Ma Zhongguo ate another piece of rabbit meat and stopped eating it.

"Eat, Mr. Ma, why don't you eat it? Don't look at me eating. Lin Ping chewed a piece of rabbit meat in his mouth and said vaguely.

"If you don't eat it, if you don't eat it, you will get old, you will have a bad stomach, and you can't digest it. Teacher Ma shook his head again and again, then got up to make a fire to cook porridge, and said with a sigh while washing rice: "People are old, they can't eat good things, or a bowl of thin porridge with coarse tea and light rice is the most appetizing." ”

Ma Zhongguo didn't eat it, and Lin Ping suddenly felt that it wasn't very tasty to eat alone.

Lin Ping put the lunch box in front of Liu Qingmei's eyes: "Come, Qingmei, you can eat too." ”

Liu Qingmei held her cheeks and smiled: "Teacher, I don't eat, I have eaten at home." I gave you and Teacher Ma half of it, and my grandma and I still have half of it. ”

"Oh. Lin Ping had no choice but to take another piece and fill it in his mouth, but no matter how he chewed it, he didn't feel as fragrant as the few pieces he had just eaten.

"Hurry up, teacher, otherwise the classmates will come later!" Liu Qingmei urged Lin Ping on the side.

"Oh, good. Lin Ping looked at the rabbit meat in the lunch box, and then shouted, "Teacher Ma, you can eat a few more pieces, I can't finish it myself." ”

Teacher Ma stuck out his head from the next room: "Come on, look at you like that, you are greedy and a monkey, not to mention this half rabbit, even a pig you can eat." ”

"Uh...... No, I really ......" Lin Ping continued to humbly concede.

"Don't talk nonsense, eat quickly, and come back to drink a bowl of porridge after eating. Ma Zhongguo retracted his head and continued to boil his porridge.

"Alas. ”

Lin Ping shook his head helplessly, but he knew that Ma Zhongguo didn't like to eat or didn't want to eat, he was just letting himself. It's like parents let their children, parents always like to leave the delicious food to their children, and then say that they don't like to eat.

Lin Ping didn't pretend anymore, and ate a piece of rabbit meat in the lunch box.

"Alright, teacher, give me back the lunch box. Liu Qingmei watched Lin Ping finish eating the rabbit meat and said happily.

"Wait a minute. ”

Lin Ping poured some water into the lunch box, shook it, raised his head and drank it into his mouth, so that not a drop of oil in the lunch box was wasted. Then it was brushed and cleaned, and then it was returned to Liu Qingmei.

"Teacher, don't bother, just give me and I'll clean it when I get home. Liu Qingmei took the lunch box and said.

"How can I do that, I don't even brush the bowl for you after eating your things, that's rude. Lin Ping smiled.

"Well, then teacher, I'll go to the classroom to study my homework first. Liu Qingmei put the lunch box in her bag and walked out.

Seeing Liu Qingmei's back disappear when she walked into the classroom, Lin Ping hurriedly gave a long burp, "Hiccup~", comfortable.

"Teacher, teacher, Teacher Lin, Teacher Ma!"

Lin Ping and Ma Zhongguo were drinking the gruel in the morning when they heard the shouts of children outside the door again.

The two of them walked out of the room one after the other, carrying their rice bowls.

"Look, teacher, Happy Teacher's Day, a few of us have made up a gift for you!"

Feng Xiao said happily with the two girls in the lower grades, Liu Yinglan and Ma Xinyue, and Liu Dazhu and Wang Jianshe carried the gifts they had prepared.

"Poof......

Seeing the gifts sent by the five people, Lin Ping couldn't hold back, a mouthful of porridge squirted out, and Ma Zhongguo was also choked and coughed.

"What's the matter, teacher, don't you like it?" Feng Xiao asked suspiciously, "This is the wreath that the five of us picked together in the mountains for you and Teacher Ma, you can see that there are bellflowers, asters, wild cotton, and yueji...... By the way, you see, there are a lot of chrysanthemums!"

It turned out that several children had been thinking about giving Lin Ping and Ma Zhongguo this year's Teacher's Day gifts two days ago, and Feng Xiao took several junior children in their village to discuss that because of the arrival of Teacher Lin, this year's gifts must be different from previous years, and they should be bigger and grander. So the last five people decided to weave a wreath for Mr. Lin and Mr. Ma with all kinds of wildflowers on the mountain. The wreath is full of fragrance and the vitality of autumn, and it is also to praise the two teachers who are like gardeners.

The children's intentions are good, but this wreath is a little bigger.

Therefore, in the eyes of Lin Ping and Ma Zhongguo, what this group of children was carrying was not a wreath at all, but a wreath.

"Thank you, teacher, for teaching us!"

As soon as Feng Xiao spoke, Liu Dazhu and Wang Jianshe hurriedly walked up with garlands, and the most annoying thing was that they bowed to Lin Ping and Ma Zhongguo.

Lin Ping suddenly wanted to laugh, and was numb by the scalp of this group of children. Looking at Ma Zhongguo again, his old face was also speechless.

"What's the matter, Mr. Lin, Mr. Ma, don't you like it?"

Feng Xiao asked curiously and panickedly when she saw that Lin Ping and Ma Zhongguo had not taken the meaning of the garland for a long time, she felt that the two teachers didn't seem to like this gift they had carefully prepared, and she was a little nervous.

Lin Ping touched the back of his head, then coughed twice and said: "Feng Xiao, that's the case, your heart teacher has already understood it, and I thank you very much for the gift, but this gift is too big, so the teacher has a suggestion, that is, can you take it apart and weave it into a few small garlands, it's too big and inconvenient, right?"

Feng Xiao looked at the big garland, then at the two teachers, and said very happily: "But, teacher, it was not easy for a few of us to make it so big, and it won't look good if it's small." ”

"Alas," Lin Ping sighed, thinking that he had died once anyway, and he didn't shy away from it so much, so he reached out and took the garland, but after thinking about it, he still said: "What about this gift, the teacher accepted it today, but you must not do it in the future." You are allowed to give such a gift to anyone this time and not to anyone in the future. ”

Children are young and have little experience, and they don't know much about many customs, so they may commit some taboos. For example, whenever a child says something wrong and violates taboos, some superstitious parents will quickly say, "No taboo in children's words, don't blame them." There is such a description in Mr. Ba Jin's "Home":

"Because Juequn said unlucky things in the hall, the old lady wrote a red note of 'Tong Yan Wuji, good luck', took it out and pasted it on the doorpost. ”

What Feng Xiao did today is a very taboo thing, that is, he met the more enlightened Lin Ping and Ma Zhongguo, if this gift is sent to some more traditional families, these children may be directly beaten.

Either way, Lin Ping, as a teacher, felt obligated to remind several children to prevent them from making similar mistakes again.

"Why?" asked Liu Dazhu stupidly.

For this gift is not called a wreath, but a wreath, not for the living. ”

Lin Ping was thinking about how to answer the children, but Ma Zhongguo on the side said bluntly.

"Ahh

Several of the children were taken aback.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, we were wrong. Feng Xiao quickly apologized.

"It's fine. ”

Lin Ping smiled and dismantled the big garlands, and then knitted them into small garlands, and said happily: "Look, isn't it good now?"

"Is it a gift for the living now?" Liu Dazhu asked in fear.

"Of course!" Lin Ping put a garland on his head, "Look, how beautiful." ”

Then he put it on Ma Zhongguo's head, and Mr. Ma, who was over half a hundred years old, looked particularly funny after wearing a bright garland, which made the children laugh.

"I want it too!

The children began to snatch the garland in Lin Ping's hand, and for a while, the atmosphere became active again.