Chapter 13 The second part of Wangchuanshui

October 11, 2004. The BMW 760 drove into the Changshou Road No. 1 Primary School. The narrow doorway leads to two rows of school buildings, and further inside is the big playground.The principal has been waiting for a long time, opened the car door and said humbly: "Miss Gu, welcome to our school to guide the work." Gu Qiusha was holding a limited-edition bag and wearing five-centimeter high-heeled shoes, and finally got off the station steadily.The principal accompanied her through the winding and secluded passage, and entered a small courtyard. On the left was the kindergarten, and on the right was a row of old-fashioned residential buildings with lush bamboo forests and fig trees. Presumably boys like to play hide-and-seek in it.There is a three-story teaching building hidden in the courtyard. The outer walls are white and light blue. The voice of elementary school students reading texts can be heard from the window. She asked softly, "Can I go to a class?"

The principal took her into the third grade (2) classroom, introduced the VIP status to everyone, and asked the teacher to continue the class.Gu Qiusha found an empty seat in the last row and sat down, and the principal also sat beside him respectfully. There are only two words written on the blackboard - chrysanthemum. Gu Qiusha frowned instinctively, and the principal next to her was also a little embarrassed. The teacher on the podium wrote a few lines under "Chrysanthemum"—— "Please read it according to the text." Gu Qiusha was wondering whose poem this was?The word "Yuan Zhen" was added on the blackboard. The teacher said loudly, "Yuan Zhen was a great poet in the Tang Dynasty. Another great poet, Bai Juyi, is a good friend, they were called "Yuanbai" in history, they were both advocates of the New Yuefu Movement, and they wrote "Yuanshi Changqing Collection".

Because there were principals and distinguished guests attending the class, the female teacher was very nervous, and almost read the lesson according to the script. In order to relax the atmosphere, she hurriedly asked: "Students, does anyone know this great poet?" The third-grade pupils knew that Li Bai and Du Fu were normal, but when it came to Yuan Zhen, they were unpopular. When the crowd was silent, the principal also showed displeasure, thinking that the teacher was too confused. Suddenly, an arm was raised high, and the teacher was excited as if being rescued: "Student Si Wang, please answer!"

A boy stood up, the seat was relatively far back, and Gu Qiusha happened to see his side face - the outline and facial features were quite correct, the two eyes were not very big, but they seemed to have delicate features. A child who can be liked, but wears plain and cheap clothes. "In the past, the sea was too difficult to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud. Take the time to look back at Hua Cong, half destined for Taoism and half destined for king." The clear and pleasant voice of a child resounded, and the whole poem was recited word for word, with the cadence unique to Tang poetry.

The boy didn't stop: "This poem is the fourth of Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems of Lisi", in memory of his dead wife Wei Cong. The youngest daughter of Prince Shaobao Wei Xiaqing. Wei Cong, who was born in a noble family, not only did not dislike her poor husband, but instead managed the family diligently and harmoniously. Seven years later, Yuan Zhen was promoted to the supervisory censor, but Wei Cong passed away due to illness. In addition to grief, Yuan Zhen wrote several mourning poems, which can be called thousands of Ancient sayings. " He spoke eloquently, with a serious expression on his face, as if he saw it with his own eyes.Gu Qiusha couldn't believe it anyway, the boy in front of him was only in the third grade of elementary school, did he know that someone was coming to attend the class, so he made special preparations?However, she did it purely on a whim. It is impossible for six or seven classes in the entire building to have this kind of homework done.Moreover, every sentence just now was so natural, which shows that the child has fully understood the poem, and it is by no means memorizing it by rote.

The female teacher was also a little silly, she didn't even know the allusion clearly, so she said vaguely: "Oh! Not bad!" "Actually, I don't like Yuan Weizhi very much. When he wrote this poem, he took a concubine in Jiangling. Soon after, I met Xue Tao, a famous prostitute eleven years older than me, in Chengdu. Singing and expressing love. Yuan Zhen's writing is also called "Hui Zhen Ji", which is just to justify his turmoil and abandonment when he was young, and he didn't want to cause troubles in later generations. Therefore, the "Once the sea was hard to be water" ’, it’s just a shortcut to cling to the powerful family.”

The whole classroom was silent, the children couldn't understand what he was talking about, and the teacher didn't know much. Gu Qiusha felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart by a knife, she lowered her head uncomfortably, imagining that all the students were looking at her. "Oh—Student Si Wang, please sit down, let's continue talking about the song "Chrysanthemum"." The teacher was eager to get rid of this embarrassing situation, and read the lesson plan upside down. After the bell rang, Gu Qiusha whispered in the headmaster's ear, "I want to talk to that kid."

In the courtyard downstairs, the teacher brought the boy to her. He is tall and thin, with well-proportioned limbs, and his back is straight as if standing in a military posture, unlike many children who either wear thick glasses or bend over because of playing games.He was born with a pair of exquisite eyes, and he is a fair and tender gentleman, except that the hair on his temples is quite heavy.Facing the principal and distinguished guests, his eyes were calm and calm, with a natural air of aristocrats. Gu Qiusha leaned over and asked him, "Student, how do you write your name?"

"The commander's commander, look out." "Si Wang, I really like that poem you memorized in class. I want to know where you learned your poems from?" "I usually read books by myself, and there is also Baidu." "Did you know that Yuan Zhen still has the famous "Three Poems of Sorrow and Conceit"?" "Know." The boy didn't look sideways, and the slight ripples in his eyes made her heart beat faster. Gu Qiusha still hadn't dispelled her doubts, so it was necessary to try again: "Okay, can you recite any one of them?"

"Grand Xie is the youngest and sympathetic to daughters. Married to Guizhou Lou, everything is good. Gu I have no clothes to search for a suitcase, and he buys wine to pull out gold hairpins. Wild vegetables are a meal of sweet and long-skinned plants, and fallen leaves are added to pay for ancient locust trees. Today's salary is over. 100,000, I will lay a memorial ceremony with the king's camp and return to the camp." Gu Qiusha stared at the boy dumbfounded. This was one of the few Tang poems she could recite. The principal couldn't help applauding, and the boy recited the second song without thinking: "In the past, I joked about the meaning behind me, but now I come to see you. The clothes have been used up, and the needles and threads are still there. I still want to feel sorry for the servants. Give money. Sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, poor and lowly couples are sad for everything."

"enough!" The boy has already read the third song of "Sending Sadness": "Sitting idle and mourning the king is also mourning himself. How long is a hundred years? Fate will be more difficult. But I will keep my eyes open all night long, and repay my life without raising my eyebrows." The last two words were uttered by Gu Qiusha and the boy in unison, and they were in harmony. She took a step back in horror. "Little friend, do you know what the meaning of 'what does Yao Ming expect from the same acupoint, his fate will be more difficult'?" "Husband and wife are buried in the same tomb. I'm afraid it will be indefinitely. If there is an afterlife, it will be difficult for us to meet again." From the beginning to the end, the boy had no expression on his face, but his eyes never left Gu Qiusha's eyes, with imperceptible maturity and indifference. Gu Qiusha took a deep breath, stretched out a pair of slender hands, and stroked the boy's fair cheeks.He subconsciously hid back, and then stood still, letting the woman's hands wander over his face. When the class bell rang, she rubbed the boy's nose and said, "That's a good answer! Go to class." Si Wang bounced up the stairs like all the children, and he could no longer see the sophistication just now. "What does Yao Ming expect from the same cave? His destiny will be even more difficult." When she heard the news of her fiancé's death nine years ago, she dug out the letterhead that Shen Ming had written to her, and among them was this poem by Yuan Zhen that he copied in his own hand. The principal approached Siwang's class teacher and asked him about the boy's situation. The boy's answer was that he had average academic performance, was taciturn, and didn't take the initiative to speak up in class. He never felt that he was superior. "Is there a family background?" Gu Qiusha added, "For example, the parents are university professors?" "Siwang's father is an ordinary worker. He disappeared for unknown reasons more than two years ago. His mother works as a salesperson in the post office. The family status is not very high." "Thank you, please help me inquire about his situation again. I think such an excellent child must be cultivated well. Do you understand what I mean?" The principal nodded repeatedly and sent Gu Qiusha to the car.On the outdoor advertising wall along the street, there is a large spray painting of Erya Education Group, and a certain child star endorsed two lines of words - choose Erya Education, choose your life. She is no longer the editor of the Education Press, but the general manager of the top ten private educational institutions in the country.A few years ago, his father Gu Changlong retired from the position of university president and used his life savings to establish Erya Education Group.Because of the long-term accumulation of government resources, the company has made rapid progress in just a few years, from overseas language learning to preschool education and even training courses for the elderly, purchased and built several private primary and secondary schools, covering all stages from the cradle to the grave.From the day of starting a business, her father asked Gu Qiusha to resign and come back to help.This year, he no longer served as the general manager due to illness, so he let his daughter inherit the position. After an hour, return to the villa in the suburbs. Gu Qiusha took off her high heels and removed her thick makeup in front of the dressing table.In the mirror is a thirty-four-year-old woman. Her skin is well maintained, almost free of wrinkles and spots, and she still looks good when she goes out with heavy makeup. At least she looks radiant in front of the camera, and people of all ages will take a few more glances.It's a pity that no matter how I dress up, I will never be as youthful as before. I always think of myself when I was twenty-five years old and was about to become a newlywed. My father went abroad for a meeting, and asked the Filipino maid to cook some simple dishes for dinner. She finished eating alone in the restaurant, drank a small glass of French red wine, and then went to the bedroom to watch Korean dramas.Not long after, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a man entered. He was also in his thirties, he didn't have half a beard on his face, and there was a faint blue mark on his forehead. He slowly took off his suit and tie, and walked out without saying a word. Gu Qiusha has long been used to such nights, and she read two words to her husband's back: "Trash!" His name is Lu Zhongyue.