Chapter 112: Don’t Forget the Rainbow After the Storm

"I always think Wang Ling is a very good kid. He doesn't make trouble in school. He is very well behaved. No matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education. I hope that after the special hardship subsidy from our school is approved, it can really help Wang Ling. With Wang Ling's talent, I think as long as there are enough resources, it is not a problem for him to enter the Golden Core Realm." When Teacher Pan said this, he reached out and rubbed Wang Ling's head, which made Wang Ling's expression dim a few points...

The old man nodded: "Teacher Pan's words make sense. No matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education! Lingling has always been the pride of our Wang family."

Teacher Pan smiled and nodded, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Afterwards, the old man sincerely invited Teacher Pan to go shopping upstairs in the villa. The two talked and laughed, and Wang Ling followed them calmly. When Teacher Pan walked to the study, Wang's father and mother who were hiding inside held their breath at the same time.

"Teacher Pan, what's wrong..." asked the old man.

Teacher Pan pointed to the study room and felt a breath: "There seems to be someone inside?"

Wang Ling sweated and quickly dispersed a force to cover the breath of Wang's father and mother. Teacher Pan used his spiritual sense to sense it again, and then found that the breath he had felt before had disappeared again, so he frowned strangely: "Hey, it's strange..."

The old man smiled awkwardly: "...It might be a mouse."

Teacher Pan was shocked: "There are mice in this villa?"

The old man sighed helplessly: "It's suburban, it's not uncommon to have mice. This guy is rich in protein, and you can eat other parts after removing the head and tail. When my family couldn't afford to eat before, I often caught mice and roasted them for the child's father to eat."

Teacher Pan: "..."

"..."Wang Ling suddenly found that the old man's bullshit skills were a bit strong.

...

As they talked and laughed, it was almost noon, and Teacher Pan and the old man came down from the building.

"Mr. Wang, I have two students to visit in the afternoon, so let's stop here today." Teacher Pan smiled at the old man.

The old man looked a little absent-minded with this smile. Seeing that Teacher Pan was about to reach the entrance, the old man hurriedly grabbed Teacher Pan's hand: "Teacher Pan, you haven't eaten yet, do you want to stay and eat a little?"

"This... I'm so sorry..."

As the old man spoke, he had already pulled the apron on the hanger: "It's just a simple meal, how about the sweet and sour pork ribs set meal?"

Teacher Pan's expression changed a little. The old man's words were like an arrow, shooting an old photo album in her memory. This old photo album is very worn and yellowed. The pages of photo paper are so blurred that even the faces on it can't be seen clearly...

Teacher Pan finally stayed, but her expression was obviously a little different from before.

A sweet and sour pork ribs set meal...

This should be my favorite food when I was young.

How could this person know?

Is it a coincidence?

Teacher Pan was silent, just sitting quietly in the living room waiting, and didn't talk to Wang Ling. She just looked at the old man busy in the kitchen with a distracted look.

The old man was holding a kitchen knife. His old hands were covered with mottled wrinkles and several obvious old wounds. Both his left hand holding the chopping board and his right hand holding the knife were covered with calluses.

Needless to say, Teacher Pan could guess that the old man was an old chef who had been in the industry for at least several decades.

Teacher Pan just quietly recalled that the old photo in his memory seemed to have some outlines. But the old man had already made the simple meal in a swift and resolute manner.

This was a sweet and sour pork ribs with rice. The red ribs were soaked in the crystal soup. The ribs were wrapped in a golden coat, exuding a refreshing smell. Just smelling the fragrance, it was already unbearable to accelerate the secretion of saliva.

Teacher Pan stared at the ribs, and his eyes were obviously a little distracted and absent-minded.

"This rice with toppings was also my specialty in the past. I haven't made it for a long time. I don't know if the taste is still suitable." The old man untied his apron and sat opposite Teacher Pan.

"Teacher Pan, please try it!"

"Okay, thank you Mr. Wang."

Teacher Pan ate the rice in small bites, and then took a bite of the ribs. The ribs cooked by the old man were very soft and melted in the mouth, but the taste seemed a little special, especially when the juice rushed through the taste buds, it actually had a refreshing taste, which made people unable to resist the appetite.

"What a special taste." Teacher Pan praised: "Why does this sweet and sour spareribs have a refreshing feeling?"

Grandpa Wang: "I just found that the sugar at home was gone, so I used Jizhi syrup to replace it."

Teacher Pan: "..."

Wang Ling: "..."

Before leaving, Teacher Pan stood at the door and bowed deeply to the old man: "Thank you Mr. Wang for your hospitality, your cooking is great."

The old man was a little sad: "Welcome Teacher Pan to visit again next time."

"Definitely." Teacher Pan stood at the door of the Wang family's small villa, smiling slightly, the afternoon sun reflected on her face, her originally frowned brows gradually relaxed, a little flickering light in her eyes, she said goodbye to the old man solemnly in an extremely gentle manner, then slowly turned around and left.

Wang Ling looked at this scene, he knew that this first love story that had been separated for many years and spanned time had come to an end at this moment.

The old man just stood at the door, watching Teacher Pan walk along Donghuang Road to the bus stop.

At the end of the story, Teacher Pan still couldn't recognize who the old man was.

But all this seemed to be no longer so important to the old man.

…

In the middle of the night, the old man sat in the living room and turned out the love letter of his first love. On the back of the love letter, he wrote his final farewell to his first love stroke by stroke.

This is a hymn, the first and the last...

Whether it is the beginning of the throbbing,

or the end of the unrequited love now,

the feeling of embarking on a journey of more than 30 years,

the ending has been written.

…

I suddenly forgot the beginning of the pursuit,

but it is hard to forget your young face,

put a period to the youth of those 30 years,

everything is so beautiful.

…

Youth, first love...

These two books seem to be written a little hastily.

But fortunately, the last period.

Pointed at the colorful clouds,

May you be happy, like the rainbow,

If you are well, it will be a sunny day...

In the bedroom, Wang Ling quietly looked at the last hymn written by the old man.

At this moment, Wang Ling suddenly understood something.

The most beautiful love is not to grow old with the one you love, but to happily look at the rainbow in the sky after the storm of love, and watch you step on the colorful rainbow and go away little by little...