"Let's get out of class!"

As the old man standing on the teaching platform finally spat out these three words, the whole room was like an explosion, and the children who had been holding back for a long time shouted frantically and ran out in groups.

After all, today is the last day of class for this semester, and the winter break will officially start tomorrow.

Only a few children will remember to thank their husband for teaching them diligently for a year, and say goodbye to him without any mixture, and more of them have already rushed out.

From tonight onwards, there is no need to listen to Mr.'s nagging, and it will be the New Year soon, at this time, the adults of each family are also busy preparing for the New Year's goods, play with the friends tonight, and the parents will not say anything when they go home later.

Smiling and responding to the greetings of the children one by one, the older gentleman glanced at the little ones who had gone crazy outside, and shook his head helplessly.

"It's almost the New Year, let them indulge it, it's a big deal, clean them up after the New Year." The old gentleman stroked his gray beard, smiled, and thought to himself.

But everyone knows that Mr. has the best temper, and he won't settle accounts with anyone after the year, and these boys who are only in their early teens have also calculated this, so they are crazy in the yard. The crazy boys who listen to Mr. on weekdays don't care about whether they will be punished after the New Year, after all, everyone knows that Mr. has the best temper.

While packing up the lesson plan and looking sideways at the happy scene in the courtyard, even the old gentleman felt much better.

Sure enough, when the year is approaching, everyone will subconsciously not think about those unhappy things.

It's a pity......

Just thinking about it, a little boy came over and grinned: "Sir, I won't go to your house for the New Year this year, I wish you a happy New Year in advance!" ”

"Hey!" Mr. Lao looked at this favorite student with great relief, and replied with a smile: "Then thank you, Wenhao, you too, Happy New Year." ”

"Got it, thank you sir!" The boy grinned again.

After laughing, the boy walked to the back of the classroom, picked up the broom that had fallen apart, and began to clean up the room.

The old gentleman hesitated, pulled away the chair that had been put away, sat down again, opened the lesson plan that had been closed, and looked at it.

At this time of the day, it is the boy who takes the initiative to clean up the class after school, unlike other children who occasionally show themselves in front of their husband, this child named Li Wenhao has been silently responsible for the cleaning of the classroom since the day he entered the school, never fake, let alone complain.

Brush! Brush! Brush!

There was no sound in the classroom except for the broom scratching the floor.

The old gentleman sat behind the lectern, although his eyes were still staring at the lesson plan, but the lesson plan in his hand had not been turned over for a long time, and his already somewhat dim eyes had been secretly raised more than once, observing Li Wenhao from the top of his glasses, and from time to time he would sigh silently and shake his head.

Especially when Li Wenhao sometimes faced the podium, the old gentleman would quickly withdraw his gaze, for fear that he would find out that he was peeking at him.

Outside there was a lot of hustle and bustle, but the old and the young indoors were quiet, and there was no other noise except the sound of sweeping.

"Sir... Aren't you in a hurry to get home today? After hesitating, Li Wenhao asked in a low voice, at this time of the day, Mr. should go home to prepare dinner.

And his own land is almost finished, and it looks like the last row is left.

"Huh?" Suddenly asked, the old gentleman was stunned, and hurriedly said: "Deal with something, just finish processing, let's go." ”

"Uh-oh." Li Wenhao nodded: "Sir, slow down on the way back, it just snowed last night, don't fall." ”

"Okay, so are you." The old gentleman smiled and nodded, stood up, straightened the hem of his clothes, and pushed his chair back under the lectern.

Taking advantage of the gap when Li Wenhao turned his head to continue sweeping the floor, the old gentleman quietly pulled out a stack of red things that had been hidden for a day from the lesson plan.

Putting things on the lectern, the old gentleman raised his legs and walked out, and when he walked to the door, he raised his hand and pushed down his glasses, and said casually: "By the way, Wenhao, someone asked me to write a couplet yesterday, I wrote one more, I want to see if there are any classmates want today, but I forgot to ask during the day, and now you are left alone, you can take it back." ”

After saying that, he pulled his legs and walked out quickly, for fear that he would be rejected by the kid.

"Ah......" Li Wenhao blinked, looking at Mr.'s back helplessly, he didn't hear what Mr. said too clearly, as if he heard some couplet, classmate or something......

Let's sweep the floor first, Li Wenhao shook his head.

Seriously cleaning the last place in the classroom, Li Wenhao exhaled lightly and wiped the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

After putting the broom back and tidying up the garbage, Li Wenhao went outside the door to retrieve a large handful of snow, poured it into the brazier, and covered the charcoal that was about to burn out.

The winter in Bac Giang can freeze people to death!

I heard from the gentleman that the people in the city don't need braziers, and they don't need to clean up any heating they use.

Li Wenhao smashed his mouth, thinking about what he was doing with this, it had nothing to do with him. No matter how warm the heating is, can there still be heat on the edge of the brazier?

What is the difference between heating and haha. Thinking of this, Li Wenhao also sighed in his hands and rubbed his hands holding the snow.

Hah, it's still quite hot.

After packing up, Li Wenhao put on his schoolbag and prepared to go home.

Although it is a schoolbag, it is just a cloth pocket, and it has been very old, with patches on it, which is still sent to her by the neighbor's aunt a few years ago, at that time it was still a very festive red, and some small flowers were painted on it, but in the past few years, not to mention the sewing and mending are almost covered with several layers, and it has been washed and can not see the red.

Looking at Li Wenhao himself, it is not much better.

Although the clothes are still very neat, they are all patches from east to west, and they are all "washed white" colors!

Is this already so small, Li Wenhao looked at the trouser legs that had been added several times, and began to think about the last time he changed new clothes a few years ago?

But after thinking about it for a long time, I still didn't remember, forget it, give up.

Grinning, Li Wenhao pulled the corners of his mouth with both hands and made a grimace at the window.

It is only when there is no one in this kind of situation that he will release himself a little.

"Tiyo!"

Outside the dark window that Li Wenhao couldn't see, the old gentleman stood there quietly, hiding in the dark place where the light could not shine indoors, looking at the room, the immature face on the window had already been blown red by the Beijiang wind, and the hands were also cracked, and many of them had not grown well.

"Tiyo!"

Unable to control the sourness in his heart, the old man, who was already over half a hundred years old, was like an immature child at this time, he couldn't control his nose again, pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, and the old man suddenly turned around and yelled at the children who were still making mad noise: "Still crazy, don't go home yet." ”