your name is so tricky

Since breakfast was late, lunch was delayed.The children in the village ran to Hao Fang in twos and threes after putting down their dishes and chopsticks. According to the usual practice, they would be taught how to draw on Saturday afternoon.In the past, on sunny days, he would take the children to the mountains and forests to play while drawing.

Of course, Mr. Ao followed. The children were not familiar with him, and they didn't dare to ask him anything, so they gathered around Hao Fang and looked at him.On the way to the mountains, Mr. Ao walked at the end. In his eyes, the group of children were like a group of chattering sparrows, making a lot of noise.

Everyone moved a stool when they came, and when they arrived at their destination, the children sat down.It was the end of April, the sun was shining brightly, and there was a slight breeze.Some time ago, when I climbed to the high ground and looked around, it was still like in autumn and winter, and the grass and trees were all bare.By this time, the fruit trees in the forest were already covered with white flowers layer upon layer.At first glance, it seems that the mountains are covered with snow, and this scene seems to have been secretly formed overnight.On the mountains within tens of miles, there are pear trees, and the petals of pear blossoms are white.In the pear blossom forest, which is as beautiful as a dream mirror, there are a few figures shuttling in it. Those are fruit farmers who pollinate by traditional methods while the weather is sunny.

Mr. Ao suddenly spoke, as if filled with emotion: "I once went to see the peach blossoms in Nyingchi, Tibet in March, and I also went to Texas in the United States to see the cornflowers. I often traveled thousands of miles. Just to take a look at it personally. But today, I stumbled upon the most beautiful scene by accident."

"Don't talk about you, I've been here for almost a year, and this is the first time I've seen it." The beautiful scenery was in full view, but Hao Fang felt that the pear blossoms all over the mountains and plains must have been attracted by the people around him.

He doesn't know how to draw, so of course he can't draw everything he sees on paper like Hao Fang.He took out his mobile phone and took pictures of the mountains and fields, but the photos he took didn't have a trace of sex, and they were not as good-looking as the photos on the Internet. At this moment, he began to regret not bringing the camera.

When painting, the children are also considered quiet, occasionally whispering to each other.Some of them finished their paintings, so they ran over to show Hao Fang the finished ones, but when they saw what the teacher was drawing, they were a little embarrassed to show them.The pair of small eyes that glowed were all amazed.At this time, Mr. Ao would put his index finger against his lips to signal them not to disturb him, and the children all became quiet obediently.For as long as he painted, Mr. Ao just looked at it for a long time, but what he looked at was not the painting but Hao Fang.

Satisfied, he put away the painting, and the children were no longer on their stools, but started playing on the mountain.Hao Fang got up and called out to them, and each of them ran over quickly like trained soldiers. He asked, "What have you drawn, can you show it to the teacher?"

The children replied in twos and threes: "Okay."

This scene made Mr. Ao a little dizzy, he felt that his eyes were dazzled, and Hao Fang at this time was actually a little sexy.

After commenting one by one, Hao Fang put away all the paintings and put them in his notebook.He looked at Mr. Ao who had been neglected by him for a long time, and felt a little sorry.Then I remembered the song Mr. Ao sang, and suddenly I wanted to listen to it again.So I asked, "Do you want to listen to music?"

The children were taken aback at first, and then some jumped up and said they wanted it, and the most active one was the child from the house where Hao let go.Presumably because of living in his house, the two naturally get along more cordially than other children.The little boy is called Mu Mu, which is a nickname given to him by his grandma.

Turning her head, she winked at Mr. Ao, and said, "It's your turn, the children are waiting to listen to the song!" His expression was mischievous, but it wasn't meant to tease him.Mr. Ao took his head with one hand, and rubbed his soft head again: "You can listen to it as much as you want, and you have to find an excuse."

In order to maintain his tall image as a teacher in the eyes of the students, he broke free from Mr. Ao's restraint, and raised his voice and shouted: "Sing quickly." Cleared his throat.But he didn't intend to start singing. Instead, he asked the children to sit in a circle around the stools, surrounding him and Hao Fang.

Mr. Ao said to the children: "Brother, I am not only good-looking, but I also sing very well. But I can't sing for nothing. You have to give me some rewards before I can sing." Hearing this, Hao Fangbai With a glance, he wondered what the hell this man was planning.

Mu Mu stood up and asked in a childish voice: "Then what reward do you want?" As if thinking about something very important, Mr. Ao hesitated for a while, then raised his face and said: "People present , that is, everyone who listens to my singing will give me a kiss, how about it?"

After hearing this, the children immediately looked at each other in dismay, as if they were discussing whether the terms of exchange were reasonable or not.One of the bold ones stood up and said, "I want to hear you sing." Then he walked towards him.The child's face still had the marks of frostbite from last winter, and his puffy little face was flushed and dirty, but his expression was very cute.He pouted, moved his face closer, and gave Mr. Ao a "baji" in profile.Mr. Ao smiled, as if the plot had succeeded, but he looked at Hao Fang in a daze.

With the brave demonstration of the first child, the other children also pursed their mouths and ran up to offer kisses one by one. Half of Mr. Ao's face was almost wet from the kiss.After a while, the children sat back down again, and Hao Fang was the only one present who didn't offer a kiss.This is natural, the grand finale is always left at the end, Mr. Ao is not in a hurry.

Mu Mu stood up again at this time, and said to Hao Fang: "Teacher, you are the only one missing. Hurry up and kiss your brother, we want to hear him sing." The echo echoes.It is said that children are angels, which is absolutely true.

He looked at the face that was holding back a smile because of the success of the trick, feeling helpless and wanting to laugh.It took such a lot of trouble to cheat a kiss, in private, he just wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted, but it was worth it in front of everyone, in broad daylight.Then look at the children sitting around them, all of them are radiant and full of expectations.Because they were only short of their teacher's last kiss before they could hear Mr. Ao sing.

"I've convinced you." Hao Fang said, and stretched out his face, intending to kiss his left cheek, but Mr. Ao turned his head at the most critical moment, and his lips met his lips.Hao Fang's dazed and angry face raised the corners of his mouth that was suppressing a smile.And this time, the stealing kiss plan was a perfect ending.

The singing finally rang out, and Mr. Ao's voice, which had not yet recovered from a cold, sang with a different flavor.The low-pitched and deep singing voice floated melodiously over the entire hillside with the gentle breeze.He sang affectionately, and the children listened carefully.Although I couldn't understand what he was singing, I seemed to be attracted by his voice and expression.

"Well I'dneverwanttoseeyouunhappy, Ithoughtyou'dwantthesameforme, Goodbyemyalmostlover, Goodbyemyhopelessdream, I'mtryingnottothinkaboutyou, Can'tyoujustletmebe, Solongmylucklessromance, Mybackisturnedonyou, Should'veknownyou'dbringmeheartache

, Almost lovers always do..."

After the whole song, what Hao Fang could fully understand was the sentence that was repeated all the time: goodbye, my hopeless lover, goodbye, my hopeless dream.