"Dad, Principal Luo is looking for you, Brother Yuan Hao is here!" ”

Ruan Qingyun led Luo Shihua, the principal of Qingchuan Primary School, into the gate and walked towards the hall.

Although he was talking to Ruan Yongshan and Li Yuanhao, his eyes were fixed on the door of the half-hidden hall.

"Shihua, you're here, but what's wrong with the school?"

Luo Shihua is two or three years younger than Ruan Yongshan, and he is a playmate who grew up with Ruan Yongshan.

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"Nizi, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep, how do you feel, why don't you help you to your house?"

Hearing the movement at the door, Zhou Xiumei looked at Qingping with a distressed face.

There was only one tin stove at home, and he couldn't afford to buy more coal, so he had to make a fire in the hall in winter.

During the day, the whole family nested in the hall to keep warm, and at night they climbed on the kang and covered the quilt, so they couldn't freeze their heads.

Usually it's fine, but Qingping was carried back by Ruan Yongshan last night, how dare they place her in her house.

Now that there are guests, it won't look good to let Qingping lie on the kang in the hall house.

"Mother, I'm fine, let's quickly pack up and get off the kang!"

For the habits in the countryside, Qingping (Qin Ping) is very clear.

Her head still throbbed, but she was no longer dizzy.

It just so happened that she also wanted to see the man named Yuan Hao, who was betrothed to her and insisted on listening to her in person.

Luo Shihua greeted Ruan Yongshan and Li Yuanhao, and when several people walked into the hall one after another, Zhou Xiumei and Qingping had already packed up the things on the kang and got off the kang.

"Huh? Qingping, what's wrong, why is there gauze tied to her head? ”

Luo Shihua looked at Qingping who greeted him with a smile on his face, and when he saw the circle of gauze on her head, his brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

"This Nizi, walking like crazy, accidentally kowtowed." Zhou Xiumei opened her mouth before Ruan Yongshan spoke.

"It doesn't matter, can you do heavy work?" Luo Shihua, who was sitting on the chair at the table of the Eight Immortals, seemed to be extremely concerned about Qingping's injury.

Qingping couldn't help but look up at Luo Shihua carefully, he was the same age as his father, but he looked much younger than his father, wearing a washed white dark blue tunic, and a pen pinned to the pocket of his jacket.

Her mind quickly flashed memories of this person, Luo Shihua, the principal of Qingchuan Primary School, a junior Chinese level, and a private teacher.

At this time, there are not many children going to school in the village, and there are even fewer teachers, in addition to this Luo Shihua, there is also a Han Yanshou, who is also a beginner in Chinese, and is also a private teacher.

Yes, I almost forgot, and Liu Wenyuan, who just left, turned out to be a teacher in primary school, with a high degree of Chinese, and is considered the teacher with the highest level of culture in primary school.

As a person who is familiar with Liu Wenyuan, could it be said that he knew that she was going to leave with Liu Wenyuan last night, so he specially came to 'denounce' her?

But in her memory, Luo Shihua was not a gossip person.

"Uncle, I'm fine, but I broke a little skin, and I was afraid that the wound would grow slowly due to the wind in winter, so I wrapped it with gauze."

The wound was really small, but because it hit the front glass of the truck again, the bruise area was not small.

"That's good, that's good, Uncle needs your top student to help me!"

"Help? How can she help you? Ruan Yongshan asked with some puzzlement.

"Brother Yongfu didn't mention it to you?"

Seeing Ruan Yongshan's puzzled face, Luo Shihua shook his head with a smile.

"Brother Yongfu must have forgotten to tell you, too, this Liu Wenyuan originally said that he would leave after the handover on Sunday, but who knew that he left in a hurry last night, and we were caught off guard."