Entered the school, put away the umbrella, no one in the school today is no longer late, not to say that there is less rain today, but the people who were late yesterday each received an extra board, so no one is late today.

A group of children, that's it, if you push him more, he will be better by a few points, and if you push him a few more points, he will be more sensible than yesterday.

On the fourth day, today's task is still fifteen words, one is not much, one is not much, plus yesterday's forty-five words, a group of half-grown children will know sixty words, the amount of learning is naturally large, but this can not be an excuse that you will not, can not write, very simple, one person and one board, if you hold the attitude of breaking the jar, do not learn a word every day, after coming to the school, consciously stretch out your hand to let Mr. knock a board, it is also okay, as long as it is your own choice, Mr. Xiao will definitely not accuse you more.

If you want to learn, you can obediently memorize all the words, you can write, and if you make a mistake, it is also a board.

"Big, human, medium, ten thousand......!"

Three-foot podium, Zhang Jie, who is holding a book in his hand, says every word, and a group of children below will bow their heads to pick up the pen and book, of course, only a few can lift the pen, most of them are scratching their ears and cheeks, naturally, these eyes are confused, they all went back last night and did not review seriously, and did not go home to reorganize their knowledge according to the task left by Mr.

Since I only want to play when I go home, I will have time to play in the future, and I can't wake up on the board, so let's have fun.

"Ten, small, ......!"

deliberately walked to Li Fei again, the little boy wrote it easily, and most of the dozens of words Zhang Jieti were written, but occasionally he met one or two who couldn't write, so he was empty.

This shows that the child does work hard when he comes home at night, but he is still not careful enough and a little sloppy.

After a glance, he walked over to the child, obviously, as soon as Mr. Zhang Jie left, Li Fei breathed a long sigh of relief, it seems that Mr. Zhang Jie just stood beside him, which brought a lot of pressure to the child.

After writing the text silently, Zhang Jie continued to teach the surnames of the hundred families, and after teaching fifteen new words again, he asked a group of children to write and practice repeatedly below.

At this time, a group of children have their own things to do, and naturally it is time for Zhang Jie to review his homework.

I picked up the "University" I read in the morning, opened it, picked up the place I had read in the morning, and continued to study.

A group of children wrote the three-character scripture below, and Zhang Jie studied the words on it, but he was also happy.

The rain went on and on, as if there was no end in sight. From morning to afternoon, the rain never stopped.

Because it has been raining, the sky is dark, especially in the afternoon, the school is even darker, reading books in such an environment is definitely not good for the eyes of a group of children, besides, it has been raining, Zhang Jie is also afraid that if class is late, a group of half-grown children walking on the muddy road will have something to do, especially a few far away from home, if class is too late, it is estimated that they will have to rush to the night.

So on this rare day, Zhang Jie put off the morning class and told a group of children not to run around when they went home, and to review the articles they learned today.

Glancing at the grove behind the academy, he hesitated slightly, took his book, closed the door of the school, and after holding up the umbrella, Zhang Jie walked along the path behind the school.

Or feeling something, Zhang Jie's steps were a little impatient, and he turned around the grove, and sure enough, in the small pavilion, a figure in a light veil was sitting there quietly.

A hint of snickering flashed in his heart, but then, Zhang Jie had to be amused by his snickering joy, slowed down, and walked slowly towards the pavilion.

Familiar with the road, I came to the pavilion, collected the umbrella, and then sat on another stone platform, pretended to pick up the book, and looked at the book without squinting.

The clothes are still wet, so they cling to the body, showing Miaoman's posture, seeing the exquisite, but there is not much joy in the heart, which can only show that people do not take themselves seriously, or rather, the woman thinks in her heart that she is a hairy child, and she can't understand anything.

This was a little speechless, but when I saw my little hands and feet, this speechlessness turned into a touch of helplessness.

glanced at it from the corner of his eye, but found that the other party's eyes were always staring at one place, with an indifferent expression and some indescribable sadness!

Sad? Pouted, this word was indeed added by himself.

People don't pay attention to their own little child at all, and they don't even have the interest to glance at it, so there is no need to pretend like this.

Put away the books, and walked to the side in a bright light, and then followed the other party's gaze, and saw a few withered flowers outside the pavilion.

I can't name it, anyway, this kind of weed wildflower is the same in Zhang Jie's eyes, except for the different colors.

The few flowers that were hit by the rain were at the end of the road, and when they were about to wither but did not wither, after two days of rain, naturally, the flowers in front of them completely withered.

"Strange! The flowers are blooming brilliantly, why do they still leak a sad look? As if talking to himself, Zhang Jie, who was staring straight at a few dead branches outside the pavilion, said softly.

And at this moment, a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the rainy sky, which seemed to be responding to Zhang Jie.

The whole body hit a few spirits, and she didn't dare to talk nonsense with her eyes open like this, and the woman didn't glance at herself intentionally or unintentionally until this moment, her expression was indifferent, at least on the surface, there was no slightest wave.

Then he obediently returned to the stone platform, and then looked at his book again, maybe that look had satisfied him, so there was no other thought, and when he picked up the book again, there were no distracting thoughts in his heart.

It wasn't until the thunderstorm rose again that he broke free from the book and glanced around, and as expected, the graceful man had already left.

"It's time to go back!"

Holding up an umbrella, Zhang Jie, who was holding a book, walked in the drizzle, and when he came to the front of the school, he glanced back at the pavilion, and then turned his footsteps from the way home to Xiaoli Village.

I remember that in Zhao Shuang's girl's greenhouse, there seemed to be a lot of flowers, although she had not cultivated melons, fruits and vegetables, but there were a lot of delicate flowers.

Although I don't often go to the greenhouse, it is true that I don't have that time, but the approximate location is still known, and when I come to Xiaoli Village, the dozens of acres of greenhouses are still very conspicuous.

Zhao Shuang is not there, go home to rest, such a heavy rain, it is not good for a girl to always stay in the greenhouse, although the little servant Zhang Jie who guards the greenhouse does not know, but this does not prevent the servant from knowing himself.

That's enough, the little minister of the Zhang family asked for a few flowers to please the girls, who can say a word?

The little servant naturally didn't dare to stop him, led Zhang Jie to a greenhouse, pointed to the purple and red inside, and the little servant asked Zhang Jie to go in and choose by himself.

I didn't rush to pick, so I first looked at the greenhouse. It is about two meters high, about four meters wide, one can be more than ten meters long, and the sky is too dark outside, so it can be seen how the light transmittance of this greenhouse is, and the shed also looks dark and black.

I picked a few of the most beautiful flowers at random, then dug out the whole beads, put them in a small flower basket, and went back.

When I came to the pavilion again, it was already dark, and I forgot to take a hoe, and it was too late to turn back and get it. He held an umbrella and dug up the dirt with his own hands.

First he uprooted the withered flowers, dug a big hole, and then put in a few bright flowers that he had brought from the greenhouse, covered them with soil, and when he got up, he felt that it was not right, so he put the small flower baskets he had brought on top of a few flowers, which was regarded as sheltering them from the wind and rain.

When he was done, it was completely dark, and he washed his hands with rainwater, hummed a small tune in his mouth, and walked leisurely towards home.

Those flowers are gorgeous enough!