A small school gate overgrown with sunflowers appeared in front of the mother and son.

Stepping into the campus, they were clearly presented with an arched flower door.

The long branches grow closer to the center of the arched shelves, and the two branches are connected to each other, completely covering the arch, which is covered with brightly colored flowers.

Mom walked slowly through the pineapple, smelling the faint aroma.

"This is the gate of flowers!" Pineapple novelty sighs.

Ahead, there are rows of small houses painted in colorful colors, dazzling in the sun.

The colorful house is surrounded by a whole field of flowers, the breeze blows, and the flowers in the field rise and fall, swaying with a green posture.

Pineapple's eyes sparkled brightly, staring at the little colorful house, and his mother took him by the hand and walked slowly along the path by the flower field.

"Mom, look, I like this school so much." Pineapple was enrolled for the first time, and it was a novelty to see so many colors of small houses.

The small house is surrounded by various trees and flowers of various colors.

The campus was quiet, as if classes had already begun, and the principal's office was not in the small house, but on the second floor of the red double-story tiled house directly opposite the path.

As soon as Pineapple and her mother walked into the principal's room, a man immediately stood up from his chair.

The man was very fat, with black-rimmed glasses, and when he looked closely, he was kind.

Pineapple asked excitedly, "Are you the principal?" It's so beautiful, I really want to go to this school. ”

The man smiled and replied, "I'm the headmaster, I'm glad you like it here." ”

The principal asked Pineapple to sit on the chair, turned to her mother and said, "Okay, I'll talk to him alone, stay and adapt first, and the parents can go back." ”

Pineapple was nervous for a moment, he had never left his mother alone, but thinking of this school that made him novel, he sat down obediently.

Mom said very simply: "Then I handed him over to you, thank you." ”

Then he closed the door and walked out.

The principal dragged a chair and sat down in front of the pineapple, sitting face to face with the pineapple.

"We met for the first time, we didn't know each other, let's talk."

"Whatever you want?"

"Well, you can say whatever you want."

When Pineapple wants to be at home, the basic information prepared by Dad is not used, because it is not a fixed pattern of asking and answering.

"Can I paint on the house?" Pineapple asked with interest.

"Of course, the houses you just saw were painted by my brothers and sisters who studied here."

If you're doing great, there's also a blank wall with your name for you to draw. ”

"Is it true?" Pineapple is very happy and looks forward to having a wall of his own.

"Not only do you have a wall, but you also have a small piece of land."

"What is the earth? Is it possible to grow something? Pineapple asked curiously.

"Yes, it's behind the Colorful House." The principal said with a smile.

"Not only can you grow flowers, but you can also grow strawberries and tomatoes."

"Can I eat it, then?" Pineapple has a series of questions.

"Of course, you can also share it with your classmates, and you can visit it later, and there is a nest of rabbits next to it."

Hearing that there was a rabbit, Pineapple exclaimed even more in surprise.

Next, Pineapple also talked about it vigorously, building a nest of swallows in the air conditioning outlet at home, and hatching eggs, and chirping to wake him up every morning.

There were also some vague experiences of his childhood, which he talked about a lot, and the headmaster would laugh and nod his head at one time.

Listening to him attentively, Pineapple was even happier.

Until Pineapple almost told the special interesting story about the family, she couldn't get enough of it.

At this point, the headmaster stood up and put his warm palm on the pineapple's head.

"Okay, that's all for today, you're a student at this school now."

For the first time, Pineapple met an adult who listened to him so carefully, without yawning, without perfunctory, and without playing with his mobile phone.

Chatting with him can make people feel grounded, warm and pleasant.........

This is how Pineapple felt when she first met the principal that day, and it is rare that the principal had the same idea as Pineapple at that time.