The reason why the old principal stopped Xiang Xinrong's questioning was because he had felt that the family's problem was with Wen Jinhe's mother, and secondly, he wanted to give Wen Jinhe a buffer time to let her say it herself.

Wen Jinhe understood what the teacher meant, and also knew that the two teachers in front of her were her most trustworthy people, after thinking about it for a while, she decided to tell the two teachers truthfully about her two mothers, after she cleared her throat, her eyes flashed with tears, and she choked up and said, My two mothers are gone.

The old principal and Xiang Xinrong both looked at him in surprise, their faces looked very heavy, but they didn't make a sound.

"When I was eight years old, my mother followed my father to go fishing, and when the boat capsized, the boat capsized, and my mother never came back, and she has not been found. "Mother is the scar of her life, not in front of the teacher, she will not easily uncover this scar, Wen Jinhe said with tears in her eyes.

The old principal's eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, but he still didn't make a sound, just seriously listened to him, and it was always better to listen than to inquire in his heart.

"A month ago, my brother suddenly disappeared and could not be found, and a few days later, my stepmother also ran away from home and has not been heard from since. ”

The facts are already very clear, Xiang Xinrong began to blame himself for his recklessness, when he was working for the cultural dragon a few days ago, he should have asked Wen Jinrong to understand the situation first, he didn't seem to complain about the cultural dragon that was not soaked in oil and salt, but he was a little sympathetic to him.

The old principal stood up, handed Wen Jinhe a handkerchief, and said like a loving father, Jinhe, I didn't expect you to suffer so much, we should have come to know your situation earlier, this is my dereliction of duty, but suffering is sometimes a fortune, you have to cheer up and come out of the shadow of suffering.

"How can you blame the teacher, the last time the teacher came to my house to do work for my father, I was already very grateful, I couldn't help it, and I can only blame myself for not being angry and disappointing the teacher. Wen Jinhe is indeed a sensible child, and she was moved to tears in the face of the two elders who cared about her.

Cultural Dragon's luck these days is not bad, early in the morning to step on the morning mist out, the harvest is full, hit a lot of fish, enough to have a full bag, he took out the tobacco, rolled a big horn, the match a little, a few bites, happily said, call it a day, go home to cook fish and eat.

Wen Wenlong held a fish bag in one hand and fishing tools in the other, and rushed home in high spirits.

Wen Jinhe saw his father walking towards this side, and his heart was nervous, like a mouse seeing a cat, and said tremblingly, Teacher, my father is back, you talk to him, I will enter the house.

The old headmaster thought it was a good opportunity to talk to her father in person, and he nodded at Wen Jinhe and motioned for her to go.

Xiang Xinrong was already a little jealous of the cultural dragon, especially after listening to Wen Jinhe's story, thinking of the big truths he said a few days ago, he felt a little weak-hearted, and lowered his head gloomily.

Although Wen Wenlong didn't look at the two people sitting in the ping, he knew very well in his heart that these two people must have come to be lobbyists and wanted Wen Jinhe to study, and he was very disgusted, he wanted to dry them, and after putting away the fishing tools without hurry, he walked slowly towards the place where they were sitting.

The strange thing is that when the old principal looked up at the cultural dragon, the cultural dragon lowered his head just now, immediately bent down, and said excitedly, Principal Hu, it's you, are you okay?

"Are you ......" the old headmaster was stunned, and looked at him with puzzled eyes.

"I'm your student culture dragon, remember? The cultural dragon changed his previous arrogant demeanor and said very respectfully.

Principal Hu patted the top of his skull, looked at the cultural dragon with wide eyes, suddenly realized, and said in surprise, you are a dragon, I remember that your family doesn't seem to be here, right?

Wen Wenlong's face was excited, and he immediately explained: "Yes, my family's previous house was in Sishengyuan, and one year there was a big flood, and the wall completely collapsed, and the house also collapsed, so I moved here, I still remember when I was in high school, you also went to my house." ”

"Yes, you didn't want to study anymore, I went to persuade you to go back to school. ”

Wen Wenlong didn't take Principal Hu's words, but looked at Xiang Xinrong, who bowed his head and was silent, with a very sincere look on his face full of ravines, "Teacher Xiang, I'm sorry, it was my bad attitude that day. ”

"It's all for the children, nothing matters, don't take it to heart. Xiang Xinrong has some good feelings about Cultural Dragon, and he can naturally accept his apology.

A teacher for one day and a father for life. Wenhualong swept away his indifferent attitude towards Xiang Xinrong last time, and invited the two teachers very warmly: "Principal Hu, Teacher Xiang, go and sit in the house, I just caught a big fish and came back, wait for it to be cooked, let's drink some wine together and catch up with the old days." ”

Xiang Xinrong glanced at the old principal, meaning that you are in charge, I listen to you, of course Principal Hu understands the meaning of Xiang Xinrong, he glanced at the cultural dragon with a firm gaze, and said to him with a smile, Then listen to your arrangement.

Wenhua Long was flattered and said, it is still the teacher to give face, so let's sit in the hall first.

The father, who usually had the face of the Lord of Yama, actually took the old principal and Teacher Xiang into the hall with a smile and a smile, Wen Jinhe was a little confused by the second monk, but she felt that this should be a good omen, and went to the stove house to make tea happily.

As soon as he entered the hall, Wenhua Long beckoned the two teachers to sit down, and then shouted to Wen Jinhe in the stove house, Jinhe, don't hurry up and make tea for Principal Hu and Teacher Xiang.

"Dad, I'm making tea, and I'll be fine right away. Wen Jinhe was rarely happy in his heart and replied loudly.

Principal Hu narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully, Hualong, you have raised a very sensible girl.

Wenhua Long didn't say anything, but as if he was a different person, he said excitedly: "You two sit down first, I'll cook the fish, my craftsmanship will definitely not disappoint the teacher." ”

Xiang Xinrong looked at the cultural dragon with a 180-degree turn in his attitude, suspicious, and asked curiously, old principal, there should be a lot of stories about this cultural dragon.

"He, when he was studying, he was a man of the year in our school, one of the students I taught, one of the most talented people in mathematics, there were three geniuses with excellent mathematical talent among their students, known as the 'Three Musketeers', and now one is an internationally renowned scientist, that is, Dr. Xie who often returns to his alma mater to make reports, one is the first judge in our province, and the other is the cultural dragon, but I didn't expect him to become a fisherman, I really don't know how this kid did it," Principal Hu looked proud, completely intoxicated by his past youth, "I am glad that his daughter Wen Jinhe has inherited his mathematical talent." ”

Wen Jinhe came over with tea, and when she saw that the old principal was talking happily with Teacher Xiang, she smiled and said, Old Principal, what are you talking about with Teacher Xiang?

Xiang didn't hide it from the teacher, and said happily, the old principal was talking about your father's study.

"How could the old principal know my father?" Wen Jinhe felt a little incredulous and asked curiously.

"It's not just acquaintance, your dad is still my student. The old headmaster said with a smile on his face.

"It's still a proud protégé, but it's a pity that it's ......," Xiang Xinrong said regretfully.

"No, my dad is a fisherman. Wen Jinhe muttered in his heart and said suspiciously.

"Creation makes people, every man has his own life. Principal Hu shook his head and let out a long sigh.