No matter how far you go.

You will always be the most beautiful sister in our hearts.

Sister Fang is the head teacher of my high school, and we are the first students she took. At that time, she had just graduated from Normal University and was in her early twenties, not much older than us.

Sister Fang has long black hair and clear eyes. Her big eyes are always shining with wisdom. She loves to wear skirts, and when she walks, the skirts are fluttering and radiant.

At first, we were all a little skeptical that this young girl could handle our group of boys and girls with various mental disorders in adolescence. Maybe we will be sold to other experienced old teachers after taking the senior one exam. However, Fang Jie took us to the third year of high school in one breath, and stayed with us for three years, loving each other and killing each other, and taking the college entrance examination.

Sister Fang works hard. She puts almost all her energy into us and knows everything about each of us. Her management style is appropriate and relaxed, but extremely meticulous. Anyone who makes any changes cannot escape her eyes. Sister Fang teaches biology, and no one in the class dares to expect anything. Wei, a child with ADHD, can pretend to be serious.

But when chatting and joking with us after class, she will "show her true colors" and become a lovely little girl. I remember that in the high school sports meeting, she was wearing jeans and a casual coat and mixed among us. It was impossible to see that she was a teacher. She said that a fellow villager came to borrow money from her, and she hesitated whether to lend it to the other party, fearing that the other party was a liar. We use our limited life experience, chattering and gossiping, trying our best to help her make suggestions. Actually, she has lent the money, but when I think about it, I feel insecure, hahaha.

At that time, their employees' dormitory was next to ours. Once, my classmates and I were in the English teacher's room and heard her chatting with the geography teacher in the yard. She said angrily, "This thing is not bad for me at all, but he is wrong."

We got excited as soon as we heard it. Alas, Sister Fang quarreled with her boyfriend and stopped talking in the middle of it. We leaned out and found a gentleman with glasses riding in front of the dormitory. After a while, Mr. Glasses disappeared with Sister Fang.

Another time, we saw Sister Fang showing off with other teachers and saying, Look how beautiful my bracelet is. The teachers were shocked, and we guessed that they definitely didn't buy them themselves. Later, I heard that it was sent by my mother-in-law. But it's all gossip, and no one dares to confirm it.

Later, Sister Fang got married and Mr. Glasses became her brother-in-law. When she came back from her honeymoon, she changed a pair of distinctive glasses. Sister Fang said that the frames of these glasses were cloisonne, which was envied by a group of smug little girls. They all said that they would buy such glasses themselves in the future. So that every time I get new glasses, I think of cloisonne glasses frames in Fang Jie.

We were invited to visit Sister Fang's house.

It's beautiful to see Fang Jie's wedding photos without glasses. Everyone stood in front of the photo and swallowed.

We talked about the sleep talk of Yi girls at night. As a result, Fang Jie suddenly burst out laughing without warning. Her smile is really low. We looked at her in a daze. Perhaps the furthest distance in the world is when we watch you smirk in front of you, but we don't know what you are laughing at.

It was not until Fang Jie laughed out of breath that she tried to say intermittently: I know some people talk in their sleep and sing. ...

The last three words managed to escape from uncontrollable magical laughter. They only stayed in the air for 0.05 seconds, and the atmosphere was already exploding. Everyone tried to laugh for a long time, but couldn't find the beginning. Finally, they exploded like a steam boiler.

Someone talks in their sleep?

Singing in a dream?

Singing songs that we are all familiar with, la la la la la la la?

Everyone laughed so hard that I can't remember whether I was talking in my sleep or Fang's brother-in-law. Anyway, some people are worse than Yi girls, not only talking in their sleep, but also singing in their dreams.

A great event happened at that time. It was Fang Jie's father who died suddenly. When Sister Fang appeared in front of us after leaving for a period of time, we all felt that she was obviously emaciated. She told the story of her father's death calmly and briefly. I looked at her, my heart tightly huddled, for fear that her eyes would burst into tears as soon as they turned red. But Sister Fang didn't. She is meticulous in her lectures and keeps calm and collected from beginning to end.

At that time, I was inexperienced and teenagers didn't know what it was like to worry. In order to assign new words, I said I was worried. Although where you are going is deep and heavy in my heart, it may just be a sad mood. I can't understand how painful she really is. Only when the breeze blew, Fang Jie's hair was blown in a mess, gently covering half of her face. Suddenly I felt that a switch was pressed in my body, and then, some liquid slowly came out of my eyes.

I have been a sentimental person since I was a child. From elementary school to junior high school, the teacher told me the most that life is a long road, and there will be more big waves in the future, so you should learn to face them bravely. At that time, big waves were just four abstract words to me, and I didn't know what big waves were.

But this time, I know that Sister Fang experienced a big storm. Relatives are gone, no matter how painful and sad you are, you should adjust yourself to stand up as soon as possible and quickly return to the original life track, teach and be a class teacher. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the sun and the moon are always long. You can only swallow the bitter water slowly and taste it slowly in the endless years to come.

I was in poor health since I was a child, and I basically did two things in three years of high school. One is sick. The second is to continue to get sick.

Sister Fang is worried about me, a psycho. Help me cook medicine in the dormitory, cook millet porridge, take me to the infirmary, send me back to the dormitory, make me happy, and once even help me contact the hospital for examination through my classmate's father. She is also responsible for helping me to deal with the relationship with other students and mediate conflicts, because I didn't explain some things clearly, and as a result, I folded the teacher in, which brought her a lot of trouble.

But the trouble doesn't stop there. Perhaps the most troublesome thing is my personality. My mind is heavy, I am pessimistic and lonely, and my mood fluctuates greatly and my grades fluctuate greatly. For this matter, I cried in Sister Fang's office for quite a while.

Bad mood and weak constitution are intertwined, and a vicious circle, even at a certain stage, I have no confidence to continue my studies. I don't think I used to live very well. I'm going to take a break and start over.

So I took a week's sick leave and came to Sister Fang's office. I told her that I was going to drop out of school, and I couldn't keep going.

I will always remember the expression on Fang Jie's face. She smiled and said to me sincerely, "I especially understand what you are thinking now." Really, because I was sick once at school, and I had a big pustule on my neck, which was very painful. I think I'm so tired, I really want to have a rest. If only I could have a rest now. But then I gritted my teeth and persisted. "

I was silent for a long time and wanted to say something when the bell rang. Sister Fang stood up and took the lesson plan. She said, I go to class first. Think again.

I watched her back rush out of the office like a gust of wind. My brain is blank. I slowly sat in her seat and stared at the motto of being a man and doing things under the glass plate on her desk. My heart is like a pot of boiling water.

She didn't say yes or no. She just told me about her illness before. She didn't make any value judgments. She didn't ask me what was wrong with me, so serious that I had to drop out of school. She didn't say that if you choose to retreat now, you are deserting, coward. She didn't say anything. However, it seems that everything has been said.

I have a thousand words to express in my heart, such as my critical perfectionism, my ups and downs of bad mood, such as my extreme pessimism, but everything is in my throat and I can't say it. Finally, I left a note on her desk. I only wrote one sentence. The teacher stopped studying and I came back to class.

That night, in the playground of medical college, I found a place where no one was crying. The next day, I returned to the classroom calmly.

Sister Fang obviously saw the note and I went back to the classroom, but she never mentioned it to me again. She knows why I want to be a deserter. She knows that students like me don't need to be severely whipped. She knows I'll figure it out myself and come back to class. As long as she gives me a little strength, I can take advantage of the situation to fly, but this strength must be given by her.

Looking back on this matter many years later, if she had agreed to let me drop out of school and given me a chance to start studying again from the first year of high school, wouldn't my grades fluctuate greatly and I could be admitted to a better university? Can I live as a perfect high school student with zero defects? Everything is unknown.

Many pasts are determined by their own personalities, values, abilities and knowledge. Even if they do it again, they still make the same choice. There is no turning back in life, and no one can live it again. No one can guarantee that doing it again will be better than in the past.

Don't dwell on the past, cherish the present and focus on the future. This is the king.

What is fate? Fate is what kind of person you meet and how he or she changed your life. Sister Fang is my destiny, because she leads me silently, and I finally got into a key university.

It took me a long time to know that during my repeated absence from school, Sister Fang solemnly told everyone that I was in poor health, but when she was absent from school for two weeks, she still got the highest score in Chinese in the city. I hope everyone will help me more and care more about me. We are in the same boat, and we can't leave anyone behind. I cried when I heard it.

Students in Fang Jie made mistakes and were severely punished by the school, facing the danger of being expelled. Fang Jie communicated with school leaders many times, and even used his career as a guarantee to keep his students. Because as long as you stay, you are still a good student in Fang Jie, and you still have a chance to turn around, fight back and create miracles. Sister Fang's students are ill and can't attend classes at school. Sister Fang arranged for everyone to help her copy notes and hand out homework, organized all her classmates to donate money for her, and tried every means to keep her and let her go with us. No one can be less. Sister Fang uses all her love and strength to push us forward bravely on the road of life.

The profession of teacher is very hard, but it is also a work of conscience. Sister Fang took us from grade one to grade three, and we never had children after marriage. She said she would wait until we were admitted to the university. For three years, every morning before dawn and every starry night, she guarded us day and night, followed us and supervised us. Try every means to win the best teacher for us, communicate with teachers repeatedly, and try to make us progress. Have a heart-to-heart talk with every student to understand the learning situation and ideological trends.

She often peeks at us from the back door window during self-study. People are often distracted when they suddenly find eyes outside the window, and suddenly their scalp is numb and sweaty. So they gave Sister Fang a nickname: old ghost, which means elusive. Later, even the old words were saved, and ghosts were long and short. Even Fang's brother-in-law was not spared and became a ghost husband directly.

The students said that Fang Jie would be very sad if she knew those boys called her that behind her back. I said, ghost is actually a nickname. You see, they often say which teacher in Class 5 is better or our ghost is better. It feels like a nickname.

Of course, Fang Jie is also very powerful. At first, some people wanted to dance, some wanted to play basketball and some wanted to do aerobics. It was suppressed by Fang Jie. After many considerations and repeated weighing, she finally decided not to let them participate in these activities at the moment of the big exam. Because of dancing, playing basketball and aerobics, there are many opportunities to go to college in the future, but the time for the college entrance examination is limited. For once, I can save those things that get in the way. At that time, many students lamented that they felt less nervous, but now everyone is their own parents, and they can understand the feelings of the teachers in those days in minutes. This is called not being a teacher and not knowing your parents' heart. How do you know how many eyes the owner has unless I give you something powerful? (Ha ha ha ha)

One year, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Sister Fang said that she wanted to find an activity for everyone to relax and play together, and then she proposed to package jiaozi. But everyone is talking about it, saying that with our four-legged craft, it must be a piece of soup, and we have to make noodles and stuffing, and we have to move to the canteen to cook. If we get food poisoning again, maybe we will be in big trouble. Of course, in fact, everyone is lazy cancer. We just want to find ready-made activities to relax, not do it ourselves. The class Committee repeatedly asked for everyone's advice, but she still didn't want to package it. At that time, it seemed that Anzi was in charge, so she had to go to Fang Jie.

Sister Fang's face turned black as soon as she entered the door. Her eyes were red before she said three words. She said she just wanted you to pack a jiaozi for fun. Why don't you pack? Why is it so difficult to have an activity? Sister Fang collapsed. She took off her glasses and wiped her tears.

The noisy boys below were dumbfounded. Look at this thing. You have to say that we won the last place in the whole grade, and Fang Jie made us cry. This is also a calculation, because we don't include jiaozi to make the teacher cry. We are really unprecedented talents.

Today is a big day, jiaozi has to take good care of it! It must be wrapped!

Sister Fang really didn't cry in vain. Although our jiaozi was ugly, it didn't escape the fate of a piece of soup, but everyone was still very happy. Everyone was covered with flour, and then they rushed to the canteen with a bunch of things with different shapes, littering and staggering like jiaozi.

After cooking in jiaozi for a long time, I feel I have no appetite to eat any more. Zhao Wei asked, "group leader, why don't you eat? Are you afraid of eating poisonous burps? " ? I stared at him, and as he put jiaozi in his mouth, he said inarticulate, Don't worry, I've already eaten six. Ten minutes later, if I'm still breathing, it's not too late for you to eat!

It's hard to find such a selfless teammate with lanterns. Sister Fang is proud of you. (At this moment, I went astray again. It was written that Fang Jie went to find Zhao Wei again. )

The college entrance examination in July, the sun was blazing, I was a fish, and Fang Jie's lover was already on the chopping block. Sister Fang was furious, full of bubbles, her hair was not combed, and she shuttled back and forth in shorts and slippers.

I remember that after the final grade came out, Fang Jie pointed to me and the teacher in the academic affairs office and said that my student was the one who gave up walking to Normal University and was admitted to the key points himself. That kind of pride and domineering is exactly the same as the little girl three years ago.

During the freshman holiday, we went to see Sister Fang in droves. Her house was so crowded that we couldn't stay any longer. So far, I have been to see Sister Fang twice, and I have been there during the winter vacation and summer vacation of my freshman year. Sister Fang's baby has been in summer vacation for four months, chubby and lovely. I looked at Fang Jie and thought to myself, after seeing off the first graduate smoothly, Fang Jie can finally rest and take care of the baby at home, so happy.

But I haven't been there since. Because my college is in chaos again. I always feel that I am in such a bad state, and I am really sorry for the hard work that Sister Fang has done for me. So I once again began to climb out of the deep valley where I almost fell to death, recovering my height bit by bit, and wanted to see Sister Fang again when I achieved something.

However, what is never lacking in life is blows and difficulties. In the next few years, my life went round and round, with ups and downs, relatives passing away, friends turning against each other, and my life once fell apart. I fell to the bottom again and struggled out from the bottom. In this endless trek, I have never waited for a beautiful realm, which will allow me to see Sister Fang with my own achievements.

Time flies again and again, until Fang Jie's daughter passed the college entrance examination. Last year, I chatted with Fang Jie on WeChat, and she asked me about studying abroad. She said that in fact, she didn't want her daughter to go out. She just wanted her daughter to spend her life happily and safely, and did not force her to have great achievements that attracted worldwide attention. This is the most peaceful and loving heart of a mother.

At that moment, it suddenly dawned on me that I didn't have to worry so much about whether I could hand in my paper in front of Fang Jie. Even if my life is full of holes and there is no turning back, as long as I keep a sincere, enthusiastic and unyielding heart, I will always be a good student in Fang Jie.