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不一会儿,大家都慢慢进入自己美美的梦乡。
外面寂静无声,夜晚沉重的暮色使得周围的一切都被浓浓的睡意包围着。
桌上的手机,只有充电的指示灯一点间隔一点的亮着。
零零散散的书籍,铺满整张桌子。
深夜,些许的微风吹动着阳台上晾晒着的衣物。
月光的“银线”慢慢穿透阳台的隔门,洒落几根进来。
平静如流水的时光,就这样,静静流淌着。
一轮晚月幕降,一轮太阳初升。
早上七点,闹铃响起。
起床,洗漱,外出。
公开课是上午十点十分到十一点四十分,到时候老师踩点来,墨轩会提前在三教等着。
上午的前两节课程于九点五十结束。
走出一号教学楼。
“你们先过去,我等杨老师。”
“行,别误了时间,这可是公开课。”赵曦叮嘱道。
“不会的,你们先去吧,呐,帮我把书顺过去。”
“行,那我们先过去了,一会儿见。”
墨轩跟老师发着微信。
“老师,你出寝室门了没?”
“正准备出门。”
“我在三教楼下等你,你走过来就能看见。”
“行。”
十点整。
“诶,这儿!”墨轩打着招呼。
杨老师看见赶紧小紧跑两步。
“走吧。”
来到教室——三零三。
眼神搜索着王柯她们,找到目标,迅速拉着杨老师跑去与王柯她们坐在一起。
旁听的老师早已落座。
喧闹了一会儿,十点十分的上课铃准时响起,教室里也慢慢安静了下来。
吴老师站在讲台,整理整理着装,轻咳两声,准时开讲,“Hello everyone,Now let's begin.Today, let's talk about ‘slow life’. In today's faster pace of life. slow down, it seems that it has gradually faded from the focus of our lives.”
或许是第一次讲公开课,听语气还有些许紧张,下意识看向坐在第六排的张墨轩。
墨轩则向老师做了一个加油鼓励的手势,小声说道,“加油。”
老师默契一笑,迅速调整状态,“ In fact,the world is huge. In addition to the tall buildings rising from the ground, high-speed rail planes,buses and subways are racing against time. There is also a small bridge through the ancient town, where birds and butterflies fly in the jungle and frogs and cicadas chirp. This is another complete space we have,one that runs at our own speed. Next, let's look at some pictures.”
打开PPT,上面显现着墨轩出版过的画作,“This is an ancient town,with a slow wind,a babbling stream,and……“像是一下脑袋短路般,”and,and……”
墨轩注视着老师,感觉老吴这下个单词像是卡在喉咙里出不来似的。
“这可不行。”墨轩犹豫了一会儿,当即站了起来,在走上讲台的过程中,自然接过,“And a wonderful life.I painted these pictures when I was visiting an ancient town.”
得到老师传递的一个眼神,就顺势继续讲了下去,“Actually,I still quite like a few primitive restoring ancient ways of things,think have lasting appeal one time.So, to the ancient town.Perhaps is now the prosperous,more people yearn for the inner quiet.There, there are years of precipitation of sweet,there are traces of history.The sky is still clouds,the wind is still gentle across every inch of the land.Thanks.”
总算是有惊无险,讲解完毕,墨轩回到自己的位置上。
“Ok,next, with the artistic conception of the picture, let's have a look at this article.”老师顺势接着讲了下去。
“Sorry to interrupt, but I have a question.”在前排旁听的一位老师举手示意。
“OK,Please speak.”
“I'd like to ask the authors of these paintings.”
“Yes,no problem.Zhang moxuan,please come up.”
墨轩调整好呼吸,再次走上讲台,“Please speak.”
“You said that you like things that are very old-fashioned. Now that technology is developing so fast and the world is becoming more and more noisy,how do you hold on to the peace that you are pursuing?”
“The world is getting faster and faster,so we have to stop and think more. What is it that we really want to have? What is it that we really want to pursue? Keep their own heart really want,is to keep their own inner peace,in order to respond to the rapid development of The Times.”
“Thank you.”
“You're welcome.”
回答完问题,张墨轩回到了位置上。
“……”
时间慢慢流逝,这堂公开课也慢慢接近尾声。
上午十一点四十分,下课铃准时响起。
“So that's the end of the lecture. Thank you very much.”
“Stand up!”墨轩充当起了值日生的职责。
“Class is over!”
“Thanks,teacher.”
旁听的老师也随着班上的人流一起走出教室。
墨轩依附在讲台边上,“老师,你说你也不是第一次讲课了,还紧张呀?”
老师整理着课件,“讲你的作品,感觉莫名其妙的紧张。”
“我的作品?”
“怕措辞不当,破坏你当时创作的意境,越想讲好,反而忘词了。”
“没事的,幸好你提前给我看过你的发言稿,要不然……”
“对呀,有惊无险,谢谢你了今天。”
“客气,那我先回去咯。”顺势拿起桌上的书,准备往门口走去。
“行,拜拜。”
“拜。”
“老师,走吧。”杨老师她们在门口等着墨轩。
“Excuse me,Zhang Moxuan,can I have a word?”教室门外,其中一位旁听的老师正在门口等着墨轩出来。
“Don't be so polite, please.”站在走廊一旁。
“I am an administrator of the municipal art museum and an alumnus of your teacher.”顺势递给张墨轩一张名片,“I came here specially to tell you something when I learned today that I would have the opportunity to see your paintings.”
“Please go on.”
“Next year, our museum is going to hold an exhibition with the theme of ‘youth lasts forever’. I hope you can attend.”
“Do I have to pay the registration fee?”
“Don't have to. I have here an invitation which entitles me to the exhibition free of charge. Give it to you.”
“Wow, thank you very much.”
兴奋得几乎是跳跃式的接过对方从公文包里拿出的邀请函。
“You are welcome. It is our honor to have you here. We know that you have published picture books and written articles that have won many awards.”
“How do you know that?”
“Your teacher told us.”
“Oh, well, thank you very much.”
“The invitation letter has the exhibition date on it. I hope you can send your works to the address above two months before the exhibition starts.”
“Ok, no problem.”
“Then I'll go. You get ready.”
“Okay, bye.”
“See you next time.”
这一通交流下来,把站在一旁的杨老师和她的朋友们彻底惊呆。
墨轩还沉浸在收到邀请函的喜悦中。
“轩儿,你英语什么时候这么炉火纯青了?”杨老师一脸的不可思议。
“嗯?”
“我记得你上中学那会儿,英语最多也就七十上下,这下,看样子,六级都过了吧。”
“没有,也就考过四级。”
“我觉得,六级你也可以去试试了。”
“真的?”
“对呀,我也觉得你可以去试试。”王柯在一旁附和道,“你刚刚说了些什么,我一句都没听懂,况且肢体语言都没有,猜都不好猜。”
“你除了中文,什么语言听得懂。”一直甚少说话的骆黎在一旁调侃道。
“你说什么!”
一人搭一句,又玩闹了起来,一直打打闹闹直至教学楼楼下。
“行了,别闹了。”墨轩被她们跑来跑去的快弄得有点晕头转向,“走去食堂吃饭,等会儿人就多起来了。”
“哎呀,你老师大驾光临,还去食堂,我们出去吃嘛。”
“对对对,出去吃,出去吃。”王柯附和着李欣说道。
“行吧。”
六人一起向校门口走去。
来到马路对面。
“想吃什么?”墨轩翻着手机像是在查询着什么。
“我们去吃干锅吧。”王柯提议道。
“干锅有点太辣了不,老师身上还有伤口呢。”赵曦正喝着水。
“没事没事,你们不用考虑我,我都行的。”
“诶,那里有骨汤饭。”李欣眼睛迅速搜索到一家还不错的骨汤饭馆。
“可以,走吧。”墨轩把手机揣进兜里,挽着杨老师。
来到饭馆。
选好位置坐下,因是高峰期,只得用二维码扫码点餐。
“好了。”王柯询问着每个人的口味和喜好,点好餐。
“点完了?等吃完再算钱哈。”
“行。”
“诶,对了,下午那个‘劳动法’是说要考试吧。”
“对呀,上次下课时说的。”
“准备的怎么样?”
“不怎么样。”
“看都没看。”
五人一言搭一句的“漫不经心”议论着下午的考试。
“等等。”
“怎么了?”
“你们没有闻到什么味道吗?”
“什么?”
“梅干菜扣肉的味道。”
墨轩的鼻子是真灵,就在她们右侧五六米处,真有一个做梅干菜扣肉饼的摊位。
“你这鼻子,属狗的吧。”
“诶,你们吃不。”
“我可没有再多的胃容量能再装一个饼了。”
“Me too.”
“老师,你要吃个不,很香的。”
“可以呀。”
“轩儿,顺道给我也带一个吧,我也想吃。”看样子,王柯也被这味道给控住了。
“好嘞。”话音刚落,就迫不及待的朝摊位跑去。
几分钟后,回到餐馆。
三个饼,老师,王柯,自己各一个。
“你们的餐来了,请慢用。”
过了一小会儿,两位服务员一起把她们的餐用餐盘端了过来。
“谢谢。”
正用勺子搅拌着碗里的汤饭,散散热气。
“嗯?”
“怎么了?”
“班群里有通知。”手机一直放在桌上的墨轩注意到了班级群里的消息,嘴里还正吃着刚买来的肉饼。
“说什么了?”
“全体成员,一点四十到四教六零七教室。”
“这是要干甚么?”
“谁知道。”
“那就甭管,先吃饭。”
“对对对,先吃饭。”
“诶,我尝尝你的圆子。”王柯用手里的叉子夺走了李欣碗里为数不多的肉圆子。
“嘿,那我得吃你一块酥肉。”
“呼,好烫。”
舒适闲散的用餐时间正一点一点流逝。
(To be continued...)