The sweet smell of citrus

Two weeks away!How could Cheng Jialan stay at home alone, she immediately decided to go to Song Yi's house to be with her.

But the environment here in summer is not particularly good, and the temperature of the air conditioner fluctuates from time to time, so Song Yi is a bit delayed.

Pushing back and forth, Cheng Jialan made a final decision, and invited the squad leader to his home.

"He's on a business trip. I'm bored at home alone."

"And I also want to ask you how to teach students..."

She tugged at the corner of Song Yi's clothes, looking eagerly, whether Song Yi could still refuse.

He could only sigh, and secretly obeyed.

Because it is a temporary job, the first training, Cheng Jialan's belts are all students in the basic class, and it is not a problem to guide children to enlightenment with her piano skills, but——

When he first taught reading music, Cheng Jialan still knew the music in his heart and knew how to say it.

It's been a while now, and I'm about to start slowly. Teacher Xiao Cheng is a little flustered, and doesn't know how to tell the students what he knows in a relatively simple way.

"What do I have to do..."

She looked distressed, then lay down on the piano, and sighed sincerely: It is so difficult to make money!

Song Yi glanced at the Cheng family, and then at the grand piano under Cheng Jialan's face worth more than 50 yuan. He was speechless for a while, and said, "It's easy to come here. It's actually very simple."

"As long as you keep a calm mind and organize the content you want to teach in advance, teaching students is not difficult."

"That's what I said, but I—"

Talking about it doesn't ease the tension.

Song Yi collected himself, "Okay, why don't we have a simulated class."

"Simulated classroom?" Cheng Jialan wondered what it was.

"Just now let's simulate the state of tomorrow. I am the student you are about to teach, and you are the teacher. Guess what problems you may encounter in advance."

This is a good way, Cheng Jialan nodded.

Then, Song Yi said to her: "Teacher, how do you play the piano? I can't, can you teach me?"

She looked slightly startled, then got up and stood behind Song Yi.

Everything went smoothly. Song Yi imitated a child and asked all kinds of questions. Cheng Jialan stood behind her, leaned slightly, held her hand, and taught her to play the music.

Cheng Jialan has a strange taste in his heart from being in a state of no state at the beginning to getting better later on...

It seems that the squad leader has always been omnipotent in front of her. This is the first time I heard the squad leader say that I can't, I can't, I don't understand.

After a tiring night, the two of them went to rest.

The next day, Cheng Jialan went to the practical class, Song Yi thought about it, but still felt a little uneasy, so he said hello to a teacher with a good relationship in the office.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Cheng Jialan instructed the children to sit down, exhaled, and started to act according to yesterday's experience.

The students in her imagination might not be very different from anything. The children who were a little 'scrambled' at the beginning could quickly imitate her movements after a few attempts.

Although the tune is intermittent, there is also a faint melody.

Wow...has she taught such a smart kid!A feeling of excitement and pride welled up spontaneously, and Cheng Jialan's drive became even stronger.

Just when she was so excited and turned her eyes sideways, she suddenly met Song Yi's eyes.

Cheng Jialan was stunned for a moment, and wanted to say something, but the class was still in progress, so she hid her mind, looked at the little girl, and finished today's class with great care.

It's just that after class, she rushed out like a small bomb.

"Mr. Song, why are you here? I remember you have a class in this class."

The piano class ended earlier than the physics class. Song Yi pointed to the classroom next to it, there were already people there, and then said softly, "I'll come to see you."

All the explanations and all the care are clearly revealed in these four words.

Cheng Jialan laughed.

"I think it's okay, yesterday's method is very good!"

"Well, you are great." Song Yi praised her, "Teaching is very good."

Supporting each other, Song Yi basically solved the small difficulties that Ms. Cheng encountered in her first part-time job.

July passed quickly, and in late August, considering that the school was about to start, the two planned to go to Shanghai ahead of schedule, so they resigned from the tutoring class.

The salary was settled in one lump sum when she resigned. As a 'high-quality' substitute teacher, Song Yi received a bonus of 9000 yuan.

Cheng Jialan's class is a small class, and his income is slightly lower, only in the early five thousand.

This five thousand is a very small number for the Cheng family, but when Cheng Jialan got the money he earned for the first time, he still felt very different.

This is the first time she has earned money through her own labor.

Feel……

"Squad leader! Let's go to Shanghai ahead of schedule this time, let's go to Disney together, my treat!"

The moment I got it, I couldn't help but want to share it with the monitor.

"You don't need a treat, we can—"

"I want to treat you." Cheng Jialan blinked: "I really want to."

The little girl is probably not short of the 5000 yuan. After thinking for a moment, Song Yi nodded, "Then let's go together when the time comes."

On the last day of leaving the imperial capital, Cheng Jialan chose a tie for Cheng Weiguo, and the next day, she boarded the plane to Shanghai with Song Yi.