When the photo of "a psychiatrist kissing a female teacher in the consulting room" became a hot search topic, Lin Wanzhou's whole world collapsed.
Teachers' ethics have declined, they are mentally ill, they lead bad students... Every label is like a knife.
The principal forced her to resign, her parents scolded her for being embarrassed, and netizens leaked all her information.
She silently deleted all her social media accounts and bought a ticket to the deepest mountains.
She thought, just go to a place where she doesn't know anyone and die quietly.
Children in the mountains don't know what the hot searches are.
They only know that the new teacher Lin has red eyes but warm hands; she will lead them to write poems in Chinese class, saying that "poetry is a poor child's telescope."
She wrote to girls who wanted to drop out of school and get married: "You are the wilderness, not a dowry."
She pointed the live broadcast camera at the leaky classroom and said calmly: "There is no moral corruption of teachers here, just a group of children who can't wait for the light."
Everyone thought the story ended there - until that rainy night.
There was a knock on the dilapidated wooden door of the school building.
Standing outside the door was Song Guilu, who was soaked all over. Her eyes, which were always calm, were burning with fire that Lin Wanzhou had never seen before:
"I tore up the case."
"Lin Wanzhou, you are not my patient, you are my accomplice."
"Now, do you dare to go back with me and drag those who judge us off the altar one by one?"
Purpose: In an era of spiritual desolation, find a way back