Chapter 487 The Teacher's Textbook

Just when Chen Ke was sitting at the stairs scratching his head, a familiar male voice came.

"Student Chen Ke? Is there no one at home?"

Chen Ke looked up and saw that the door of the neighbor's house opposite was actually open. A middle-aged man wearing black suit pants, a faded blue shirt, and a vertical old side parting was standing at the door and greeted him.

Chen Ke was stunned for a moment. He never thought that he would meet the other party here.

"Teacher Zhou... Teacher Zhou..." Chen Ke took a breath of cold air. An indescribable creepy feeling made his head numb, and his whole body seemed to be electrocuted, and he froze in place.

Teacher Zhou was Chen Ke's junior high school class teacher, teaching Chinese. He was a tall and thin gentle man in his 40s. Chen Ke still remembered his back to his classmates, holding a book in one hand and a piece of chalk in the other hand, writing on the blackboard.

"Is your mother not back from buying vegetables yet?" Teacher Zhou asked.

"Yes, my father hasn't gotten off work yet." Chen Ke replied.

Teacher Zhou actually recognized Chen Ke, who looked like Lin Mo. It can be seen that he was just something constructed by this space based on Chen Ke's subconscious.

First of all, Teacher Zhou did not live opposite Chen Ke, and the question he asked just now was a common conversation between Chen Ke and his neighbors when he was in elementary school.

At that time, his parents were very busy. Chen Ke, who was in the sixth grade, always had dinner at his neighbor's house after school. The neighborhood relationship in the 1990s was not as indifferent as it is today, and there were many children.

Chen Ke still remembered that every summer vacation, the community was noisy, all of them were children running wildly. A child rode a bicycle, followed by three or four running behind, holding toys in their hands, which was both funny and cute.

"Oh, then you can eat at my house." Teacher Zhou said.

"No need, teacher." Chen Ke said.

"Oh, whatever you want, then I'll go back to the house to correct homework first." Teacher Zhou smiled.

"Okay, Teacher Zhou, goodbye, Teacher Zhou." Chen Ke nodded, and at the same time curiously glanced at the room behind Teacher Zhou.

The living room was a little dark, and the green light from outside shone in through the window, giving people a very unsafe feeling.

But there seemed to be an orange-yellow table lamp on in the inner room, and a ray of orange-yellow light shone out from the room further inside.

Teacher Zhou turned to go into the house, but suddenly stopped. He seemed to remember something and turned around to greet Chen Ke again.

"By the way, Chen Ke, it's almost the end of the semester. Don't you plan to review?" Teacher Zhou asked.

"Oh? Is it the end of the semester...?" Chen Ke smiled. I don't know why, even though the other party was fake, Chen Ke was still willing to chat.

"Yes, it's almost the end of the semester, time is tight. Although the middle school entrance examination is not as important as the college entrance examination, if you can get a good score and enter a good high school, the road ahead will be much easier." Teacher Zhou began to preach.

Examinations can indeed change your destiny. If you get into a good high school and then a good university, you can make money for capitalists in a more comfortable position when you are in your 20s.

Although I am working as a dog, at least I can enter a high-end office building, type on the keyboard with my fingers, and surf the Internet.

If you don't even have a decent literary talent, then most people may only be able to do some very low-end and tiring physical work, such as delivering express, delivering takeout, standing at the counter to sell goods...

"Teacher... I'm fine, but the outside world is not the same as what is taught in school." Chen Ke smiled.

"Oh, what's the difference?" Teacher Zhou asked.

"You said in class that we should be united in knowledge and action, tell the truth, and pursue our dreams. Everyone in this world is equal, life is priceless, and living every day well will not let you down in this life." Chen Ke said.

"Yes, is there anything wrong with this?" Teacher Zhou asked.

"After entering society, I feel that sometimes telling lies is more useful than telling the truth, and having a practical goal is more reliable than having a lofty dream. This world is not equal for everyone. Everyone's starting point and end point are different, and life... life has a price tag... There are too many people and things that can't make me live like myself. Sometimes I really feel that I am just a tool for others." Chen Ke spread his hands and said.

"It's normal for you to have such doubts, Chen Ke." Teacher Zhou said, squatting down.

"You see, the world doesn't work like what we teach in class. 7.9 billion people have their own ideas. There are barriers and contradictions between people, organizations, countries, and nations. How can we expect everyone to be equal?" Teacher Zhou added.

"Although it's cruel to say, there are only a few people in this world who can really live as they please. The meaning of most people's lives is just to engage in production and become firewood to burn the world. There are limited places next to the bonfire, and there is no room for everyone." Teacher Zhou taught.

"But why can't we make the bonfire a little bigger... so that everyone can sit down." Chen Ke asked.

"Because we don't have much fuel to keep the fire burning, we can only give birth to more people and fill it with fuel." Teacher Zhou said.

"Everyone tells lies just to protect their true thoughts. Most people have to do their best to survive. When they are 30, they have to work hard to earn money to spend when they are 60. This is the real world. Chen Ke, this civilized world is not prepared for everyone. Even if you are just a piece of firewood, you should be grateful." Teacher Zhou said.

"Then why don't you talk about this in class?" Chen Ke asked.

"Because you were still young at that time, how could I let you be disappointed in the world?" Teacher Zhou smiled.

"Disappointment is much stronger than despair." Chen Ke shook his head.

"By the way, Chen Ke, do you want to review? You must have almost forgotten all the knowledge points of this semester." Teacher Zhou asked.

"Knowledge points? Teacher Zhou, what else can you teach me besides composition, reading comprehension and classical Chinese?" Chen Ke asked back.

Teacher Zhou stood up and motioned for Chen Ke to follow him into the house.

"You knew all these things, but you were too playful and must have forgotten a lot. I wrote them down in the test paper. Come in and take a look." Teacher Zhou said as he walked.

Chen Ke followed him into the house. The scene outside the window turned out to be the playground of the middle school, but the sky was rolling with green clouds, and the entire time and space were distorted because of Chen Ke's memory.

Teacher Zhou took Chen Ke into the small room with a desk lamp on. It was a bedroom, but it was changed into a study by Teacher Zhou. Two rows of bookcases stood against the wall, and a small table was piled with a pile of winter vacation homework.

"Is this... the homework for the second year of junior high school..." Chen Ke thought to himself. The familiar horizontal thin booklet was Chen Ke's nightmare back then.

Teacher Zhou did not touch the homework, but opened the small drawer on the table and took out a textbook and handed it to Chen Ke.

"Take a look." Teacher Zhou smiled.

Chen Ke looked at the textbook in his hand. The cover did not say Chinese, mathematics or English, but future observation.