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Chapter 102 Regret Hidden in Despair

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    The spontaneous respect and the sadness that bloomed in my heart instantly enveloped me.

    What's more, there is that kind of spreading, impenetrable depression.

    For them, the opportunity to choose is slim, and it is more about giving up under the pressure of reality.

    And what is embarrassing is that the choice with only chance is still a forced choice.

    It is the kind of difficulty in which you need to use all your strength to dig out a trace of treasure or light from the ruins when you are stuck in the quagmire.

    After listening to these words, I felt powerless and had trouble breathing. What¡¯s more, I couldn¡¯t make choices and judge my own values. I even felt naive.  irony.

    Even the temperature I visited before seems to have been put into cold storage.

    Not worth mentioning, perhaps the best description but a bit harsh description.

    I was speechless for a while, and I was speechless, facing Teacher Chen, only choked up.

    "Teacher Chen, I didn't think too much about it! Sorry!"

    "Teacher He, that's not what you said. I know you're just feeling sorry for him!"

    As he spoke, Teacher Chen's voice decreased.

    She walked to the office area, looked at her class schedule, then walked to my side, and said to me softly, "I don't have classes later, would you like to hear me tell you something?"

    I nodded, I am naturally willing to talk to her, I don't know why I always feel that I can learn a lot.

    The following is not my class, so I feel a strong sense of anticipation for some reason.

    She put my shoulders on my shoulders, we are about the same height.

    Take a closer look, she has medium-length hair and wears a pair of rose gold glasses.

    Very thin.

    The whole person is surrounded by a cultural atmosphere.

    Like the kind of frail woman who came out of a deep courtyard.

    However, judging from her manner of speaking and my conversation, she is both firm and soft, which makes people feel very comfortable.

    She led me to her chair.

    She squatted down, and the action language told me to let me squat down and look at the black box next to her with her.

    From the looks of it, it's been a few years.

    is a small brown box.

    Probably also.  The height of three Chinese documents stacked together.

    "Did you know? There are many letters written to me by students who have gone to other places before."

    "Before you came, we had few teachers here, and the number of classes we led was also large. In this way, we have been here for many years."

    "You only allocated some past ones after you came."

    "Actually, I know the family situation of Pepe in your class very well."

    He carefully turned out a letter, dusted it off, and handed it to me. He said, "Look at it, and you'll understand after reading it."

    "These are all sent to me by children who are already outside. Although many say that they are not doing well now, they are still grateful."

    I read it roughly. After all, as a language teacher, my browsing speed is actually quite fast, but for some reason I was still involved in this letter. Although the handwriting is a bit stiff and not particularly beautiful, but the language contains  All of them.  Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and mixed flavors.

    This letter appears to be one.  A child who went out to work after studying for two years.

    "That age must be very young?"

    "Yeah, very young. He went out with his mother very early. He also dropped out of school. He didn't read all the words, so he ran outside. What can we say? Everyone has his own life."

    "His grades are actually quite good. This kid learns very fast, but there are some things that cannot be stopped."

    "Teacher, you seem to remember which child each letter is from."

    "Of course."

    At this time, Teacher Chen's eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

    Pulled out a tissue on the table and held it in my hand, looked at me meaningfully and said, "Who can forget?"

    "So, like you said, Yangyang, if he really wants to leave, we can't lock him up."

    "If he doesn't leave, do you think he will have a good life?"

    This sentence is my rhetorical question.

    I don't know why I still don't want to give up until now.

    Always feel that there will be a turning point.

    ???Maybe I really think of myself as a savior.

    Teacher Chen really started to choke up this time.

    "Do you know? A child like this, as a teacher, you know that we will really be heartbroken, but he also has his own life, and education is only a part of his life."

    "We can't actually participate."

    "So Mr. He was very touched when I heard you say that you went to his house. I used to do this kind of thing often, but the effect was not very good."

    "There are also children who suddenly propose that they want to drop out of school because of self-esteem problems."

    "So in fact, this kind of thing is all in one thought."

    "What can't be changed is finalized."

    After about a long time, I stood there straight, very stiff, unable to utter a few words for a moment.

    I can only be silly and listen to him.

    The desire for these things, and the mentality of wanting to try and give it a go seem to be washed away slowly.

    What makes me feel a little embarrassed is that.

    I really can't answer the call.

    Seeing that I hadn't talked to Mr. Chen, he patted me on the back.

    "It's a regular thing," she said.

    Seeing her being so forceful, she let go of her inner emotions and struggles.

    I was a little embarrassed to refute something, but in fact, there was nothing to refute, and I felt that what she said made sense.

    In an instant, the first thought in my heart is to do my job well.

    But it seems that it will take many days and nights to smooth this matter.

    "Wait, do you want to come with me? I'll ask Yangyang to come over and have a chat."

    I don't know what was going on in my head, but I actually asked, "Then do you want to keep him?"

    I don't know why, but this energy always stays in my heart.

    Hearing the name Yangyang, I couldn't help but want to ask this question.

    It's really embarrassing.

    Teacher Chen was silent for a long time.

    I don't have the face to bother her.

    I always feel that I am always doing a disservice.  Forced out.

    Teacher Chen said to me after a long time, "Well, I hope."

    As if I had heard some call for victory, I became incoherent with excitement, and I made a fist there, and said "Okay."

    Then wait until the end of this class.

    There is no special bell for the end of get out of class in the school, but someone will ring the bell in front of the toilet

    I have never looked forward to this moment so much, and I have been waiting for the bell to ring with my ears pricked up.

    Finally, it rang.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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