Mrs. Lu picked it up

Time flies like a white horse, and two years go by in a flash.

Two years ago, she stayed in Sioux City on Ji Yexing's private jet, and her identity information was also Ni Yuan, a supporting teacher in Sioux City in recent years.

After staying for two years, Song Li still couldn't adapt to the harsh climate of Sioux City.

It's cold.

Spring and summer are fine, but when winter comes, her hands and feet are cold, no matter how thick she wears, she doesn't seem to be able to keep out the cold.

There was no heater in Sucheng yet, so when she got up early, Song Li clasped her hands and blew into her palms.

"Mr. Ni, Grandpa Zhang asked you to come over."

Sioux City is a place where apart from children, there are lonely old people. Sometimes there is hardly any electricity.

There is no heating, and this school with only a dozen students is managed by an old man named Zhang.

They called him Grandpa Zhang together.

Song Li responded, put down her homework, and went to Grandpa Zhang's "office".

The working environment is simple. In Grandpa Zhang's room, there is a bed, a desk, and air leakage from all sides.

"Uncle Zhang, I heard from Xiaoye that you are looking for me?"

Old man Zhang was looking at a painting, which was drawn by Xiaoye. Song Li was actually not very good at painting, but after being admitted to university, he studied ink painting for several months in university.

It would be boring to only teach the class. Song Li went to the town to buy brushes and color palettes when the students were free, and taught them to draw for fun.

"Ni Yuan, I want you to accompany Xiaoye to Lincheng to participate in the children's ink painting competition."

Song Li squeezed her palm violently.

She had discovered Xiaoye's talent a long time ago, and Song Li had nothing to teach her in just one year.

Moreover, she uploaded a children's ink painting competition to Xiaoye, and the little guy won the competition, relying on his own strength, he was shortlisted for the finals.

Song Li was really happy for Xiaoye. The champion of this competition has a bonus of nearly 50 yuan, and the runner-up is 30 yuan.

Xiaoye has overcome obstacles all the way, this moment is really enough to change the fate of the moment.

Can……

Before he could say the words of refusal, the old man Zhang said again: "Ni Yuan, don't refuse, we have never left Sucheng, and I, an old man, took Xiaoye to the past, for fear of getting lost and not coming back."

"I am not afraid of accidents, but I am afraid that the children will not be able to do without me."

Xiaoye's parents felt that painting was a waste of money, so they refused to let Xiaoye continue.

But there was longing in the children's eyes. Old man Zhang brought the children up, and he was not willing to see them disappointed.

"Ni Yuan, no matter whether you succeed or not, I won't let you pay for the return ticket. I'll just beg you like an old man, okay?"

Song Li held her breath.

She left a sentence to think about it, and walked out of old man Zhang's office in a daze.

Xiaoye was waiting outside, when she heard the movement, she stood up abruptly: "Teacher Ni."

She stared hopefully at Song Li, the eyes of a child, perfectly interpreting what is called the eyes are the windows of the soul.

At this moment, Song Li was a little scared, afraid to see the light in her eyes.

She forced a smile, and took two steps forward, Xiaoye followed behind, she was a little tanned, and her eyes were dark and bright.

"Mr. Ni, can I go to the painting competition?"

Song Li swallowed, and then heard her voice: "Yes."

Officially going to Lincheng, three days later, old man Zhang and Song Li rode a bicycle and took Xiaoye to the town.

Take the bus from the town to the city, and then reverse to another city to take the train to Lincheng.

Xiaoye was very thin, Song Li led her into the car.

By the time they arrived in Lincheng, a day and a night had passed, Song Li contacted Nanhuai.

When I got out of the train station, I saw the man standing next to the Maserati car. I haven't seen him for two years. He hasn't changed much, but he looks more mature and handsome.

"Ali."

When he got close to Nanhuai, Song Li realized that there were frost marks on his shoulders, and he didn't know how long he waited.

"Why don't you wait in the car?"

Nan Huai took Song Li's suitcase and whispered, "I'm worried that I won't be able to pick you up, so get in the car first."

Said, Nan Huai opened the car door, Song Li saw the people in the car, her steps froze suddenly.

At this moment, she seemed to realize what it means to be close to home and feel timid, and tears filled her eyes.

"Song Song?"

Hearing this sound, Song Li's tears almost didn't fall down. She leaned over to hug Xiaoye, but the little guy took a step back, his eyes full of timidity: "Mr. Ni, my... clothes are dirty."

"This uncle's car is so beautiful and clean. I'm afraid it will get dirty..." She grinned and smiled honestly: "Mr. Ni, it's not far from where I live. Please drive slowly. Run back later by yourself?"

Song Li's heart ached, and the little guy was still eager to try: "I can run really fast."

"It's okay, Teacher Ni will wash this uncle's car. Be good, Xiaoye, this place is different from Sucheng. It's too big here, and you might get lost. Come here, give me a hug from the teacher."

Xiaoye turned her head to look at Nan Huai, who didn't show any disgust on his face.

Song Li hugged Xiaoye, thinking about Xiaoye's emotions, she kept letting Xiaoye sit on her lap.

The train station was a little far from the city center, and Song Li felt her legs ached after sitting for a while.

Yunmeng suddenly reached out her hand: "I hug?"

Xiaoye turned back and nestled into Song Li's arms.

Yunmeng wore a high-end dress with a different designer style, and the top of this skirt was creamy white.Beautiful patterns are outlined with silver threads on the hem of the skirt.

In the night, there are still thin lights shining in the compartment.

She was dressed like a fairy, how dare Xiaoye let her hug her?

Song Li hugged Xiaoye tightly, and said in a low voice, "She looks strange, so I'll just hug her."

"Mr. Nan, I've booked a hotel. Just send me and Xiaoye to the hotel. I'll put down the things and treat you to dinner."

Song Li was actually a little embarrassed to bother Nan Huai.

The childhood love is finally wiped away in the long river of time.

"Retire, I have a house near the stadium, you live with Xiaoye."

Just as Song Li was about to refuse, Yunmeng held her back and acted like a baby: "Song Song, we haven't seen each other for a long time, can we live together and chat?"

"Taozi is not an outsider, so let's borrow it. If it doesn't work, we will pay Taozi back the rent. It would be too bad to live in a hotel."

Song Li couldn't stand Yunmeng acting like a baby, and what happened to Yunzhan last time made her feel full of guilt, so she agreed.

Nanhuai sent people there, and the car accident made Yunmeng extremely weak, and he didn't need much strength in his wrists, so it was a blessing among misfortunes to be able to save his life.

After sitting in the car for a long time, Song Li took Xiaoye to the bathroom to take a shower.

She was curious, looked left and right, touched the tiles in the bathroom, and asked Song Li enviously, "Mr. Ni, it's really nice here."

Song Li smiled: "Where is it good?"

"The building is very tall, and there are many beautiful lights. The best thing is that it is not cold here, and there is hot water when you turn on the switch."

"Then do you still want to go back?"

Xiaoye thought for a while, and said firmly: "Back! But I will work hard to let Grandpa Zhang and his brothers and sisters live such a life."