"I've always thought that Student Wang Ling is a very good child, and he usually doesn't cause trouble at school. He's very well-behaved. No matter how poor we are, we can't be poor in education. I hope that our school's special subsidy this time will truly help Student Wang Ling. Given Student Wang Ling's talent, as long as he has enough resources, it won't be a problem at all for him to reach the Golden Core stage. " When Teacher Pan said this, she reached out to rub Wang Ling's head, and the expression on Wang Ling's face dimmed even more …
The old man nodded. "Teacher Pan is right. No matter how poor we are, we can't be poor in education! Ling Ling has always been the pride of our Wang family. "
Teacher Pan smiled and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
After that, the old man invited Teacher Pan to take a stroll upstairs. The two of them talked and laughed, while Wang Ling followed them calmly. When Teacher Pan reached the study, Father and Mother Wang, who were hiding inside, held their breaths at the same time.
"Teacher Pan, what's wrong …" the old man asked.
Teacher Pan pointed at the study as she sensed an aura. "There seems to be someone inside?"
Wang Ling broke out in a sweat and hurriedly spread out his strength to cover up Father and Mother Wang's aura. Teacher Pan used her spiritual senses to feel out again, and then realized that the aura she had sensed earlier had unexpectedly disappeared, so she frowned strangely. "Ah, strange …"
The old man smiled awkwardly. "… Maybe it's a rat."
Teacher Pan was startled. "There are rats in this villa?"
The old man sighed helplessly. "It's the suburbs, it's not strange to have rats. This guy is rich in protein, and can be eaten anywhere else after removing the head and tail. When our family couldn't afford to eat before, I often caught rats for my child's father to roast. "
Teacher Pan: "…"
"…" Wang Ling suddenly realized that the old man was a little good at bullshitting.
…
As they talked and laughed, it was already noon, and Teacher Pan and the old man came downstairs.
"Mr Wang, I have two students to visit in the afternoon, so let's call it a day." Teacher Pan smiled at the old man.
The old man was a little absent-minded when he saw this smile. Seeing that Teacher Pan was about to reach the entrance, he hurriedly grabbed her hand. "Teacher Pan, you haven't eaten yet, right? Do you want to stay and eat?"
"This … this is so embarrassing …"
As the old man spoke, he had already taken the apron from the hanger. "It's just a simple meal. How about the sweet and sour pork set?"
Teacher Pan's expression changed a little. The old man's words were like an arrow shooting into an old photo album in her memory. This old photo album was very old and had already turned yellow. The pages were so blurry that even the faces on them could not be seen clearly …
In the end, Teacher Pan stayed, but her expression was clearly a little different from before.
A sweet and sour spare ribs set meal …
This should have been his favorite food when he was young.
How did this person know?
Was it a coincidence?
Teacher Pan was silent. She sat quietly in the living room and didn't speak to Wang Ling. She stared blankly at the old man's busy figure in the kitchen.
The old man held the kitchen knife, his old hand mottled with wrinkles and a few obvious old wounds. Whether it was his left hand holding the chopping board or his right hand holding the knife, they were all covered with calluses.
Needless to say, Teacher Pan could guess that the old man was an old chef who had been in the business for at least several decades.
Teacher Pan quietly recalled the old photo in her memory, and it was as if she could already see the outline of it. But the old man had already swiftly and decisively prepared the simple meal.
This was a Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs Covered with Rice. Pieces of red ribs were soaked in the sparkling and translucent broth. The ribs were wrapped in a golden coat and emitted a refreshing fragrance. Just the smell alone was enough to make one salivate uncontrollably.
Teacher Pan stared at the ribs, her eyes clearly a little unfocused and absent-minded.
"This set of rice with rice with rice with rice used to be my specialty. I haven't made it in a long time, I don't know if it still tastes good. "The old man untied his apron and sat opposite Teacher Pan.
"Teacher Pan, try it!"
"Okay, thank you, Mr Wang."
Teacher Pan ate the rice in small bites, then took a small bite of the ribs. The ribs cooked by the old man were very soft, and felt as if they would melt in the mouth. However, the taste seemed a little special, especially when the gravy washed over the taste buds; it actually had a cool taste, which couldn't help but whet one's appetite.
"It's really a special taste." Teacher Pan was full of praise. "Why does this sweet and sour pork have a cool feeling?"
Grandfather Wang: "I just realized that there was no more sugar in the house, so I used Jizhi Syrup to replace it."
Teacher Pan: "…"
Wang Ling: "…"
Before she left, Teacher Pan stood at the door and bowed deeply to the old man. "Thank you for your hospitality, Mr Wang, your cooking is excellent."
The old man was a little sad. "Teacher Pan, please come back again."
"Of course." Teacher Pan smiled slightly as she stood at the entrance of the Wang family's small villa. The afternoon sun shone on her face, and her tightly furrowed eyebrows gradually relaxed. Her eyes twinkled as she solemnly said goodbye to the old man in an incomparably gentle manner, then slowly turned around and left.
Looking at this scene, Wang Ling knew that this story of first love, which had spanned so many years and time, had come to an end at this moment.
The old man stood at the door and watched as Teacher Pan walked along East Huang Road to the bus stop.
In the end, Teacher Pan still couldn't recognize who the old man was.
But it didn't seem that important to the old man anymore.
…
In the middle of the night, the old man sat in the living room and flipped through the love letter he had written to his first love. On the back of the letter, he had written his final farewell to his first love, stroke by stroke.
This was a hymn, the first and the last one …
Whether it was the beginning of the throbbing,
Or the ending of the unrequited love,
Or the moving journey of more than thirty years,
The ending had already been written.
…
I suddenly forgot the beginning of the pursuit,
But it's hard to forget your youthful face,
To write a full stop to those thirty years of youth,
Everything is too beautiful.
…
Youth, first love …
These two books seemed to have been written in a hurry.
But fortunately, the last full stop.
Touched on the rainbow-colored clouds,
May you be happy, like the rainbow,
If you are well, the sky is clear …
In the bedroom, Wang Ling quietly looked at the last hymn that the old man had written.
At that moment, Wang Ling suddenly understood.
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