"What do you think?"

Song Yi glanced at the small wooden barrel on the grass on He Shiling's right, how could she have this? No way?! Such a coincidence.

"Brother, you said that making up for shortcomings and promoting strengths and avoiding weaknesses should be combined?" He Shiling didn't look back, looking at the lake in front of her, "Aren't these two contradictory to themselves?" ”

"Looks like someone threw you a question? The owner of this bucket? Song Yi smiled, pointed to the bucket, and looked at He Shiling, the younger sister in front of her has a rationality and calmness beyond that of children of the same age, with a peaceful temperament, and is used to smiling slightly, making it difficult to see what she is thinking.

At first glance, it always makes people look friendly and feel approachable, but when you get closer, you find that it is always a little distance. is not warm or estranged, even if he watched her grow up, he is also such a feeling that is not close or far.

Is she introspecting? Song Yi couldn't help but smile and sat next to He Shiling.

"I've met a master." He Shiling smiled and took the very peculiar keg, "What about the original work." ”

"Indeed."

Song Yi took it, looked left and right, compared it with his hands, and found that Mr. Ke's craftsmanship was really the same for ten years, the width and height were the same as before, and even the color of the woolen rope on the hand had not changed, and the small characters on the two barrel boards were actually the words and positions of the year.

Mr. Ke is his sister in the photo, and he really has eyes! Thinking of the situation when he received the bucket, it took him a summer vacation and a semester to understand the meaning of this bucket.

"Brother, do you know the deep meaning of the bucket?" He Shiling turned her head sideways, saw Song Yi's expression of reminiscence, and guessed.

"Know a little."

"I hope my brother will give me advice."

"From an individual point of view, there is indeed some contradiction between making up for shortcomings and promoting strengths and avoiding weaknesses. However, if it is put into a whole or a collective, it is a good combination. You see, if the longest board is cut off and the second board is made up to the position where the second board is equal, then the height of several boards is almost flush, and the problem is solved, just like the students in the class, each has their own strengths, reasonable mobilization, complementing each other, which can not only play their own strengths, but also add glory to the whole class. ”

From the individual to the collective, the whole? It turns out that it can be ?!! like this

He Shiling glanced at Song Yi thoughtfully, his brother is a Chinese teacher and head teacher, so, it seems that all of a sudden, there are some eyebrows, strong and weak? ! Complement each other. Oh, I see, so.

"Otherwise, you don't need me to remind you anymore" Song Yi looked at the expression on He Shiling's face, the whole person looked radiant, I don't know, what is he thinking about in his heart, according to his old classmate Ding Kailing, this sister is also a little celebrity in Yunling. "What do you think of?"

"What's happening in school." He Shiling paused for a moment, and found that Song Yi seemed to be more interested in waiting for the following, "Class placement without warning, criticism from the school council, old classes that are nowhere to be seen, classmates who are partial to the subject, and slow-paced course arrangements." ”

"Oh! Did your history teacher change? ”

"History teacher?" He Shiling looked at Song Yi and found that the latter had taken a small pebble in his left hand at some point, looking at the river, and was gesturing.

"Yes, the deputy head of our school's historical research group, Teacher Tan Xiling, was forcibly poached by your Principal Cao, and it is said that he went to substitute teach for a semester. Oh, it's sinking again. Song Yi threw the pebble in his hand, "You don't know?" I've already reported to teach you the second year of high school, isn't it your class? ”

"Oh?" He Shiling suddenly remembered that there was one more history class, and Yi Lingfei also said on the way to the holiday, has history been changed, it seems that Lao Wen is going to be "unemployed" this semester. "Nope."

"Teacher Tan's class is very magical, and you will fall in love with her class when you listen to it." Song Yi picked up another pebble and held it in his hand and gestured, "That's right, I heard that you didn't enter the special class because you scored 51 points in mathematics, oh, no, you missed 60 points." ”

"Dude, is there anything else you don't know?" He Shiling smiled, but he seemed to know everything, he also knew this, and he still had a very funny expression, "Do you have a brother like this?" ”

"Hahaha." Song Yi laughed, stretched out his arms, and approached He Shiling, "Come, brother, hug." ”

"Don't." He Shiling ducked back, "I'm not seven years old. ”

"Even if you are seventy years old, you can't change it, it's my sister's reality." Song Yi stretched out his right hand and hugged He Shiling's shoulder. "When can you be like a little girl, willful, coquettish, and tricky."

"I'm seventeen." He Shiling didn't dodge anymore, leaned her head on Song Yi's shoulder, closed her eyes, and basked in the sun, "Many years have passed. ”

"Yes, it's been ten years," Song Yi straightened He Shiling's short hair with his hands, "In a blink of an eye, you are seventeen." ”

Yes, it has been ten years since the last time Song Yi hugged her. Ten years ago, when she was still a child, she asked innocently, brother, I heard that you are a teacher, so can you still hold me in the future?

Ten years ago, Song Yi graduated from university and returned to Lingnuo Middle School to teach. "I'm your brother, so I can hold you all the time." Song Yi laughed, picked her up, put her around his neck, and spun it, and the laughter of the two people sounded in the courtyard at the same time, and the laughter startled the birds in the courtyard.

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed. She is no longer the seven-year-old little girl she wanted to hug back then, and her brother has grown from a young boy to a special excellent teacher in Lingnuo Middle School, and he has both established a career and a family.

The weeping willows beside him are gently blowing in the breeze, passing a slightly warm spring breeze, the green lake in front of him flows forward with the broken shadow of the sun, and the other side of the lake, under the illumination of the afternoon sun, the trees appear extraordinarily green, and spring is getting closer and closer.

"In February, the lake is clear, and the spring grass is also lovely." Looking at the scenery in front of him, he couldn't help but recall two lines of poetry, Song Yi raised his hand and grabbed the weeping willow that was blowing over, and the willow tip still gently slid over He Shiling's head.

"The poet Qingjing is in the New Year, and the green willows are only yellow and half uneven." He Shiling turned her head sideways and saw the willow that almost touched her, "Brother, can you introduce the owner of the keg?" ”

"Thought you were asleep?" Song Yi smiled, and also let go of the wicker that was gently pulling, the girl next to her is now more and more clever.

He Shiling leaned on Song Yi's shoulder, squinted her eyes slightly, enjoying the meager wind under the warm sun of early spring, feeling good. What did he just say? The rest doesn't need to be reminded, right? He must have known the man, and remembered the fisherman just now.

"He is a wise and wise man, and occasionally likes to do handicrafts, but the craftsmanship is really not very good."

"And then?"

"No more." Song Yi smiled, the middle school teacher he used to be, since he was destined to be a person, just wait for them to find out for themselves, besides, there is another him in the middle, "Wait until you find out for yourself." ”

"Okay." He Shiling smiled, it seems that the elder brother is familiar with that person, so familiar that he can't say it, there will be time in the future, she remembers, this same small bucket, she seems to have seen it on the old brother's bookshelf.

"How do you know I know the owner of the barrel?" Song Yi suddenly remembered that he hadn't mentioned it, and his small wooden barrel was placed in the box of the bookshelf, and it was never revealed.

"Guess." He Shiling smiled, sat up, stretched out her hand and dipped a few drops of lake water, the droplets spilled into the small bucket, soaked a little bit, and the lake water was so cold.

"Do you think you're a pioneer in testing the waters? It's so cold water. Song Yi pulled He Shiling, took a handful of water with both hands, and put it in a small wooden barrel, "Do you want to try the barrel?" ”

There are no loopholes. He Shiling looked at the plate that was instantly soaked at the bottom of the barrel, and with a handful of water, there were soon only traces of dampness left. It's leaking. If the foundation is not strong, the achievements will fall short.

As a collective, if the bottom of the bucket represents the foundation, and the uneven barrel board represents everyone, then what about this handler, is it the old class, or Cao Xiao or? And what about the binding aluminum bar? He Shiling couldn't help but prop up her arms, hold up her cheeks, and fall into thought.

Song Yi looked at the person frowning slightly in front of him, it seems that today's "class" has worked very well.

Standing up and taking a look, the wife and children not far away, they were still trying to do it happily, Song Yi smiled, the breeze was blowing, it was very comfortable and comfortable, and a warm sense of happiness slowly came to his heart.