A good teacher?
Zhao Luzheng didn't speak.
He knew that, in the time ahead, he would get his answer.
"I've always remembered the day I first met my teacher..."
Zhou Yao spoke slowly.
As if reminiscing. As if he were yearning for the past.
That day, he went to register at middle school.
Even though September was just around the corner, the sun overhead was still blazing.
With summer vacation about to end and school starting the next day, it made him even more irritable.
As soon as he got back to his grandfather's house—
The middle school was closer to his grandfather's house.
So after he started middle school, his parents sent him to live with his grandfather.
The old man was delighted to have his grandson living with him.
And Zhou Yao was happy too.
His grandfather's house was an old-fashioned home.
It was a little worn, but in a child's eyes, that only made it more interesting.
Not to mention that his grandfather's house had a courtyard and a light well.
There was also a little plot of vegetables his grandfather tended and potted flowers his grandmother carefully looked after.
Zhou Yao rushed into the storage room.
His grandfather's house had plenty of interesting places.
But it also had its drawbacks.
For instance, the old folks didn't like turning on the air conditioner.
Luckily, he'd found a perfect place to cool off.
The storage room at his grandfather's house.
It was called a storage room, but it was really just a small room.
It was piled high with all sorts of useless odds and ends the old folks couldn't bear to throw away.
Hmm.
There were also two large bookcases filled with books.
They were all quite old.
The pages had yellowed a little,