"Lesia, wake up, are you going to be late for your first day as a teacher?"

The red-haired girl on the bed opened her hazy eyes, her hair and eyebrows were red, and the morning sun was like a blazing fire.

"Got it, Sister Natalia, don't rush."

The red-haired girl was directly pulled up by the blonde woman who came to her and dragged into the bathroom.

The room is not big, the wardrobe, desk, dressing table, bed take up a lot of space. Most of the furniture is made of wood, and it has some simple and natural beauty.

Lecia leaned against the mirror and brushed her teeth, and Natalia helped her comb her slightly curly red hair, then pulled down her nightdress and helped her change her clothes.

"Natalia, I'll just come by myself."

"If I don't help you, you'll be late, and we will be the ones who will lose face."

Natalia dragged the freshly freshened Lecia downstairs.

The brown-haired woman sitting at the table saw the people coming down, distributed the utensils, and beckoned the two to breakfast, she looked about 28 years old, with coffee-colored eyes and good facial features, different from the young of Lesia and Natalia, with a mature charm.

"You're so nice Dermot, I don't want you to leave." Lesia eats the bread cheese omelette on the plate.

"Then I'll always be here with you."

"Nonsense, Dermot, you are still young, you can find a suitable person to remarry, there is no need to spend it here."

"Can you handle it?"

Lessia retorted to Natalia that Dermot was the wife of their brother, who later fell seriously ill and died. At that time, she was in school, and when she came back, she didn't get to see the best side. Dermot has also stayed here.

"Dare me talk back to me." Natalia grabbed Lesia's ears directly.

"Natalia, I was wrong, it won't look good if you twist your ears again."

After a noisy breakfast, Lesia put on a light orange blouse buttondown jacket over her floral dress.

Wearing a flat-topped straw hat and carrying a satchel full of books, he walked towards the school in Yansir Village.

The village of Yansir was like a paradise, and Lesia, who walked out of the courtyard gate, greeted the old lady of the neighborhood, who was a little old and had been pruning her flowers all day.

The old man who was there trimming the hydrangea velvet chrysanthemum didn't seem to hear it, her body was rickety, the skin on her face was like the bark of an old uncle, and she carried scissors.

Lesia didn't care, she had been away from here for a long time, and if it weren't for her brother's serious illness and death, she wouldn't have come back.

The family's property and land needed to find a male heir, so it meant that one of her and her sister Natalia had to sacrifice herself to marry. She and Natalia tacitly didn't mention it.

The wagon pulled by the villagers kicked up a cloud of dust on the road, and Lesia scrambled to dodge, and the weedy road was pressed by the wheels to make two deep bare marks.

What makes her feel strange is, what is this person pulling a bunch of thorns for? It seems that they are all planted in the flower tray, could it be that the buyers outside have changed their tastes?

"I'm going to make it, a boat that can swim above the clouds."

The courtyard next to it was filled with timber and carpenter's tools, and it looked like young men dancing there, and in front of them was the keel skeleton of a ship, with three tall sail masts on it.

"Edmond, are you daydreaming again?"

"Lesia, when you succeed, you will also be the first to board the passengers, give me more encouragement."

Coming to the dilapidated brick and stone spire building in front, this is the school of the village of Yansir, and the small castle separated by a wall next to it is the house of the village chief, Little.

In addition to the desk and chair, there is a small bookshelf stacked with books, and there is a pile of white paper on the table, which she prepares for the students.

When she came back, she found that she had nothing to do, so her sister Natalia just discussed with the village chief Little and asked her to teach the village children to read.

It just so happened that she didn't have anything to say yes, but the strange thing was that she hadn't seen the children when she came here, and when she walked out, she saw a few sloppy children walking towards the simple classroom on the side.

His hair was a little fluffy and messy, his coarse cloth clothes were covered with mud and dirt, and his feet were stuck with mud from playing.

Lesia first went to the village chief, Little, and asked him to bring herself to meet the group, and by the way, establish her majesty.

Walking through the small door of the fence and pushing open the door of the office next door, she saw the village chief Little making out with a woman, and for some reason she didn't feel surprised at all.

Little looked like he was in his forties, his face was not wrinkled, he was capable, and his black hair had a few strands of obvious white. She is half a head taller than 1.7 meters.

He was clinging to a mature woman in her early thirties, with dark blonde hair squeezed in the middle between the two.

Women have pure blue eyes like the sky, plump lips, beautiful and plump, and a lot of bulging abdomen, as if they are four or five months pregnant, exuding a maternal radiance.

"Village Chief Little, how are you, I need you to be a testimony for the start of school."

"It's almost there, Lessia. Do you want to experience what it's like to be a mother? This is my wife, Yulia, who has now experienced the greatness of a mother. ”

The woman also responded in a soft and whispered tone: "I didn't expect that Lessia is already so old, you are already well developed, and becoming a mother will make you plump, more motherly than me." ”

Only then did Lecia remember that the panting woman in front of her was called Yulia and was Little's wife, and it seemed that her memories had been hidden for too long.

However, she has no interest in becoming a mother, and she is still young, so she needs her sisters to take care of her.

"I'm sorry, Little, I'm still being taken care of by my sister and don't want to be a mother."

"It's not too late for you to figure it out, you go to the classroom and wait first, I'll come later."

Back in the humble classroom, the desks below were those of the same old-fashioned theological desks and chairs, with either paint peeled or patched with wooden planks.

Only Lesia, who is still in good condition, is a little old.

The blackboard behind him also cracked a few pieces of skin, revealing the lime marks inside, and the black-green paint on it was cracked, and the lines were like the shell marks of a turtle.

Outside the doorway came two little children with planks, brown and black hair, six or seven years old, their clothes stained with some traces of paint, and smiled back when they saw the gaze that Lesia cast at them.

"Do you want to paint it too? You should be the teacher who came to teach us. ”

The boy and girl came directly to the seated Lesia and showed her the plank in her hand.

Above are stacked boxes on top of each other, each with a different color.

The girl's picture is a little bit of different color dots, the background is painted with purple paint, and it looks like a child's graffiti.

After reading it, Lesia touched their heads, trying to look as amiable as possible.

Although I can't understand it, I still have to praise it.

"It's a good idea to be more elaborate in the future. What's your name? ”

"My name is Lorella/Ayyub."

"Teacher Lecia, you can also come to our house to paint together in the future, you are very suitable to be a model for sacrificing saints."

"You think highly of me, but thank you for your compliment."

Lesia sat the siblings down, and they continued to tinker with the drawing board in their hands.

The village of Yansir worships the starry sky and all things, and the worship of everyone in it is different.

Lesia herself is a non-believer, Dermot worships knowledge, and Natalia praises the stars.

At this time, it is natural that there must be a symbol that unites everyone, and that these chaotic beliefs are united.

As a result, the sacrificial saintess came into being, and she prayed to the stars and all things on behalf of the villagers, becoming the hub of maintenance.

If it weren't for the Ayub siblings reminding Lesia, she would have forgotten that this year's portrait should also be painted by someone, and she doesn't know who she would choose to be the keynote model.

While thinking, three somewhat gloomy children walked in turn outside the door, with a cold temperament, seeing that everyone was expressionless, and silently found a place to sit in the back.

Lessia doesn't care about these either, and in the future, at least she won't leave and go back until her own problems are solved.

A big girl led the little girl to the doorway, and to Lessia's surprise, the big girl's belly bulged slightly.

She looks like she is only thirteen or fourteen years old, and her body is perfectly developed, one meter six. Light blonde hair was braided at the back of the head, and a thin brown coat was added over the white dress.

The black pupils have a bit of girlish innocence, a few freckles on the face, and one hand holding the stomach exudes a little maternal brilliance.

The girl holding her other hand was seven or eight years old, with dark blonde hair braided into a double braid, and the two looked somewhat similar.

"Hello. Can you introduce yourself? ”

"Hello, Miss Lethia. My name is Awosika and she is my sister Jessica. This is my child Granddon. ”

She stroked her belly, and her voice was still a little immature, which did not match her temperament.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Lesia, please take a seat."

In a remote and backward place like the village of Yansir, where there are many backward customs, there is such a thing, and Lecia feels that she can accept it.

But thinking that she's still so young, is this resistant?

She touched her lower abdomen, and felt scared when she thought about it, she definitely couldn't.

A beautiful song came, and the little boy with the bone flute walked in, he was also seven or eight years old, his face was cleanly dressed, and he came directly to Lesia to say hello.

"Sister Lessia, my name is Schiller, and I'm here to blow a ballad in praise of the sacrificial saints."

After he finished speaking, he blew a beautiful melody, and Lessia felt a moment of peace and a little cheerful, this was the first child so bold.

"Thank you, Schiller, go sit down."

Lessia hugged him and touched his head,

Two well-dressed children also walked in and bowed to Lesia and sat in front.

The dark-green girl who followed behind gave it to Lesia with a thorny rose, her clear eyes as if she were tempting the other's desires.

It didn't take long for the time to come, and Lesia counted them, plus a total of 13 children in front of her.

The boy sitting in the back was the size of an adult.

She thinks it's okay, the fewer people there are, the easier it is to manage, and just teach them to know everyday words, and the pressure is not great, and it is easy to say everything without systematic learning.

The village chief, Little, also walked in, and the children below stood up when they saw him come in, all eyes on his face.

"Children, for the next six months, Teacher Lecia taught you to read, you must not offend her, listen to her as if you were listening to me."

After getting the child's promise, Little left and handed the home stadium back to Lesia.

"Let's introduce each other now, my name is Lesia. Start with your first one. ”

She learns that the two old-fashioned children are called Mickey and Muir, and the green-haired girl who came to provoke her is called Betty, and the adult child behind her is called Germain.

Fortunately, I tried it for half a year first, and these children who are too unique may really not be able to teach.

Probably due to the novelty problem, Lesia was okay in the morning, taught them their own names, let them read and write on their own, and now went home at noon to rest, and there were still two hours of teaching time in the afternoon.

The tall Germanmain chased after him, "Teacher Lecia, do you like hunting?" ”

He threw a punch in front of Lessia, and his outbursts and strength were very strong.

He wouldn't want to do anything to himself, would he? Lessia took two steps back and saw the stick stuck in the fence on one side. This should be able to withstand for a while.

"I like to stay at home, it's too tiring to hunt."

"That's a shame, next time we can fight together, I love fighting those animals and being their master."

After speaking, Jermain punched and kicked the air along the way, and left with a hum.

Lesia breathed a sigh of relief, she was just a weak girl, and it was dangerous to do anything.

"Teacher Lecia, would you like to come and have a look at my secret garden? There's a lot to see. ”

The green-haired Betty dangled in front of Lesia, looking about twelve years old, wearing a long green ribbon dress, and her long hair was naturally scattered on her back. The young face has begun to be beautiful, and the clear eyes and thin lips seem to be seductive.

"Betty, are you usually like this? You should be careful about your behavior, otherwise you will cause trouble to others. ”

Lecia asked Betty to behave more modestly and walk with her, unceremoniously clasping her arms with the expression on her face like a girl in love.

She couldn't help frowning when she saw it, although she had a little heroism, but it wasn't like this. I have no interest in your secrets.

"Teacher Lesia, everyone here can do whatever they want, is there anything wrong?"

Betty looked up and winked at Lesia, who was only up to her neck.

"But it also has to be agreed by others, if they don't want to."

"That's Teacher Recya, don't you want to? I'm so sad. ”

"It's time for you to go home for dinner, take a break, you have classes in the afternoon, can you write your name?"

"Will I write, is there any reward? Teacher Lesia. ”

Looking at Betty, who is constantly seducing people's desires, Lecia wants to give her a big mouth shave.

If the men must have fallen, how are these children taught. Betty on one side also continued to speak.

"There's a wicked man from my side, and no one dares to approach him, just like the weird old man in the east, two weird old men. I was scared and didn't dare to go back on my own. ”

Lesia thought that Betty was indeed in danger of being like this, so she sent her to the front of her house, and went back when she saw the door. Didn't see the person she was talking about.

On the way back, I also passed by the home of the painting brother and sister, their father Murray, an artist with gray hair, who painted the strange "Starry Sky of Yansier" in the courtyard.

Seeing Lecia passing by, she wanted her to be this year's sacrificial saintess model, but Lecia was naturally polite and perfunctory.