Bai Haoran listened to it all night, and when he woke up the next morning, Bai Haoran found that he had fallen asleep sitting in the library, and he had a file bag in his hand. Bai Haoran glanced at the file bag and stood up abruptly. At this time, Bai Tang, who was beside him, opened his eyes nervously and asked, "Brother, why are you going? I'm hungry."

Bai Haoran said: "Didn't you ask the dean for money yesterday? There is a breakfast shop at the entrance of the school. After you have eaten, wait for the police officer at the school entrance. When you see her, tell her to wait at the old school building. Me, I'll be there in a minute."

"Oh, then you won't eat anymore?" Before Bai Tang could finish asking, Bai Haoran had already run out of the library in a hurry. Bai Tang whispered in a low voice: "What is this for? I don't even eat."

Bai Haoran ran all the way, and when he arrived at the parking lot, he saw Zhang Yunhua's car stopped, and Bai Haoran quickly ran to the car.

Zhang Yunhua slowly lowered the car window and asked coldly, "Bai Haoran? What are you doing here?"

Bai Haoran panted heavily: "President, I have something I want to talk to you about. It's about Professor Yang."

Principal Zhang Yunhua frowned: "That person has passed away, what is there to talk about!"

"But the knot in your heart hasn't opened yet, is it?" Bai Haoran asked rhetorically.

Zhang Yunhua was stunned for a moment, then she whispered, "This matter has nothing to do with you." She raised the window as she spoke.

Bai Haoran hurriedly knocked on the car window and said loudly, "But his class hasn't finished yet, there's still one class left, a class he can't put down even if he dies. Don't you really want to listen to it? "

The car suddenly turned off, and then Zhang Yunhua walked out of the cab. She stood at the other end of the car and looked at Bai Haoran and asked, "What are you trying to say?"

Bai Haoran took a deep breath and said seriously, "What I want to say is that a female student who used to be full of youth and fighting spirit, she has unparalleled talent and is valued by her teachers in this school. One day, she had an opportunity to study abroad, and the teacher and she were very happy. Because the teacher believed that as long as she could study abroad, she would be an excellent educator when she came back. But she needs a A paper that could make her get attention, so she began to devote herself to completing such a paper that almost shook the education world. The title of this paper is called 'the most suitable for us is the actual education'. This paper The dissertation is not only devoted to this talented female student, but also to the teacher. In order to help her students, the teacher works overtime every day to help the female students to check the information, and then completes them together with the female students. The thesis. The teacher went to help her revise the thesis, but it didn't work out. One night when the thesis was revised, a fire broke out in the library, and this fire also burned out the female student's dream of going abroad and her All hope. The female student didn't go abroad and the teacher died of her injuries after the fire..."

"What do you mean by saying this to me now? I don't blame him anymore, can I?" Zhang Yunhua asked coldly.

Bai Haoran shook his head and asked back: "Blame him? Why do you blame him? Yes! Yes, you lost the opportunity to go abroad, but now you have become an excellent educator! You are still exerting The idea he taught you, but that teacher went through the pain of the fire day after day, just to finish the late paper for his students! In the old school building, your original classroom, Today, Mr. Yang will give his last class there! He has prepared more than 20 spring and autumn thesis lectures. This class is the last class he hopes to teach you. Go or not, you can decide for yourself. Bar!"

After Bai Haoran turned around and was about to leave, Zhang Yunhua stopped him with a slightly trembling voice: "Wait."

Bai Haoran stopped, turned his head and asked, "What else is going on with President Zhang?"

"You...are you telling the truth? Can I see him again..." Zhang Yunhua looked at Bai Haoran with incredible eyes.

Bai Haoran nodded. He handed the portfolio to Zhang Yunhua and said, "You can understand after reading these things."

Zhang Yunhua took the portfolio, opened the cord and pulled out a stack of manuscript papers. After just flipping through a few pages, Zhang Yunhua saw the handwriting and tears flowed like a dyke. Tears and a trembling voice said: "This... where did you find these things?"

Bai Haoran looked at Zhang Yunhua's eyes and said seriously: "You can see the handwriting, these are all written by your teacher, and written for his most proud disciple and his most reluctant student. Twenty-seven years, Every stroke is written with perseverance, and every word is poured into his efforts. The principal may not know something, after death, people will continue to repeat the process of the day of death, and the events of that day will always be repeated. During these twenty-seven years, your teacher not only had to cycle through the pain of death, but also used the time between cycles to complete this thesis little by little. Leave a diary, and then wait until the next cycle to see the diary continue to write. Twenty-seven years and nearly 10,000 days and nights... Enduring such pain, all he wants to do is to make his students become The talent of the pillar! Fulfill his last wish as a teacher. Don't ask for fame or money, just a peace of mind! Can fulfill a teacher's commitment to his students. Dean Zhang, I think this is the so-called teacher. Original intention, right?"

Zhang Yunhua covered his mouth in pain, and his tears were completely uncontrollable for a while, rolling down like beads with a broken thread. That's right, now this realistic and material society has broken away from the original intention of the year, and many teachers can't really be a role model for others. Twenty-seven years later, the city has undergone tremendous changes. And the original intention of the year was also annihilated in this world full of materialistic desires. Teachers who can follow their original aspirations have also become rare creatures, or just stories in reports. Conflicts between teachers and students continue to grab the headlines in the news, and the media just compete for attention, but no one sees the backside of these things. Society has lost its beliefs and lost its original aspirations. In the war-torn era, those who are eager to acquire knowledge, those teachers who risk their lives to preach and teach. Teachers, preaching, teaching careers, solving doubts... But the simplest and most straightforward original intentions are regarded as dreams by people... They are just naive...

However, Yang Wenhai's efforts have confirmed the truth of the teacher's way of life, and the way of the heart! It is definitely not some falsehoods blinded by interests, the real avenues that can be smeared at will.

The paper wasn't thick, but somehow it felt weighty. Zhang Yunhua's hands were trembling, she kept wiping away her tears, and kept shedding tears. More than 30 pages of manuscript paper are full of a teacher's devotion to his students. Looking at this paper, Zhang Yunhua seems to be able to see the lights in the abandoned office of the library that are always on for unknown reasons in the silent night...

Outside the old school building, Bai Haoran was waiting for Fang Yi'an at the entrance of the teaching building. When Fang Yi'an came closer, she realized that there were some tears on her face.

Fang Yi'an said in a low voice, "I went back yesterday to look up the information here, and my dad found out. I didn't expect my dad to sigh and finally tell me the truth. That teacher is actually my grandfather..."

Bai Haoran replied in a low voice, "Your grandfather is a very kind old man and a qualified teacher. Let's go, let's listen to his last lesson together."

Fang Yi'an nodded, and the two walked into the teaching building together. For some reason, Bai Haoran felt his blood surging violently the moment he stepped into the teaching building. Whether justice really exists, whether there is a righteous path in the world, and whether there is real sunshine...

At the door of the classroom, Bai Haoran saw black and white impermanence lined up on both sides of the door. Bai Wuchang waved at him friendly, while Hei Wuchang leaned against the wall and bowed his head silently. When Bai Haoran and Hei Wuchang passed by, Hei Wuchang said in a low voice, "Human feelings are cold and warm and the world is hot, boy, I have to say, you did a good job. It's just that you will hurt yourself."

Bai Haoran smiled knowingly, then he pushed open the door and walked into the classroom. As soon as he entered the classroom, Bai Haoran saw Zhang Yunhua. She sat in her original position. Bai Haoran brought Bai Tang and Fang Yi'an to sit by the window. After everyone sat down, the black and white impermanence at the door looked at each other, and then Bai impermanence said: "Professor Yang, everyone is here. You can go to class."

As soon as Bai Wuchang's words fell, he saw the male teacher dressed neatly and walking towards the door of the classroom holding the textbook. He smiled and nodded to Black and White Impermanence, and then walked into his lecture hall in high spirits, following the male teacher as he walked. The moment he entered the lecture hall, the whole classroom was filled with warm sunlight.

Principal Zhang Yunhua stood up immediately after seeing the male teacher walking onto the podium. Tears blurred her eyes in an instant. The corners of her mouth trembled slightly, and she said in an unconcealed cry, "Hello, teacher!" Same as before.

The male teacher also nodded to Zhang Yunhua with a smile, then put down the textbook in his hand, and said with a knowing smile: "Sit down! Haha, Yunhua, I don't have much time. Let's get ready for class!"

Zhang Yunhua nodded vigorously.

The male teacher picked up the chalk and wrote the title of Zhang Yunhua's thesis on the blackboard - the most suitable for us is the actual education. Then the teacher started his class, just like the most ordinary class in the past. The teacher explained every part of the thesis in great detail, and he explained his views and imaginations about education in great detail. For Zhang Yunhua, an educator, every sentence is deafening. After so many years, the teacher's class still has something to comprehend. His class is actually nothing, but his insights are full of things that the current teachers lack. And these are just the most simple and common things about teachers in the past. A class originally felt long and boring, but Zhang Yunhua felt that the time was very short. She obviously still had a lot to say and a lot of questions to ask. , but all of this finally turned into a sentence in her last words to the teacher: "I'm sorry."

The male teacher smiled and looked at Zhang Yunhua. He looked at the student he was most proud of, took off his glasses, and said solemnly, "Yunhua, you are the teacher's most proud student at all times. The class is what the teacher owes you. I hope you can use your talents to cultivate more talents. Of course, I think I have seen the results. I am proud of you!" The teacher said here, the old man's face The smile on her is as bright and peaceful as an unfolding flower. However, his smile disappeared along with him in this warm classroom.

Zhang Yunhua shouted with tears in his eyes, "Mr. Yang!"

People always like to think bad about others, and they are always used to thinking of themselves in the direction of innocence. Over the years, Zhang Yunhua has always thought that she was unfortunate. She did not go to study abroad, and finally she could only be the president of a university that was revoked and turned into a private university. She has always had an inexplicable resentment towards her teacher. She believes that if it wasn't for her teacher, she might be able to study abroad and become an elite in the education industry. good result. However, she found that she was wrong, wrong too far. The narrow-mindedness and conceit of human beings often blind their own eyes, making themselves unable to see their own weight, and always feel that they are the most unfortunate one. But thinking about it now, you think too highly of yourself, how much hatred does God have with you? There are hundreds of millions of living beings, what kind of special case do you have to make God have to live with you? No matter how talented a person is, he is only a single person, a drop in the ocean, a drop of water in the long river of history.

With Teacher Yang's disappearance, Fang Yi'an asked with tears in her eyes, "Bai Haoran, are there still many things in this world that I don't know about?"

Bai Haoran said softly, "The world is so big that what you can know is probably not even a skin. Why? It's not good for Police Officer Fang to believe this?"

Fang Yi'an wiped away her tears and said, "No, I don't even believe that ghosts can kill people anymore. Wouldn't that mean that my grandfather killed? How could he be? I think we should give this case a break, I don't want to be in the Hearing some ghosts in the library, that is a teacher's love for his students! You asked me to check Mason, he must be the breakthrough point of this case, right?"

Bai Haoran said: "Well, he is the murderer, but we don't have any evidence to prove that he is the murderer. Of course, Officer Fang, although you don't believe that ghost murder is right, but do you believe in the cycle of cause and effect and the retribution?? "

Fang Yi'an asked in surprise: "Retribution? This is also there?"

Bai Haoran showed a confident smile and said, "Let's go, let's go and see if there is still justice in this world!"