This time, Hong Jian came to the mountain village to ask the company for a 10-day holiday, so there was no need to rush back. This news has to be said to be a great benefit for Qi Yun. Although Hong Jian's attitude towards Qi Yun was not amiable, he finally had someone to discuss; And the most important thing is: Hong Jian, this guy, is too good at mingling with those monkey-like children.

In the first two days, Qi Yun wondered why the attendance rate in the class was so high, the classroom discipline was so good, and even a few of the most naughty boys were quite obedient in class, and they never made any more trouble. She thought that it was the sheep whip of the village chief and the principal that played a role, but later found that when the class was about to end, several naughty boys in the class stretched their necks and looked forward to the window The performance was so obvious, and when Hong Jian's figure appeared on the playground outside the classroom, the excitement and tacit understanding conveyed in their eyes that exchanged with each other were simply about to come out, and Qi Yun suddenly realized: It turned out that things were not so simple.

After class, Qi Yun walked out of the classroom door behind those children, holding his hands in front of his chest and looking Hong Jian up and down:

"Honestly, are you hiding something from me?"

Hong Jian smiled slightly, and kicked the thing in his hand towards Qi Yun, Qi Yun was so frightened by the huge shadow falling from the sky that he shrank his neck to the side and hid aside, while the boys in the class screamed and waved their schoolbags and hats and rushed towards the black and white, dripping and spinning thing. Hong Jian also rushed into the battle group, and the football returned to his feet with almost no effort, and he also performed a piece of Messi's exclusive cool footwork, which won the boys to blow in unison.

Qi Yun was amazed and exclaimed: "Brother Ajian, you are simply born to be the Monkey King who commands the group of monkeys!" ”

Hong Jian didn't care, put his hand in his mouth and snorted, commanded the boys to divide into two teams, and said decently: "This side - the potato team, this side - the cabbage team!" Alright, listen to me—"

A basketball game is messy, with hands to catch, some hold and run, some pull others' hind legs, and some pour into their own goals. Qi Yun shouted hoarsely beside him, "You-just you, kick in the wrong direction!" "Hey, don't hold on to it, pass the ball when you need to-"

The boy was really obedient, and threw the football that he had just held in his arms like a sow guarding her cubs for half a field, and would never let go of anyone else's punches and kicks to himself, only to see the football draw a beautiful parabola in the sky, and landed firmly in front of Benwa's feet.

"Oh-oh-goal! It's a goal! Team Potato scores a point! ”

"Hey, hey, this isn't ......" Qi Yun shouted, but because he laughed too hard, the second half of the sentence was like a leaf, floating lightly and drowning in the jubilant sea of boys.

Qi Yun also visited the homes of several students in the name of home visits, and followed her students to help the parents. Didn't Hong Jian say that he was trying to contact the handmade goods orders of the major foreign trade manufacturers? He also said that even the most ordinary farmer, as long as he has a period of training, can be comfortable making those high-end goods. In fact, in Qi Yun's eyes, the handicrafts made by these villagers have already surpassed any high-end orders for foreign trade, their embroidered insoles, pillowcases, and wedding dresses are both practical and aesthetic.

Although Qi Yun was clumsy to do these jobs by herself, she was not willing to just sigh with admiration, so she had to learn from them. It doesn't matter if you learn embroidery, you also learn to fold cardboard boxes, chop firewood, burn pits, and pig food...... One of them picks seeds for the spring of next year, which really makes her dizzy and has a sore back. Speaking of which, this shouldn't be a difficult job, it's nothing more than picking out the deflated, pitted, and dull seeds, because this kind of seeds will not germinate even if they are planted in the ground next year, but these seeds all look exactly the same, and if you look at it for a long time, it looks like there is a messy kaleidoscope in front of you, and Qi Yun has also heard of a disease called "dense phobia", although Qi Yun himself is not a patient, but this probably explains why this kind of neat, The densely packed things are filled with a sense of awe at the sight of them, and it turns out that this is a reasonable physiological phenomenon! All in all, Qi Yun only worked for less than half an hour, and because the speed and quality of her work were not up to standard, several of her students mercilessly coaxed off the table.

Qi Yun was not unconvinced, looking at his 10-year-old students, picking out the seeds one by one with his hands and feet, his eyes were quick and he never fell short, Qi Yun could only sigh: There must be my teacher in the threesome! The ancients did not deceive me.

One morning, when she got up, there was a gust of wind outside the window, and Qi Yun had to cover a fat, swollen and curveless down jacket that her mother secretly stuffed into her big suitcase while she was not paying attention before leaving. Before she left, her mother wiped her tears every day, as if she didn't have the heart to do anything, but she didn't expect to be much more sober than herself. Qi Yun stuck out her tongue at the small mirror, walked out of the dormitory with a book, and rushed to a cold and sweet air, she saw many crystal Xiaoice crystals swirling and falling from mid-air, it turned out to be snow.

Qi Yun came to the classroom as usual to start the class, and the snow outside the window became heavier and heavier, and after a while, a thick layer accumulated. Qi Yun likes snow the most, the sky and the earth are white when it snows, how pure it looks, like a fairy tale. If it was before, when she was a student herself, it snowed, and Qi Yun often joined a group of classmates and skipped class to play in the snow, but now she is standing on the podium, and she can see such beautiful snow outside the window at any glance, without even a footprint, and her heart is like inserting a pair of small wings, itching to fly.

Qi Yun hurriedly straightened his thoughts, what do you want to play in the snow? Of course, as a teacher, you have to set a good example for the children, and the teachers want to skip class, what should the students do? She couldn't even move the thought. Thinking of this, she immediately looked at her nose, nose, mouth, mouth and heart, and finished the lecture without hurrying with the concentration of an old monk sitting in meditation. She was touched to find that the students were not as distracted as she was, and although they also noticed the snow outside the window, classroom discipline returned to normal after a small commotion. This made her have to admire what Hong Jian said: When a child trusts you wholeheartedly, the love and perseverance he gives are surprising and unexpected to adults.

Finally stayed up until the end of the four classes in the morning, Qi Yun couldn't wait to push open the door, and took a breath of the air of the mountain village that became sweeter after the snow. Hong Jian cooked a large pot of hot noodle soup and brought it to the classroom to share with the students, who squatted under the eaves of the classroom and soaked the dried buns they brought with the hot noodle soup, or ate their own baked potatoes with the hot soup, and they were sweating and smiling one by one.

Qi Yun had a big heart, put down the bowl without eating two bites, jumped into the snow first, rolled the snow into round snowballs, and after a while, he saved a lot, and returned to the eaves with the hem of his down jacket, and saw that Hong Jian was still squatting under the eaves to eat noodles, so he leaned over and said with a smile: "Teacher Hong, you lack any ingredients in this noodle, I'll add some salt to you." Then he threw a snowball into his bowl with lightning speed, and fled with a giggling haze.

The snowball melted in the hot noodle soup, Hong Jian raised his neck, two or three mouthfuls even the soup noodles and snow were pulled into his stomach, laughed and said: "With this seasoning, the noodles will not be hot, thank you Mr. Qi!" ”

As he spoke, Hong Jian counterattacked with agility: putting the bowl, getting up, bowing his head to make a snowball, and throwing the snowball at Qi Yun This series of actions can be called natural and smooth. Qi Yun had also been prepared for a long time, could it be that the bunch of snowballs in the hem of the down jacket was seen by the group? She has plenty of ammunition and has no trouble fighting back. The "super war" between the two made the children all look up to their little faces, and the laughter was shocking, and several children who had finished eating stood up and waved their arms and shouted.

As the fight was raging, the principal walked slowly to Qi Yun's side with his shoulders on his back, handed her a shovel to shovel the soil, and said with a smile: "Teacher Qi, give you a weapon to support." ”

Qi Yun was overjoyed, and waved the principal with both hands before taking it. Just now, Qi Yun just took the lead, and prepared enough "cannonballs" in advance to barely maintain the situation, but Hong Jian had better physical strength and agile movements than Qi Yun, and he obviously came from behind.

Qi Yun raised his shovel and shouted: "Lao Hong, today I asked you to understand the power of my Qi someone!" Then he shoveled up a large shovel of snow and threw it at the flood arrow, and the flying snowflakes made the flood arrow only parry and had no power to fight back, and the students began to heckle and scream non-stop.

Qi Yun was proud, and hurriedly took advantage of the victory, wielding a shovel like a general with a spear in his hand, and attacked the Hong Arrow with high spirits, and went straight to the Hong Arrow with a shovel of snow.

Qi Yun won a big victory, put the shovel on the ground and laughed three times, the students had almost finished eating at this time and just put down the bowls, and gave Qi Yun a thumbs up one by one, the joy was like having just finished watching a wonderful martial arts. Seeing the students so happy, Qi Yun couldn't help but be childlike again, shoveled a shovel of snow, and sprinkled it to the place where the students had the most, but he didn't expect this to cause a big disaster, there were more than 20 students on her opposite side at the same time to pick up the snow and throw it at Qi Yun, before she could come to her senses, a few students on the other side threw a "snow bomb" at her, Qi Yun didn't see it well, dropped the shovel and fled, returned to the classroom and just wanted to close the door, the door was pushed open by the students in a hurry, and then a large group of people rushed in, They each threw the snowball in their hands at Qi Yun, and I don't know which naughty boy poured the snow into the back of Qi Yun's down jacket. Qi Yun stopped doing it and shouted: "Whoever doesn't stop will get a zero score in the next exam!" Her threat mixed with laughter was like a mud cow into the sea to the students, and the students still beat her unexpectedly, Qi Yun had to lie on the desk with his head in his hands, waiting for the students' "firepower" to run out.

Hong Jian, who fled in gray just now, was so happy that he almost danced street dance outside the window at this moment, and shouted loudly: "Haha, Teacher Qi, you also have today!" ”

Qi Yun raised his head with a crimson face, and was about to reply, but he heard Ben Wa shouting: "Dare to laugh at our teacher Qi, everyone will beat me!" ”

The students went out with the rest of the "ammunition" to chase Hong Jian, Qi Yun sat in the classroom laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, only to hear the sound of crackling horns everywhere outside the door, which was the sound of snow bombs thrown by the students hitting the classroom wall.

Qi Yun was naturally unwilling to be left behind, so he jumped up holding his smiling stomach and went outside the door to join the battle group. A chaotic world war that has snow on everyone's eyes and eyebrows. The down jacket worn by Qi Yun is peach pink, which looks good in the snow. When everyone was tired and stood up to rest with a sigh, Yuqin saw Qi Yun's eyes suddenly light up, and pointed at Qi Yun with a smile: "Look, everyone, the teacher looks like she was covered in snow, like the story she told us yesterday 'Snow White'?" ”

The students stood up one after another, surrounding Qi Yun and commenting on their heads, Qi Yun's face turned red uncontrollably, but he was as shy as his usual Yuqin. The voices of the classmates saying "like" and "really like" made Hong Jian very unconvinced, and stood up and said loudly:

"Am I covered in snow too? Me too...... Oh this, it's General Whitesnow! ”

"Shh Benwa hit him mercilessly: "You look so black, blacker than us who grow crops, even if you want to be a general, you can only be a black charcoal general!" ”

The students burst into laughter, and one boy added, "And it's still a general!" ”

Hong Jian, who was named the "Frequently Defeated Black Charcoal General", stared at the round eyes, stood up and feigned anger: "Oh my God, what are you doing here? Could it be that this is Teacher Qi's one-third of an acre of land, and those who offend Teacher Qi will be killed? ”

Qi Yun smiled and clapped his hands, "It's good that you know." For the sake of your awakening, this princess will forgive you for your capital crimes today! ”