"Brother!"

Watching Zhao Qingqing rush towards the youth, Li Diefei was stunned, in her impression, Zhao Qingqing was the kind of cold beauty who didn't bother to look at a boy fighting, and didn't frown when she beat someone.

Where did this enthusiastic Zhao Qingqing come from?

Then Zhao Qingqing lay directly on the young man's back, rubbing his face, and the young man with a face that was not handsome threw away the cigarette in his hand, full of helplessness.

This scene is very warm in Li Diefei's eyes.

"Hello, Li Diefei, Qingqing's homeroom teacher. Li Diefei stretched out his hand and introduced himself naturally.

"Wait a minute. The young man stretched out his hand and hesitated for a moment, then took it back, got rid of his clingy sister, handed her the fishing rod by the way, and walked along the bluestone slab to the pond.

The sound of the herringbone shoe shaking was harsh, what was he going to do? Wash his hands.

Zhao Qingqing was powerless for a while, her brother was "Xianbao" again, she stared at Li Diefei, as long as this woman showed a little disdain, she would let this woman in the magic capital know what spicy crucian carp was in the next lunch!

Li Diefei, who didn't notice Zhao Qingqing's unfriendly gaze at all, looked at the young man who was rubbing his hands vigorously, and was overwhelmed, they were really a pair of strange brothers and sisters.

After washing his hands, the young man ran up and rubbed the water stains off his pants vigorously, and just stretched out his hand.

"Brother, the fish has been hooked!

"Steady, steady!"

The young man shouted as he hurriedly ran over to take the fishing rod, but for a second or two, the fishing rod did not move, he turned his head to look at his sister, and wondered, "What?

Zhao Qingqing said with a hippie smile: "Teacher Li, didn't you say that you want to experience rural life? ”

If it weren't for the presence of the homeroom teacher, the young man's cleanly washed but untouched hand would have slapped his sister's buttocks.

When the two entered the house, the young man had a quiet smile on his face, of course he would not be angry with his sister's naughtiness, and he was content with a fishing rod in his hand.

"How can an elder brother call himself Lao Tzu in front of his sister. As soon as he entered the room, Li Diefei couldn't help muttering, quite suspicious that he had nothing to say.

"My brother raised me, what's wrong with him calling himself Lao Tzu?" Zhao Qingqing was skillfully busy in the kitchen, although it was already a little too much, but she was familiar with her brother's eating habits, and she knew very well that her brother had not eaten lunch yet.

"Do you need my help?" Li Diefei was dumbfounded, not dwelling on this really unpleasant topic.

She hasn't experienced the pain of losing her parents, but that doesn't mean she won't feel sorry for her child's tragic experience, she is kind, many people say so, and she herself feels that kindness is indispensable.

"The visitor is a guest, and besides, you are a teacher. Zhao Qingqing skillfully did the opposite, or rather, the method of agitation.

"Then I'll take a look. Li Diefei neatly exited the kitchen.

Zhao Qingqing couldn't wait to give herself a slap, and glared hatefully, for the first time he found that this head teacher still had such a cunning side.

As a class teacher, Li Diefei is quite responsible for her students, perhaps because of her enthusiasm as a new teacher, or because she wants to be an excellent gardener from the bottom of her heart.

But the teacher industry is the most testing, the most tormenting, parents will still pass on their unhappiness to their children, unhappy will take children to make a punching bag, children make mistakes and have no patience to teach to reach out and hit, teachers face all kinds of students, want to continue to maintain enthusiasm and teaching, not a "difficult" word can be said clearly.

But at least half a year since she joined the company, she has tried to communicate as much as possible with the parents of every student, and has held two parent-teacher conferences, both times from morning to night, and she has a penny of overtime pay?

In the evening, she also sat in the teahouse with a few parents close to the school, which made many homeroom teachers of the same grade sneer, but she didn't care, nobility is one of the most envied things in today's society, because too many people have despicable hearts.

Her parents don't work in the field, she will visit one by one, and the reason why she has not come to Zhao Qingqing's house until now is because the school does not have the contact information of Zhao Qingqing's brother at all, there seems to be an emergency A few days ago Zhao Qingshan called the school, but she asked for the phone number and called again, and the other end said that she didn't know Zhao Qingshan.

The most important thing is that Zhao Qingqing himself is extremely uncooperative, so it is impossible not to even have his brother's contact information, right?

There is no doubt that Li Diefei realized very early on that the whole class belongs to Zhao Qingqing's poorest family, as one of the top 100 counties in the country with a national economic development zone, the proportion of adobe houses must be very low, and in the towns and villages where the rich points are, not a single adobe house can be found, as for the family without liquefied gas, it is the first time for Li Diefei to grow up so big, and while sighing that he can eat authentic firewood rice, he is more pity for this pair of poor brothers and sisters.

The black-and-white photos of the young couple in the main hall were particularly shocking, so that Li Diefei couldn't bear to look at them.

In order to reduce the dust in the room, the walls are full of paper, some are calendar paper, some are certificates, or thinner cardboard boxes, as long as the paper is larger, they can be used, but before they are nailed to the wall, they also play other roles, or practice calligraphy, brush words, pen words, or records or drafts of various disciplines, she got close to a few certificates, because the back is outward, and the time is a little long, so it is difficult to distinguish the content written on the certificate.

Zhao Qingqing, the first place in the final exam of the second semester of the third year, is encouraged.

Zhao Qingqing, the first place in the first semester of the fourth grade, in which he won the first place in the exam, is encouraged.

Zhao Qingshan, the first place in the midterm exam in the first semester of junior high school, is encouraged.

Zhao Qingshan, the first place in the province in the junior high school Olympiad is hereby awarded.

Zhao Qingshan, the first place in the province in the junior high school chemistry competition is hereby awarded.

......

In the end, Li Diefei read all the awards, whether it was Zhao Qingqing or Zhao Qingshan, he never won the second place.

Suddenly, she stared at the excerpt of "A little Haoran Qi, a thousand miles of fast wind" with only ten words, and couldn't help herself.

One wore slippers with a scruffy beard and a white-washed shirt.

The pants were torn and had some oil stains that could not be washed.

Looking a little restrained, holding a homemade fishing rod and smoking a low-quality cigarette, the young man whose parents died early and dropped out of junior high school.

Can you write such words, can you read "The Spiritual Will" deeply, and supplement many of Nice's arguments with a mocking attitude?

I almost forgot that he had raised Zhao Qingqing, a monster who, in her opinion, was no less than herself as a top student at Kyoto University! How old was he when their parents died? Only thirteen years old.

Li Diefei, who watched "Sahara Story" in high school and didn't know how many times he cried, couldn't help but feel a little moist in his eyes at this moment.

She hid in her room, saw two more bookshelves, wiped her eyes, and browsed the titles one by one.

In the end, she casually opened a book, and on the title page, a line of words that were extremely restrained but could not hide the wildness:

Glory, fame, wealth, love, pride, all let go!

There are ripples in the heart.

Thunder and thunder.