After coming back from the park, he goes to sleep. This has been Xu Guangling's fixed routine these days.
After opening the heart orifice of his right hand, sleeping seemed to become a very interesting thing. He fell asleep while paying attention to his right hand and the entire right arm. After waking up, Xu Guangling's entire body felt very good, except for his right hand.
The arm is both good and bad.
Well, it feels like the land where crops are planted has been moistened by light rain on my right arm, which is indescribably comfortable, refreshing and refreshing.
No, it seems that this right arm needs to be cleaned specially. Otherwise, Xu Guangling always feels that something is not right. So next, he took a bath again! Of course, the focus is on the right arm, other parts
It's just a little bit of a balance.
Next comes the vermicelli.
Send one to Dasha and one to Mr. Jia. This was something that had been decided a long time ago. All that was needed was delivery. After Xu Guangling thought about it, he touched his phone and dialed a number in his memory.
I haven't called in several years. In fact, he has never called this number, so I don't know if he can get through at this time.
"Dududu..."
Xu Guangling dialed a landline, so there was only this ancient response, but no ringtone or anything.
It rang for about seven or eight times. Just when Xu Guangling thought he couldn't get through or no one answered, the other end of the phone was picked up: "Hello?"
This voice is very familiar to Xu Guangling. Although it has changed a bit after a few years and on the phone, a music practitioner's recognition of human voices must be better than that of ordinary people, so this voice is the only one.
Hello, Xu Guangling confirmed the owner of the voice.
At this time, Xu Guangling's face unconsciously showed some warmth, and he said: "Is it Master's wife? I am Teacher Zhou's former student, Xu Guangling. Master, do you still remember me?"
"Xu Guangling?" The other end of the phone was obviously confused for a moment, but it was really just for a moment, and then quickly turned into realization and a little surprise, and his voice unconsciously raised his voice: "Xiao Xu, it's you! I
Of course I remember you! Xiao Xu, how are you doing recently, are you back now? "
"Master, I'm fine. I'm still outside and haven't gone back," Xu Guangling said.
"Oh, okay, okay, it's fine!" The other end said several times in a row, and then said, "Old Zhou is right next to me, I'll give him the phone."
"Guangling?" The voice on the other end of the phone was replaced by a gentle middle-aged man's voice.
This voice had always called him Xu Guangling by his first name and surname before. This was the first time that he was called Guangling. This also showed the change in their identities. But the moment the phone was connected, some of Xu Guangling's feelings had returned.
A few years ago, "Teacher Zhou, it's me, Xu Guangling. It's like this. Actually, it's nothing. I just made some vermicelli recently, purely handmade with no additives. I wanted to send some to you and my wife by the way."
"What, making vermicelli? Xiaoxu, are you making vermicelli?!" The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became louder, and unconsciously became a little harsher. The next moment, it turned gentle again: "Guangling, what are you doing now?
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"Teacher Zhou, don't worry, I'm fine, really fine. Making vermicelli is just a hobby. I make it myself to eat. Please give me the delivery address and mobile phone number." Faced with the reaction on the other end of the phone, Xu
Guangling felt a sense of warmth in his heart.
In fact, this is exactly why he made this call.
Teacher Zhou was his class teacher for the second year of high school, and he was also a senior in high school. He was the one who witnessed the changes in his family, and also witnessed his transformation from a good student to a person who could no longer listen to classes. Likewise, it was also during that almost a whole year.
Here, he is always caring, enlightening and even scolding people.
But at that time, whether it was caring, enlightening, or reprimanding, it was all the same to Xu Guangling - he couldn't listen to anything.
Looking back now, the thing that impressed me the most was when he caught a cold.
That time, Xu Guangling had a severe cold and didn't want to go to the hospital at all. He just lay on the bed in the dormitory and didn't even eat for a whole day. Later, it was Teacher Zhou who forced him to go to the hospital.
For almost a whole week, every meal time, either in the dormitory or in the classroom, he was "taken" to his own home, um, that is, the family building on campus, to have dinner with their family.
It was also because of this incident that Xu Guangling met his wife.
"Guangling, if you come back, come to my place. I want to see you." These were Teacher Zhou's words that seemed gentle and yet severe at the end of the call.
It also made Xu Guangling feel relieved that the call was not in vain.
This was also the first time in many years that Xu Guangling took the initiative to contact the "past", but among the teachers, the only one who could make him make an exception was Teacher Zhou.
In fact, many other teachers in elementary school, junior high school and high school are also very good, and because of their grades and other performances, to be honest, even teachers who are mean to their students and who don't care about them are all very good when dealing with Xu Guangling.
Very enthusiastic.
As for those teachers who are already kind and responsible to their students, this is certainly not the case.
But none of them are Teacher Zhou.
During that most special time, only Teacher Zhou was the only one who cared for him at the right time - even though he didn't show acceptance at that time.
On the other end of the phone.
Putting down the phone, Teacher Zhou shook his head and sighed uncontrollably.
Before the lady could ask anything, because she was at home during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, her daughter, who was also in the living room just now, spoke. In fact, the little girl had been listening with her ears pricked up just now. At this time, she asked: "Dad, who called just now?
Senior Xu?"
"Ghost girl, you have sharp ears!" Of course, this was not what Teacher Zhou said, but Mrs. Zhou, "When I graduated, you were still in elementary school, not even junior high school. You have never been in the same school. How come you are a senior?
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"That's the senior!" The little girl pounced on her mother and pestered her, and then said to her father: "Dad, give me the senior's phone number."
"What do you want to do?" Teacher Zhou glanced at his daughter.
"Isn't there going to be a party at school soon? Our group also has a program. I want to ask the seniors to sing. Oh, you don't understand. Just give me your phone number!" said the little girl.
These words made Teacher Zhou angry: "I don't understand? I am the school teacher, I don't understand?"
"Of course you don't understand, you're not in charge of the party!" the little girl said confidently, "Oh, that's so long-winded, I'll do it myself!" Then she ran to the phone and pressed and pressed to get the number of the caller just now.
Then, he ran to the room and closed the door.
In the living room, the couple looked at each other and shook their heads in amusement. Then Mrs. Zhou tiptoed to the door like a thief and leaned her ear against the door, wanting to hear how her daughter made the call.