"I want to have a student like you, and I want to have a student like Chi Xiao, but it's a pity that I only have less than a year to accompany you, but no matter what, you are all very good students that the teacher is proud of."

He raised his hand again and patted Xing Hao's shoulder, his smile was so gentle and kind that he could be carved into a sculpture and placed in the temple as a god offering.

Xing Hao gradually let down his guard in front of his smile, his clenched hand loosened, and he clenched it again.

"Teacher ......"

"And ah, the teacher doesn't understand how to distinguish the so-called 'good mix' in your mouth, is it good to mix well if you have money? But what if a person is lonely and lonely after the lights are glorious? A small family of three is running around for vegetables, rice, oil and salt, busy but also happy, how should this be counted?

Life is varied, society is all kinds of, in the end, 'whether it is good or not' outsiders can't judge, but just like people drink water and know themselves.

At your young age, such a beautiful pair of eyes were blinded by worldly utilitarianism, which is called the teacher's 'unhappiness'. ”

Xing Hao's eyes changed from excitement to calmness, and finally calmly looked at Si Yan.

"I see."

Si Yan nodded, feeling very pleased.

"Let's go back."

Si Yan didn't say anything more, and saw him return to the first class, unlike Chixiao's unwavering and chic and casual back, Xing Hao's steps seemed slow and hesitant, there were too many things in his back, but he didn't look back during the whole process.

This is called a teenager.

Chic, casual, hesitant and hesitant, but in the end they will either grow up with tears or smiles.

And the so-called teacher is to accompany them through this part of the road and see them run towards their own great future.

After the choir competition, all the students returned to the school building in an orderly manner.

Si Yan also followed the student slowly, and the teacher of the third class came over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Teacher Si is worthy of being a Chinese teacher, and we can't catch up with the level of ideological education."

"Where, where."

Si Yan's smile was a little distorted, because Mr. Li's hand fell on his shoulder and squeezed it vigorously, the strength of a man in his thirties was really not covered, and his face turned pale for a while.

"Don't fool around with these activities in your class, the principal came to reprimand me last night, saying that I took the students to bully the class! And count me for the last fight! Oh my God, all the students in the class are his baby bumps, where can I afford to offend? ”

Teacher Li laughed.

This sneering was Teacher Li's complaining, and it was also a letter of reconciliation, but Si Yan was still a little unhappy, although the principal was willing to speak for the class, he was indeed very honored, but after all, it was different from what he thought.

But this displeasure disappeared a few days later when he learned that the principal had added a special creative award to the choir competition for a class.

The principal held an e-cigarette and gave him the certificate.

"Take it to your class and give it to the students, don't mess around in the future."

"Thank you, Headmaster!"

It just so happened that he got the group photo and the photo from the choir competition last time, and he stacked the photo and the award certificate together, looked at it over and over, and finally was relieved.

It's youth running on the playground, but who says the scratch paper on the desk isn't?

At the end of all the photos, his eyes were finally attracted to Chixiao, the expression of this young man in each photo was as cold as a copy and paste, only when he stood next to him and took a group photo, there was a little smile on his lips.

His fingertips stroked all the boys and girls bathed in the sun, and suddenly felt a little sad, did he take this group photo too early, why did he suddenly feel like it was about to end?