I'll Wait for You in the Future - Chapter 11: Opening the Door to the World

People fear rust; once you close the door to the outside world,
the lock will rust, others can’t get in,
and you can’t get out either.

“Although I can’t walk the same path with you, I promise I’ll walk my own path seriously, so when you look back, you won’t worry about me.”

Chen Xiaowu was processing his withdrawal from school while everyone was in class.

Liu Dazhi glanced over as Chen Xiaowu walked past the hallway. Liu Dazhi kept staring, but Chen Xiaowu didn’t look back, walking straight ahead. It seemed Chen Xiaowu hadn’t prepared himself for this goodbye. Graduation is sad; this was even sadder. Graduation means everyone goes their separate ways; this time, only Chen Xiaowu was leaving.

After class, Liu Dazhi rushed out of the classroom. Chen Xiaowu was indeed at the abandoned building where they kept Wooden Bucket.

“Done?”

“Done.” Liu Dazhi sat beside Chen Xiaowu.

“I’m finally free from being last; I don’t have to worry about cheating on homework anymore.”

Liu Dazhi patted Chen Xiaowu’s shoulder, “Yeah, congratulations.”

“I’m leaving; Wooden Bucket is yours now. Feed him twice a day. If you’re lonely after school, find Chen Tong; he’s a pretty good guy. Remember to visit me; I might not have time to find you guys.”

“Can you stop talking like you’re saying your last words? Want to go back to class?”

Chen Xiaowu thought for a moment, and the two walked towards the classroom. Dropping out isn’t shameful; he’s the one supporting his family. The noisy classroom fell silent. Chen Xiaowu felt a little awkward; he wasn’t popular, and his sudden disappearance wouldn’t be noticed by many.

Shi Tou spoke first, “Chen Xiaowu, you’re quick; you beat us to it.”

Chen Xiaowu and Shi Tou weren’t close; their only similarity was their poor grades, a kind of unspoken understanding. The warning bell rang, urging Chen Xiaowu to leave. Chen Xiaowu thought for a moment, walking to the podium and bowing to the class. He recalled many things—his repeated tardiness, being made to stand, the anxiety of being called on, the applause during the 5000-meter race, bringing bean sprouts, tofu, and soy milk to class, the students’ joy and enthusiasm.

Goodbye, my youth.
Goodbye, my classmates.

Chen Xiaowu smiled, walking towards the back door. He stopped by Liu Dazhi, opened his bag, and handed him a pen, “This is the most expensive thing I own; I bought it with my last year’s New Year’s money. Take it; let’s both flourish in our own worlds.”

Liu Dazhi, wanting to avoid a heavy atmosphere, took the pen, “Thanks for your ‘legacy’; I’ll live well, carrying your wishes. Any other last words?” He still didn’t know how to handle goodbyes.

“Remember you asked who I liked?” Chen Xiaowu suddenly put his arm around Liu Dazhi’s neck, whispering in his ear, “I like Dingdang. Hehe!” Chen Xiaowu looked at Liu Dazhi, feeling relieved.

It turned out Dingdang was the one! Liu Dazhi’s heart was in turmoil. Chen Xiaowu was blind! But Liu Dazhi had to pretend to be calm; after all, he’d earned Chen Xiaowu’s trust, and he had to reciprocate. Liu Dazhi put his arm around Chen Xiaowu’s neck, whispering, “Actually, I think I like Weixiao.”

“This is a secret? Everyone in the class knows except you and Weixiao,” Chen Xiaowu pointed at the class. Liu Dazhi quickly removed his hand. Liu Dazhi whispered again, “I mean, what I said at the concert was true; I really like Weixiao.” Liu Dazhi watched Chen Xiaowu smile, feeling that sharing this secret had transformed them from good friends into true brothers.

Teenagers can be more childish than girls.

“You put in the effort;
you have the right to watch the show.”

Miss Yang stood solemnly at Hao Huigui’s dorm door.

“Teacher Hao, aren’t you going to the private high school with Director He?”

Hao Huigui was startled.

“I saw your name wasn’t on the transfer list, but Director He said you were going.”

“Are you leaving too? How many people?”

“From grades one to three, twenty teachers, and some top students are transferring. Teacher Hao, this is a great opportunity.”

“Won’t this affect the students’ college entrance exams?”

“As long as the teachers are there, the city guarantees the college entrance exam results. The rest is handled by the higher-ups.”

“Miss Yang, please don’t go,” Hao Huigui blurted out.

“Actually, I don’t want to go either, but they promised bonuses for every student who gets into university, and free room and board from now until the college entrance exams. I thought that if a student truly wants to study, it doesn’t matter where they are, and the conditions there are better.” Miss Yang was also conflicted.

News of Director He’s plan to transfer teachers and some students to another school quickly spread throughout Hunan No. 5 High, causing widespread anxiety among staff and students. Parents were also alarmed, frantically inquiring about the transfers. Zheng Wei, the top student in the science class, was among those transferring, along with thirty-three other students from the key science classes. Seventeen students from the liberal arts class were also leaving. For a time, the school’s leadership, Hao Huigui, other teachers, students, and parents were thrown into chaos.

Hao Huigui first sought out Director He, attempting to persuade him to reconsider. He’d already anticipated the outcome—a humiliating rebuke from Director He, implying that staying at Hunan No. 5 High would be a waste of his youth. Hao Huigui asked Director He, “Director, don’t you think this sudden upheaval will severely harm this year’s college entrance exam candidates?” Director He shook his head, “Teacher Hao, I have no choice. As you know, even if we don’t transfer this year, there will be new students next year. And the other school offers better teacher benefits, more respect for teachers, and a greater desire for high-achieving students. As one of Hunan’s outstanding young teachers, I sincerely hope you’ll teach at a better institution.”

Now Hao Huigui had to face anxious students.

“Teacher Hao, I heard Miss Yang won’t be teaching us anymore; who will teach us English?”
“Teacher Hao, my mom wants me to transfer because the teachers at the other school are better…”
“Teacher Hao, my family has some pressure; the other school says high-achieving students get free room and board, so I want to transfer…”
Parents arrived daily, “Teacher Hao, will you be leaving?”
“Teacher Hao, my child’s math score is crucial, so we plan to transfer with the math teacher.”
“Teacher Hao, if we stay, will Hunan No. 5 High reduce fees or offer scholarships?”

Fortunately, Chen Tong, the top student, had no intention of transferring, relieving Hao Huigui somewhat. Ironically, Director He was urging Wang Daqian to transfer Weixiao to the new school. Wang Daqian also approached Hao Huigui, expressing his concerns. He said he’d known Director He for many years and that Director He had assured him he would help Weixiao get into a key university. Hao Huigui was so angry he almost blurted out, “Uncle Wang, we’ve known each other for thirty years; you knew me when I was in elementary school!” But he couldn’t say it; he couldn’t find a better reason to persuade Wang Daqian, only suggesting he reconsider.

If Weixiao transferred, would she still go to America? If she left now, her relationships with everyone would inevitably weaken, and she wouldn’t contact them again after going to America. Initially, Hao Huigui was overwhelmed by the influx of information, feeling like he was at the epicenter of a storm. Gradually, he calmed down, trying to clarify the situation. His most important task was to help Liu Dazhi and his friends improve, to help them become better people. In this process, he realized he was also changing his own perspectives.

Before leaving the group, Chen Xiaowu had already decided what he wanted to do. However, Weixiao and Liu Dazhi’s relationship had soured after the concert confession, only to improve during their collaborative news project. But Hao Huigui didn’t know Weixiao’s current feelings. If he failed to significantly improve Weixiao and Liu Dazhi’s relationship during his time here, his return would be considered a failure.

Therefore, he had to keep Weixiao. Hao Huigui decided to write a letter to Wang Daqian. Instead of guaranteeing Weixiao’s admission to a key university, he wrote about Wang Daqian’s upcoming demolition project, knowing it would consume most of his time for the next few years. He wrote:

Dear Mr. Wang, your upcoming government demolition project will undoubtedly occupy most of your time for the next few years. Therefore, this year is crucial for Weixiao. If she transfers, she’ll need time to adapt to a new environment and face your reduced presence at home. Hunan No. 5 High is a familiar environment for her, with many friends. Given Weixiao’s academic performance, she’ll easily get into a key university, especially with Chen Tong in the key science class; they can help each other. Considering the overall situation, as Weixiao’s current homeroom teacher, I don’t want her life to undergo multiple changes simultaneously.

Hao Huigui emphasized the project’s importance, hoping Wang Daqian would understand his concerns. He knew Wang Daqian would inevitably focus on the demolition project in the future. Hao Huigui believed Wang Daqian would agree after reading this letter. He sealed the letter, then picked up the list of other students planning to transfer—Feng Meili, Gu Dahai (from the countryside), Su Xin (excellent writing, poor math), Xing Jiayun (top oral English speaker in the city). Xing Jiayun, despite her family’s reliance on farming, dreamed of attending university and traveling to an English-speaking country. Hao Huigui thought of each student, their faces vividly appearing before him. He knew that this parting might be their last encounter; many people’s lives are altered by a single choice, a single turn, becoming a farewell, a final meeting.

Setting down the list, Hao Huigui sighed.

On Monday after school, the liberal arts class held a final parent-teacher meeting for the students planning to transfer. The atmosphere was heavy, with a sense of helplessness. Some students wept quietly. Hao Huigui also felt a pang of sadness. After concluding the meeting, Hao Huigui looked at his students; leaving this classroom meant a difficult farewell. He took out a stack of letters from his folder—letters he’d written to each student last night. He walked to each student, handing them a letter, then said, “Continue working hard wherever you go.”

The students were surprised, Feng Meili opening hers first.

The letter read:

Meili, the first time I saw you was when Director He brought me to the liberal arts class.
He asked why you didn’t attend the college entrance exam mobilization meeting, and you earnestly explained the importance of studying. At that moment, I knew you were a very serious girl. Regardless of right or wrong, you’re willing to show your true self to others.
During this time, I’ve seen your diligence and efforts to improve; I’ve noticed everything. I originally thought we had more time to interact and influence each other, but now it seems unlikely. Therefore, I have a few hopes for you:
1. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself; don’t tell yourself you must get into Peking University. Studying should be enjoyable; getting into Peking University should also be enjoyable. If you can’t find joy in it, many things will become a huge burden in your life.
…………
2. Among all your subjects, your politics score is the weakest. You can approach it like you study history. Your history scores are excellent because you’re interested; the ancients are thinking for you. Approach politics the same way; add your own thoughts, understand everything, and your scores will naturally improve.
…………
Hao Huigui

Halfway through, Feng Meili burst into tears upon reading Hao Huigui’s advice against putting too much pressure on herself. Her mother, unaware of what was happening, snatched the letter, deeply moved by Hao Huigui’s words.

Seventeen students and their parents didn’t immediately leave, standing in their seats, looking at the final letters Hao Huigui had written for them.

Time seemed to slow down; sobs filled the classroom. Hao Huigui took a deep breath, looking out the window.

Clouds drifted in the sky, merging and separating, like human relationships.

A heartfelt farewell is like taking a photograph, capturing the best memories. Knowing they must part, yet feeling so much happiness, leaving without regret might be another name for happiness, he thought. Feng Meili’s mother left first; Feng Meili, wiping her tears, hugged her textbooks and exercise books, following her mother. Hao Huigui said in his heart: Goodbye, I hope everything gets better for you. Feng Meili walked a few steps, then said to her mother, “Mom, can I not transfer?” Her mother looked back at her daughter. Feng Meili wanted to cry but held back, her eyes brimming with tears. After a long silence, her mother nodded.

Feng Meili, smiling through her tears, returned to her seat with her books and exercise books. Hao Huigui watched her in confusion. Feng Meili lowered her head, suppressing her tears, then lifted her head, sniffing to stop the tears. She reorganized her books on her desk, then said to Hao Huigui, “Teacher Hao, see you tomorrow.”

Hao Huigui, who had been holding back his tears, finally burst into tears at these three words. He quickly turned to face the blackboard, unwilling to show his emotions. Then he heard students saying, “Teacher Hao, see you tomorrow,” some softly, some with sobs, even parents saying it. Hao Huigui didn’t turn around, simply raising his right hand in acknowledgment. He never expected to be so moved by his students; he wasn’t someone who actively cared for others or interacted with those he didn’t know well. Last night, he’d written those letters not to persuade them to stay but to cherish the time they’d spent together. And most of them chose to stay because of his farewell letters.

It turns out that when you completely give up and face things anew, there’s a chance for a new beginning. This isn’t a complex truth, but Hao Huigui only truly understood it today.

“Although we were rivals, without you,
I would have lost half my meaning.”

Before leaving, Zheng Wei specifically sought out Chen Tong. Chen Tong wasn’t there, so Zheng Wei decided to leave a message through Weixiao, also saying goodbye to Weixiao.

Zheng Wei felt a little awkward in front of Weixiao: “I wanted to say this to Chen Tong in person, but it seems I won’t have the chance. I truly considered him a friend; I deeply admire him. What I worked hard to achieve, he accomplished effortlessly. Because of him, I had a goal. That’s how I saw him. I’m transferring, but I’ll definitely get into Tsinghua; you should also work hard.” Zheng Wei adjusted his glasses.

Weixiao was also moved, nodding, promising to tell Chen Tong.

Then, Zheng Wei smiled, “I wrote a confession letter to you a long time ago, but that idiot Liu Dazhi ruined it. I still have the letter; I hope I’ll have a chance to give it to you in the future.”

Weixiao also smiled; the boys in the science class were actually quite cute.

“I hope you’ll continue working hard wherever you go. With the science geniuses gone, it’s our liberal arts class’s turn to shine this year.”

“Okay, goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

“Oh, right.” Zheng Wei, about to leave, turned back, standing at the classroom door, shouting to Liu Dazhi, who was doing his homework, “Hey, I heard your grades have improved, and your fighting skills have also gotten better. I hope we can have a fight in university; I’m going to Tsinghua.”

Liu Dazhi looked up, smiling at Zheng Wei, whom he’d once disliked, nodding emphatically twice. Watching Zheng Wei leave, he felt a strange sense of loss; they weren’t close friends, yet he felt this way.

Many students came to say goodbye to Miss Yang, tears flowing freely.

Suddenly, Wang Weiguo burst into the office.

“Miss Yang, you’re transferring? Why didn’t you tell me?” Wang Weiguo asked directly.

“I…” Miss Yang didn’t know how to respond.

“If you leave, what will I do?” Wang Weiguo, usually taciturn, said.

Miss Yang was stunned; she hadn’t expected Wang Weiguo to be so direct.

“I… I hadn’t thought about it.” Miss Yang felt embarrassed.

“Miss Yang, stay! For me! I want to be with you!” Wang Weiguo unexpectedly knelt down.

The previously somber office atmosphere suddenly became dramatic. What was happening? Everyone was stunned, Miss Yang most of all. This wasn’t in her life plan. The man she admired should be sophisticated and humorous; Wang Weiguo was just a simple weightlifting champion, a physically strong but insensitive PE teacher. What good was it that he could lift a fat guy with one hand?

I can’t entrust my life to a PE teacher.

Then Miss Yang said, “Okay.”

Miss Yang had intended to ask him to stand, wanting to avoid embarrassment, but these two words slipped out. What? Not only was she and everyone else shocked, but Wang Weiguo was also stunned.

Wang Weiguo stared at Miss Yang. Miss Yang’s face flushed red. Was it because he gave her a sense of security? Or because he’d always been there for her? Wang Weiguo was jealous, often seeking her out, and everyone joked about him at gatherings. She knew every detail about Wang Weiguo; had she already fallen for him?

Miss Yang touched her forehead, “Oh, my god!” Wang Weiguo stood up, excitedly and forcefully hugging Miss Yang, lifting her into the air.

“Miss Yang isn’t leaving! She isn’t leaving!”

The office erupted in applause. Witnessing this sudden shift, seeing the PE teacher he’d once looked down upon, Hao Huigui admired their ability to express their true feelings at a crucial moment.

Many students were so happy they cried, hugging Wang Weiguo and Miss Yang. At that moment, a junior high student approached Weixiao, asking her to go to Principal Zhou’s office.

“Me?” Weixiao thought, this probably wasn’t good news.

Principal Zhou first praised Weixiao for her decision not to transfer, then apologized for shutting down the broadcasting station. He engaged in small talk, then finally asked, “Weixiao, I heard your father took on a government demolition project, right? I heard there are different policies for different residents. Could you ask your father about preferential policies for those of our level?” It had taken him a long time to get to the point.

“Principal Zhou, should I tell my dad to come find you?”
“Oh, no need to trouble yourself. Why don’t you make an appointment for me to visit him instead?”
“Okay. Is there anything else, Principal?”
“No, just remember to let me know once you’ve made the appointment.”

Sometimes, a smile truly makes this world feel complex and annoying, especially when dealing with adults. They fully understand their own hypocrisy, yet believe their disguises are flawless. Outside Principal Zhou’s office, Liu Dazhi ran over, excitedly saying, “Weixiao, guess what? We’re neighbors now!”

Houses, again, houses.

Weixiao ignored him. Liu Dazhi continued, “Now that we’re neighbors, I can go to your place for dinner every day!”

Weixiao stopped and asked, “Do you really like eating that much?”
“Huh?”
Weixiao glanced at him and walked back to the classroom.

“I always felt my destiny was controlled by others,
but I can also change how others view me.”

The transfer issue settled down without causing major disruptions to the liberal arts class. The school praised Hao Huigui profusely, promising him He Shifu’s position in a few years.

So this is what promotion feels like. Hao Huigui didn’t care about He Shifu’s position; he cared about this feeling. It turns out that as long as you do your job well, avoid trouble, and treat your students kindly, someone will notice. Everyone was busy preparing for the college entrance exams. Liu Dazhi occasionally went with Hao Tiemei to visit Chen Xiaowu. Every time they visited, Chen Xiaowu greeted them warmly, asking about school and their studies. But gradually, Liu Dazhi felt a subtle change in his relationship with Chen Xiaowu. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but it felt like their conversations were short, and Chen Xiaowu would quickly get busy trimming bean sprouts, changing water, or chatting with customers, seemingly ignoring Liu Dazhi. It wasn’t intentional, but Liu Dazhi felt Chen Xiaowu had changed. He wondered if he was being too sensitive.

One day, Liu Dazhi invited everyone to see Chen Xiaowu, wanting to confirm his suspicions. From afar, Chen Xiaowu’s bean sprout stall had few customers; he was looking down at something. As they approached, the moment Chen Xiaowu heard “Xiaowu,” he acted like he’d been electrocuted, quickly shoving a book under the table, then standing up to greet them with a smile, “You’re here!”

They chatted by the bean sprout stall, first about school, then the market, everyone seemingly searching for conversation topics. Soon, Chen Xiaowu started working again, changing water, moving bean sprouts, chatting while working. They glanced at each other, sensing they were disrupting his work, so they said goodbye, promising to visit again.

Chen Xiaowu walked them to the street corner.

Liu Dazhi secretly returned, watching Chen Xiaowu from behind a wall. Chen Xiaowu glanced over, then sat back down at his stall, no longer busy, just staring blankly for a while, then pulling a book from under the table. Liu Dazhi remembered Chen Xiaowu’s parting words, “I’m leaving; don’t be sad.” He was indeed sad, sad that he had friends, but Chen Xiaowu was alone. He could imagine Chen Xiaowu’s loneliness. Before, Chen Xiaowu would forget things just by seeing a book cover; now, he was reading something he’d once hated. But Liu Dazhi couldn’t do anything; when a good friend is down, any comfort feels like showing off; he had to overcome it himself. Perhaps everyone goes through this, but Chen Xiaowu was just first. Passing a stationery store, Liu Dazhi bought a new notebook. Dingdang laughed, asking if he was starting over. Over the next few days, Liu Dazhi meticulously copied his notes from his old notebook into the new one. Chen Xiaowu might not understand these formulas and problems, but Liu Dazhi hoped he could still feel the camaraderie from those days in this notebook, not because he’d learn anything, but because he’d understand that they hadn’t abandoned him.

Just as Liu Dazhi was finishing copying his notes, Chen Tong told him Chen Xiaowu had been involved in a fight and was at the police station.

“It must be a misunderstanding! Someone must have deliberately picked a fight with him; he would never fight; he has his parents, younger siblings to think about!” Liu Dazhi refused to believe it.

“Apparently, some thugs came to collect protection money, and Xiaowu rallied several stall owners to refuse, leading to a minor conflict, with some public property damaged.”

“What do we do now? We have to get him out!”

“Let’s go to the police station after school; we need to get him out before his family worries.”

“Why don’t we ask Teacher Hao for leave and go now? The longer we wait, the worse it’ll be, especially since his father just recovered.”

“Okay, I’ll get the car; you ask Teacher Hao for leave.”

Liu Dazhi anxiously waited outside the police station; Chen Tong had been inside for over ten minutes. Finally, Chen Xiaowu emerged, his face bruised. Seeing Liu Dazhi, he looked embarrassed. A chubby police officer said to Chen Xiaowu, “Considering you’re Chen Tong’s classmate, we’ll let you off this time. A student shouldn’t be fighting; focus on your studies. If you cause trouble again, watch out!”

Chen Tong thanked the officer. Chen Xiaowu came down the steps. Liu Dazhi rushed over, “You okay? Amazing! You actually rallied everyone to resist those thugs!” Chen Xiaowu gave a self-deprecating smile, wanting to say something but deciding against it; this was his own life, unrelated to them.

“You should thank Chen Tong; if it weren’t for him, you’d still be inside.”

Chen Xiaowu turned to Chen Tong, “Thank you.”

“Did the fight solve anything?” Chen Tong asked.

“They probably won’t come back anytime soon.”

“Good. They need a lesson; not everyone can be bullied.”

“Mm.”

“What’s wrong? You seem unhappy.”

“Nothing…”

On the way back to the market, Liu Dazhi kept asking about what happened; Chen Xiaowu answered briefly. Chen Tong sensed Chen Xiaowu might not want to talk to Liu Dazhi, so he said, “Dazhi, you stay with Xiaowu; I have something to do at school.”

“You leave, how do I get back?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll leave you with Xiaowu; you two can chat.” Chen Tong smiled, “Xiaowu, take care of Dazhi. Dazhi, I’ll bring your bag home after school; you don’t need to go back.” Chen Tong sped off on his bike. Liu Dazhi was a little confused but didn’t dwell on it, asking Chen Xiaowu, “What’s wrong with you? Acting all secretive and mysterious like a girl.”

“I’m hungry; let’s get something to eat.”

“Okay, you’re the boss; you treat.”

With Chen Tong gone, Chen Xiaowu finally opened up.

At a street stall, Chen Xiaowu recounted the incident. There were only ten or so thugs, but hundreds of stall owners in the market paid protection money and management fees. The thugs often harassed them, and the police did nothing. Chen Xiaowu rallied the stall owners on his street to refuse, negotiating with the thugs. He’d calmly reasoned with them, but the thugs knew the stall owners preferred avoiding trouble, so they threatened the others. Some stall owners wavered, offering to pay less, just to get it over with. Chen Xiaowu refused, and the thugs attacked first, forcing him to fight back.

“What happened after that? Weren’t you afraid of retaliation?” Liu Dazhi poured Chen Xiaowu a beer.

“Hiding isn’t a solution; I need to be proactive.” Chen Xiaowu said seriously.

“How?”

“I’ll talk to every stall owner in the market, one by one. We need to unite; why should hundreds of us be afraid of ten thugs? If we all refuse, what can they do?”

“Wow, Xiaowu, you’re so brave now! You’ve really got guts!”

“Don’t make fun of me. Don’t you think people like us deserve to be bullied? They bullied my dad, other stall owners, and now me. If no one resists, will their sons bully my sons? Is it because we’re powerless and have no background that people look down on us?”

“Maybe… they think you’re easy targets, without connections, and afraid of trouble, unwilling to take responsibility.” Liu Dazhi didn’t know why he said this; wasn’t it adding fuel to the fire? But he felt he should say it; sometimes, comfort and deception are similar; both the speaker and listener understand. He suddenly remembered something, turning around, lifting his shirt to reveal a notebook tucked into his waistband, soaked with sweat.

“It’s all wet! I swear this is a new notebook! I completely forgot about it!”

“What’s this?”

“It’s for you; I haven’t finished copying everything yet, but you won’t understand anyway.”

Chen Xiaowu opened the notebook, filled with neatly written formulas. “You gave this to me?”

“Mm. For you.”

Chen Xiaowu flipped through the pages, one by one, until the end. He hadn’t understood any of it before, and he still didn’t now, but this time, he looked at it very carefully, page by page.

“Feeling touched? When you’re lonely, look at this; you’ll feel we’re still with you.”

Chen Xiaowu put the notebook aside, saying nothing, finishing his beer.

“You know our feelings; the key is you; you have to be strong, don’t back down.”

“I swear, even if I’m not educated, as long as my heart is good, I shouldn’t be bullied! I have to show them that even someone selling vegetables can succeed!”

“You succeed, you support me.”

“Okay! I’ll support you!”

“You also have to support my parents!”

“I’ll support your whole family!”

“When I get married to Weixiao, you also have to support us!”

“Okay!”

“What if I have kids…”

“Okay, okay, we’ll all support you, okay?”

Liu Dazhi and Chen Xiaowu continued their rambling conversation, both engrossed.

The stall owner looked at them and asked her husband, who was cooking, “You tricked me the same way back then; now I work with you every day, and I’m so tired.”

The husband chuckled. They’d planned to just grab a quick bite, but Liu Dazhi and Chen Xiaowu sat there until nine o’clock. What were they talking about? Two seventeen-year-olds, pretending to be adults, discussing their futures. From their hopes and dreams to how to sell bean sprouts better, to how to avoid repeating the same day over and over. They talked about Liu Dazhi’s limitless possibilities, what he’d do if he got into university.

It’s truly interesting to find someone to discuss life with.

“My little brother’s in elementary school now; he can help me deliver bean sprouts, so I’ll add a delivery service; I can sell even more each day.” Chen Xiaowu spoke confidently about the future.

“That’s great! Cheers!”

“Don’t drink so much; you’re still a student; have some Coke. I’m the Bean Sprout King of Hunan Market; I’ll drink beer. Boss! A Coke, please!”

Fueled by the alcohol, Chen Xiaowu talked about hearing Dingdang on the radio, how he wrote her letters without leaving a return address, how he wanted to confess but missed the chance. Liu Dazhi said, “Need help from your brother? I’ll handle my sister.” Chen Xiaowu quickly waved his hands, “Please don’t! I beg you! You know how much Dingdang hates you; she hates me less than she hates you; please don’t say anything; otherwise, you’ll ruin my life!”

“Why are you still so sober? This is boring; let’s drink more!” Liu Dazhi drank Coke, Chen Xiaowu drank beer.

“How’s Wooden Bucket?”

“He’s doing great; I feed him twice a day; he’s growing fast and smart. He hides from others but runs to us when we come.”

“I miss him too!” Chen Xiaowu was a little drunk.

Fueled by the alcohol, Liu Dazhi asked, “Why do you always seem to avoid us?” Chen Xiaowu looked at the distant streetlights, smiling, “I feel I’m not good enough, not worthy of seeing you, and I always waste your time.”

“You think too much.”

“Before, I didn’t think enough.”

They continued chatting, seemingly endlessly, realizing there was so much to talk about. They talked about Teacher Hao, feeling lucky to have met him. From constantly punishing themselves to having someone stand behind them, in such a short time, so much had happened, and he was always there.

“I’ll become a successful person and won’t disappoint Teacher Hao!” Chen Xiaowu said.

“I’ll become someone like Teacher Hao.” Liu Dazhi suddenly laughed.

They talked about the future, their parents, themselves, copying homework, Teacher Hao, the sports meet, Wooden Bucket, the Keds, Liu Dazhi’s concert confession… They talked until Chen Xiaowu started crying.

Liu Dazhi held Chen Xiaowu’s arms, “What’s wrong?”

Chen Xiaowu pushed him away, his eyes red, a little drunk, sobbing, “Liu Dazhi, we’ve been best friends since elementary school; whatever you did, I was always the first to join you—playing games, selling beer bottles, collecting scrap—I thought you’d be sad and lonely when I left, but I didn’t expect you to become so close to Chen Tong so quickly! Did he ever help you collect beer bottles? Did he know where we copied homework? Of course, it’s great that you two are close, but he surpassed me so quickly; don’t you think you never considered me a true friend?!”

Liu Dazhi was stunned; was Chen Xiaowu jealous of Chen Tong?

Liu Dazhi really wanted to laugh, but as he listened, he felt deeply moved. It turned out he was so important to Chen Xiaowu. He threw his arms around Chen Xiaowu: “Don’t worry, don’t worry, you’ll always be number one.”

Who says only girls get jealous? When boys get jealous, it’s truly terrifying.

Before, Liu Dazhi and Chen Xiaowu would just hang out, killing time. But now, because of Hao Huigui, they encouraged each other more, understanding each other’s paths and offering more support. Sometimes, when you say someone has changed, maybe they haven’t; perhaps your relationship hasn’t reached a point where you truly understand each other’s inner selves.

At 17, Liu Dazhi faced one wave after another in life. Each time he weathered a storm, he could appreciate the tranquility after the tide receded, waiting for the next wave to crash. If his parents’ divorce and Chen Xiaowu’s dropping out were just ripples in his youthful ocean, then Wang Daqian’s impending crisis was a tsunami in his life.

“Remember the things we did together? Although time can’t be turned back, we can do those things again.”

Wang Daqian’s project was proceeding smoothly, although there were some resident protests and worker injuries, all resolved efficiently. Every day, seeing Weixiao at school, Hao Huigui secretly observed her expression. If she was happy, it meant her father’s project hadn’t encountered any problems; if she seemed off, something might have happened.

For many days, Weixiao showed no unusual signs. Hao Huigui recalled the timeline repeatedly; it should have already happened by now. But Hao Huigui also knew that his presence subtly altered the speed of events, just like Director He’s job change, which happened half a year earlier. Could Wang Daqian’s project also be delayed?

Hao Huigui was pondering this in his office when Weixiao suddenly burst in, her face serious and tense. He was prepared, but still nervous. He felt proud to be able to help Weixiao, but also worried she might lose control and burst into tears.

Hao Huigui swallowed hard; the moment to show his manliness had finally arrived. He would make Weixiao understand that besides her father, he was also someone she could rely on.

“Teacher Hao, what should I do?”

“Don’t worry, don’t be nervous. Teacher Hao has seen it all. As long as you believe in me, I’ll help you wholeheartedly. There are no insurmountable obstacles in life; as long as you have confidence, there will be a good outcome.”

Weixiao suddenly fell silent. *What’s wrong with Teacher Hao? Why is he saying so much?*

“Weixiao, speak. Teacher Hao just got a little carried away.”

“Teacher Hao, it’s like this. Our school’s annual New Year’s Day performance is coming up, and each class needs to present a program. The principal assigned it to our class, but we’ve never participated before; what should we do?”

*What?!*

All his carefully cultivated emotions were suddenly directed at this! Hao Huigui had participated in this performance in his senior year, and it was a nightmare. Back then, no one in the liberal arts class wanted to participate, so all twenty boys decided to perform a Little Tigers [小虎隊 (Xiaohudui)] dance medley. After a month of grueling practice, they were ready to perform, only to discover the stage wasn’t big enough for twenty people. The shorter students were left out. Hao Huigui had practiced for a month, only to be denied the chance to perform, forced to dance backstage to the music. That performance was very popular, and the girls’ screams afterward made Hao Huigui incredibly annoyed! Why should he be denied the chance to perform just because he was short?! Even now, the memory still rankled. He decided to have three people perform, showcasing their best, so he said to Weixiao, “Don’t worry, find Chen Tong and Liu Dazhi, and another boy; three people performing Little Tigers’ ‘Green Apple Paradise’ [青蘋果樂園 (Qing Pingguo Leyuan)] will definitely be popular.”

“Can they dance?”

“No problem.”

“I’m afraid they won’t learn.”

“They’ll definitely learn!”

Weixiao imagined the scene; if they learned it, it would be pretty good. Before leaving, Hao Huigui stopped her: “Is everything alright at home?”

“Everything’s fine.”

“Is your dad busy lately?”

“Mm?”

“Is he in a good mood?”

“He’s in a good mood.”

“I see…”

“Teacher Hao, are you also interested in the demolition project’s benefits?” Weixiao had recently grown to dislike people asking about her father, always circling around the topic of new houses.

“Ah, no, no, no. I’m not interested.” Hao Huigui quickly waved his hand. “Go quickly; just find three people for the Little Tigers.”

Chen Tong and Liu Dazhi were stunned. Liu Dazhi imagined Chen Tong’s tall, sturdy frame and started laughing. Chen Tong and Weixiao imagined Liu Dazhi’s comical rabbit dance and couldn’t help but smile.

“No way, no way, Teacher Hao’s joking,” Chen Tong said incredulously.

“It seems he’s serious,” Weixiao casually picked up a magazine from the nearby desk; it had a large photo of the Little Tigers. Liu Dazhi imagined himself looking handsome on stage and became excited.

“Let’s do it! Let’s do it! Let’s do it!” Liu Dazhi was energized. “But we need three people; who’s the third?” There weren’t many boys in the liberal arts class, and several had transferred; they discussed all the remaining boys, finding none suitable.

“How about…” Weixiao suggested, “Xiaowu?”

“I think that’s great! Chen Tong, what do you think?” Liu Dazhi asked.

Chen Tong naturally agreed. If Chen Xiaowu joined, he’d be happy; they could be together again, and he wouldn’t feel so lonely. But Liu Dazhi worried that Chen Xiaowu, having dropped out, might not be eligible to participate.

“It’s not a competition; he’s still a classmate,” Weixiao reassured Liu Dazhi.

The market was closing; Chen Xiaowu was packing up when Weixiao and Liu Dazhi appeared.

“Xiaowu, we need your help.” Liu Dazhi spoke first.

“Ah?”

“We know this is difficult, but it’s important to us.”

“I have a feeling this won’t be good.”

“You’re right; it’s not good.” Liu Dazhi grinned.

“Stop bickering. Xiaowu, our class needs to present a program for the New Year’s Day performance; Teacher Hao wants you, Dazhi, and Chen Tong to perform a Little Tigers dance,” Weixiao explained.

“Dance? You might as well ask me to jump off a building.”

“See, I told you so; he definitely won’t agree.”

“Dazhi, don’t blame me; I’ve already tried my best. I really don’t have time; I have to prepare the bean sprouts every day.”

“Don’t worry, Chen Tong and I will practice with you after you finish work.”

“Find someone else; I really don’t have time, man.”

Liu Dazhi realized Chen Xiaowu was still jealous of Chen Tong.

“It’s because of Chen Tong, right? Don’t worry; you’re always number one here.” Liu Dazhi leaned close to Chen Xiaowu, pointing to his heart.

“Oh, I was drunk that day; don’t take it seriously. Chen Tong’s a good guy; he’s been helping me. I really don’t have time.”

“You haven’t seen Dingdang in a while, right? She’ll be in the audience; if we do well, she might think you’re handsome.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.” Chen Xiaowu was a little flustered.

“Weixiao, tell him how girls feel when they see boys dance well.”

“Well… the stage adds to a person’s charm. If a boy is really into it, you see him differently. Remember the big stuffed bear Liu Dazhi won for me? He danced so comically, but I thought he was pretty cool.”

Hearing this, Liu Dazhi’s ears turned red. Were these Weixiao’s true feelings?

“Then don’t come to my place after school; it’s too much trouble. I’ll think about when I have time.”

“You agreed! I’ll wait for your message; we’ll start practicing the dance moves!” Liu Dazhi extended his hand for a high-five, but Chen Xiaowu ignored him, touching his forehead in embarrassment. The annual New Year’s Day performance was a major event for Hunan’s high school students; each school presented their best. This year, Hunan No. 5 High’s science class was affected by the transfer issue, so the performance fell to the liberal arts class. Hearing Chen Tong would be dancing, the girls were excited, but the addition of Liu Dazhi and Chen Xiaowu dampened their enthusiasm. Liu Dazhi, though outwardly cheerful, felt hesitant. He discussed with Weixiao: “What if Chen Tong performs taekwondo instead? Wouldn’t that be cooler? We’ve been practicing this Little Tigers dance for a week, and the moves aren’t even smooth.”

“Teacher Hao wants a group performance to showcase the liberal arts class’s energy.” Weixiao was also nervous; she didn’t understand Teacher Hao’s intentions. Why would he choose such an important event to showcase the class’s energy? Wouldn’t it be better to skip it and avoid ridicule?

For several days after school, the three practiced in the classroom, moving the desks to create space. They practiced for over an hour each day, but made little progress. The three felt discouraged.

“We’re doomed without Chen Xiaowu,” Liu Dazhi sighed, patting his behind, then standing up to practice, losing his balance and falling. Dingdang, watching from the back door, said, “I knew you couldn’t do it; this needs me.” She turned on the music and started dancing, each move decisive and graceful. Liu Dazhi had to admit Dingdang’s dance was cool; if a girl could dance so well, what about him?

“Hurry, Dingdang, teach your brother. Anything you want say it.”

“Shut up.” Dingdang rolled her eyes.

After two hours of practice, everyone was drenched in sweat. But Liu Dazhi showed no signs of fatigue, continuing to practice.

“Dazhi, rest; be careful of muscle strain,” Chen Tong warned.

“I’m just not talented; I’m holding you back; I need more practice.”

Weixiao observed, realizing Chen Tong was right; Liu Dazhi was determined, relentlessly pursuing his goal. He was determined, and he planned to push Dingdang to her limits. That night, he went to Dingdang’s house, bringing a change of clothes. Dingdang didn’t bother criticizing him. Given Liu Dazhi’s lack of talent, he’d give up soon enough.

“Do I dance badly?”

“You were dancing? I thought you were doing Tai Chi!”

Liu Dazhi screamed and threw himself onto the sofa. *What should I do? Have I lost my chance to become a Alec Su [蘇有朋 (Su Youpeng) member of Little tigers boy band]?*

“Brother, I have an idea.”

“Quick, tell me!” Liu Dazhi jumped up.

“Change the song; this one’s too hard. They have another song, ‘Love’ [愛 (Ai) https://youtu.be/S9ATDyg9F-g].”

“Isn’t it the same? If we can’t do this one, we can’t do the other.”

Dingdang shook her finger: “No, this song isn’t a dance; it’s mostly sign language. I see you play fighting games all day; your hands are pretty nimble; try this.”

“There’s another song?”

“Come, I’ll teach you; it’ll be completely different from other performances!” Dingdang was excited; other schools would also have dance performances; if she could teach three boys a full set of sign language, it would be amazing! She jumped up, changed the tape to Little Tigers’ “Love,” and started demonstrating. Using only hand movements, it was indeed Liu Dazhi’s forte. In less than two hours, he’d memorized the entire routine. Liu Dazhi was completely immersed in the sign language movements of “Say I Love You,” feeling incredibly handsome. If he did this for Weixiao, she’d be captivated. Dingdang felt sleepy, so Liu Dazhi continued practicing in the living room. Pointing at his reflection, he declared, “You were born to dance!” completely forgetting his earlier struggles with Tai Chi.

The next day, Liu Dazhi felt his entire body was stiff, his hands trembling uncontrollably. During break time, he secretly practiced in a corner of the playground. All his efforts were for the performance that evening. Hao Huigui, watching Liu Dazhi practice relentlessly, thought, *My 17-year-old self could be so dedicated, but I’ve lost that passion.* His 17-year-old self had strived for recognition, while his current self only pretended. Hao Huigui had always thought his 17-year-old self was the problem, but the more he understood Liu Dazhi, the more he realized it wasn’t Liu Dazhi, but himself. If Liu Dazhi knew his future self, he’d be disappointed.

Although Hao Huigui was helping Liu Dazhi discover his true self, he also rediscovered himself in the process. Hao Huigui no longer thought Liu Dazhi was stupid; he loved Liu Dazhi, like a son. After practicing “Love,” Liu Dazhi was drenched in sweat. Chen Tong, Weixiao, and Dingdang were all amazed. Ready to show off, Liu Dazhi saw their expressions and felt embarrassed. He’d expected ridicule, but their genuine admiration made him shy. “Um… how about this song? It’s not too hard; someone like me can learn it…” He avoided eye contact.

“Okay, Dazhi, you’re pretty good; I think you can carry the whole performance,” Chen Tong said, surprised.

“No, no, no, it needs three people; otherwise, it’s meaningless. I’ll teach you now, okay? I’ll teach you now?” Liu Dazhi was excited.

“Once we’ve learned it, Xiaowu can easily learn it too.” Hao Huigui entered the classroom to check on the performance preparations, finding Liu Dazhi explaining hand movements to Chen Tong. In 2010, Little Tigers, disbanded for many years, reunited at the Spring Festival Gala. When the three of them performed a sign language dance, Hao Huigui knelt before the TV, tears streaming down his face. Those were truly the best days of his youth! Hao Huigui was happy; he wanted Liu Dazhi and his best friends to leave their mark on this special night, a truly wonderful experience for Liu Dazhi!

“Is saying goodbye always heavy,
or can a good goodbye be light?”

After Chen Xiaowu dropped out, Liu Dazhi was responsible for feeding Wooden Bucket. Every morning, he saved a steamed bun and an egg from his breakfast, and after school, he’d get leftover meat bones from Fei Jie’s, mixing them with rice. Although Liu Dazhi was always hungry in the mornings, he was happy to see Wooden Bucket growing so fast. Wooden Bucket was very smart; as soon as it heard Liu Dazhi’s footsteps, it would run out of the abandoned classroom, wagging its tail excitedly, happily whimpering.
“Wooden Bucket, you’ve grown so fast. Good boy, let me rub your belly.” Liu Dazhi reached out. Wooden Bucket snuggled against Liu Dazhi’s legs, rolling onto its back, letting Liu Dazhi rub its belly.
“In a few days, your Xiaowu dad will come see you. Hurry and grow bigger. When your Xiaowu dad gets rich, he’ll take you home.” Wooden Bucket continued whimpering, as if understanding Liu Dazhi. “Also, did you secretly go to the school parking lot and pee on the tires? If you do that again, I’ll stew you as a dog meat hot pot! Do you hear me?” Liu Dazhi cupped Wooden Bucket’s face, speaking very seriously. Liu Dazhi had heard from the security guards twice that Wooden Bucket had peed on cars’ tires. Maybe it was growing up and wanted to expand its territory. Wooden Bucket looked at him innocently. “You can only stay here, understand? When you’re older, you can go wherever you want, but not now.” Liu Dazhi patted Wooden Bucket’s face.
Suddenly, Wooden Bucket became alert, barking towards the direction Liu Dazhi had come from. Liu Dazhi turned and saw Dingdang running over: “Brother, Xiaowu’s here; Teacher Hao wants you to go to rehearsal.”
Liu Dazhi ran a few steps, then turned back, picking up Wooden Bucket, wrapping it in his school uniform, whispering, “Wooden Bucket, let’s go watch the dance rehearsal. Be good and don’t bark.”
As Liu Dazhi carried Wooden Bucket past the parking lot, Song Kezhang, the head of the logistics department, was yelling at the security guards: “You can’t even control a dog! Look! It peed on my tires again!” Liu Dazhi and Dingdang covered their mouths and giggled, shielding Wooden Bucket from view, quickly running towards the classroom.
Liu Dazhi was worried about Wooden Bucket, asking, “Dingdang, do you think Mom would let me keep Wooden Bucket at home?”
“Auntie doesn’t even want to raise you; do you think she’d want to raise a dog?”
“Um, what if she likes dogs more than me?”
“Then try.”
After rehearsal, returning home, Liu Dazhi tried to talk to Hao Tiemei about keeping the dog. Hao Tiemei said, “With our current situation, I can only raise one dog; it’s either you or it.” Liu Dazhi said awkwardly, “Mom, if you don’t want it, just say so; why speak so harshly?” “Dogs can guard the house; can you?”
Liu Dazhi called the small shop at the corner of Chen Xiaowu’s street. The shopkeeper shouted, and after a while, Xiaowu answered, “What’s up? So urgent?”
“Can your family keep Wooden Bucket? It keeps peeing on tires, and I’m afraid the security guards will catch it.”
“I’ll talk to Dad; it should be fine. I’ve already dropped out anyway; I can take care of it.”
“Then see you at the usual time tomorrow?”
“Okay. I’ll finish work at noon and be there before starting my afternoon shift.”
Early the next morning, Liu Dazhi went to feed Wooden Bucket as usual. The door to the abandoned classroom was closed. Liu Dazhi pushed it open; Wooden Bucket wasn’t there. Liu Dazhi’s heart sank; he looked around; Wooden Bucket couldn’t have escaped through the front or back doors; it must have jumped from the chairs to the desks, then to the windowsill, escaping through a broken window. He thought, *Oh no, it must have gone back to the parking lot! What if it gets caught?* Liu Dazhi ran to the parking lot and saw several security guards gathered there.
Liu Dazhi pushed through the crowd and saw Wooden Bucket lying motionless on the ground.
“Wooden Bucket! Wooden Bucket!” Liu Dazhi dropped everything and rushed over to hug Wooden Bucket.
A security guard said, “Song Kezhang’s car always got peed on, so she put poison bait near the tires. The dog probably ate it last night and died. Too bad; if it hadn’t eaten the bait, we could have eaten it; the meat was tender.”
Hearing this, Liu Dazhi’s eyes turned red; he glared fiercely at the security guard. The guard swallowed the rest of his words. Liu Dazhi hugged Wooden Bucket’s body; it was already cold and stiff. Maybe it had eaten the poison last night and died slowly here. People were still chattering around, but Liu Dazhi felt a hole had been ripped in his heart. He didn’t know how he’d carried Wooden Bucket’s body to the back of the school, to their usual feeding spot. Liu Dazhi looked at Wooden Bucket, feeling it might wake up any moment, wagging its tail and whimpering. He never imagined that someone would poison a dog just because it peed on tires. Liu Dazhi couldn’t accept this; he gently stroked Wooden Bucket, softly calling its name: “Wooden Bucket, Wooden Bucket, wake up.” He couldn’t say anything more.
The school bell rang. Liu Dazhi gently placed Wooden Bucket under a tree, covering it with two newspapers. He hoped it would be alive when he came back.
Liu Dazhi wiped his tears and ran to class. He was completely lost in thought during the entire class. He felt responsible for Wooden Bucket’s death, blaming himself for his carelessness. He knew the security guards were looking for the dog yesterday, so why hadn’t he taken it home? Even if Mom scolded him, it would only be for one night; Wooden Bucket wouldn’t have died. He also hated Song Kezhang; just because a dog peed on her tires, she used poison bait—such a vicious person.
Weixiao saw Liu Dazhi was very sad and asked what was wrong. Liu Dazhi didn’t want to cry, so he wrote a note and passed it to Weixiao: “Wooden Bucket died; someone poisoned it.”
Seeing the note, Weixiao was stunned.
“Why?” she wrote back.
Liu Dazhi didn’t answer, burying his face in his desk. He’d found Wooden Bucket as an abandoned puppy; it had run with them in the 5000-meter race, and it had been with them every day, growing bigger and bigger. It was a life Chen Xiaowu had entrusted to him before dropping out. Liu Dazhi couldn’t accept this fact and didn’t know how to tell Chen Xiaowu. He’d just called Chen Xiaowu last night, asking him to take Wooden Bucket home today…
Weixiao passed another note: “Don’t blame yourself too much; Xiaowu will understand. If Wooden Bucket hadn’t met you guys, it might have already died. At least, you gave it a home for these few months.”
When Chen Xiaowu arrived at school, Liu Dazhi took him straight to the tree. Chen Xiaowu was puzzled; Wooden Bucket usually greeted him excitedly. Liu Dazhi lifted the newspaper; his eyes instantly reddened. He told Chen Xiaowu everything. Chen Xiaowu said nothing. Liu Dazhi thought Chen Xiaowu would blame him, would be angry, but Chen Xiaowu hugged Wooden Bucket, stroking it gently, saying, “Look, doesn’t it look like it’s asleep? I said I’d take it home, and I will. I’m afraid if we just bury it, it’ll still be lonely.” He gently wrapped Wooden Bucket in the newspaper and held it.
“Aren’t you sad?”
“Sad, of course I am, but sadness doesn’t help. Are you angry at those who hurt my dad? I am, but there’s nothing we can do. I understand now; only when we become strong can we protect what we cherish.” Chen Xiaowu looked at Wooden Bucket calmly.
Liu Dazhi felt Chen Xiaowu was changing by the day; each time they met, he was more resilient and clearer about his goals. He realized this change stemmed from self-awareness. Although Chen Xiaowu said this, Liu Dazhi still felt heavy. For the next few days, even during rehearsals, he couldn’t shake off this feeling. Hao Huigui noticed and understood; all goodbyes require time to heal, especially when you see something grow day by day. This reminded Hao Huigui; if he left one day, what would happen to Liu Dazhi and the others? He didn’t dare think about it; it made his head hurt.
The next day at school.
The school parking lot was crowded; everyone was watching the spectacle. Song Kezhang’s black Santana was covered in yellow paint, looking like a circus clown. Song Kezhang was furious, ordering the security guards to find the culprit and expel them immediately. All day, students flocked to see the car after class, secretly cheering; they’d long resented Song Kezhang’s rules—no bikes allowed on campus, only pushing them; changing school uniforms three times in two years under the guise of improvement. Everyone dared to be angry but not to speak out; seeing Song Kezhang’s car vandalized, they felt incredibly satisfied. Liu Dazhi joined the crowd, his expression calm, but his heart felt incredibly happy.
“Just don’t get caught,” Weixiao glanced at Liu Dazhi.
Why would Weixiao say that?
“Just don’t let anyone find out it was you,” Dingdang added. Chen Tong secretly smiled, looking at the Santana. Liu Dazhi was completely confused; why did they think it was him? Leaving the parking lot, Liu Dazhi couldn’t help but ask, “Why do you think it was me?! Don’t you accuse people without evidence!”
Weixiao grabbed Liu Dazhi’s ear: “Liu Dazhi, are you an idiot? If you didn’t do it, you’d be celebrating with firecrackers; why are you so calm? You’re just afraid of being found out. You’re really… too stupid.” Weixiao was helpless.
“Okay, okay, I did it… but they don’t know me as well as you guys; I was very careful.” Liu Dazhi quickly admitted; he couldn’t escape their sharp eyes.
“But the security guards saw students in uniforms carrying paint buckets last night; they’ll easily find out it was you.”
“Then let them find out. She poisoned Wooden Bucket; I had to retaliate. I admit it.”
“You know Song Kezhang; if she finds out it was you, she’ll definitely expel you. You’ve already been warned once for barging into the broadcasting room; if you do this again, you’ll be expelled.” Weixiao spoke seriously.
“Dazhi, why don’t you talk to Teacher Hao? Admit it directly; so many people saw you carrying Wooden Bucket that day; otherwise, it’ll be too late to explain.” Chen Tong was also worried.
“If I get expelled, I’ll just drop out and sell bean sprouts with Xiaowu! We’ll be brothers!” Liu Dazhi was still consumed by revenge, pausing, then adding, “I’ll wait for her to find me; I won’t admit it.” Chen Tong and Weixiao exchanged glances; they knew Liu Dazhi was stubborn and said nothing more.
A week passed, and no one came looking for Liu Dazhi, but he was prepared. A few days later, he heard the school had found a suspect and punished them; the matter was resolved. Liu Dazhi was surprised; he’d done it, yet the school found someone else. If that person was punished, they’d be wrongly accused! He’d originally planned not to admit it, but after thinking it over, he decided to confess to Hao Huigui; he couldn’t let an innocent person be punished. When he went to Hao Huigui’s office, Hao Huigui wasn’t surprised at all, as if he’d expected it.
Liu Dazhi asked, “Should I apologize to Song Kezhang?”
Hao Huigui said, “No need.”
Liu Dazhi asked, “I heard they found someone else, but I did it.”
Hao Huigui nodded, “I know.”
“Ah? They didn’t suspect me?”
“They suspected you and were planning to expel you.”
“What do you mean?”
The same thing had happened nineteen years ago; Hao Huigui had also only learned the truth later, just like Liu Dazhi today.
Hao Huigui said, “Song Kezhang thought it was you and wanted to give you a second warning, essentially expelling you. Chen Tong found out and went to the principal’s office, admitting it was him. He told Principal Zhou that the dog was his, that Song Kezhang had poisoned and killed the dog, so he’d retaliated by painting her car. No one believed it was Chen Tong, but he insisted it was his impulsive mistake.”
Because Chen Tong admitted his guilt, and his father had connections, and he was the top student, Principal Zhou suppressed the matter, but canceled his nomination for the provincial “Three Good Students” award, meaning he lost the twenty extra points on the college entrance exam. Liu Dazhi was stunned; this was exactly what had happened to Hao Huigui nineteen years ago.

Thinking back, Hao Huigui felt that Chen Tong had truly done a lot for him. He’d expressed his gratitude to Chen Tong long ago, but at Yaya’s 100-day banquet, he’d been critical of Chen Tong’s civil servant demeanor. If Chen Tong hadn’t lost his extra points on the college entrance exam, perhaps he could have gotten into a better university and wouldn’t be where he is today…

Looking back, Hao Huigui felt ashamed of his selfishness, realizing he’d only considered things from his own perspective. Chen Tong had essentially saved his life, yet Hao Huigui had been annoyed by Chen Tong’s official tone. Hao Huigui wished he could immediately apologize to the 36-year-old Chen Tong, promising to be his loyal servant. For now, he could only tell Liu Dazhi, “Dazhi, remember this: when you grow up and have conflicts with friends, always remember what Chen Tong did for you; otherwise, you’ll be incredibly selfish.”

“Got it…” Liu Dazhi quietly left. He recalled asking Chen Xiaowu if he was upset; Chen Xiaowu had said he was, but that he needed to become stronger. Chen Tong hadn’t said anything, taking the blame for him. He knew that if Liu Dazhi were punished again, he wouldn’t even be able to study. A few days ago, Liu Dazhi had been proud of his actions, but now he realized he was the biggest fool. Just like Teacher Hao said, many people do things impulsively without considering the consequences, only to regret it for the rest of their lives. Fighting is easy, vandalizing is easy, venting anger is easy, but truly resolving a problem is difficult. For the first time, Liu Dazhi felt childish, realizing he’d caused so much trouble for everyone. Like his confession to Weixiao at the concert, like his apology to Weixiao in the broadcasting room. Some people always want others to be well, using this as an excuse to act, but ultimately, it’s all for their own comfort. Liu Dazhi realized he was one of those people—selfish, only considering himself. Even when he thought he was considering others, it was ultimately for himself.

Liu Dazhi had never felt so much like a failure. Everyone experiences this, right? Suddenly, you completely negate yourself, feeling like a failure as a person, a failure in life, never having succeeded, never finding yourself, your future bleak, everything gray, as if everything you do is wrong, as if everyone around you is better than you. But this seemingly worst moment is actually the best, because only then can you hear external voices and realize your mistakes. People don’t fear excellence; they fear rust. Once you close yourself off from the world, the lock rusts, others can’t enter, and you can’t leave.

Watching Liu Dazhi alone on the playground, Hao Huigui felt a mix of emotions. Wooden Bucket, the dog Liu Dazhi had raised for four months, had died and because of Liu Dazhi’s impulsive actions, involved Chen Tong. Hao Huigui had spent months with Liu Dazhi and the others, and he wondered what would happen to them if he disappeared one day. A dog’s death was already so impactful; what about a person’s?

Could he just leave without a trace, like burning a piece of paper? Would he say goodbye to the important people around him? Could he tell everyone he was from nineteen years in the future? He knew the answer. He knew what happened to Janitor Zhou. If he revealed everything, Liu Dazhi wouldn’t believe him. He couldn’t sacrifice others for his own peace of mind, revealing the truth. Realizing this, Hao Huigui knew his time was running out.

“Anything you do wholeheartedly will be useful in your short life.”

Chen Xiaowu felt Chen Tong was different from what he’d imagined. He’d thought Chen Tong was hypocritical, pretending not to care while secretly enjoying his superiority. Now he realized Chen Tong genuinely didn’t care. Chen Tong was pure, his few words revealing his true self. Chen Xiaowu decided to give his all.

The three finally perfected their dance.

“You guys really look like Little Tigers—one tall and handsome, one chubby and energetic, and one… average,” Dingdang applauded.

“Who’s average?! Why say Chen Xiaowu’s average?!” Liu Dazhi defended Chen Xiaowu.

“I’m talking about you!” Dingdang retorted.

“Xiaowu, your final kneel should be more decisive; it’s too soft now; it needs to be cool!” Dingdang corrected him.

*Thump!* Chen Xiaowu immediately knelt.

“Much better! Faster, smoother!”

*Thump!* Chen Xiaowu stood and knelt again.

“Yes! That’s it! So cool!”

Chen Xiaowu blushed, scratching his head.

Hao Huigui entered, carrying several Cokes, watching them laugh and rehearse. He knew these days were numbered; he cherished every moment. Perhaps only thirty days of effort could create memories that last thirty years. That’s why old friends love to gather, talking about the future, but mostly reminiscing about the past.

The day before the New Year’s Day performance, Hao Huigui said to Liu Dazhi, “Let’s go shopping.”

“Just us two?”

“Mm.” Hao Huigui walked ahead, Liu Dazhi trailing behind.

Hao Huigui pulled out 500 yuan from his wallet.

“Here, for you.”

“For me?”

“Aren’t you always short of money?”

“But…”

“But what? Didn’t you say you’d kneel for ten yuan?”

“How did you know?”

“Of course I know.”

“Teacher Hao…”

“Mm?”

“Do you… like me?” Liu Dazhi held up the 500 yuan.

Hao Huigui, startled by the unexpected confession, quickly put the money back in his wallet. Seeing Hao Huigui’s reaction, Liu Dazhi asked, “Teacher Hao, why are we shopping?”

“What do you want to eat?”

“Ah?”

“What do you want to eat?”

“Anything’s fine.”

“Roasted chestnuts?”

“Okay.”

Hao Huigui immediately bought two jin of roasted chestnuts, eating as they walked.

“Teacher Hao, should we rehearse the dance tonight? Xiaowu’s gone crazy; he’s practicing morning, noon, and night.”

“Want candied haws?” [糖葫芦 (tanghulu) – candied haws]

“Ah?”

“Boss, two strings of candied haws.” Hao Huigui bought two strings.

Liu Dazhi took a bite, continuing, “Teacher Hao, what do you think?”

“Okay, let’s rehearse tonight. Want ice cream bars? Two.”

They ate all the way to a bench outside the department store.

“Dazhi.”

“Mm.”

“If your life doesn’t go as planned in the future, will you be disappointed?”

“Like what?”

“Like if your job isn’t what you like.”

“Then why do it?” Liu Dazhi countered.

“Because everyone thinks it’s a good job, urging you to continue.”

“Like that, huh. What job sounds so strange?”

“A university lecturer.”

“A university lecturer?! That’s great! University lecturers are cultured!”

Hao Huigui’s face darkened. Liu Dazhi also thought university lecturers were great; why did he hate his job so much?

“The pay is low, I teach all day, and I can’t get promoted; it feels like a waste of life…”

“Hey, isn’t that what my mom says about my dad? She says he has low pay, works overtime every day, can’t get promoted, and even uses his salary to pay patients’ medical bills. But my dad still likes his job because he feels he can help people.” Liu Dazhi looked at the people flying kites in the square.

“Teacher Hao, do you like your job?” Liu Dazhi suddenly asked.

“I do.” Saying this, Hao Huigui paused. Why did he hate being a university lecturer but like being a high school teacher? He realized it wasn’t about the job itself but whether he felt he was contributing his value. He looked at Liu Dazhi; this kid had to have a better life than him. If he could return to 36, he had to live better; otherwise, he’d be letting down 17-year-old Liu Dazhi.

The New Year’s Day performance was held in the city square; tickets were hard to get, and students lined up early outside. Everyone had a program, highlighting their favorite performers. Wang Daqian sent two cars to take them to the venue. Hao Huigui took them to the backstage, navigating the crowds. Many girls saw Chen Tong and whispered, “That’s Chen Tong from No. 5 High! So handsome! He’s actually dancing Little Tigers! Amazing!” A few steps later, other girls whispered, “That guy in the sweater is the liberal arts teacher, right?” “Yeah, he’s super handsome, and he even plays video games with his students!” Liu Dazhi turned, saying to the girls, “Yeah, that’s me; Super handsome!!” Seeing Liu Dazhi, the girls fell silent, turning to other topics.

Liu Dazhi felt a little down.

“Hey, is that you?” A girl suddenly shouted, pointing at Liu Dazhi.

Liu Dazhi beamed, nodding. Someone still recognized him!

“You’re the one who confessed on TV, right? Did the school flower accept you?” The crowd laughed.

“Why is Chen Xiaowu late again?” Liu Dazhi checked his watch, pacing backstage. Each school’s performance was amazing, leaving Liu Dazhi speechless.

Time ticked by; an hour remained, and Chen Xiaowu still hadn’t arrived.

“What should we do? Should Dingdang, Weixiao, and the driver go find him? You stay here and prepare,” Weixiao suggested anxiously.

“I’ll go; I’ll go find Chen Xiaowu,” Hao Huigui volunteered.

Dingdang ran outside and saw a boy crying and talking to a security guard. It was Chen Xiaowu’s younger brother. Dingdang knelt down to comfort him, learning that Chen Xiaowu had been practicing relentlessly, injuring his knee and requiring hospitalization. Dingdang felt guilty, believing Chen Xiaowu had injured himself because of her. She sent Chen Xiaowu’s brother home and rushed back to tell everyone. Liu Dazhi and Chen Tong were anxiously waiting; seeing Dingdang’s worried expression, they knew it was bad.

“What should we do? We can’t just have two people dance,” Liu Dazhi said dejectedly, feeling their efforts had been wasted.

“What if I take Chen Xiaowu’s place?” Chen Tong asked Liu Dazhi and the others.

Hao Huigui remained silent, thinking of a solution.

There was no other way; they had to go on.

“I’ll take Chen Xiaowu’s place.”

“Ah?!”

Everyone was shocked. Teacher Hao would dance?

They’d practiced for almost a month; it was a sign language dance! How could he just replace someone?

“Teacher Hao, you can dance this?” Liu Dazhi looked skeptical. Everyone looked at Hao Huigui. Hao Huigui felt a surge of emotion; he should have danced this nineteen years ago; now, it was finally his chance.

“I’ve watched you rehearse so many times; I’ve learned it just by watching.”

Everyone was still doubtful, but Weixiao trusted Hao Huigui, “Teacher Hao, are you sure? Why don’t you try?”

“Hunan No. 5 High’s performance is up next!”

“No time! No time! Teacher Hao, quickly change; wear Chen Xiaowu’s clothes!” Dingdang quickly found Chen Xiaowu’s clothes for Hao Huigui.

Hao Huigui put on Chen Xiaowu’s denim jacket; it was a little small, making him look funny. Weixiao couldn’t help but laugh, “Teacher Hao, your figure is great!”

Backstage, amidst the chaos, Hao Huigui quickly reviewed the dance moves with Liu Dazhi and Chen Tong, who looked at him worriedly. Hao Huigui also felt a little nervous.

“Are you guys nervous?”

“A little.”

“Relax; we’ll succeed.”

“Go!”

“Add oil!” [加油 (jiayou) – add oil, a common Chinese phrase of encouragement]

“Next up, Hunan No. 5 High presents a Little Tigers dance medley—’Love’ and ‘Green Apple Paradise’! Performers: Chen Tong, Liu Dazhi, and their teacher, Hao Huigui!”

This combination was unprecedented; no teacher had ever danced with students before. After Weixiao’s introduction, thunderous applause erupted. Everything fell silent. Liu Dazhi stepped onto the stage; the lights were blinding; he could only see a sea of faces. Chen Tong stood calmly to his left; Hao Huigui nodded from his right. Weixiao had whispered, “Add oil!” as he passed her.

This scene brought back memories. Hao Huigui recalled watching from backstage nineteen years ago. Nineteen years later, he was finally on stage, with his 17-year-old self. This feeling was amazing.

The music started.

Screams erupted from the audience. Liu Dazhi, slightly nervous, glanced at Hao Huigui, who was completely immersed in the dance. When they changed positions, Liu Dazhi looked at Chen Tong, who was also fully engaged, interacting with the audience. Liu Dazhi’s nervousness vanished; he was the coolest.

Before the performance, Liu Dazhi had been afraid to go on stage, thinking performers were show-offs. But now, fully immersed, he felt differently. He’d been afraid of not being liked, of his performance being ignored.

The stage is a strange thing. It can make one feel incredibly confident, and it can also make others incredibly forgiving. As he entered, he saw the girls who were screaming for others were now vigorously clapping for him. Liu Dazhi smiled; he didn’t know why he was smiling, but he felt like a completely different person.

“Call out loud to the sky, saying ‘I love you.’ Tell the wandering white clouds, ‘I miss you.’ Let the sky hear, let the clouds see, no one can erase the promises we made. I want to take you to see the ocean, saying ‘I love you.’ Tell the brightest star, ‘I miss you.’ Listen to the ocean’s vows, see the persistent blue sky, let’s fall in love freely…”

At that moment, Liu Dazhi could only hear his heart pounding. Everyone was applauding enthusiastically; Dingdang’s face was flushed red, loudly shouting their names from below, but he couldn’t hear a word. He glanced at Teacher Hao, who gave him a thumbs-up; he looked at Chen Tong, who grinned at him.

After the performance, back in the backstage, everyone gulped down an entire bottle of water.

Completely dazed.

Dingdang rushed in, screaming, “Amazing! Everyone loved you guys! Ge, Teacher Hao, Chen Tong, you were so cool. I’m so excited!”

Weixiao also came down from the stage: “Everyone loved it.”

“Really?” Liu Dazhi asked Weixiao, feigning ignorance.

“You three should form a group; you’d definitely be popular.”

“Chen Tong and I could form a group. If Teacher Hao joined, when we’re at our peak at 30, Teacher Hao would be almost 50; no, no, no.” Liu Dazhi quickly waved his hands.

“After this, let’s go see Xiaowu; I wonder how he’s doing.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking. Poor Xiaowu, he missed a chance to show off in front of Dingdang.” Liu Dazhi chuckled.

Dingdang said embarrassedly, “I already feel guilty enough; don’t mention it, Ge.”

Weixiao: “Dazhi didn’t mean it that way.”

“Then what did he mean?”

Chen Tong joined in: “Anyway, it wasn’t what you think.”

“Ah?” Only Dingdang was clueless.