Qi Yun tried hard to open her eyes, her eyelids were so heavy that they seemed to be covered with a quilt, and no matter how hard she tried, she could only open a slit. It was through this slit that she struggled to roll her eyes a few times, and in a moment of dizziness she was sure that she was now lying in the wing room used by the village chief's family to entertain guests.

There was probably a stove lit in the room, which was quite warm as spring, and for Qi Yun, who had lived in the cold and damp teacher's dormitory for a month and a half, it should be comfortable to wake up in this room.

However, Qi Yun didn't have the heart to experience this kind of comfort now. This is not only because her whole body, especially her arms, face, neck, and back are now numb, painful, itchy, and heavy from being stung by bees, but also because as soon as she regained consciousness, she first sighed for her fallen "dignity of the teacher": "It's all over now!" ”

There was a spicy touch, as if someone had placed a red-hot soldering iron on her face, Qi Yun sat up suddenly in pain and sizzled out.

Although there was only a "field of vision" more than half an inch wide, Qi Yun could barely see clearly, sitting next to her was Ben Wa's aunt, who was using some white paste-like things to paint Qi Yun's bee-stung place, Qi Yun quickly reacted that these white paste-like things were the root of her feeling like being burned.

Seeing Qi Yunhu looking at herself suspiciously, Aunt Benwa was nervous and anxious, and said with a smiling face: "Teacher Qi, I'll give you a garlic compress, not to mention the swelling, and it can also make the place where the bee sting does not scar." ”

As soon as he heard the word "no scar", Qi Yun quickly and obediently lay down and said in a loud voice:

"Sister-in-law, please help me apply it, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

So she experienced the feeling of being burned again. Although Qi Yun had fully felt the tenderness and kindness of the hands that applied garlic to her, it still made her feel painful, and the aunt helped Qi Yun reduce the swelling while whispering in her ear:

"Uncle Benwa locked him in the grocery shed at home, and never let him go out, thinking about waiting for Teacher Qi to heal from his injuries and see how to fix this dead baby."

Qi Yun's brain hurt for a while, and he couldn't help but snort: "Cough...... Forget it, he's a kid. ”

"It can't be counted, Mr. Qi," Aunt Benwa said apologetically: "If Benwa's father is here, I have to hang him on the beam of the house and give you a slap with a belt to relieve your anger." Now that his parents are gone, we can't pump him with a belt, but we can't count it, the teacher says how to clean him up, let's clean him up, we have to give the teacher this breath! ”

Qi Yun didn't speak. When she was stung by a wild bee, she heard that Benwa had gone and returned with a few boys, dragging her out of the wild bee attack, and she didn't know what she would have been stung if Benwa hadn't pressed her into the small river at the entrance of the village with thin ice. Benwa is just a child, and she is not unkind, although this child gives her a headache, a headache, but she doesn't want to be angry now, she is just thinking, how can she "subdue" this child?

Aunt Benwa used garlic to compress Qi Yun's wound, and gently instructed: "Just sleep well." Qi Yun couldn't think of anything, and couldn't open her eyes, a wave of dazed tiredness hit, she was about to fall asleep, when she suddenly heard the eldest grandson of the village chief's family running in, shouting happily:

"Teacher Qi, uncle is here!"

This sentence was so clueless that Qi Yun barely opened his eyes, but he couldn't figure out what the eldest grandson of the village meant. Aunt Benwa took the garlic bowl and asked the eldest grandson of the village to whisper not to disturb Qi Yun's rest, but the eldest grandson of the village did not do it, reluctantly squeezed in front of Qi Yun, and said one after another:

"It's the one who lived in my house last time, a big reporter from China News Agency. The frisbee he made for me last time flew to the beams! ”

Qi Yun finally understood. It's okay if I don't understand, but when I understand, I let out a wail from the bottom of my heart. It seems that the guy who came inappropriately at this inappropriate time was none other than Hong Jian. And whether it was thinking of Hong Jian's unfathomable eyes that seemed to be smiling every time he watched her teaching, or thinking that Hong Jian could be regarded as the temporary guardian of his parents' royal pen no matter how he said it, Qi Yun resisted seeing this person at this moment in his heart.

It's a pity that the sky doesn't follow people's wishes, Qi Yun hasn't had time to come up with a countermeasure, Hong Jian's figure wearing a brown jacket and carrying a long gun and a short cannon has already squeezed into the village chief's low wing, Qi Yun didn't even bother to say anything, but in fact, she didn't need to say anything, Aunt Benwa and the village eldest grandson had already rushed to tell Hong Jian what had happened.

Hong Jian sat at the head of Qi Yun's bed, and sure enough, it was that kind of unfathomable look that seemed to be smiling, and looked at Qi Yun from head to toe, that kind of gaze made Qi Yun like a thorn in his back, and he couldn't wait to kick Hong Jian out of this house.

Fortunately, Hong Jian neither laughed out loud nor said anything shocking. He looked at Qi Yun silently for a while, then returned to his big backpack and rummaged, and took out two bottles of oral Western medicine.

"My sister-in-law has already helped you with garlic compress just now, and it should be able to reduce the swelling in a while; You can take these two medicines in one tablet, get some sleep, and you should be fine at night. ”

After speaking, Hong Jian and Aunt Benwa disappeared from Qi Yun's sight with interest. Qi Yun finally let out a sigh of relief, she was resistant to Hong Jian's appearance at this time, but maybe the habit of dependence when she was a child still played a role in her subconscious, and Qi Yun was still convinced of the authority of Hong Jian's words. Fantasizing that he would be able to restore his skin as smooth as jade as soon as he woke up, Qi Yun forced himself to close his eyes and sleep.

I didn't expect to wake up in the sky. Qi Yun opened her eyes, her first reaction was that her eyes were not as swollen as before she fell asleep, she jumped up from the bed, found the schoolbag she was carrying on a bench, and felt a small mirror from it that she would not leave for a moment. Qi Yun took a closer look at himself in the mirror, and concluded that although he did not return to his usual blow-up, some were dark red, and even some were a little uneven, but the ugliness of the first time he was stung must be the same as that of the one in the sky, at most, it was just like a more serious pollen allergy patient in spring. Seeing this, Qi Yun's beauty-loving girl's heart was finally put back into her stomach leisurely.

The village chief's daughter-in-law pushed open the door, holding a large bowl of porridge and a small plate of pickles in her hand, and greeted with a smile:

"Teacher Qi, are you awake? It's time to be hungry after a long night's sleep, right? Come for some breakfast. ”

Qi Yun was startled, and his face was feverish: "What?" Is this already the next morning? I slept for a day and a night? ”

The village chief's daughter-in-law smiled kindly: "Is it? My family said that you were tired of teaching, and they didn't let you wake you up. ”

Qi Yun grunted in his throat. Tired is really tired, but who knows that the reason why she is tired is not teaching, but fighting wits and courage with those little bunnies? And what is very shameless is that it was she who was the teacher who lost miserably. Fortunately, although Qi Yun has not many advantages, the most commendable of them is that she can quickly use and carry forward the spirit of Ah Q in any embarrassing situation, she quickly showed a big smile to the village chief's daughter-in-law, took a deep breath through the porridge bowl, and boasted:

"Auntie, why is the millet porridge you cooked so fragrant? I wasn't hungry, but when I smelled the porridge, I was immediately hungry. ”

The village chief's daughter-in-law really benefited from it, and said with a smile: "If you like it, drink more, there are more in the pot." ”

The village chief's daughter-in-law went out first. Qi Yun finished drinking porridge and eating small pickles, packed up the dishes and chopsticks and trotted to the kitchen. As soon as I got out of the kitchen door, I saw Hong Jian, who was supposed to have stayed in the village chief's wing room last night, squatting under the courtyard wall like a local farmer, and chatting happily with another man who was squatting in the same position.

Seeing Hong Jian, Qiyun had a headache, but he couldn't dodge if he wanted to, so he had to twist and rub in the direction where Hong Jian was squatting. When he walked only a few steps away, the two people who were chatting with hot faces on the other side raised their heads, and when Qi Yun saw it, his face immediately turned red and white for a while, and he became extremely uncomfortable.

It turned out that the person who was squatting on the wall with Hong Jian was the principal who had been secretly fighting with Qi Yun in the past few days. The principal was also stunned for a moment when he saw Qi Yun, his lips moved a few times, and he stopped talking. Qi Yun suppressed his emotions, nodded to the principal with a straight face, and then turned to Hong Jian and said:

"Brother Aji, I'll go back to the dormitory first to prepare, and I'll have to teach the students later."

She walked a few steps, and after hearing a murmur behind her, Hong Jian jumped up and caught up with her.

Hong Jian walked side by side with her, "Still in class today?" Is the body able to eat? ”

Qi Yun nodded, hiding his unconfidence and impatience, "I'm fine." It just looks red and swollen, but in fact, it doesn't hurt or itch for a long time. ”

Hong Jian was silent. The two approached Qi Yun's dormitory, and Hong Jian couldn't help but laugh when he saw a large pile of iron sheets at the door:

"What are you doing here? What a good boudoir, how to make it into a garbage heap. ”

Originally, Qi Yun had been holding back, and when she mentioned that this was the powder keg that had lit her, she snorted heavily:

"Humph! You still ask! It's you......"

Hong Jian was startled,

"That's not what I said, I didn't do anything."

Qi Yun chuckled and finished the second half of the sentence in one breath:

“…… That's the good thing that the headmaster you just talked to did! It's a shame that you're still talking to that guy speculatively, so you almost burn incense and kowtow, right? In fact, you don't know how many stealing and touching behaviors of framing a pure female teacher are hidden behind his honest and honest nature! ”

"Shh Hong Jian hurriedly put his finger to his lips and reminded Qi Yun, "Be quiet, let the people in the village hear it, this joke will be big!" ”

Qi Yun stopped suddenly, deeply dissatisfied that Hong Jian did not stand on the united front with him and hated the enemy. But although she was helpless, she also knew that Hong Jian's words were not wrong, if the people in the village heard it, judging by their current psychological state, the spearhead of accusation would definitely not be directed at the principal, and sympathy would not be sprinkled on her Qi Yun.

What a hardship, what an incomprehensible situation I have persevered in fighting! Thinking like this, Qi Yun actually developed a tragic and great perspective on herself, which gave her a deep sense of responsibility and the will to persevere and overcome difficulties no matter what. Looking at Hong Jian again, the big reporter who is said to have often gone deep into the tiger's den and was born and died is probably a big reporter who has seen too much of the terrifying waves of the world, and there is no trace of emotion on his face, and he still maintains that unfathomable expression that seems to be smiling but not smiling, and swept Qi Yun away.

"You said you were going to class, didn't you? Then hurry back and get ready. ”

Hearing Hong Jian say this, Qi Yun breathed a sigh of relief, jumped over the pile of iron sheets and opened the dormitory door. Maybe the jumping posture did not match her image of a quiet and dignified serious and lively female teacher, Qi Yun seemed to hear a sneer from behind him.

Waiting for Qi Yun to carry his lesson plan under his armpit, he walked into the classroom at as brisk a pace as possible. She was lucky to think: Maybe if she didn't mention it, didn't ask, and didn't pursue it anymore, the absurd and paradoxical thing of being stung by a wasp would pass like this. As a teacher, she thought she was friendly and sincere enough to her students, but when faced with the few students in the classroom, she suddenly realized that she was still too naïve.

Qi Yun stood on the podium and took a few deep breaths to stabilize his emotions. Under the podium, Yuqin looked at her with a pair of innocent eyes, and twisted her body slightly with some nervousness, as if she was shy about her classmates' absence, and Qi Yun, who was a teacher, was even more embarrassed at the moment.

Be calm, be calm, Qi Yun let out a long breath and asked Yuqin in a tone as light and clear as possible:

"Do you know where all the students who didn't come have gone?"

Yuqin's face was at a loss at first, then her face slowly turned red, she lowered her head, and said softly: "A few boys have asked the family to repair the cellar and want to hide sweet potatoes...... Yuqin's grandmother has back pain again, and Yuqin is at home with her younger brother ......"

Before she could finish speaking, Qi Yun waved his hand irritably to stop her. Qi Yun thought that he could change something after these few battles, but in fact, these children were still the same, and so were the parents. What's worse is, what should she do now? Go to the village chief or simply the headmaster for help? Even if she could pull this face down, would that be a long-term solution?

She walked back to the podium slowly, because she was depressed, she wished that the road could be long and boundless, but in fact, this was impossible, when she stood on the podium again and faced Yuqin and a few other girls, the feeling of helplessness made her write a helpless expression on her face for the first time.

At that moment, the silence of the classroom was broken by a loud noise outside. The first thing that reached Qi Yun's ears was the sound of a gong striking, loud and disorganized.

This was followed by a voice amplified by some kind of amplification device: "Go to school!" All the dolls who should go to school, give me to go to school right away! ”

Qi Yun vaguely heard the voice of Hong Jian, and he was angry and embarrassed, and his mood was indescribable. But the truth didn't allow her to react, and the monotonous and high-pitched gong sound in the room shook the sky again, and then the gong sounded, and another voice came:

"Listen to the dolls of each family! The adults of each family have listened to me too! Dolls should go to school, waiting to go to school! If you take leave, you have to make up for it! If you can't pass the doll exam, the school will send someone to pick up your chicken nest! ”

Qi Yun ran to the window in three steps and two steps, and saw Hong Jian, who had short hair and a lean body, holding a big horn in his hand and a gong tied to his waist, and was striking the gong as he walked. Strike the gong twice and shout a few words.

In this situation, Qi Yun, who is known for his flexible response and change, inevitably turned into a wood carving and stone sculpture. In the blank stupor, Qi Yun watched in amazement as Hong Jian paced slowly in the village, banging on the gong and shouting. What's more, she gradually had an impulse to make her want to take off her eyeballs, wash them, and then stuff them back into her eye sockets: as Hong Jian preached in circles around the village again and again, a group of people really gradually gathered around him.

The composition of this group is quite complex: most of them are school dolls, and some are made up of parents of school-age children and villagers who don't think much of a big deal about the excitement. And the expressions of this group of people are also colorful and wonderful: there are those who probe the truth, those who are happy to watch the excitement, those who are reluctant, and even those who are full of panic and anxiety, which is probably caused by the intimidation of Hong Jian's last sentence "Picking up the chicken nest".

Qi Yun leaned weakly against the window and muttered, "Hong Jian, did I say that I admire you very much." ”

Hong Jian took enough students and villagers to see the lively Wuyang, and walked into the campus with gongs and drums in a noisy and boiling voice. Then, under the domineering command of the loudspeaker, the students quickly returned to their respective places and returned to their classes to wait for class. Hong Jian's smiling face soon appeared in front of Qi Yun again, and he pushed open the classroom door, and all the 36 students belonging to Qi Yun's class followed him.

That's right, 36 students! All followed him. Mamma Mia, Qi Yun covered his face helplessly, have the rules of this world become like this? Qi Yun was immersed in shock for a long time, and when he saw Hong Jian coming in, he instinctively stretched out the big finger of his right hand to him, and sighed sincerely:

"I took U!"

Hong Jian was dismissive, "This line is too vulgar." ”

Qi Yun blushed. This line is not only vulgar, but also very outdated, but she really doesn't have any other language now, which can express her feelings of looking up to Hong Jian, Hong Jian glanced at Qi Yun with a smile, and said softly in her ear as he walked past her:

"The headmaster taught the tricks."

Qi Yun's mood flipped again. She held her head weakly, and her eyes swept out of the window, where the wrinkled headmaster was squatting in the dirt, smiling in the sunshine with the joy of a good harvest...... Well, though she knew that the headmaster would never see her looking at him, she withdrew her gaze as quickly as she could, as if she had been bitten by something.

Hong Jian walked to the podium, put the loudspeaker upside down on the podium, and then untied the broken gong on his body and fell to the ground with a clatter. After making sure that he had attracted the attention of enough students, Hong Jian coughed and opened his mouth.

Qi Yun confirmed that he had never seen such a Hong Arrow, and his face was as serious as a black-faced Baogong, and as soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was fierce, which made Qi Yun also startled, and then his heart trembled.

"You're not ashamed! Don't blush! ”

The sound of the flood arrow is like the roaring of the Yellow River,

"Your parents live in dirt houses! Wear clothes with patches! There is no tractor at home to farm the land, only cattle pull people to push! They rely on sheep herding and doing some manual work to subsidize the tuition of your school! There are no natural disasters ** days can be passed on to the future, a little bit of something, a year is in vain! I know that in addition to studying, you also have to help the family work when you go home, and you have to squeeze money and time for your family to come to school. Are you worthy of your parents and yourself? ”

The words were thrown righteously, like several bombshells, not to mention the students sitting under the podium, even Qi Yun was stunned. A middle-aged man with dark skin who was standing at the window and watching the excitement probably made Hong Jian say that it hurt him, rubbed his eyes vigorously with the back of his hand, and then applauded Hong Jian vigorously. There were a few other parents who saw him applaud, and also applauded hesitantly, although the applause was not very grand, but it was not rare, in short, in Qi Yun's heart, this applause can definitely be called a timely spring rain, the spring rain is as expensive as oil, even if there is not much, the important thing is that she plays the right role at the right time.

I don't know if it's because I listened to Hong Jian's words just now, or because I saw the attitude and tendency of adults, just now they were still proudly holding their little necks like fighting cocks, and at this time, one or two lowered their heads in disdain, and the quiet Yuqin blinked her clear phoenix eyes, biting her lip and smiling, revealing two cute pear vortices on her cheeks.

With Hong Jian's words to escort him, Qi Yun's class today went super smoothly. Four hours of class in the morning passed almost in the blink of an eye, and she still felt that she was still unsatisfied. When she returned to the dormitory after taking a break at noon, she took advantage of no one to see it, waving a withered willow stick picked up on the ground all the way, and hummed triumphantly: "The spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day...... Ouch! What are you doing?! ”

The latter turn was because when she returned to her small dormitory, as soon as she pushed the door in, she saw that Hong Jian had picked up all the rusty iron sheets that the principal had piled up at her door back to her house, and some of them were almost piled up on her small bed, which was definitely not luxurious and comfortable, but was also well arranged and warm. Qi Yun jumped to his feet in a hurry, grabbed Hong Jian's sleeve and asked loudly:

"What is your purpose in picking up all this junk in my dorm?"

Hong Jian glanced up at her, only snorted lightly from his nose, and didn't bother to explain to her at all. Although Qi Yun was in a hurry, he was not stupid, and after shouting, he almost immediately noticed the work that Hong Jian was doing. Although it is not yet completely formed, Qi Yun can guess it with just one outline: what Hong Jian is doing now is an iron stove!

Qi Yun's heart quickly turned seventeen or eighteen times. It turned out that the principal didn't pile up the garbage at her door to embarrass her, but kindly sent her the materials to make a tin stove?! A tin stove, though not precious, is a great gift in such a poor rural winter that can almost be described as bleak; Qi Yun remembered that today, if it wasn't for the principal to teach Hong Jian how to do it, how could he solve his dilemma? It seems that the principal is not as bad as Qi Yun imagined, and it can even be said that he is very friendly to her...... However, Qi Yun thought angrily that even if he was friendly, he couldn't change the emotional damage that his negative attitude had brought to Qi Yun, and besides, Qi Yun couldn't accept a friendly way like him!

Especially when he thought that the principal was dragged away by Chunfen's grandmother and asked himself to allow Chunfen to take leave, Qi Yun's heart was ten thousand twisted. How can he say that he is also a teacher like himself, and he can confidently say that there are many children here who are 5 or 6 years old to help adults watch their younger siblings, so it is right for Grandma Chunfen to run to the classroom to pull people? It's all called logic. Let him help promote Mandarin, he will also push back, but what if he doesn't promote Mandarin? As soon as high school arrives in the county, students who can't understand the new teacher's Mandarin will greatly affect their grades, and what is even more terrifying is that it may strongly hit their self-confidence, making them no longer like and eager to learn.

Shouldn't he, as the head of a school, be more anxious about these things than himself? Qi Yun was anxious, but no matter how anxious she was, the actual effect was not ideal, and even today for the first time, she "subdued" the students, relying on the principal's "protection...... Thinking of this, Qi Yun couldn't help but be depressed, she threw away the dead willow branch in her hand, and looked straight at the busy Hong Jian, whose figure revealed a wild sculptural beauty when carrying out this primitive manual labor.

She spoke softly, with infinite doubt and a faint tiredness:

"Brother Arrow, am I useless?"

Hong Jian put down the half-made tin stove and looked up at Qi Yun, behind him was a golden and bright daylight cast by the midday sun. For the first time, he looked at her and put away his smiling expression.

"Nope." Hong Jian said firmly: "You will do it well." ”