After school at noon, Mr. Wang sold half a box of popsicles. When the students left the school gate, they had already found five cents and gathered around noisily, and the cries of "Teacher Wang sold me a popsicle" were as bustling as a freshly hatched chicken. He was busy collecting money and goods, and he was overwhelmed. In the past, when he stood at the school gate after school, he checked the clothing and discipline of the students who went out, wore hats crookedly, and wore open clothes and trouser legs, and were corrected one by one, he often had a sense of sacredness, and it was a major social responsibility of primary school teachers to cultivate children to develop civilized living habits since childhood. Now he has no time to take care of this, and his mind is already messed up with the money and goods, and he always feels a little uncomfortable when he takes the coin from every little hand, and I am earning my students' money! because I am not attentive, I often find the wrong money or take the wrong goods. At this time, He Xiaomao, the head of his Liujia class, ran over: "Teacher Wang, you collect the money, and I will take the popsicles." Teacher Wang hurriedly said, "After school, go home and eat!" He Xiaomao insisted on not leaving, and helped him sell popsicles. After school, Hong Feng was about to flow over, He Xiaomao suddenly grabbed a boy's shoulder and dragged him to Teacher Wang: "How did you steal popsicles?"

Teacher Wang was shocked that the boy who was caught was not a student in his Liujia class, and he couldn't name him. The boy argued: "I have paid the money and handed it over to Mr. Wang." Xiao Mao didn't let go: "You didn't pay at all!" I watched Teacher Wang collect whomever the money, I gave it to whomever the popsicle was, and you didn't pay it at all. Mr. Wang, did he hand it in?"

Teacher Wang looked at the boy with a trace of shyness in his eyes, which proved that the boy had not paid the money. He said, "Yes." There was a glint in the boy's eyes, and he bowed deeply and hurriedly, and ran away, and as soon as he ran onto the road, he threw the popsicle into the grass below the road. He Xiaomao pursed his lips, his face turned purple with anger: "Teacher Wang, he didn't pay the money." Teacher Wang said, "I know I haven't paid it." He Xiaomao asked fiercely: "Then why did you let him go? Didn't you say that you should develop an honest character since childhood? Why do you also lie?" Teacher Wang said: "Yes, sometimes...... Need to be tolerant of others. You don't understand yet. ”

He Xiaomao left unhappily.

Yang Xiaoguang came with a popsicle box on his back, and said with a smile: "Teacher Wang, it's time to change places, it's time for me to stand at the front door." ”

Teacher Wang nodded, carried the suitcase and went to the school gate. Looking back, Yang Xiaoguang had moved the bench to the side of the road, and shouted loudly: "Popsicle-jelly bean smoothie-stick-" He realized that he hadn't even shouted for a whole morning. He hurried back to the dormitory, put down the box, his stomach empty and panicked but did not want to eat. He drank a cup of cold tea, lay down and fell asleep.

Teacher Wang was being woken up in a trance, and when he opened his eyes, it turned out to be He Xiaomao standing in front of the bed. He Xiaomao said anxiously: "Teacher Wang, hurry up, the students are all coming to school, and they are selling some popsicles while they are not in class!" Teacher Wang was a little disgusted when he heard this, such a young student is keen on the way of buying and selling popsicles, which is disgusting. He didn't want to hurt the enthusiasm of the students, so he had to say, "Oh...... Good...... I'll go. ”

He Xiaomao was even more energetic: "Teacher Wang, if you are tired, I will sell it for you for a while, and you will come back in time for class." ”

Teacher Wang shook his head: "You go and prepare for class! I'm not tired. ”

He Xiaomao walked up to Mr. Wang, who was washing his face in front of the basin stand, and said, "Mr. Wang, my dad told me to bring another box of popsicles when I go back later, you take it, I take it, and you can sell another box." ”

Teacher Wang seems to have linked He Xiaomao with He Shecang at this time, and he said: "If your father wants to buy it, he will go to the school popsicle factory to buy it, and it is cheap." ”

He Xiaomao said: "My father said that he wanted to buy it from you, so that you can make more money." ”

Teacher Wang frowned when he heard this, and closed his mouth, with a very strong antipathy in his heart. The enthusiastic help of the head of the Liujia class he coached just aroused his disgust, this twelve-year-old child's enthusiasm for business and interpersonal relationships made him feel annoying, but he couldn't bear to hurt the child, so he pretended to be casual and persuaded again: "You go to prepare for class!"

He Xiaomao's enthusiasm was not brought into play, and he walked out of the house a little disappointed. When he was about to leave the house, He Xiaomao turned back unwillingly: "Teacher Yang has already sold three boxes. Teacher Wang...... You're too ......."

Teacher Wang said coldly, "You go and prepare for class! What do children do with these things?"

He Xiaomao is gone. Teacher Wang carried the box on his back and walked towards the back door. There is a row of thick acacia trees at the back door, and the dense leaves cover a shade, refreshing and cool. Teacher Wang sat on the stone bench, fanning himself with a handkerchief, but the image of He Xiaomao's father and son floated in his mind. This He Xiaomao is He Shecang many years ago, with a thin head, a white and tender face, eyelashes that are much longer than ordinary children and deeper eyes, looking smart and beautiful. He is as smart as his father, quick to respond, receptive, and has always been at the top of his class, and his teachers have always been optimistic that he will develop greatly in the future. Now, Mr. Wang obviously felt the significant difference between He Xiaomao and his father He Shecang, the always shy look in the eyes of his father He Shecang was gone in He Xiaomao's eyes, but there was a vulgar look that was more shrewd than ordinary children and not quite the same age as him......

"Teacher Wang, give, I'll buy popsicles!"

Four or five little girls were already gathered around him, reaching out to him and holding the money in their hands. Mr. Wang interrupted his thoughts and immediately collected the money and took the goods. He glanced out the back door into the campus, and a string of male and female students rushed towards the back door, and his business suddenly boomed. During the lunch break, when the temperature suddenly rises, it is the golden time for popsicles and cold drinks to become popular, and it is very pleasant for children to consume a popsicle during the free time before class. Mr. Wang was busy collecting money and getting the goods, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his head and face, and he didn't care to wipe them, seeing that a box of popsicles was about to be sold out.

"Mr. Wang's business is booming!"

Teacher Wang raised his sweaty face and saw Yang Xiaoguang standing aside, the physical education teacher's sturdy and flexible body had a natural beauty, but Teacher Wang listened to that with a rancid taste, through the forced smile in his eyes, Teacher Wang saw the hostility of the foundation. He couldn't guess what he meant, but he replied, "Well, it's hot now, and the kids ......."

Yang Xiaoguang blinked mysteriously: "Teacher Wang, I'll show you a Western scene-" As he spoke, he came to take Teacher Wang's hand.

Teacher Wang was puzzled: "What's so beautiful! Don't joke." ”

Yang Xiaoguang insisted on holding his hand: "You can go and see it, it's interesting!"

Teacher Wang couldn't refuse, and the strong arms of the physical education teacher pulled him and dragged him towards the campus.

When Teacher Wang stood outside the window of a classroom and saw a scene in the classroom, he was almost so angry that he fainted-