2
The flowers of the motherland have become increasingly vibrant with each generation. Wu Chun thought to himself that when he was in school, there weren’t this many students in one school.
With such a large school, would they really not get lost?
At that moment, Wu Chun was leading Xu Shi Yao, searching from one office to another.
“What are you looking for?”
As they stopped in front of another office, Xu Shi Yao asked.
“I’m looking for acquaintances… Oh, no.” Wu Chun reorganized his words, “I was wondering if any of your former teachers’ descendants still work at this school.”
Xu Shi Yao paused for a moment.
“There should be, right? Your teachers are probably resting in peace underground, but I wonder if you can sense their descendants.” Wu Chun said as he pushed open the door to the nearby office.
The moment the door opened, he saw Xu Shi Yao lightly frowning.
Wu Chun immediately noticed the change in his expression. “Can you really sense something?”
Xu Shi Yao moved to the office door and looked inside, seeing a male teacher, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing glasses and looking scholarly, sitting by the window.
“Is it him?”
“Very familiar.”
“Let’s go in and take a look.”
The male teacher was a language teacher. When Wu Chun and Xu Shi Yao walked in, he was grading assignments. There were two empty chairs nearby, so Wu Chun and Xu Shi Yao sat down.
But as soon as they sat down, the male teacher suddenly paused his work and looked up at them.
To be honest, when their eyes met for that brief moment, Wu Chun’s heart skipped a beat.
“He shouldn’t be able to see us, right?” Wu Chun whispered to Xu Shi Yao.
“Don’t worry.” Xu Shi Yao reassured him, naturally wrapping his arm around Wu Chun’s waist.
Indeed, the male teacher just glanced over and smiled at the teacher sitting across from him, asking, “What’s up, Teacher Wang?”
“Nothing?” The male teacher smiled. “I just felt a gentle breeze just now.”
“I know who he is now,” Xu Shi Yao suddenly said.
“Is he really your teacher’s descendant?”
Xu Shi Yao nodded. “He’s the grandson of my former homeroom teacher.”
The male teacher had already begun discussing the holiday arrangements for the week ahead with the teacher across from him. “I need to take my family to worship that pine tree.”
“The one that’s very popular online now, said to be five thousand years old?”
“Yes.” The male teacher nodded with a smile. “That’s a tradition left by my grandfather.”
The teacher across from him laughed and asked, “I’ve never heard of such a tradition before.”
“I only heard about it from my dad,” the male teacher said, taking off his glasses and gently wiping them. “You all know that our school has always been proud of Xu Shi Yao, who was his student. When my dad heard about the landslide, he was really worried. He heard from the old folks at home that there was an ancient temple on the nearby mountain that was very effective, but you had to kneel all the way from the foot of the mountain to the top before sunrise.”
“Did Grandpa really go?”
The male teacher nodded. “When he came back, his pants were torn at the knees, and his forehead was bruised, but he was smiling, telling my dad that the tree on the mountain had a spirit, and that we should go worship it every year on this day.”
Wu Chun was taken aback.
He truly didn’t expect that there was such a side to the story. He looked at Xu Shi Yao, who was clearly also stunned by this news. After a moment, he whispered, “So that’s how it is…”
Wu Chun reached out and hugged him.
“I’ve always had a question: every day, so many people leave this world. Why is it that only my soul would remain tied to a pine tree? So that’s how it is…”
“Xu Shi Yao.” Wu Chun gently said, “Let’s go take a look too.”
