiao Ma and Sheng Chuncheng and asked, "Who will cook?"
Sheng Chuncheng said to me.
Wan Jiangang stood up and said, "Let's go and do it together."
Sheng Chuncheng was surprised and asked: "Can you cook?"
"I can cook Western food." Wan Jiangang said with a smile, "Let's have a combination of Chinese and Western food today."
Sheng Chuncheng said yes.
The two of them walked to the kitchen. After a while, Xiao Ma also came over. Wan Jiangang asked:
"Why don't you talk to them?"
Xiao Ma said: "What they talked about happened thirty or forty years ago. At that time, I was not yet mature. How could I talk to them?"
Sheng Chuncheng and Wan Jiangang laughed.
A table of Chinese and Western dishes was prepared, and the table was full. Five people sat down around the table. Everyone wanted to drink some wine today. They raised their glasses, clinked them first, and then took a sip.
Everyone was talking and laughing, deliberately avoiding mentioning Teacher Zheng’s trip to the United States. Halfway through the meal, Professor Zheng picked up his mobile phone on the table, clicked a few times, and the young voice rang:
"I can't be a grandmother here, so it would be nice to be a grandmother, right?"
None of the people present said a word.
The young voice sounded again: "I thought I could die on the battlefield, but I ended up becoming a deserter!"
The old lady sitting next to Professor Zheng reached out and held Professor Zheng's hand, looked at her and shook her head.
Xiao Ma, who was sitting on the other side of Professor Zheng, also held Professor Zheng's other hand and said to her: "Teacher Zheng, you are not a deserter."
