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Probably in such a gentle atmosphere, it has been flowing for more than ten days, and there is no "argument" about anything.
One thing that caught me off guard came like this.
Of course it doesn't mean that this incident caught me off guard.
Rather, this matter really affected too much.
So much so that it has been burned into an indelible memory.
In the morning, it happened to be the weekend, and I was playing with the children around the school, organizing a small game.
Halfway through the game, the phone rang and it was my mother.
"Hello! surprise!"
"How is it, is Dad recovering from illness?"
I frowned a little, and my expression was too obvious, and I deliberately avoided the eyes of the children looking at me, still unsatisfied.
Go to the side.
The usual concern on the other end of the phone is different from usual, because the voice is getting closer and the joy conveyed is deafening.
To be precise, it is not approaching, but the sound is getting closer and closer to my ears, as if penetrating the screen.
I suddenly looked around.
Just saw my parents carrying a lot of things and appearing in front of me.
"Ah, why are you here, how are you, Dad?"
In a blink of an eye, I was already hanging on my mother, clinging to her.
Long time no see, I really miss you.
"Hey, it's not that you are worried about your father, and came to see you directly after he was discharged from the hospital."
"You guys are the best~"
"What's in the bag?"
"I bought you daily necessities, clothes, and money."
The students came around from the surrounding area, one by one, they kindly called "Hello Uncle and Auntie!" Then they praised me to respond to my parents' concerns and questions.
Mom pulled me aside.
"Don't forget the big things, you need to raise their awareness of learning, but your village seems to be okay? It's not that bad."
I nodded. This place is indeed much better than other teachers, because it is not too remote, and the class I lead is still in the third year of high school, and most of what they say can be understood.
Then my mother put her mouth to my ear furtively.
"What about your friend, the one you helped her ask about the manuscript last time, I brought her a gift too, if she's here, I'll talk to her."
Hearing this sentence, my heart missed half a beat and hovered directly.
My head directly took the opportunity to shrink into my mother's arms, trying to get away with it.
Fortunately, my brain is still enough. With a disgusted expression, I changed the subject and spit out the sentence "You didn't bring gifts for the children?"
"Of course I did."
My mother looked proud.
"She has gone out, and she will help the village when she is free."
"Okay, then you will help me give it to her then."
I just used this trust to get away with it, but I saw my mother's questioning eyes with my own eyes.
It can be regarded as a sigh of relief.
After getting bored with my mother, I immediately ran to my father.
In the spirit of breaking the casserole and asking the bottom line, I have asked hundreds of times about what I want to say and what I am worried about.
My father is the kind of person who belongs to most families who is not good at words, but seeing his face of "recovering from a serious illness", it can be regarded as a stone in his heart.
Just when I kept hugging and chatting with my parents and so on.
I saw that familiar thin figure from the back.
Come towards me.
Creeping.
I was really a little scared, that kind of nervous feeling that I didn't want to pierce the paper, and my throat was about to evaporate.
I quickly pulled Pepe over.
"Little guy, this is my parents, parents, his name is Pepe, and I live at his house."
Pepe echoed with an obedient and sensible face.
It is estimated that the children here miss their parents very much.
After explaining the situation of the parents of the children here in my mother's ear, they also showed a kind face.
"Hello, uncle and aunt."
Oops, that familiar voice sounded from my ear.
Not because of anything else, but because he was afraid that he would "reveal" something, such as the manuscript. After all, he knew about it. I was really afraid that he would tell my parents to thank my aunt.
I'm so nervous that my scalp is numb, it's trueEvery nerve in his body was imprisoned, and he just stayed in the air, dumbfounded for an instant.
When my parents heard his voice, they smiled and went up to shake hands.
Parents don't seem to have anything curious or want to ask, maybe they think they are just students.
After all, the standard polite expression on their faces at the moment is exactly the same as when I first came here and looked at the thin monkey and thought it had nothing to do with me.
My mother also seems to want to take out the gifts for the children and give a share to the thin monkey.
Maybe it's because she is a student.
Because she said
"Oh, you are the tallest among the students!"
Immediately, I turned my back and slapped myself on the forehead. Resting my forehead was my most common gesture, and I was depressed for at least three minutes.
"Mom and Dad, he is not a student, he is from the village, he helps many people, and writes to the village"
Before I finished speaking, before I wanted to take the opportunity to introduce Shouhou to them, I was interrupted by my parents' words and deeds.
They are really not curious at all.
Why.
Suddenly there was a burst of sadness in my heart.
"I'm sorry, kid, I thought you were a student just now, so you probably don't need this stationery, so I'll give you something to use!"
After they shook hands, they never looked at the thin monkey directly, and kept flipping through the bag.
However, Thin Monkey still has the air of a poor scholar. .
I quickly interjected, "He can use it!"
But the thin monkey smiled at me, waved to me, and then waited for the gift from my parents in a naive manner.
"Son, take this, the elderly at home can also use it, pot!"
"Thank you uncle and aunt!"
The thin monkey said sonorously.
The sound is very loud.
With a sincere face and a very happy smile.
Then my parents gave it to my children and went on to find other things.
I called the thin monkey over.
"What are you doing here?"
My tone was a little impatient, and I was afraid of something.
"Hey, Teacher He's parents must say hello!"
He just smiled idiotically while holding the pot.
I said.
"You don't want to settle the money, do you?"
"Save your manuscript fee! Buy food for grandpa."
For the first time, the thin monkey answered "hmm!" to this kind of question
It was just after he bowed his head, winked, and raised his head again.
Seems to have experienced a mental struggle.
Maybe you really remember what I said that day.
My heart is even more sour.
"Don't say thank you to my aunt later, it's a secret, and the children will hear it later."
The thin monkey was stunned, and his reaction told me that he originally wanted to metabolize, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he slapped his head and remembered it, then nodded and said, "Yes, yes, I almost forgot, okay? teacher!"
"Aren't you busy today?"
I said.
I really want to drive him away, I don't want him to be remembered too much by my parents, after all, he can show better in front of my parents.
I think so.
However, after my parents distributed things to the children, they walked towards me. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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