Japanese seniors in class

  This year I gave a special lecture on “City and Countryside” at Ritsumeikan University in Kyoto, which focused on interviewing the actual feelings of many villages. The so-called “rural areas” are mostly Japanese villages. Term of half a year, 14 lessons, 90 minutes each.
  Except for Japan’s national holidays and I had to take a break when I went back for a business trip, it was roughly once a week. On the day of class, I usually go to college in advance. I like to bury a bunch of college students in the library. I am tired of reading, and I feel young even if I take a nap.
  No matter which country, China or Japan, any university is basically a symbol of youth!
  Last week I went to university as usual. It was clear that the weather in May was the same as the temperature in July. The weather forecast said that the temperature in Kyoto had reached 32 degrees Celsius, and the weather became more and more abnormal. When I entered the classroom, I found that the central air conditioner had not been turned on. The classroom with more than 100 students was like a steamer.
  In addition, the classroom is not a stepped classroom. Every student is sitting side by side. The close distance becomes a major factor of indoor heating.
  Discuss with the school administration department, ask if you can turn on the air conditioner, and answer: “Not right now!” It is said that the Japanese government is advocating energy saving. Schools use air conditioning not only to set seasonal restrictions, but also to lock the time of day. use. It seems that the heavens that warm up in advance are against us!
  The students started to complain. Although I took the microphone to explain to everyone, it seemed that there were not many students listening to my explanations, and the classroom was awkward and a little confusing.
  The above state in the classroom lasted several minutes. To be honest, I don’t want to blame the students either. I was trying to persuade them with euphemisms. At this moment, the door of the classroom suddenly opened.
  An old man with sweaty hands, squatting his hands on an electric two-wheeler, his head was slightly raised, he greeted me and the students in the classroom, followed by the two-wheeler, his legs slowly Step forward, step by step, it doesn’t look very accustomed, and it is very difficult to walk. A female student stood up to help the old man, but he smiled and refused, and still insisted on leaving.
  The confusion in the classroom came to an abrupt end, and everyone, including me, focused on the old man. In our opinion, the old man may be struggling, but there is no pain in his expression, even though the sweat is flowing to his beard.
  He sat in the front row and told me with his eyes that he had a note for me. I quickly walked over to pick it up and opened it to know that this note was written to me and also to my classmates. So, I picked up the microphone and said, “Classmates, the old man gave me a note, and now I’ll read it to everyone.”
  I paused and started to say: “Mr. Mao, my name is Nakagawa Hiraburo, and I’m 73 years old. I have raised cattle since I was a child. I still have 20 cows in my home in the village. I lost my wife very early. She died of illness. We have a daughter. She is a great animal husbandry veterinarian, but I got it two years ago. Parkinson’s disease, it is embarrassing to be so embarrassed now. I ca n’t say much in my old age. I just want to listen to rural affairs, so I went to this university as an audit student. I do n’t know if I can How long it lasts, but I will clenched my teeth desperately. I have troubled your classmates, and please forgive
  me . Please! Please read this note, I found that the classroom was quite quiet, no one was because of it. It was hot and complained, and no classmate mumbled because the air conditioner was not turned on. The classroom windows were closed and everyone was sweating.
  Until I finished this class, the whole classroom was still quiet, so quiet that it was almost abnormal!