soul seeker

"Let me tell you, don't cause trouble at school anymore, we are elementary school students!" The woman led the old man into the school while nagging.

There are two other women at the school gate:

"Teacher, let's take care of Xiaowang!"

"Don't worry, we will take special care of situations like Ye Ziwang's. Physical education class will not let him do excessive exercise."

The old man entered the classroom, but the teacher in the class did not come, and it was very noisy.

But even in such a complicated environment, the old man saw Ziwang at a glance.

Completely different from other children, he was unreasonably quiet, flipping through his first grade textbook with his head down, as if no one else was there.

Just as he was about to go up to say hello, the teacher came in at this moment: "Students, sit down."

The old man didn't listen to what the teacher said next, his eyes kept on Ziwang, and it wasn't until Ziwang stood up that he heard the teacher say:

"Student Ye Ziwang is not in good health. Don't deliberately fight with him, but get along with him in harmony. Okay, please take a seat. Then our first class meeting is over. Let's arrange our seats after class."

"Teacher!" The old man hurriedly raised his hand.

"This classmate... Shan Lao Die, right? Shan Lao Die, what can you do?"

"Can I sit with Ye Zi? I am a neighbor to him, and I can take care of him."

"Hmm... this... Ye Ziwang, would you like it?"

Ziwang looked at the old man in shock, and blushed. Although he didn't know why the old man wanted to get close to him, he nodded happily. After all, this was his first friend.

As soon as the teacher said that get out of class was over, the children ran out while fighting, leaving only the old man Wang Wang.

The old man sat next to Ziwang with his schoolbag in his hand, "We will be at the same table from now on."

Ziwang still lowered his head: "Why are you sitting next to me?"

"No reason, I just want to sit."

"Oh, by the way," Lao Die passed his hand in front of Ziwang, "My name is Shan Lao Die."

Ziwang looked at his hand and hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to shake it lightly, and blushed again: "I heard what the teacher said."

"Did you just move here? Why haven't I seen you?"

"No, I've moved here and lived here for a long time, but I don't go out very much..." Ziwang still lowered his head, and his voice became softer.

"Really," the old man stretched out his hand and turned his head to face him, "Don't keep your head down, you won't be able to see your face."

Ziwang took his head off his hands, turned his head and glanced at the playground outside the window, "Aren't you going to play?"

"Go!" After saying that, he stood up and walked out.

Seeing him go, Ziwang lowered his head and looked at the textbook again.

But within a few minutes, he came back and sat next to him.

"Why are you back?"

"It's all over..."

Ziwang smiled, "What are you playing?"

"That... hopscotch!"

The old man lay on the table with his hands under his face, "What do you usually do after school?"

"Nothing, just go home."

"Oh...then can I go to your house to play with you?"

"Okay." Zi Wang turned a page.

The last class of the first day is also over.

"Let's go!" The old man picked up his schoolbag and looked at Ziwang bouncingly.

"Wait a minute..." Ziwang took out a mask from his schoolbag and put it on.

"What are you doing? You have a cold?"

"To keep out dust."

"Hui? Why guard against him?" The old man took a deep breath of air, "This also needs to be guarded against?"

"If you don't guard against it, you may fall ill."

When the old man was puzzled, he saw something he had never seen before in Ziwang's schoolbag, "What is this? A toy?" He quickly took it over.

It is a small plastic spray bottle with the head on the top, but the outlet is on the bottom, and the outlet is made out, the whole bottle looks like an "L".

"It's medicine." Ziwang took it back, put it in his schoolbag and zipped it up.

"Medicine? What do you mean?"

They talked and walked out of the classroom.