law of forbidden love

Fu Xiaojia, a super transfer student, sat in the corner of the last row of the classroom, wandering boredly.

Song Sheng on the stage pasted a piece of octavo sketch paper on the blackboard, chose the darkest pencil, outlined a small square on the paper, and tried hard to explain the principle of perspective. The children sat one by one. Be upright and listen carefully.

Fu Xiaojia didn't expect that Song Sheng, who was from the Department of Literature, could actually draw, and he looked very professional with a pen, obviously the kind of child who had a child's skill.Because the object of teaching is children, Song Sheng speaks very slowly and meticulously, and he is extraordinarily gentle. Fu Xiaojia is amazed at his good temper, and sometimes even wonders if a person like Song Sheng is actually alive in his bones. Depressed?

Fu Xiaojia was very uncomfortable offstage.The desks and chairs used by the third-grade students were obviously not suitable for him. He sat in the last row. Because the table was too low to fit his legs, he had to sit sideways in an awkward posture. After a long time, his legs became stiff.Sometimes when you want to change your posture, your knees will accidentally hit the table.

Fu Xiaojia's "deskmate" is a little fat man. Since he didn't buy a pencil for sketching, he had to use a mechanical pencil to make do with his homework.Although the tools are simple, the little fat man himself looks very imposing. Every time Fu Xiaojia hits the table, he will roll his eyes.

There are dozens of children in a class, and the desks and chairs are placed from the front wall to the back wall. There is only one empty seat, and Fu Xiaojia has no other place to go. When the little fat man glared at him for the N+1 time, he finally couldn't bear it anymore. He gritted his teeth and whispered, "Don't stare at me, little fat man!"

The little fat man didn't speak, but glared at him again, shook his head as if to say "rotten wood can't be carved", then lowered his head and concentrated on painting.

Fu Xiaojia was so angry that she decided to skip class.He stood up and quietly squeezed past the two children next to him, glanced at Song Sheng on the stage, Song Sheng smiled and nodded to him.

Fu Xiaojia got the teacher's permission, and swaggered out of the back door of the classroom.

When we got outside, the rain had stopped.It was sunny after the rain, and the air was quite fresh. He looked at this "elementary school" carefully, and was surprised that there was such a school in Yuncheng.

Yuncheng is not considered a bustling commercial city, but its economic development is not bad. The city center is always full of tall buildings blocking out the sun, and the men and women walking on the street are also glamorous.The facilities of several key primary schools in the city are very good, but the primary school that Song Sheng brought him to can be described as "outstanding".

It's not surprising that it's strange. Song Sheng explained before the class just now that the school was established not long ago, mainly because the children on Heping Street were too far away from the school.The school is located in a place like Heping Street, and the basic family conditions of the children are similar. In a word, the family is poor.

But there are still people who insist on running education, even if there is still hope.

Fu Xiaojia sat down by the flower bed under a tree in the yard, pulled out a piece of dry grass, and played with it in her hands.He looked around, and there were only a few slightly shorter basketball hoops in the huge yard, and a simple running track drawn on the ground with white chalk. He could probably guess that this is where the children usually have physical education classes.

Fu Xiaojia blinked, and saw a child under the basketball hoop not far away, staring at the direction of the front door of the classroom where Fu Xiaojia came out, and stretched his neck to look around.Fu Xiaojia narrowed her eyes and saw that the child also held an exercise book and a very short, bald pencil.

Fu Xiaojia sat there and thought about whether he should go and provoke this "little devil" because he was really afraid of children because he was afraid of children.Moreover, the kid in front of me, although he has a chubby face and is quite cute, but he has a stinking face and a serious and serious appearance following Song Sheng in the classroom to learn how to draw, just like a miniature version of Shang Kai, It doesn't look easy to provoke.

Fu Xiaojia laughed, and secretly scolded herself for being too cowardly, just a child, could it be possible that she would call herself "childish" with a cold face like Shang Kai?

Fu Xiaojia stood up, patted the ashes on her buttocks, and walked towards the child with her hands in her pockets, trying her best to look "bad-hearted".

"Hey, kid! Which class are you in, why are you skipping class?" Fu Xiaojia asked.

The kid sat on the floor under the basketball hoop, looked up at him suspiciously, then ignored him and continued to draw.

"Hey, I'll go..." Fu Xiaojia doesn't believe this evil, why does this kid have exactly the same temper as Shang Kai?

He purposely leaned over and looked at the book in the child's hand. There was a square cube drawn on it, which was the same as what Song Sheng demonstrated on the blackboard.

"Hey, isn't your painting good?" Fu Xiaojia smiled, "What? You like painting so much? Would you rather skip class to take other classes? Doesn't anyone in your class teach art?"

The child stopped holding the pencil, and looked at Fu Xiaojia like an idiot.

"You don't understand. Our teacher is not as good at painting as he is."

Fu Xiaojia looked at Song Sheng, then turned to look at the little boy on the ground.

"You learn like this, when will you learn it? Why don't you go home and ask your mother to enroll you in a painting class?"

The child was silent for a while, and the short pencil in his hand continued to "swipe" on the drawing paper. Just when Fu Xiaojia thought that the child would never talk to him again, the child said:

"I don't have a mother."

Fu Xiaojia's heart skipped a beat, feeling empty.

"I'm sorry..." Fu Xiaojia apologized subconsciously.

The boy shook his head generously and said, "It's okay."

Fu Xiaojia became more and more panicked, unable to speak. After thinking for a long time, she realized that she was also not good at comforting others, so she said:

"You draw beautifully, can I see it here?"

The child seemed very happy, raised his chin, and smiled.

"can."

……

Fu Xiaojia accompanied the child to draw for half a class, and when she realized it, the bell for the end of get out of class had already rang.Song Sheng took off the sketch paper on the blackboard, told the children that get out of class was over, packed up their things, and walked out of the classroom door.

Fu Xiaojia was staring intently at the child who was painting, when the child suddenly looked up and saw Song Sheng, and handed Fu Xiaojia his homework, then pointed to Song Sheng who was coming towards him, and ran away in a hurry Far.

"Hey? What's your situation..." Fu Xiaojia was holding a homework book at a loss, when Song Sheng came over and handed him the things in his hand.

"You are quite popular, and children from other classes also come to the class, Nuo, this is his homework, and the painting is quite similar."

Song Sheng finished his homework, looked down carefully for a while, took out a red pen from his trousers pocket, wrote "98" on it, and wrote a paragraph in a flash, and returned it to Fu Xiaojia.Fu Xiaojia took it over and took a look. The passage was probably about composition and lines.

Song Sheng explained: "This child has a very special family situation. His mother passed away very early, and he has been living with his father. He doesn't like to talk to people very much, but he likes to draw very much. Sometimes he does not go to his own class. Class, secretly ran out to draw."

Fu Xiaojia nodded and said, "So that's how it is."

It's kinda cute.I wanted Song Sheng to comment on his paintings, but he didn't want to hand them over to him, so he handed them to Fu Xiaojia and ran away.

"Have you talked?" Song Sheng asked.

"Yes." Fu Xiaojia said.

"Then you are destined." Song Sheng showed a surprised expression, "I have been a volunteer teacher here for so long, and he has never spoken to me."

"Really?" Fu Xiaojia smiled, raised the homework book in his hand, "Then what about this?"

"Give it to Teacher Xu, the teacher who was waiting for us at the door when we first came, and she will return it to that child."