The first day of school is comparable to doing coolies, and after cleaning the glass, we continue to remove grass, which is very tiring, and it is no different from doing farm work at home.

Xu Hui looked at Xiao Mu a little angrily and said, "Hey, Xiao Mu, you said that we are here to go to school or to do coolies, why do we have to do so much work when we go to school." ”

Xiao Mu put down the bamboo basket containing the garbage in his hand, sat down on the grass and said: "Oh, this is the condition in the countryside, if you don't clean, who will help you clean it, it can't compare with your city, you have to do it yourself." ”

Xu Hui was very disgusted with this, maybe he was used to it in the city, no matter how much Xiao Mu persuaded him, it was useless, and he was still angry.

It seems that he is still a little uncomfortable with the opening ceremony of Nancheng Primary School, a rural school, Xiao Mu didn't say much, let him slowly adapt to it.

The next day was officially in class, and there was an art class at that time, although a few months had passed, Xiao Mu had always had a shadow on the art class, and he had not yet come out of the art teacher's embarrassment.

However, this art class always makes the things that are drawn very simple, and Xiao Mu, who has suffered a loss, did not scribble even though he couldn't draw well, so he still calmed down and painted carefully.

When Xiao Mu handed in the art homework, the teacher didn't say much, and passed the test smoothly.

The art teacher put on his glasses, carefully "admired" Xiao Mu's works, looked at Xiao Mu again, nodded slightly and said, "Well, this time it's about the same, there is progress, Xiao Mu, go down." ”

The art teacher's simple words can make Xiao Mu so happy that she smiles, not to mention how sweet it is.

When the class was about to end, the art teacher announced, "Ahem, students, we have also taken art classes for a semester, and the students' painting skills have also improved a lot, and I am very happy as an art teacher." ”

The audience burst into applause.

After a round of applause, the art teacher said: "So, next I will say something big, listen to me, next week in art class, the students will go to buy a box of watercolor pens to bring, it is not expensive about five yuan, there are twelve colors in it." ”

For fear that the students would buy the wrong one, the teacher also specially borrowed it from the students who had bought watercolor pens in the class and showed it to the students.

Now Xiao Mu, who was originally happy, is unhappy again, money is a hard injury for him, and every time he asks for money or something from his family, it is difficult to speak.

Xiao Mu lowered her head, sullen and unhappy.

When Guo Yang saw it, he asked in a low voice, "Xiao Mu, what's wrong with you, why are you suddenly unhappy." ”

Xiao Muxiao's face turned red, and she said embarrassedly and angrily: "It's not a damn art teacher, let me buy any watercolor pens, I know that I can't afford it and ask us to buy it." ”

Guo Yang comforted Xiao Mu and said, "Don't worry, it's okay, when the time comes, I'll buy it and then we can use it together, what are you worried about." ”

When Xiao Mu heard this, he could share a box of watercolor pens with Guo Yang, and immediately raised his head, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a pure smile.

But the teacher seemed to have heard the conversation between the two, and as soon as Guo Yang's voice fell, the art teacher immediately added: "Listen, everyone must buy it, everyone has a box, I want to check them one by one, and find out who didn't buy it, so don't think about passing his art homework." ”

Xiao Mu thought that this was very unfair to him, so he raised his hand to signal.

When the art teacher saw Xiao Mu raise his hand, he said, "Zhang Xiaomu, if you have any opinions, get up and say it." ”

Xiao Mu got up and said solemnly: "Teacher, why does each student have to have a box in their hands, and can't two people share a box?"

Xiao Mu was very flustered, thinking that the art teacher would be angry, but the art teacher was not angry, but clapped his hands and said: "Good question, why do you want to share a box between people instead of the same table?" Because if two classmates share a box, it is likely that you will not have enough time, and even if you have enough paintings, it is impossible to paint quietly, so I asked you to buy a box each." ”

Then he glanced at Xiao Mu and asked, "Do you have any questions?"

Xiao Mu shook his head and replied loudly, "Report to the teacher, I have no problem." ”

Then he turned to his classmates and said, "Do you have any questions?"

The classroom was silent, and everyone shook their heads quietly, indicating that there was no problem.

"Okay, now that everyone has no problem, let's stop this class, let's get out of class. ”

After class, the other students didn't seem to pay much attention to it, but Xiao Mu kept sullen and sat in his seat, thinking about how to talk to Zhang Laohan about it.

"Hey, Xiao Mu, what do you want?"

Guo Yang's sudden greeting startled Xiao Mu, and he patted his chest in a reluctant, "I'll go, I'm scared to death, what's the matter." ”

"Hehe, no, I'm asking you what you're doing, are you still thinking about watercolor pens?"

Xiao Mu said disapprerovingly: "Yes, otherwise what else can you think, do you know? I don't know how to speak openly with me." ”

Guo Yang sat up straight, stared at Xiao Mu and said, "Cough, what's this, it's not what toys you want to buy yourself, but the teacher insisted on buying it, and he won't say anything if you tell your grandfather." ”

Xiao Mu thought about it, Zhang Laohan might not say anything about himself, but he felt that he just couldn't go and felt very guilty.

After school, Xiao Mu returned home dejected, put the book on the table next to him, and did not speak.

Zhang Laohan saw that something was wrong with Xiao Mu, so he asked Xiao Mu: "Xiao Mu, what's the matter with you, it's only the first day of class, why are you so depressed." ”

Xiao Mu smiled bitterly and said, "Hey...... Hey, it's okay, I'm just a little tired. ”

Xiao Mu obviously hadn't figured out how to talk to Zhang Laohan yet, and his thoughts were even more confused when Zhang Laohan asked him like this.

When I was having dinner, I kept secretly looking at Zhang Laohan's face, although I had deliberately not let Zhang Laohan find out, but I still didn't escape Zhang Laohan's eyes.

"Hey, Xiao Mu, I see that you have been depressed since you came home, there must be something, let's say, something, did you make a mistake again, or did you hide something from us. ”

Xiao Mu thought about it, no matter what, it is better to say it later than to say it early, and now that Zhang Laohan is asking about this juncture, this is a great opportunity.

So he looked up at Zhang Laohan and said, "Grandpa, our art teacher wants to ask us to buy watercolor pens, five yuan a box, there are 12 colors in it, and they say that they must buy it." ”

After speaking, he immediately lifted the bowl, not to mention a few mouthfuls of rice in his mouth, and took a few bites before he kept eating.

Zhang Laohan laughed and said: "Hahaha, I thought it was a big deal, it turned out that I was worried about this, it's okay, grandpa will go to the street to buy it for you another day." ”

Xiao Mu breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't expect Zhang Laohan to agree so quickly.