On the way, occasionally one or two cars galloped away against the afterglow of the sunset. Across the street is a row of 30-storey towering buildings, and yellow rental advertisements are posted on the glass windows of several families. On the roadside, the newly planted plane leaves cast sparse shadows.
Next to the buttonwood tree, a thin pillar holds a bus stop sign with a big desk panel on it. Under the bus stop sign, Lao Dong walked back and forth with his hands on his back, touching the "Mediterranean" overhead from time to time. A few years ago, old Dong took the graduating class and went out at six every morning. He didn't get home until half past ten in the evening. His wife complained that his home had become his hotel. Sometimes, Lao Dong will take students' compositions home and stay up late to correct them. The wife said that every time he drew a word, he lost a hair. The original black hair was either dyed white with chalk in his hand, or he tore it off one by one to sort out the comments of students' compositions. ...
Old Dong couldn't help laughing. His wife's imagination is richer than that of students. He looked west, but the green bus was still missing. This is the last bus, the six o'clock sharp bus. Don't miss it.
This platform has no long bus shelter, no stainless steel seats, only a lonely street sign, which was just erected after the school moved south. Under the stop sign, there are dark sidewalks, blue bicycle parking spaces and green plants that have been planted for a long time.
In the past, Lao Dong always rode a battery car to and from work and went home in less than ten minutes. Now the distance is far away, and Lao Dong is worried that there will be no electricity on the road suddenly, and thinks that taking the bus is the best policy.
However, soon after the new semester began, Lao Dong felt all kinds of discomfort, not just commuting.
Lao Dong is a senior Chinese teacher. He served as the head teacher of the experimental class for many years. His students are of high quality and excellent grades. Lao Dong has won the title of municipal advanced worker for many times and enjoys high prestige among teachers and students. Because his wife just went to Beijing, and in order to take care of his parents who were seriously ill at home, Lao Dong took the initiative to resign as the head teacher and applied to change to a regular class. The leader readily agreed to the request of the school "hero".
Old Dong thought, instead of teaching experimental classes, teaching ordinary students is under great pressure and should be able to handle it with ease. However, since the beginning of school, Mr. Dong has been feeling uncomfortable. Before class, Lao Dong came to the classroom three to five minutes in advance to remind students to get ready for class and take out Chinese textbooks or corresponding teaching AIDS. However, the students didn't seem to hear it. Some of them are immersed in their math homework, some are joking and patting in the aisle, and some are chatting with each other in groups ... Teacher Dong in front of the podium is like a silent bookshelf next to the blackboard.
In the past, as long as Mr. Dong was in the classroom, students would not whisper to each other, let alone speak loudly, and sit quietly reading books, whether during recess or in class. Once someone is late for class, he will consciously stand at the door of the classroom and shout "report" before entering the classroom with the permission of the teacher. However, students nowadays, why don't they behave themselves?
After class, Lao Dong is not good at interfering, but he is depressed when he thinks about it. Is the teacher air?
Once, before the third class in the morning, the PE teacher lined up for training during the break, which dragged on for a few minutes. The bell rang before the students came into the classroom one by one. Old Dong stood by the platform, waiting for the students to enter the classroom. Some students went straight in through the back door, and some even went into the classroom through the front door. When they met Mr. Dong, they went straight to their seats without saying hello.
Old Dong stood in front of the blackboard, holding his arms and frowning. He looked at the students, dignified and silent, and his face was darker than the blackboard.
The class began, and the boy pony has been looking down at the Chinese test paper in a messy pile of test papers under the desk. Old Dong talked about three questions, but Pony has been searching for them for a long time.
The veins stood out on old Dong's forehead suddenly and violently. He angrily walked up to the pony, picked him up and said, you, put away your schoolbag and go to the head teacher's office to find the paper! I really can't watch it anymore!
Ma Tongxue mumbled something, looked up and caught a glimpse of the teacher's furious expression, and walked to the classroom door with his head down and his bag. However, instead of going directly to the office, he stood in the corridor, buried his head in his schoolbag and rummaged around.
At this time, the teaching and research section sent researchers to check, and there were teachers from other schools next door.
Old Dong Gengsheng got angry and ran to the office angrily. He said to the class teacher, go to work and attend classes. Don't give people the impression that I don't let students attend classes. The school has a clear stipulation that teachers can't kick students out of the classroom and stop their classes. The headmaster had to walk into the classroom and severely reprimanded the students in the class.
Old Dong didn't understand. After only one summer vacation, his position in the eyes of students declined. How did you suddenly lose your prestige ...
At this time, a curly-haired aunt came over and asked Lao Dong, what car are you waiting for?
Old Dong pointed to the number on the stop sign and said that there was only 105 bus.
Aunt then asked, Oh, do you work in this school?
Old Dong nodded, without a conversation.
Aunt continued to ask, which department are you from? She wondered whether he was a dishwasher in the canteen or a cleaner hired by a property management company.
Old Dong was a little impatient, raised his hand and pushed the glasses frame and said, I am a school teacher.
Good aunt doesn't seem to believe it. There are many people wearing glasses now, which means you are a teacher. She then asked, what grade do you teach? What subjects do you teach?
Old Dong thought, how do you meet someone who looks like a registered permanent residence? Do I look like a wanted man? He touched his chin. It's hard. Oh, I haven't shaved for days. He looked down at himself again. His wrinkled T-shirt, worn jeans and white sneakers were covered with dust.
Well, my wife went to Beijing to help her son and daughter-in-law take care of the children, leaving me alone at home. But what can we do? Just two months after his grandson, Yue Yue was fired. Why is my mother busy? It is estimated that the old couple will not be able to end their long-distance relationship until their grandson goes to kindergarten.
But Lao Dong thought of the fleshy little guy in the video sent by his son, with his mouth wide open and his eyes full of warmth.
It's natural for grandma to take care of her grandchildren, and it's no reason for grandpa to stop her. In the past, Lao Dong was a shopkeeper who cut vegetables and never went into the kitchen. His wife cares what clothes he wears every day and even urges him to get a haircut. Now, with his wife away, Lao Dong is really not used to it.
Moreover, in his hometown in the countryside, Lao Dong still has his parents in their eighties. Last month, his father had a stroke, so Lao Dong had to hire a nurse to serve in the hospital and ask his sister to take care of his mother.
In addition, Lao Dong also encountered several hidden concerns.
At the beginning of school, Lao Dong wanted to cut corners and go to work from the north gate of the school. But the new janitor refused to let him in, saying that he had to go in through the east or south gate of the school. Old Dong was angry and asked, Why is this north gate open? The doorman said this was the access for construction workers. Old Dong was even angrier. He complained in the school group, and the leader allowed the teacher to enter the campus from the north gate.
Once again, Lao Dong went to the canteen to cook. Old Dong poked his head out and said, Taro roasted meat, braised pork balls, miscellaneous fried, scrambled eggs with shrimps and tomatoes. The owner of the window gave him a strange look. Old Dong stared at him: What are you looking at? It doesn't cost you money?
That day, I sat at a dining table with Director Wang of the Academic Affairs Office. She asked Lao Dong intentionally or unintentionally, have you gained weight?
Old Dong said with a smile that he used to go home to eat healthy meals cooked by his wife, but now he eats meals in the canteen. Nobody cares. What do you want to eat? Overnutrition.
Director Wang changed the subject. Did you wash clothes in the washing machine?
Old Dong said, of course, what if the washing machine is gone?
Director Wang asked quietly, after the clothes are dry, are they even?
Old Dong said that it used to be my wife's business. Where did I think of this? Why not just hang it up?
Old Dong seemed to realize something and asked in a low voice, is it detrimental to the image of the school?
She smiled, noncommittally ...
Lao Dong is puzzled. The campus has changed, the students have changed, the janitor is sent by the newly contracted property company, and the canteen master is also a new recruit. Has my old Dong changed? Why do so many things go wrong when school starts? ...
At this time, at four o'clock in the evening, the lights are on, and the orange lights in the distance are flashing in the distance. The only bus came, and the black asphalt road was covered with orange lights.