Zhao Panshi laughed.

"How so?"

"Teacher Lin, Teacher Zhang, are they okay?"

"It's all right. Mr. Lin talked about a girlfriend named Yuan Yuan, and every time he said it, it sounded like he was calling 'grandpa', which was so funny. Hahaha. ”

"Teacher Yang and Teacher Bai are okay?"

"It's all good."

Liu Xiyue asked several teachers in a row, but she didn't ask about Gao Wutong, and Zhao Panshi mentioned many teachers, but she didn't mention Gao Wutong. Liu Xiyue looked at Zhao Panshi with a smile, her eyes full of anticipation. Zhao Panshi looked at her with a smile as if he was unconscious. Liu Xiyue smiled helplessly.

"Mr. Zhao, is he okay?"

"Who is he?"

"Who else could it be? Mr. Zhao. ”

"I thought you had forgotten about him."

"Is he okay?"

"Had a great time."

Liu Xiyue smiled with relief, and then was full of loss.

"Just be happy."

"You can't imagine how happy he is. After the student left in mid-July, he would go to our classroom from time to time, touch the desk you had sat on and shed tears, and go to the window of the second room to look at the bed by the window in a daze. Mr. Yang wanted to introduce him to a girlfriend, but he was not interested at all, saying that he would not consider it until someone got married, and he was often depressed and unhappy and did not go out all day, which was really happy. Hahaha! ”

Liu Xiyue was stunned and smiled reluctantly.

"It may be boring, but after the new students enroll, it shouldn't be like that."

"You may hate him for not thinking of a way for your work, in fact, he has done everything he can, but the times are out of control, and he is also poor in donkey skills. Alas, in order to help you find a unit, he is simply sweeping the floor, giving gifts and begging for others, groveling, and empty. Alas, I never expected him to do this for the sake of a man. ”

"So I shouldn't drag him down."

"That handsome guy is good, when will you get married?"

"A junior high school classmate, it's more talkative."

"Such a person is good, childhood sweetheart, two little guesses, hurry up."

Liu Xiyue stared at Zhao Panshi for a few moments and sighed softly.

"Teacher Zhao, you just like to joke."

"I'm thinking about you, and I'm thinking about him."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao. Please think more about him. ”

"It's incorrigible, let him self

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Born and left to die. ”

Liu Xiyue smiled and didn't speak. Zhao Panshi raised his wine glass and gestured.

"Cheers, I wish you a speedy tie and an early birth to a precious son."

"I wish Mr. Zhao good health, smooth work, and happiness for the whole family!"

Liu Xiyue said goodbye and left. Zhao Panshi occasionally glanced at the table when he was talking to the students, and the table was empty. On the table, there was still the handful of red roses.

After the start of the school year in September, Liu Xiyue taught two classes of Chinese in the first grade, and concurrently served as the head teacher of one (3) class.

She didn't have confidence in being the head teacher, so she asked Pan Jinxiu to postpone it for two years before becoming a teacher. Pan Jinxiu disagreed.

"At your age, it's easiest to get along with students, and if students like you, they will listen to you. You just have to do it, and you'll be fine. I have full confidence in you. ”

Although she lacked confidence, Liu Xiyue still went into battle. On the day of registration, five yuan of tuition and miscellaneous fees will be charged. In order to save time, she first opened all the receipts according to the roster, and sent the receipts to the parents when she registered for one. All check-ins are complete. Liu Xiyue counted the tuition and miscellaneous fees and found that it was less than 25 yuan. Liu Xiyue asked which parent forgot to pay tuition and fees? Parents held up the receipt and said it was handed over. Liu Xiyue was embarrassed to ask again, saying that she might have counted wrong, so she went down and counted again. She was sure that five parents had not paid the receipts, but the receipts had already been sent to the parents, so she had to consider herself unlucky.

When she came out of school at five o'clock, she really wanted to find someone to talk about the depression in her heart. It's not that I feel sorry for the money, but I resented the behavior of my parents. To whom? Lan Lingmei is far away in the sky, and she is afraid of causing them unease when she tells her parents. Thinking about it, you can have no scruples, cry and laugh without restraint, and the person who spits out it quickly is still the liar. The breeze blows, with a hint of coolness. She remembered his embrace again. Clung to his heart, knowing that there was her in it, she had nothing else to ask for peace of mind. Not only warm and comfortable, but also calms her irritability, dissolves her depression, soothes her tiredness, and warms the cold world in her heart.

She missed his hug, but that was a thing of the past.

From the very first lesson, the students fell in love with her, complimenting her on her beauty, her voice sounding like music, and her smile like a clear sky. The innocent smiling faces and innocent and straightforward love of the students diluted the unhappiness in her heart in a blink of an eye. On the morning of Teacher's Day, there was a Chinese class, and as soon as she entered the classroom, the class leader shouted, "Stand up, bow." Then there was a neat and enthusiastic shout: "Teacher Liu, Happy Teacher's Day!" She couldn't help but smile and asked the students to sit down, glancing at the lectern, which was piled up.

She asked for it again and again

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The students brought back the gifts, and the students reluctantly agreed.

After school in the afternoon, all those gifts were piled on her desk, and there were a lot of them on her chair.

She found a big bag and brought it back to her grandmother's house, saying that it was a Teacher's Day gift from a student.

Grandma and grandfather praised again and again.

In the evening, she called Yang Lanzhi to tell her. In addition to being happy, she also felt a little inexplicable. When she went to bed and lay down, she suddenly reacted, she wanted to tell someone, but she couldn't. She suddenly realized that she wanted to bring good news to her family as much as possible, and to the liar, she wanted to tell him both good news and bad news, so that he could share her joys and sorrows, and get his comfort and encouragement. It stands to reason that the family is closer, but she seems to be more untaboo about him and can say anything.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Liu Xiyue spent time at her grandmother's house. The three uncles and their families all arrived.

Liu Xiyue and her cousins are close in age, but they don't have much to say. She was already a teacher, and her cousins were still students. The uncles asked her about her work, but her cousins didn't seem to hear. Ask her if she has a boyfriend? Several cousins and cousins came over to listen.

Liu Xiyue smiled and said no. Ask her if she talked about it when she was studying? Liu Xiyue said that she was not very sensible at that time.

A cousin in her third year of high school smiled in disbelief and patted her little cousin on the shoulder, who was busy nibbling on chicken legs.

"Cousin is not sensible? This third-grader is not sensible. Look at it, you don't know how to rub your mouth full of oil. ”

The cousins naturally laughed and coquettishly with the adults, and Liu Xiyue looked at it with a smile, as if she was looking at the elementary school students in her class. Since joining the work, she has found that she is not even qualified to be coquettish. Let's not talk about other people's reactions, first of all, she herself felt awkward. A person who is a teacher, it seems very out of place to be coquettish. However, she misses the beautiful feeling of being able to be coquettish casually. Who else can you be spoiled with? Of course, she can be with her parents, but she is no longer a child, and she is becoming more and more embarrassed every day. In her frustration, Liu Xiyue couldn't help but think: How good it is to have someone who can be spoiled at will all his life!

She used to be such a person, but now she is gone.

Looking at the moon at the window before going to bed, Liu Xiyue didn't want to think about Gao Wutong, but the past still brought him out. Especially on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, when I held hands for the first time, every detail was uninvited, just like yesterday.

"What is this liar doing?"

I was shocked in obsession, and I hated myself.

"Well, why do I think of him again?"

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