I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 235: 1 language into a truth
An apartment in the southern suburbs of Jiangcheng.
Retired old people are sitting in the yard, watching the flowers and plants they planted this year.
As a former elementary school teacher, Zhang Shunli liked to plant flowers after retiring.
He likes these flowers and plants.
I especially like watching them grow up from buds and blossom and bear fruit.
Looking at the butterflies flying among the flowers, he always remembered his life.
He is the kind of teacher who takes him from grade one to grade six!
One by one, the cute little children were sent to him.
Then they were tall and tall and graduated from his class with childishness.
Year after year, day after day.
He started from being a high-spirited young man, slowly turning his temples white, and then one day, the leaders of the school came, and the leaders of the education bureau in the city also came.
They all said: Teacher Zhang has worked hard, congratulations on retirement!
Oh...
Zhang Shunli was stunned at that moment.
Retire?
Thirty years of teaching career has ended like this?
Am I old too?
Thinking about what happened two months ago, he sighed.
jingle bell...
The doorbell came from the entrance of the courtyard.
Zhang smoothly stood up and walked to the door.
A postman appeared in front of him: "Mr. Zhang, this is your Teacher's Day card and blessing letter..."
The postman put a large pile of greeting cards and letters in a purple box and handed it to him.
"Oh..." Zhang Shunli nodded: "Thanks for your hard work!"
"No hard work!" A smile appeared on the postman's young face.
Then, he bowed deeply to Zhang Shunli, and then he said goodbye.
This is the tradition of the Federal Empire for thousands of years.
Respect teachers and teach!
The teacher's social status is very high!
In the councils of officials at all levels, there are quite a few councillors who have been unable to move. They are selected from teachers.
Holding this purple box, Zhang smoothly walked back.
"It's Teacher's Day again..." He said softly. This was his first Teacher's Day that he hadn't celebrated in school.
The retired teachers are more or less unaccustomed.
He took this box and sat on the chair in the yard.
Then open it, and there are thick greeting cards and letters in it.
In the past thirty years, I took almost seven classes and sent almost three hundred children to junior high school.
The oldest of them in the middle grade is over forty years old, and the youngest is only six years old, just in the first grade...
So there are many forms of greeting cards.
Some are small, some are big.
Some are simple and some are gorgeous.
There are even some cards with some coupons.
Consumption vouchers, vacation vouchers, airline vouchers...
There are so many.
Zhang Shunli looked at the greeting cards and letters in the box, and he laughed: "After thirty years of hard work, I still have some gains!"
Being a teacher, what he likes most is seeing that the children he once taught have now become a member of this society and have been able to support a family.
This is the sense of accomplishment!
This is the satisfaction!
So, he sat up straight, ready to take a serious look at these greeting cards and letters.
From the greeting cards and letters, can he know how his students are now?
"Huh!" Zhang Shunli was suddenly surprised.
Because the order of greeting cards seems to have changed this year.
On the top is no longer the greeting card of his student who is now serving as the Undersecretary of the Kingdom in the Palace of the Western Song King.
It is a greeting card that looks ordinary and ordinary.
"I have another student and become a big man?" Zhang Shunli laughed.
Although, he actually doesn't care about the achievements of his students.
I just wish them to grow up smoothly and not to commit crimes.
But the Empire Post Office attaches great importance to rituals and rules.
Every year, greeting cards and letters must be arranged in order of rank and priority.
So, the top greeting card or letter must be the highest among all students.
Zhang Shunli smiled and picked up the greeting card.
"Let me see, who sent this from?"
He took it before his eyes and looked at the text on the cover of the card.
This is an ordinary greeting card that you can buy on the side of the road, and it is also a standard greeting card.
Students will pray to the teacher Zhang Gongyu for the first time, and I would like to congratulate the teacher on Teacher’s Day. I wish the teacher: Happy Holidays, good health, and a happy family......
I raised the greeting card, there was nothing in it.
Opened it and looked at it, still the same.
Look at the congratulatory message again. Except for the student's name and his own name, as well as the holiday greetings, everything else is printed.
"Peace?" Teacher Zhang Shunli frowned slightly.
He can't remember that he once taught a student named Lingping.
But...
Looking at the words and greetings on this greeting card, I don’t know why, Teacher Zhang Shunli suddenly feels more energetic.
It seems that the feeling of youth is back.
Suddenly, Zhang Shunli smelled a scent.
He looked up and saw that the flowers and plants in his yard were blooming.
The garden is full of spring and the fragrance of flowers overflows!
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Qin An walked in the empty courtyard with a cane.
He watched, a little lost.
In a trance, he felt like he was back to school.
He stood at the gate of the middle school, watching students walk through the gate.
When the students saw him, they always bowed their heads involuntarily.
Because he is the dean of teaching, the devil in the hearts of all students!
But...
Looking at the empty courtyard, the former dean, sighed.
"I'm old..." He said: "I'm old..."
It has been seven or eight years since retirement.
He missed the school more and more.
Unfortunately, I'm getting old!
I remember at this time last year, he could still go back to school alone.
Now...
But with a cane, he walked slowly in the yard at home under the worry and service of his family.
If you don’t accept it, it’s always going to work!
"Father!" At this time, the son who had just returned from get off work, carrying a briefcase and a purple box, smiled and handed it to him: "This is the Teacher's Day card and congratulatory letter you received this year..."
Qin An looked at and laughed: "Someone still remembers my old bone!"
"Of course!" The son said with a smile: "Although you used to be scary... But when the students grow up they will understand how good you are..."
He was also a member of the school under his father's administration. Of course, he knew that this stern father had a reputation among students.
Qin Yantou, Qin Motou, Qin Buqun...
The nicknames were buckled on the head.
However, as students grow up and gradually enter society, some people will remember them.
Remember that it was under the claws of Qin Yantou, Qin Demontou, and Qin Buqun that they did not go on a crooked road to have today!
So, slowly, there were more greeting cards and congratulatory letters.
Qin An sat down on a chair in the yard with the support of his son.
The sun is shining on the body, it is warm.
Qin An opened the box.
There are almost a hundred letters and greeting cards in it, which are almost the same as usual.
Just...
The greeting card at the top has changed people.
No longer the student who has been appointed to the Deputy Speaker of the Northwest Governor of the Federal Empire.
It's a new and simple greeting card.
Qin An picked it up, and he smiled and said: "It seems that I have a promising student!"
For teachers, to be able to educate a promising student is always worthy of pride and pride.
He looked at the greeting card and looked at the text on the card.
"Students have peace of mind and worship teacher Qin Gong for peace..."
"Wish: a happy family, happy and auspicious..."
Very simple and simple greeting card.
The text is neat, but only neat.
Apart from this, there is no extra information, let alone any extra words.
"Peace?!" Qin An looked at his son. He couldn't remember that he had taught such a student.
His son also shook his head. He didn't remember such a person.
Qin An stood up suddenly startled.
He looked forward, the old peach tree in the yard.
It's blooming!
Bright peach blossoms bloom in this season that is not part of the flowering season.
The fragrance of flowers permeates.
And his son stared at his father blankly.
After a stroke last winter, the old father, who had to stand up on crutches, can now stand up without the help of crutches!
"Father!" He exclaimed: "You are standing up! You can stand up!"
Qin An lowered his head and looked at his body.
He tried to walk a few steps forward, every step is steady!
He took the greeting card in his hand and said: "It seems that there is a great man among my students!"
"A word comes true!"
"This is the ability of ancient saints!"
As an old teaching director for decades, he certainly knows that there are unknown forces in this world.
But...
The power of these strangers can actually do this?
The word falls and the flowers bloom, and the word is sent away! ?
Unfortunately, he couldn't remember when he had a student called Lingping?
He hurriedly went to the study room where he collected greeting cards, so he found this name Lingping in the greeting cards every year.
From ten years ago to now...
We send greeting cards every year.
But...
"I watch it every year..." He wondered: "Why don't you have any impression?"
So, he sat in front of the computer in the study, turned on the computer curiously, entered his school's website, and started to inquire.
Enter the student's name: Lingping.
"You have insufficient permissions!"
Only this result was found!
The old teacher understood immediately. He turned off the computer and looked at his son who was walking in.
"Today's matter, don't tell me..."
"Not a word!"
"This is a state secret!"
But in fact, this was an unnecessary move by him.
Because he and his family will forget what happened today.
Not even a little impression will be left!
When you dream back at midnight, you may be able to think of a little bit of memory, but after all, this is just an episode in their lives.
It's like a wave splashing in a river.
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Sitting at the desk~IndoMTL.com~Situ He looked at the numbers constantly appearing on the computer.
1,2,3...
These are search data from the teacher’s intranet.
"It seems that the target's greeting card really has a certain magical effect..." he thought.
If this is not the case, the search data on the intranet will not appear suddenly.
"Wait for the investigation report..." He turned off the computer, not worrying about leaking the target's basic information.
Because...
The data and information files about Him have been classified as top secret.
No one can view it without authorization!
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