I'm not unlucky at all

Li Sanyi is a clever boy, and Song Xing taught him the most basic characters. Every day, the child takes a branch and writes by himself in the yard, and he learns to write his own name in a few days.

On the seventh day of the lunar new year, Song Xing changed into a clean long gown, and asked Li Sanyi to follow him with a book basket on his back, and went to the private school in the town.

Wu Chengfeng, the university student in the private school, doesn't care much about the affairs of the private school. A few days ago, he took his wife and daughter to live in a temple on the mountain, and it will be a while before he can return to the town.

The only one left, Kong Sibo, had received the letter early, and led a group of radish heads with headscarves to wait in three rows in the courtyard of the private school with a tigerish face.

Most of the young students were afraid of him, although they were looking forward to Mr. Song's appearance, but because of Kong Sibo's aura, a group of mischievous ghosts just didn't dare to say a word.

When Song Xing stepped into the private school, he almost thought that a group of Doudings were standing in a military posture, all of them straightened up and looked serious, as if they were welcoming some important leader.

He saw a child with snot running down his lips, but he didn't dare to wipe it with his hands. He sniffed his nose, and most of the snot came back.

Song Xing's expression was subtle for a moment, but after seeing the excitement and happiness in the eyes of the children, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, and said softly: "Shouldn't you be reading in the morning at this time? Why are you standing in the yard, Not too hot either."

"Sir, we are waiting for you here, it's not hot at all." A sweaty little fat man said with sparkling eyes.

"Yes, yes, sir is finally back!"

"Sir, we miss you so much."

Song Lianping and Kong Sibo are a combination of white faces and red faces in the private school. Song Lianping has a gentle temper, and he has always been patient with teaching the students, less than scolding. Compared with Kong Sibo's bluffing appearance and strict style, the bias of the students in the private school is obvious. up.

Especially after their Mr. Song was on sick leave for a long time.

From Song Lianping's memory, Song Xing recognized that the little fat man who spoke first was Chen Xiaohu, the son of the owner of the bun shop in the town.

He stepped forward and patted the child's head. He looked at the students in the courtyard, imitating Song Lianping's usual appearance, with a gentle smile, "Go back to the room."

"I'm back." Kong Sibo clapped his hands with a straight face, "If you want to catch up with you Mr. Song, it won't be too late after you have memorized the book."

The students' original excitement of seeing Song Xing was extinguished at once. Thinking of the lengthy article, it was as big as seven brains!

Li Sanyi followed Song Xing, watching the group of children who were about his age coax them all into the house, picked up the book in his hand, shook his head and recited the book plausibly, showing envious eyes.

"Sanyi, take the books in your back basket, and you sit in it too."

Patting Li Sanyi on the back, Song Xing said.

Li Sanyi was stunned for a moment: "Sir?"

Song Xing said, "Go."