Chapter 292: Seeing the Future in the Past

Standing on the basketball court, Xu Ying saw the cafeteria and dormitory. The color of the dormitory was obviously different from before. The pink and blue buildings showed a new and unfamiliar scene.

Suddenly, everything is different.

The two walked around the campus for a long time. Teaching buildings, basketball courts, canteens, dormitories, and residential buildings. Now, most of those residential buildings are idle. In the past, there was a row of canteens there.

In addition to the teaching building, students often go to the teacher's office building and a building of unknown significance. They can go to the office building to get water and do experiments in the building of unknown significance. In addition, tug-of-war competitions and commendation meetings are held in front of the office building.

There is a corridor running through the first floor in both the teaching building and the office building. Photos of students and teachers are displayed in these two corridors respectively.

When I was in junior high school, photos of Mu Zhengguang and Xu Yingze were also hung on the wall.

When they entered high school, they looked at the resumes of their teachers. There were many new faces, and those young faces actually held important positions, teaching important subjects and serving as head teachers in important classes. Moreover, those new faces came from various schools, while those old faces mostly came from the same few schools, and their academic qualifications were higher than those of the old ones.

Xu Ying said with emotion: "Before we know it, the students' academic qualifications will soon surpass those of their teachers."

Mu Zhengguang looked at the photos, words, and numbers on the glass plate, and he was filled with mixed feelings: new people replaced old ones, and some of the old ones were gone, such as the junior high school chemistry teacher. Some retired, and some went to other schools. Some old people were still there, but they were vaguely different from the past. Those young teachers back then would gradually grow old, and those old teachers would soon retire. Those ambitious teachers would probably find a way to leave this ordinary township middle school. Perhaps most people stayed where they were, but every time I think of the few who left here, it makes me think about it and feel that things are impermanent.

"Yes. Maybe our classmates will come back here in the future and become teachers for new students. Under their guidance, the new students will become people with higher education. This is how generations grow up."

Xu Ying said: "I'm afraid this possibility is not very high. The emergence of 'Darkness' has changed many things. Sometimes I wonder if the possibilities that disappeared because of 'Darkness' will have a chance to come into this world again."

"I don't know. Maybe there is, maybe not. Or maybe there is in some places, but not in some places."

Xu Ying nodded, she turned and looked at him: "You have benefited a lot from coming here, little classmate. To make a summary of the past is not to calculate the gains and losses, but to find the direction. The big and small things that have happened to us are all pointing us in the direction and will push us towards the ultimate goal."

"Yes. The right and wrong knowledge we have learned, the stories we have experienced and heard, are all playing a role in leading us to the inevitable future." Mu Zhengguang had thought of this sentence before and said it out loud. In the past, he said these words as if he was imitating others, but today, when he said them again, he brought his own personal experience.

The two walked from the far right to the far left, and Xu Ying looked towards the building in front: "Do you want to go to the corridor in the teaching building and see who else has come after us. Maybe we can see a little bit of our youth in them."

"it is good."

With a red background, students' photos are arranged on the background in order of grades, from top to bottom, from left to right. Below the photo is the name, then the class, and then a famous quote.

Compared with the old ones, the photos of the new ones are clearer, and their hairstyles and clothes are still so familiar. On this wall, three years is short, but for the students who have graduated and left school, three years is long.

Xu Ying said: "It seems that nothing has changed."

"Just looking at the photos, I really can't tell that there have been any major changes. Everyone is still saying things that I don't understand and can't do."

Mu Zhengguang saw that the people in the photos always seemed to be the same. They were in the same grade and had similar ages. The people on the wall three years ago were people of that age, and they were still people of that age three years later. At that age, most people had the same habits and made the same mistakes.

Xu Ying understood what he meant: "You mean those famous quotes, right? We did the same thing back then, and we were very happy and willing to do it."

Mu Zhengguang also thought of that past event and his mood at that time.

"Yes, I am happy to do so. At that time, we were willing to choose some famous quotes as mottos to remind ourselves. Later, these quotes did not play the role of mottos. However, this is not the only reason why we discarded them. We don't need these unnecessary things in our lives."

"I don't know how the ancients would view these famous quotes. Maybe many years later, what Zhao Yuxi said will also be regarded as a famous quote by the world." "It's possible."

"You said that you can't see any big changes from the photos. I remember there was a place in the school where students' works were displayed. The teachers three years later have higher academic qualifications than the teachers three years ago. Let's go and see if the students three years later have also improved compared to us."

Mu Zhengguang had also been to the place Xu Yingze mentioned. He had seen those works when he was in primary school. After entering junior high school, he rarely went there because there seemed to be nothing to see there, and there were always some old things.

"If it's just one aspect, it should get better. I remember one time we won excellent results in a calligraphy competition at school, and our calligraphy was put there."

When I was in the second grade of junior high school, the school changed a self-study class into a calligraphy competition. The teacher asked all the top students in the class to sign up, and everyone went to that classroom and wrote something.

Xu Ying asked him, "The classroom used in the competition is the classroom where we take extra classes, right?"

"Correct."

In a corner of the campus, there are more than a dozen display boards.

Painting, calligraphy, composition, poetry, these have all existed before. This time, Mu Zhengguang saw two new things, one is the blackboard newspaper, the other is the handwritten newspaper.

"There are more blackboard newspapers and hand-written newspapers."

"It can be considered an improvement, adding a little different color to the boring junior high school life. What colors do you remember, little classmate?"

"Watching a movie at school. Our English teacher in the second grade said that if we get the highest average score in the midterm exam, we will be shown a movie."

"The movie wasn't over yet after school, but the students came early before the evening self-study and finished watching the movie. There were so many things to do in the afternoon after school and before the evening self-study. There was even a girl teaching us to sing."

"Yes. They were all popular songs. Unfortunately, I can't sing those songs now."

"It's been too long since I last sang. When the English teacher is happy, she will occasionally ask people to sing on the podium. Just sing a few lines. Before the Chinese teacher starts class, he will ask students to give speeches according to their student numbers. The content can be chosen by themselves, and the duration is not fixed. What's the story you're telling..."

The stories of the past are mentioned again. The laughter and joy from three years ago are still heard today, but the meaning of the smiles now is different from before. It is not because of the stories. The stories themselves are not very exciting. They can attract junior high school students, but not those who are about to go to college. It is because of you and me.

Finally, they walked onto the playground.

When I was in the first year of junior high school, this open space had soil, grass, cement, and basketball hoops. There were students who came here to look at the stars and the moon at night, and there were people who sat on the basketball hoops to do their homework. Their physical education classes were also accompanied by homework.

By the second year of junior high school, the school had rebuilt the playground.

At this time, the two of them lay down on the lawn, looking at the blue sky in autumn.

"Student Xu Yingze, we are back again."

"Yeah, it's back again."

(End of this chapter)