Wretched.

It's really pitiful.

At the most lively age, he has to be confined to a small world.

There are not many children left today, because of a fire, some children are drenched in water and their clothes are a little wet.

Teacher Hu explained the situation in the class group, and most parents chose to pick up their children.

But there are still some children who have nothing to do with their clothes, and their parents do not have a job and continue to stay in the after-school tutoring class.

The children can be very obedient, there is nothing naughty, at most they whisper, you touch me and I push you a little action.

Sitting at the lectern at the front of the classroom, Feng Yin first followed the lesson plan for the review class, and then it was time for the children to do the exercises on their own.

From time to time, she would go down and walk around to help students with problems.

At five o'clock in the evening, the children began to pack their school bags and get ready for the end of school.

The wind groaned and let out a long breath, tired.

Really tired, a kind of mental exhaustion.

She said goodbye to Teacher Hu at the door of the class, and said with great emotion: "It's really not easy to be a teacher, you have worked hard." ”

A sincere thank you, Mr. Hu's eyes suddenly became a little sour.

"It's been a long time since I've heard anything like this."

Teacher Hu replied with a sentence, and the live broadcast room of Fengyin was sad.

[This Teacher Hu is not young when he looks at him, and he has been teaching for so many years, but he actually said that he hadn't heard such words for a long time. 】

[It's not that I haven't heard of it, but I haven't heard of it so distractingly.] 】

[So, teachers are tired, children are tired, parents are tired, what kind of education system is this? 】

On this issue, everyone has their own opinions, complaints, discussions, suggestions.

Before Feng Yin left, he learned the cause of the fire in the copy room from Mr. Hu.

Aging of the machine.

"Fortunately, no children were injured."

Teacher Hu really had palpitations, and Feng Yin nodded in agreement: "Fortunately, the school's fire safety system has passed." ”

Mr. Hu deeply agreed, and for the first time, he thanked the previous fire drill from the bottom of his heart.

Only when something happens will you know that the previous effort and practice are not wasted.

Feng Yin said goodbye to Teacher Hu, followed behind many students, and walked towards the gate.

Separated by one door, it is like two worlds.

In the school, children carry heavy school bags and walk heavily.

But as soon as they passed the door, the children walked briskly and rushed towards the surrounding stalls.

Groups of three or five gathered around a small stall, scrambling to give money, buying childhood memories unique to their time.

Wind groan, who walked to the door, participated in it with a schoolbag on his back.

She was hungry.

One dollar per bowl of noodles, one serving.

Small snacks, five cents one, come two.

Fried rice cakes, one yuan a piece, one serving.

Small milk tea, a cup of five cents, a cup.

Eating and drinking, Feng Yin met Zhang Boer and Li Sanyi, who were also eating and drinking.

The three of them squatted on the road very down-to-earth, holding small paper cups, and they didn't want to lift their heads to eat.

"Sure enough, the children's vision is good, if the craftsmanship is not good, it will not be sold outside this school."

"Yes, it's delicious."

Zhang Boer immediately agreed with Feng Yin's words, but Li Sanyi didn't even raise his head to eat, hungry.

"What's that for?"

Feng Yin saw a woman holding a flag and wearing a yellow vest, leading the students who were standing in a row, ready to cross the street.

Li Sanyi glanced at it and shared the news he knew with Feng Yin: "The children in the nursery class are said to be seven o'clock at the latest. ”