Phi-Fic Chapter 1047: Being Frustrated Again
Chapter 1047: Being Frustrated Again
Chapter 1047: Being Frustrated Again
I walked into the school and sat down.
The teacher began to sit down.
The class officially began.
When the teacher was teaching, the classroom was filled with the fragrance of ink. The teacher in fluttering Confucian robes stood with a scroll in his hand. The sound of his ink was like the sound of a spring, passing through the rustling sound between paper and pen, leading the mind to wander in the ocean of ancient books.
In the classroom designed in ancient style, sunlight shines through the windows onto the wooden desks. The teacher stands on the podium, holding an old copy of the Classic of Mountains and Seas. His voice is deep and magnetic, as if he can bring the students into a mysterious world.
The students sat together, listening attentively to the teacher's description of those strange creatures and myths and legends. The teacher's explanation was vivid and interesting. He pointed to the illustrations in the book with his fingers, allowing the students to understand each magical existence more intuitively.
When the teacher talked about Xingtian, the students' eyes sparkled with curiosity, as if they saw the headless giant wielding a huge axe and fighting against heaven and earth. And when the teacher talked about Jingwei filling the sea, the students were amazed at Jingwei's perseverance.
In this small classroom, the stories in the Classic of Mountains and Seas let the students feel the profoundness of ancient culture and also stimulated their desire to explore the unknown world. The teacher's explanation is like a key, opening a door in the students' hearts and allowing them to swim in the ocean of knowledge.
Small actions outside the classroom.
Three heads came close together, whispering softly.
Shui Furong: "Wow, Chen'er Jing'er, is there a similar story happening in your mother's library?"
Yelu Beichen: "Uh, yes!"
Yelu Jing'er: "But it's not as exciting as what the Master said!"
Because there are so many people in the class, many people share their stories.
Therefore, people must know how to share!
In this bustling world, a heart that knows how to share is like the first flower blooming in spring, warm and full of vitality. People are often trapped by themselves and forget that the true meaning of life lies in giving and receiving. However, those who are willing to open their hearts and pass on the happiness and joy in their hands to others, their smiles are like sunshine, illuminating everything around them. Sharing is not only an act, but also a flow of emotions, a bridge connecting hearts, allowing love to be passed silently between people.
Soon, the whole morning had passed in class.
Next, it was time for lunch.
The three of them looked listless, or dejected and depressed.
The three of them sat around the table, having another frustrating meal. Yelu Jing'er: "Rong'er, what recipes do you have?"
Shui Furong: "Same!"
Shui Furong: "It tastes pretty good!"
Yelu Jing'er: "Chen'er?"
Jing'er turned around, looked at Yelu Chen'er, and asked him the same question.
Yelu Beichen: "Hey!"
Yelu Beichen looked very disappointed.
He sighed helplessly and continued speaking.
Yelu Beichen: "Hey, no crayfish for me!"
What an extreme person he is. He treats people differently based on their appearance. He has been suffering from injustice and frustration since he was a child!
The oppressive life is like the sun covered by dark clouds. It has a blazing light, but it can never penetrate the thick haze. It makes people feel heavy in their hearts, as if every step is in the mud, and it is difficult to move forward but unable to break free. With such gloomy and confused hearts, the three people had to comfort each other.
Yelu Jing'er: "Okay, Chen'er, don't be sad!"