2014年教师节,小雅来看我。在一家动漫公司做美术设计的她,显得干练、知性。她要在母校里走走,我放下手里的作业本,一路相陪。她向我汇报她的工作情况,以及对收入的满足感和买房的打算。我很开心,直夸她有出息。她笑着说以后挣大钱了要好好孝敬我,然后非要缠着我去以前的女生宿舍楼看看。“老师,还记得您在二楼值班室里跟我学抽烟的事吗?”“记得,这一晃七八年都过去了……”那一年,我是挺着大肚子当高一的班主任。领导很照顾我,把我的教室和学生宿舍都分在了较低的楼层。 2014 Teacher’s Day, Xiao Ya come to see me. She is artful and intellectual in art design at an animation company. She wants to walk in alma mater, I put down my homework, all the way to accompany. She reported to me her work, as well as satisfaction with the income and the intention to buy a house. I am very happy, straight praise she has good news. She smiled and said after making big money to honor me, and then have to haunt me to look at the former girl dormitory. “Teacher, remember you on the second floor duty room to learn to smoke with me? ” “Remember, this astonishing seven or eight years have passed ... ” That year, I was holding a high stomach A class teacher. The leadership took care of me and divided my classrooms and student residences into lower floors.