Siheyuan: After being reincarnated as a master's daughter

In the past few days, most teachers are aware of what has happened in the first grade of junior high school. They are very appreciative and supportive of the active and proactive attitude of the children towards self-study.

As time went by, this good learning atmosphere gradually spread. After hearing about this, many students from other classes also yearned to join this energetic and passionate group to study together. However, the reality is somewhat regrettable. Due to the limited number of students in the first grade of junior high school, coupled with the students' high enthusiasm for learning during this period, the seats in the classroom have long been in short supply. Nowadays, not only are the aisles on both sides of the classroom for pedestrians occupied by temporary tables and chairs, but there are even some students from other classes who have a good relationship with the students in Class 1 and are willing to squeeze tightly on the same table with others. Despite this, the space still seems extremely cramped, and Class 1 really can no longer accommodate more students.

Five days of tutoring are over, and there are two days of vacation. I will have a day off on Saturday, look for an exam venue on the weekend, and then go to another school to take the exam on Monday.

It’s a pity that it’s Saturday and the weekend, and Yi Jiale doesn’t plan to make up for the missed lessons.

This morning, the sky was filled with snowflakes, and the whole world seemed to be covered in silver. Yi Jiale and Huo Sheng set out on the road to find the examination room with trepidation and anticipation. Perhaps it was fate that blessed them, as they were lucky enough to be assigned to the same school to take the exam.

After some twists and turns, they finally found the target examination room and they breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she hurried back home. As soon as she entered the house, the cold hit her instantly. Yi Jiale didn't care about anything else. She rushed to the warm stove at home in two steps. She couldn't wait to sit down, stretched out her red hands that had been frozen, and felt the long-lost warmth gradually spread throughout her body. At the same time, she also put her feet close to the stove, trying to restore the feeling of her cold toes as soon as possible.

Looking back on today's experience, it was not easy! There was a thick layer of snow outside, and the road was slippery and difficult to walk. It was impossible to ride a bicycle to the examination room. In desperation, they had to take the bus and walk a long distance to reach their destination. In addition, in order to prevent the tires from slipping, the bus had anti-skid chains installed on the chains of the wheels. Although the speed was much slower than usual, it was good to be able to travel smoothly without having to rely on their legs to find the examination room step by step. Thinking of this, Yi Jiale was secretly glad.

The aunt looked at her daughter, who was standing there trembling all over, with purple lips and a frighteningly pale face. She felt so distressed that she quickly called her husband to help. So, the two old people each held one of their daughter's hands tightly and began to rub them. While rubbing, they would occasionally bring their daughter's hands close to the stove to warm them. When they felt their hands were warm, they would hold their daughter's hands again and continue to rub them gently, as if they were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

The old lady said worriedly, "My daughter, please don't get frostbite! If you get frostbite on your hands in the future, you will suffer a lot! And once frostbite develops, not only will your hands become ugly, but they will also crack easily. You will suffer a lot!"

At this time, Yi Zhonghai, who was standing by, saw his daughter stomping her feet constantly and knew that her feet were cold. He said with concern: "Daughter, take off your shoes quickly and put them next to the stove to warm them up." Before he finished speaking, he reached out and wanted to help his daughter take off her shoes.

What about Yi Jiale? Her hands were held tightly by her parents and rubbed constantly. She sat on a stool with her feet hanging in the air by the stove. After a while, she suddenly smelled a pungent burnt smell. She looked down and saw that the socks she was wearing were actually burning and smoking!

Yi Jiale suddenly widened her eyes, opened her mouth, and couldn't help shouting loudly: "Oh no! No! My socks are burnt!" Her voice was full of surprise and annoyance.

Yi Zhonghai, who was standing by, heard his daughter's cry and rushed over in a panic, quickly pulling off her socks. He looked Yi Jiale up and down anxiously, and kept asking, "My dear daughter, tell me quickly, are you burned anywhere? Does it hurt?" His concern was evident in his words.

Yi Jiale scratched her head awkwardly, with a sheepish smile on her face, and said softly: "Hey, Dad, don't worry, I'm fine, not burned at all. It's just these socks... what a pity." As she spoke, she looked down at the socks that had become black and in a mess, and shook her head helplessly.

The aunt poked her daughter's head in annoyance: "Who is more important, you or the socks? It's just a pair of socks. And you, too, roasting your feet, but you don't know how to stand further away, and stick your feet so close to the fire. If your socks aren't burnt, whose socks will be burnt?"

Yi Jiale sat there quietly like a docile little lamb. Facing her mother's endless chatter, she didn't even dare to breathe. Because she knew very well that if she dared to interject or talk back, what would be waiting for her would be a longer and more violent "love chatter storm". The scene was chilling just thinking about it, so she could only endure it all silently, nodding from time to time to show that she was listening to her mother carefully.

Yi Jiale looked at his father for help.

Yi Zhonghai showed a trace of helplessness and embarrassment on his face. He shook his head gently, indicating that he could do nothing to help. You know, his daughter had told him before that his wife was in menopause and her mood was easily volatile, so she must not be provoked. So, even if he might have some ideas or wanted to help, facing such a situation, he really didn't dare to easily touch this bad luck!