Chapter 280 Lilac (Part 1)
Teacher Miao pointed to the message posted on the tombstone and said: "The children all call her mother..."
At this moment, An Ran's heart was hit hard by something, and her nose felt sore.
He squatted in front of the tomb and stuck various small notes on it.
"Mom, I got 100 points this time!"
"Mom, I miss you."
"Mom, I will study hard and not let you down..."
"Mom, Xiaobao cried again today, but I won't. You said boys must be strong..."
"Mom..."
There are densely packed messages on the tombstone. Some of them have been exposed to the weather and cannot be read clearly, and many of them have fallen to the ground.
It is full of children’s thoughts and concerns.
Miao Xiaomeng stared blankly at the tombstone, "Teacher Ding loves children the most. If the child doesn't come to class, she will find him personally."
"Whether they are sick or have no money, the students she has taught will eventually return to school!"
"For three whole years, she didn't take a day off..."
Miao Xiaomeng's tears flowed down her cheeks, "It rained heavily last year. Teacher Ding sent the children home, but they kept coughing up blood after they came back..."
"I will go to the hospital later for examination and rescue, and all the right lung lobes will be removed!"
"But even so, she still didn't worry about the children, so she secretly ran back to school after her condition improved a little..."
Miao Xiaomeng's tears fell heavily.
At this point, she could no longer speak.
An Ran's eyes were red, and the girl on the tombstone had clear eyes, as if she was looking at him.
Miao Xiaomeng took a deep breath and said, "Last June, Teacher Ding fainted in class. Mr. Ding personally brought someone over, but in the end he couldn't be rescued!"
"When she was dying, she wanted to bury herself in Kaoshan Village. She said... the children here need company..."
At this point, Miao Xiaomeng could no longer speak.
Covering her mouth, tears rolled down like broken pearls.
The softest part of An Ran's heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp knife, and tears burst out of her eyes!
He squatted in front of the tombstone and stroked the photo.
"You deserve to be remembered forever...Teacher Lilac..."
I don’t know when, but there were already people standing around An Ran.
There were children, teachers, students from "The Voice", and Mr. Ding standing there silently.
Everyone’s eyes were full of tears.
Suddenly someone said: "Teacher An, can you write a song for Teacher Ding!"
"Yes, Teacher An, you are so good at writing songs. Write a song for Teacher Ding!"
"Teacher An, write a song for mom!"
Children in the mountains become sensible early, and many have burst into tears, "We miss our mother, Teacher An..."
An Ran said to Chen Han: "Old Chen, leave me the time for the last song..."
Chen Han nodded.
"Uncle, are you going to write a song for your mother?" Tiantian came over and asked An Ran, pulling her clothes.
"Yes, because she is your best mother!"
At 12:20, the party was coming to an end. After "The Voice" student Qi Zhen finished "Don't Hurt Me Again", the party should have ended.
But at this moment Chen Han walked onto the stage with red eyes and said: "Originally, this party should have ended here, but just now we heard a very touching story. For this story, we have set aside time for one song.
To Teacher An..."
Netizens are curious.
"What story?"
"Old Chen is a bad student and knows how to leave everyone in suspense. The story doesn't say anything. Do you want me to guess until death?"
"It's a touching story. Please be a human being. When I saw your party today, I cried three times in one breath. My mother thought I was lost in love and came to persuade me for a long time!"
"What kind of story does Teacher Chen not tell? There must be a reason!"
"Just listen to music..."
"The songs written by An are really good. Listen to the songs first and talk about the rest later!"
At this time, the lens was shaking, and it was obvious that the camera was changing places.
Soon the camera went from shaking to becoming clear, showing An Ran sitting next to a tomb, holding an old acoustic guitar in his arms.
Netizens fell silent for a moment.
The camera swept over...
I saw only two words "Lilac" engraved on the tombstone. The girl in the black and white photo smiled sweetly, showing her tiger teeth.
The tombstone is densely covered with various small notes.
Colorful, the night wind blows by, like a fluttering butterfly, ready to flap its wings and fly away at any time.
"Mom, are you okay over there? We miss you!"
"Mom, I'm not naughty now."
"Mom, I will study hard and live up to your expectations..."
Childish fonts, simple words.
Children are not capable of expressing too gorgeously, but it is these simple and simple words that are more shocking.
All netizens fell silent instantly.
Even if they didn't tell this story, they would have guessed that the girl lying here must be a volunteer teacher, otherwise there wouldn't be so many children calling her "Mom"!
Chen Han pointed the microphone at An Ran.
An Ran gently plucked the strings, and a simple and simple tone sounded.
"You said you love lilacs the most"
"Because that's what it's called"
"How long is the flower of melancholy"
"Sentimental people..."
At this time, the live broadcast room was quiet, and all the barrages that were flying just now disappeared.
No one spoke, everyone looked at An Ran who was sitting in front of the tomb and singing seriously.
The camera panned to the tombstone again, and the children, teachers, and villagers all had tears in their eyes.
Teacher Lilac’s smile in the photo is more vivid, as if she is right in front of her eyes.
Many students and teachers shed tears.
Miao Xiaomeng was the first to walk to the tombstone and bow deeply.
Then came other teachers.
Every teacher sincerely expressed their respect for Teacher Lilac in front of the tombstone.
After a dozen supporting teachers walked away.
The person who came up was a little boy, almost ten years old.
Walking to the tombstone, he took out a certificate from his pocket and said loudly: "Teacher Dingxiang, this is the certificate for my participation in the composition competition. I give it to you!"
The little boy spread out the certificates and placed them on the open space in front of the tombstone.
When he stood up, the stubborn boy pursed his lips together, with tears covering his entire face.
Then a girl who looked like a junior high school student walked up to the tombstone.
Say nothing!
I just took out my homework book from my school bag and put it on the ground.
Recorded by the camera, you can see big drops of tears hitting the homework book!
The netizens in the live broadcast room rarely joked at this time.
Although I don’t know the specific situation, everyone can guess pretty well.
If a teacher can be loved by so many students, then she must be a great teacher...
"When the flowers wither"
"When the picture freezes"
"How long is the delicate flower"
"But you can't escape the wind and rain..."
An Ran's voice is pure and clean!
If she were alive, her smile would be bright and bright!
Chapter completed!