Chapter 164 Home [Ask for a monthly pass]

Zhang Weidong took the afternoon train, and it was just the time to get off work when he got home.

Zhang Weidong's father, Zhang Guodong, is a junior high school mathematics teacher with the title of senior teacher. His mother, Yang Yuanjing, is a primary school Chinese teacher with the title of first-class teacher.

In today's materialistic society, many teachers have been corrupted by money. If they have nothing to do, they will organize students to pay for make-up classes. During the Spring Festival, they will also receive gifts from their parents without blushing. In some places, some teachers directly treat the students in the class differently according to the "filial piety" of their parents, which has long been sorry for their title of human soul engineer. But Zhang Weidong's parents are different. Both of them are simple-hearted people's teachers. They taught and educate people conscientiously on the podium, and their words and deeds still adhered to their conduct as a people's teacher.

Zhang Weidong did not go to a scientific research institute after graduation, but chose to be a university teacher. On the one hand, there is a reason why he likes college campus life, and another big reason is that he was influenced by his parents. He felt that his parents were great, and he felt that there was a lack of teachers like his parents in this society.

Zhang Weidong's parents now live in the staff dormitory building of No. 3 Middle School in Pushan Town. The house in No. 3 Middle School is a little old, about 60 square meters, and the family of three live in a compact house. Pushan Town No. 3 Middle School was not called this name before, but Xin'an Township Middle School. However, with the withdrawal of the township and the merger of the township, Xin'an Township near Pushan Town was merged into Pushan Town, and Xin'an Township Middle School also became the No. 3 Middle School of Pushan Town.

Zhang Guodong has been diligent in doing things all his life, in response to what Mr. Lu Xun said, "I bow down and be willing to be a cow." It's just that nowadays, people's values have undergone great changes. People like Zhang Guodong will really be ignored and become unknown people. But Zhang Guodong gave birth to a very promising son, that is, Zhang Weidong. Zhang Weidong went to college at the age of 15 and graduated with a doctorate at the age of 23. Now he has become a teacher of Wuzhou University. He is definitely a real promising person in such a rural area as Xin'an Township. Because of Zhang Weidong, Zhang Guodong, a man who has been honest all his life, is barely a well-known figure in Pushan Town No. 3 Middle School. Many people have asked him for education, which makes Zhang Guodong and Yang Yuanjing very proud. They feel that it is worthwhile to raise such a promising son in this life. As for other money, fame and fortune, they look down on it.

The staff dormitory building of No. 3 Middle School in Pushan Town is a six-storey old house. Zhang Weidong's house is on the top floor. It is cold in winter and hot in summer. The floor is high and a little leaky. It is not a good location. When the house was divided, many people went to the leader's house to run away. Zhang Weidong's parents did not run away, so they divided the top floor. For this matter, Zhang Guoyong, a cousin who was close to Zhang Weidong's family, buried his father in front of Zhang Weidong, saying that his father was too honest. He only knew how to immerse himself in teaching, but he did not know how well he could teach, which was not as good as the leader's words. At that time, Zhang Weidong was simple and simple, and he could not understand his cousin's words, but now he stood downstairs in the dormitory, which was already yellow and black on the outer wall, and looked up at his home, but Zhang Weidong understood.

However, Zhang Weidong did not bury his father in his heart like his cousin because he figured it out, but became more and more proud of his father. Isn't it such a real person that China lacks now? If everyone were like his father, would the current society still be like this?

Of course, Zhang Weidong also knows that his ideas are too idealistic, and the social environment is like this. People like his father can only suffer losses and be said to be incompetent.

While sighing, Zhang Weidong felt a very familiar breath coming from behind him and hurriedly turned around.

In the distance, his father was preparing a textbook under his arm and was slowly dragging his tired body towards him.

Zhang Weidong looks like his father in both appearance and figure, with beautiful eyebrows, tall and thin. However, his father is thinner than him, so that he looks a little hunchbacked when he gets older.

Zhang Weidong's father is 50 years old this year, but because he works on the front line of education all year round and works conscientiously, he is only 50 years old and his temples are a little white. In addition, he is relatively thin and a little hunchbacked, so he looks a little old at the age of 50.

Zhang Weidong watched his father dragging his tired footsteps towards him. His nose couldn't help but feel a little sore. He hurriedly called his father from afar, and then quickly greeted him.

Zhang Guodong, who had been standing on the podium for most of the afternoon, was exhausted. Hearing this familiar cry, his whole body suddenly became energetic, and his slightly haggard thin face also became dim.

"Wei Dong, didn't you go to work in the afternoon? I got home so early." Zhang Guodong also accelerated his pace and smiled as he walked.

"A teacher in college is different from your middle school teacher." Zhang Weidong took the textbook under his father's armpit and said with a smile.

"Bad boy, why do you look down on middle school teachers when you become a college teacher!" Before Zhang Weidong finished speaking, Zhang Guodong interrupted with a smile.

"Ha ha, how dare you. I mean, college teachers are easier than middle school teachers, and the time is relatively free. Zhang Weidong laughed.

"It's better to be relaxed, it's better to be relaxed." Zhang Guodong looked at Zhang Weidong lovingly and said with a happy face.

Nowadays, it is sometimes said that it is easy to be a teacher, but you should sincerely have the idea of teaching and educating people. It is absolutely hard work to teach 40 or 50 students in a class. It is not an exaggeration to describe the teacher with the sentence "spring silkworms are coming to death". Zhang Guodong knew that he had worked so hard in his life, which was the cause of his personality. However, people are always selfish. His selfishness is to hope that his son will not follow his old path and that his son will live a better life.

"In fact, Dad can also be the dean or the principal if he wants to, so that he doesn't have to work so hard every day." Zhang Weidong laughed.

"Good boy, the tone of becoming a college teacher has also increased a lot. You think you are the director of the Education Bureau, and you are the principal!" Zhang Guodong gently patted Zhang Weidong on the head with a smile.

"I'm serious. With your seniority, Dad, you will have been the principal long ago." Zhang Weidong said seriously.

"What's the point of being a principal? I don't want to please the leaders all day long, or I'm thinking about this and that all day long. Your father, I'd better be a teacher. Zhang Guodong shook his head disapprovingly.

"That's true, by the way, is Mom back?" When Zhang Weidong saw his father say this, he smiled and didn't insist any more. With his current network, he does have the ability to help his father become a principal, but of course, his father has the intention of becoming an official. Obviously, his father, like him, is more indifferent. However, Zhang Weidong thinks that no official is light, which is not bad. Anyway, when he came back this time, he was going to wash his parents' hair. As long as they cut the hair and wash the marrow, they can have a body far beyond ordinary people. In this way, they are in good health and energetic, and naturally they will not feel tired.

"Hehe, your mother heard that you are coming back today, and she has long been nagging that you have to get off work early today and buy more vegetables. I think she must have made food for you at home now. Today, I also want to borrow the light, and I will have a good meal!" Zhang Guodong laughed.

"Then I will go home if I have nothing to do in the future. Anyway, Wuzhou is not far from our home." Hearing this, Zhang Weidong felt warm in his heart. No matter where he goes, he misses you the most after all.

"Go, go, your boy is so beautiful. If this is the case, our family will not be eaten by you. Zhang Guodong gently patted Zhang Weidong's head again and said.

Zhang Weidong touched his head and said with a smile, "How can you eat poor? Don't forget that your son is a college teacher now. In the future, our family will have a lot of money."

"It's a big tone. Let's wait until you make a lot of money!" Zhang Guodong has no good air.

Zhang Weidong scratched his head, but he almost cut off food some time ago!

Father and son walked home laughing all the way. On the way, they met familiar people in the corridor from time to time. When everyone meets it, it will always exaggerate or say that Dr. Zhang is back, or that Mr. Zhang is back. Zhang Guodong's mouth has not been closed, and his thin face is full of pride.

Zhang Weidong didn't care what others called him. Anyway, he felt very satisfied and happy to see his father's happy expression.

Before he got home, Zhang Weidong smelled the fragrance floating down the corridor. After smelling it for more than 20 years, Zhang Weidong didn't have to distinguish at all and knew that it was his mother who was cooking her specialty, and he couldn't help speeding up his pace.

However, Zhang Weidong was fast, and his father was faster. As he walked, he shouted like a child, "There is meat to eat." He pushed the door open.

After pushing the door in, he reached out to grab something to eat on the plate.

"Wash your hands, are you really a teacher?" As soon as Zhang Guodong stretched out his hand, Yang Yujing had already patted him away with one hand.

"I teach middle school students, not primary school students. I don't talk about this, I don't talk about this." With that, Zhang Guodong stretched out his hand without giving up, but was patted by Yang Yujing again: "Let's eat together when Wei Dong comes back."

"Mom!" Zhang Weidong couldn't help shouting.

When Yang Yuanjing heard this "Mom", her body obviously stiffened, and then suddenly turned around. Seeing that it was her precious son coming back, she immediately piled up a kind smile on her face and said, "Wei Dong is back. Are you tired? Eat your favorite braised pork.

With that, Yang Yuanjing picked up a piece of red meat with chopsticks and stuffed it into Zhang Weidong's mouth. Zhang Weidong hurriedly opened his mouth to catch it.

The familiar smell of meat echoed in his mouth. Zhang Weidong couldn't help sighing, "It's still the most authentic braised pork cooked by my mother."

"Yes, your father, I haven't been tired of eating it for most of my life." Zhang Guodong watched his wife stuff the braised pork into his son's mouth with red eyes, and couldn't help reaching out to get a piece to eat.

This time, Yang Yuanjing didn't embarrass him. He just took a pair of chopsticks and stuffed them into his hand. He said anguly, "I'm old. If I don't wash my hands, can't I even take chopsticks?"

Zhang Guodong took the chopsticks, stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the braised pork, and said to Zhang Weidong, "Did Weidong see it? If you don't go home, your father can't even eat a piece of braised pork."