The courtyard is a little deeper, the willows are piled up with smoke, and the curtains are not repeated.

The young head teacher was stunned, watching Principal Li's back disappear from front of him, and suddenly remembered that familiar word, and couldn't help but sigh lightly in his heart.

Principal Li's gaze is always so thought-provoking and playful, just like the dusk that can't be hidden, and the spring that can't be kept.

He was still tearful and silent, and Principal Li glanced back in deep confusion, there was no Bai Meisheng, no city and no country, but Principal Li had already gone with the swing in the broken shadow that flew red.

Leave him alone, taste it slowly in the classroom, and savor it carefully.

Ahem, aftertaste?

It seems that Mr. Zhao will make an aftertaste and eat it.

The young head teacher couldn't help but raise his hand to comb the hair that had just overflowed his ears, and many of them didn't go to Principal Li for dinner.

Otherwise, it's better to choose a day than to hit the day, and at noon today, find a reason to go to Principal Li's house for dinner?

Reason?

Thinking of this, the young head teacher couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth twice, do you still need to find a reason?

Principal Li secretly tore the newspaper head from his excerpt book, isn't this reason enough?

A slight gust of wind blew from the door, warm and cold, and ruffled the hair on the forehead of the young head teacher.

Hehe, the young head teacher came back to his senses, raised his left hand and pulled the hair on his forehead behind his ear, it turned out that it was not windless, but blocked by Principal Li's big Buddha.

Shelter from the elements?

Looking at the green holly outside the classroom door, which was as green as a lake, the young head teacher raised his eyebrows slightly, and it was decided to go to Principal Li's house to eat at noon today.

"What is the head teacher looking at?" Li Wenwen muttered and gently touched Fang Xiaoxiao's arm.

Fang Xiaoxiao glanced at Li Wenwen, did not make a sound, looked up at the head teacher and lowered his head.

What is the homeroom teacher looking at? What else to watch?

Of course, she was looking at the scenery outside the classroom door, such an obvious question, is Li Wenwen still asking her?

Li Wenwen can ask, but she can't answer.

Her grades are not good, and she makes movements under the nose of the head teacher, and if she doesn't do well, she will be discovered, although the head teacher doesn't like to criticize them.

However, she has always been very self-aware, ahem, she has always had self-esteem.

The head teacher likes to lose his eyes at people the most, and this habit is the same as Li Wenwen.

Fang Xiaoxiao glanced at Li Wenwen on the left, and sure enough, Li Wenwen rolled his eyes at her again.

This good grade is a virtue, Fang Xiaoxiao pulled the corners of her lips slightly, raised her eyebrows disappreciably, remembered the white eye that Yan Xiaoyu dropped when she passed by her side just now, and turned her head to look back.

Ahem, Yan Xiaoyu is also looking back?

Fang Xiaoxiao twisted her head, and found that her neck couldn't turn around, turned around, glanced at the head teacher, who was still looking out of the front door, quickly turned around and looked in the direction that Yan Xiaoyu was looking at.

Hey?

Zhao Jing? Yan Xiaoyu is looking in the direction, Zhao Jing?

It's kind of weird.

Fang Xiaoxiao blinked, and looked at Yan Xiaoyu and Zhao Jing left and right.

Inadvertently, I found that Tong Tong was also looking back, what is the target direction?

She gestured, cough cough, it's actually Zhao Jing?

These two people are looking at Zhao Jing? It's all smiling.

Zhao Jing also looked at the two of them with a smile.

Fang Xiaoxiao blinked thoughtfully, turned around, sat down, and after a moment, raised his eyes and glanced at the head teacher on the podium.

Fortunately, the head teacher is still looking at the scenery (in a daze).

"I don't know." Fang Xiaoxiao leaned towards Li Wenwen's side, and replied, seeing Li Wenwen's gaze towards her, he smiled, "You look back, there is also scenery behind." ”

"See what?" Li Wenwen was stunned for a moment, glanced back at him, and then turned his head again, "Who are you looking at?" Where is the view? ”

A bunch of stinky boys!

"Huh." Fang Xiaoxiao chuckled, "Zhao Jing, Tong Tong, Yan Xiaoyu, the three scenic lines are looking at each other." ”

"Oh?" When Li Wenwen heard this, he immediately turned around again.

How could these three people look at each other?

turned around quickly, and unintentionally touched the desk of Liu Feifei, a classmate in the back row, and a book in the corner of the table fell to Lin with a "snap".

"You knocked my book off." Liu Feifei looked at Li Wenwen in front of him steadily.

That's enough! I knocked her book off, and I still looked behind her like a nobody.

What do you see? What's there to see?

Aren't your grades great? Her grades are not bad, she is in the top ten in her class!

"Yes, wait a minute." Li Wen tilted his head slightly to the right and looked at Zhao Jing at the back right of the classroom.

Hey, I'm smiling.

Don't, Zhao Jing, who usually doesn't look good, at this moment, looking at it from a distance, it actually looks a little bit better.

No wonder, the head teacher raised his hand and didn't hit the smiling person. Ahem, wrong, Li Wenwen blinked, head teacher, a smile will make people look better.

It seems that it is right.

Li Wenwen tilted his head to the left again, looked at Yan Xiaoyu and Tong Tong, and in the next second, the corners of his mouth twitched and withdrew his gaze.

There is no harm without contrast.

Zhao Jing smiled and looked at it from a distance, but compared with Yan Xiaoyu Tongtong, it was a big deal.

Tong Tong and Yan Xiaoyu are so white, one white covers three ugly.

Forget it, this scenery is really, don't look at it, it's better to pick up books for Liu Feifei.

Look at Liu Feifei's expression on the cloudy face, what a big deal.

Li Wenwen smiled at Liu Feifei, and was about to bow his head to pick up the book, but saw that Fang Xiaoxiao had already picked up the book: "Thank you, Xiaoxiao." ”

Fang Xiaoxiao chuckled, put the book in front of Liu Feifei, and looked at Li Wenwen: "No thanks, what's polite." As easy as lifting a finger. ”

"Humph!" Liu Feifei snorted, took the book he had just picked up, flicked it lightly twice, glanced at Li Wenwen, glanced at Fang Fang with a smile, and whispered, "Thank you, Xiaoxiao." ”

"No thanks." Fang Xiaoxiao chuckled, glanced over the top of Liu Feifei's head at Zhao Jing's location, then glanced at the window of the classroom, opened his mouth, and before he could speak, he heard the voice of the head teacher, and hurriedly turned around.

"Indifferent and cold upstairs, Xiaoyin is a scoundrel like a poor autumn. The light smoke and flowing water paint the screen.

The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. The curtain hangs with silver hooks. ”

Well? Fang Xiaoxiao raised her eyes and looked at the head teacher on the podium, what is this?

She didn't understand!

Li Wenwen should understand, right? Fang Xiaoxiao slightly turned her head to look at Li Wenwen, who was at the same table, but found that Li Wenwen was at a loss.

"Ting Chun Lao. Brillily. Long memories and leisure together. Hand in hand with the green bush with a smile.

Don't be obedient. The past is guessable. The door covers the sun and is quiet, and the falling flowers are sad and moss. ”

The young head teacher sighed softly and turned his head faintly, Ouyang Xiu hurt Chun, he hurt Qiu, oh no, sad!

Forget it, these two words are also the pain in his heart that can't be touched! That year, when he met Mr. Wang......

Before he could glance out the window and wander for a moment, he inadvertently saw Fang Xiaoxiao and Li Wenwen, who were sitting in the first row, staring at him with a confused expression.

Hey? Was he just loud? Obviously, I just silently thought of the song "Qingping Le" in my heart.

Actually, what he likes more is Xin Qiji's song "Qingping Le":

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is good in drunk, who is white-haired?

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops. The most happy child is dead, and the head of the stream lies on the lotus bed.

This poem, Principal Li, also likes it.

A low thatched house, next to the house there is a murmuring, clear stream. The brook was covered with green grass. With two faint brushstrokes, the fresh and beautiful environment composed of thatched huts, streams, and grass is outlined.

The young homeroom teacher couldn't help but look out of the classroom door and glance again.

Outside the door, there was no longer Principal Li.

Ahem, Principal Li, a math teacher, is actually elegant.

He still remembered what Principal Li said at that time, it was a commonplace thing in the eaves, streams, and grass, but the author combined them in one picture, which was particularly fresh and beautiful.

Principal Li also said that in the words, Weng Yuan drank and chatted, the eldest child hoeed the grass, the middle child made a chicken coop, and the child lay down and peeled the lotus canopy. The vibrant, peaceful, tranquil, simple and comfortable rural life outlined by him is what he yearns for.

Yearning? That's right, too.

The young head teacher couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.

Principal Li and Teacher Zhao seem to be the real Qingpingle.

There are only each other, no tiredness, no middle work, and no naughty scoundrels.

What a year, he didn't see a third person.

Ahem, it's the child who didn't see Principal Li's family.

So, it's the ninth day of the ninth month of September, and the young head teacher made a heavy decision in his heart, it's better to go to Principal Li's house for dinner at noon......

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