Chapter 112： Don't forget the rainbow after the storm

"I always feel that Wang Ling is a very good child and usually does not make trouble in school. It is very peaceful. No matter how poor you can be, I hope that this time our school ’s special hardship subsidy will be approved and it will really help Wang Ling Classmates. With the talent of Wang Ling, I think that as long as there are enough resources, it is not a problem to enter Jindan. "When Mr. Pan said this, he reached out and rubbed Wang Ling's head to make Wang Ling's face His expression faded again for a few minutes ...

The old man nodded: "Mr. Pan said that makes sense, no matter how poor you can be, education! Ling Ling has always been the pride of our royal family."

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

Afterwards, the old man invited Teacher Pan to go upstairs in the villa. The two talked and laughed, while Wang Ling followed them calmly. When Mr. Pan's footsteps came to the study, the Wang parents and mother hiding inside held their breath at the same time.

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

Teacher Pan pointed at the study and felt a breath: "Is there someone inside?"

Wang Ling sweated, and quickly dispersed a force to cover the breath of Wang's parents. Teacher Pan perceived it again with spiritual knowledge, and then found that the breath that had been felt before actually disappeared again, and frowned strangely: "Well, weird ..."

The old man smiled awkwardly: "... maybe a mouse."

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

The old man sighed helplessly: "Well in the suburbs, it is not unusual to have mice. This girl is rich in protein and can be eaten anywhere else. When I ca n’t afford to eat at home, I often catch mice and bake them for his father Eat. "

Teacher Pan: "..."

"..." Wang Ling suddenly found that Master's ability to pull calves was a little strong.

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In the laughter, it was almost noon, and Mr. Pan and the old man came down from the upper floor.

"Mr. Wang, I have two students to visit at home in the afternoon, so come here today." Teacher Pan smiled at the old man.

This smile looked at the old man a little lost, and saw Teacher Pan was about to reach the entrance. The old man quickly grabbed Teacher Pan's hand: "Mr. Pan hasn't eaten yet, should you stay and eat?"

"This ... how sorry ..."

The old man said, having drawn the apron on the hanger: "It's just a light meal. How about the sweet and sour pork set?"

Teacher Pan's expression changed a little. The words of the father seemed like an arrow, and he hit an old album in her memory. This old photo album is very shabby and has been yellowed, and the photo papers are blurred so that the faces on them are not clear ...

Teacher Pan still stayed in the end, but his expression was obviously a little different.

A sweet and sour pork ribs set ...

This should be my favorite food when I was young.

How could this person know?

Is it a coincidence?

Teacher Pan was silent, so she sat quietly waiting in the living room without talking to Wang Ling. Just staring a little at the old man's busy figure in the kitchen.

The old man was holding a kitchen knife. His old hands had mottled wrinkles and several obvious old wounds. Whether it was the left hand holding the chopping board or the right hand holding the knife, it was covered with calluses.

Needless to say, Mr. Pan can also guess that the occupation of Grandpa is an old chef who has been in the business for at least several decades.

Teacher Pan just so quietly remembered that the old photo in the memory seemed to have had some outlines. The old man had already prepared the light meal with great enthusiasm.

This is a rice bowl with sweet and sour pork ribs. The red ribs are soaked in the crystal soup. The ribs are covered with a golden coat, exuding a refreshing taste. It just smells the scent, but it is unbearable Liver saliva accelerates secretion.

Teacher Pan stared at this piece of spare ribs, and there was obviously some looseness and loss in his eyes.

"I put this rice bowl in the past, and it was considered my best practice. I haven't done it for a long time, I don't know if the taste is still right." The old man unbuttoned the apron and sat opposite Mr. Pan.

"Miss Pan, try it!"

"Okay, thank you Mr. Wang."

Teacher Pan ate at a small mouth, then took a bite of spare ribs. The ribs burned by the hand of the old man are very soft, and there is a feeling of being melted at the entrance, but the taste seems a little special, especially when the juice bursts into the taste buds, it has a cool taste, which makes people want Live an appetite.

"It's so special." Teacher Pan praised it. "Why is there a cool feeling in this sweet and sour pork ribs?"

Father Wang: "I just found out that the sugar in my home is gone, and then I replaced it with an urgent branch syrup."

Teacher Pan: "..."

Wang Ling: "..."

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

The old man was a little sentimental: "Welcome Teacher Pan to come again as a guest."

"Sure." Teacher Pan stood at the gate of Wang's cottage and smiled slightly. The afternoon sunlight was reflected on her face. She gradually loosened her original frown, and her eyes flashed a little softly. The old man said goodbye solemnly, then slowly turned around and left.

Wang Ling looked at this scene. He knew that the story of the first love that had passed through time after many years had come to an end at this moment.

The old man just stood at the door and watched Mr. Pan along Donghuang Road to the bus station.

At the end of the story, Teacher Pan failed to recognize who the old man was.

But all this seems to be not so important to the old man.

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In the middle of the night, the old man sat in the living room and pulled out the first love letter of the year. On the back of the love letter, he wrote down his last farewell to his first love in a stroke.

This is the first, and last hymn ...

Whether it was the beginning of the throbbing,

Still the end of unrequited love,

The touch that has set off for more than thirty years,

The ending has been written.

...

I suddenly forget the beginning of that recourse,

But hard to forget your young face,

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Youth, first love ...

These two books seem to have been written hastily.

Fortunately, the last bit of a period.

Pointed at the colorful Yun Lan,

May you be happy, like that rainbow,

your happiness is the sun in my world……

In the bedroom, Wang Ling quietly watched the last hymn written by his father.

At this moment, Wang Ling suddenly understood something.

The most beautiful relationship is not to grow old with your loved one, but after the storm of love, happily looking at the rainbow at the horizon, watching you step on the seven-color rainbow and go away a little ...