After reading these five names,
The old principal walked quickly towards the leaders' table,
He walked so quickly that he looked like he was stumbling.
When he reached the leaders' table,
The current headmaster was still giving a speech. Most of it was a routine speech, but Lin Feiran was not listening. His eyes were fixed on the old headmaster.
The old principal bowed with great effort so that his gaze was level with the five old alumni behind the leaders' table,
Every time he saw a person's face clearly,
They would straighten their backs and sigh for a moment. At this time, the principal's speech ended,
The next segment was the speech of the old alumni representative. The old granny named Li Jingshu picked up the speech prepared by the school and looked at it. She took off her reading glasses and put down the speech, which was rare for her age,
She said in a friendly and brisk tone, "Hello teachers,
Hello students, I am your old schoolmate,
Seventy years ago,
I studied in this school,
At that time, I was sixteen years old,
About the same age as you children... "
The old principal kept nodding his half head,
He seemed to be very emotional,
He stretched out a hand,
He patted Li Jingshu's white-haired head as if he was comforting a child.
In fact, the old principal looked to be in his sixties. Compared to this old granny Li Jingshu, he could be said to be young. Therefore, this scene looked somewhat black and humorous. However, Lin Feiran could not laugh at all. He stared fixedly at the scene on the stage, his eyes bright.
"Today, I came here to share a piece of the past with all the children present." Li Jingshu narrated unhurriedly, "The founder of this school was an old gentleman named Jiang Duruo. During the period when our motherland was invaded, Old Mister Jiang insisted on not closing this school..."
The old principal nodded repeatedly. He turned around to face the thousands of teachers and students below the stage as if he was at a loss. Half of his face reflected the light on the stage as if he was crying.
Next, Li Jingshu recalled the past of studying here when she was young. She talked about how difficult the conditions were at that time and how severe the situation was. She talked about how Old Mister Jiang once received a basket of eggs from the villagers. He carefully divided an egg into four portions and gave them to the students to nourish their bodies..
"I've never eaten an egg as fragrant as that day in my life!" Li Jingshu said with a smile. The four old schoolmates beside her nodded and laughed with her. They seemed to feel the same way. Even the old principal, who had never laughed before, opened his mouth and laughed.
These old people laughed heartily, but the young, happy high school students in the audience didn't quite understand what was so funny.
— — How many years has it been? I've heard it so many times that my ears are getting calluses.
The auditorium was silent, but Lin Feiran's class was seated closer to the stage, so Lin Feiran was startled for a moment before he immediately took the lead in laughing!
Lin Feiran: "Hahaha!"
His smile was especially sincere and full of support!
Gu Kaifeng raised his eyebrows and looked at his wife, who was smiling like a flower beside him. In order not to embarrass Lin Feiran, he immediately smiled as well.
Gu Kaifeng: "Hahahahaha!"
He even yawned twice!
Wang Zhuo: "Hahahahaha! What the f * ck!"
What a lowly man!
Laughter seemed to be contagious. When the three of them laughed, the others near the stage also laughed and the atmosphere was no longer awkward.
After that, Li Jingshu talked about the sudden attack of foreign invaders and how they wanted to take her away. When she talked about how Old Mr. Jiang sacrificed himself to protect her, Li Jingshu's voice had a hint of sobbing, and the old principal stood rooted to the ground.
"Jiang Duruo sacrificed himself?" The old principal muttered to himself. He lowered his head and looked at his hand, then gently pressed it on the table in the leaders' seats.
That illusory arm sank into the table.
Just like the first day he found out that he didn't have a physical body, the old principal was so shocked that his whole body trembled. Then, he quickly raised that hand and scratched his missing head.
"My head …" the old principal muttered to himself, "What about the other half of my head?"
His hand groped around his neck in disbelief for a long time before he finally came to his senses. He froze on the spot, looked down at his body, and then looked up at the people around him.
Those were living people who were different from him.
"We didn't let Old Mr. Jiang down …" Li Jingshu talked about the whereabouts of that batch of students. She mentioned everyone who had contributed to the country, including herself. "I worked at the National Research Institute until I retired …"
The old principal seemed to have recovered from the shock of hearing the news of his death. He gave a thumbs up and kept nodding. Every time Li Jingshu mentioned a classmate, the old principal shouted "Good job!" with full energy.
"Many talents have come out of this school. I believe that in the future, more and more outstanding talents will come out of here and make contributions to our motherland and society." Li Jingshu stood up shakily and said, "I know that Old Mr. Jiang can no longer see, but today, I want to bow to him."
She bowed to the air in front of her with great effort. The other four old people also stood up with each other's help. They bowed to the air in front of them together.
They imagined that their beloved Old Mr. Jiang was in front of them.
Their beloved Old Mr. Jiang was indeed in front of them.
He waved his hand uneasily and kept saying "That's enough, that's enough". He wanted his old students to straighten up quickly. He turned his back to the audience and let out a rough and hoarse cry. If not for hearing it with his own ears, Lin Feiran would hardly believe that such a dignified and self-contained old intellectual would cry so sorrowfully and without restraint.
However, as the old principal cried, many faint light spots suddenly appeared in the air where the other half of his head should have been. They were like the tail lights of fireflies, shallow and faint. The light spots became denser and denser. They circled and danced, gently falling on the old man's wound that had been exposed for 70 years. The light spots gathered more and more, and when they reached a peak, the light suddenly dissipated …
The old man's head was whole again. He was tall and straight, and his face was thin and distant. He did not look scary at all.
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