Song Tingchuan's words made the little fat man thoughtful.

However, Song Tingchuan didn't push it too hard, and left everything to the little fat man to weigh it himself.

When the little fat man went home with a big backpack on his back, Su Nan looked at his back with an indescribable distress and sadness.

I feel sorry for what happened to the little fat man. It's also hard to be more powerless.

As the little fat man said, they couldn't help him much.

Even their meddling is superfluous for the little fat man.

Song Tingchuan squeezed Su Nan's hand, "He won't let us down." ”

Su Nan turned her head to look at him, she knew that Song Tingchuan must have talked to the little fat man about something.

For Song Tingchuan's eloquence, Su Nan can still trust it.

She let out a sigh of relief and smiled at Song Tingchuan

"Well, I believe him."

Such a cute little fat man, he must be able to.

In the following week, the little fat man was growing at a rate that was visible to the naked eye.

He was no longer so casual in class, from taking the initiative to raise his hand to answer questions to rushing to answer, he was more active than the best students in the class, and even the head teacher was surprised.

And because of listening carefully to the class, the little fat man can't find time to be anxious, so the behavior of hitting the wall and lying on the ground is much less.

Violent tendencies cannot be cured all at once, but being alleviated is a good start.

It will get better and better later.

Song Tingchuan and Su Nan both breathed a sigh of relief.

They stayed here for a total of seventeen days, twelve people and twelve classes.

Su Nan's class is the last day.

As the last class of volunteer teaching, Su Nan named this class Life.

Su Nan first sent a postcard to everyone, asking everyone to write their thoughts about themselves in ten years and what they want to say about themselves in ten years.

After writing, Su Nan put away the postcards and told them that she would keep them well, and that they would be returned to them in ten years' time.

Therefore, they all have to work hard and strive towards their dreams.

I hope that when they receive postcards in the future, they will smile and not cry.

Later, Su Nan shared some celebrity stories with these children, and used a witty and humorous tone to drive the atmosphere of the audience.

From time to time, there was cheerful laughter in the classroom.

And every time Su Nan tells a story, he will also make them think about the meaning behind the story.

These children are too young to fully understand.

But it doesn't matter, what comes to mind.

To Su Nan's surprise, these children are very smart and can understand a little.

Many children rushed to answer the story one after another, and almost all of them could answer the point.

The time for a class passed quickly.

The teaching team gathered on the podium to say goodbye to the children.

There is reluctance in the eyes of the children, but not to the point of crying.

After all, they stayed for a short time, not to mention that with the experience of the teacher Shi in the story of the little fat man, they all consciously kept their distance from the children.

The teaching team left a lot behind.

Three guitars, postcards, books, brushes, paints

and the "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" that everyone drew in the previous art class was returned to them.

Among the many people, only the little fat man looked at the painting in his hand in a daze.

He ran out without finishing the painting.

And the painting that is now back in his hands has already been painted.

In front of the blue sea, there are many flowers, and there is a chubby little figure standing in the flowers looking into the distance and smiling.

There is also a small house among the flowers, and in front of the house, a middle-aged woman with a soft face leans on the shoulder of a burly middle-aged man, and both of them look at the figure standing in the flowers with a smile.

This is

In his dreams, a home should look like.

The little fat man clenched the painting in his hand tightly, and buried his head down the whole time.

If someone can squat down and take a closer look, they will find that the expression on the little fat man's face is actually very cold.