Private school two or three things

It has been several days since heavy snow closed the mountain, and the teaching in the private school has also come to an end.

The little ghosts who stayed behind in the private school squeezed into the special big heater, stretched out their hands and peeled the oranges, while listening to the shamisen in the hands of Mr. Songyang.

The voice was light and melodious, mixed with the smell of the cold snow outside the house, the little ghosts squinted their eyes and bulged their cheeks to listen to the vibrating string, and shook their heads leisurely in this warm and peaceful atmosphere.

Chinese New Year is coming soon.

Which kid doesn't like Chinese New Year?You can eat delicious food, wear new clothes, receive New Year's gifts, and even play around all night without someone holding your ear and forcing you to sleep.

The little ghosts are very happy, if it is not really cold outside the house, and there are so few clothes, they must be more willing to go outside to play rather than sit here and listen to the teacher playing the piano - although it is really nice...

Of course Songyang knew what these boys were thinking.But yesterday they swept up the whole yard to play snowball fights, and they got their heads covered and their clothes wet, so today they can't be allowed to go out no matter what—it's better to spend the New Year healthy and healthy.

But the little ghosts went out later.But not to play.

Song Yang, who was plucking the strings, heard the sound of the door and went out to check. When he came back, there was no smile on Wen Wen's face.

"Grandma Nakajima passed away. The teacher is going to help," he said.

The middle school children were stunned.

Grandma Nakajima?Is that the old woman who likes to tease them?

The little devils looked at each other.

Grandma Nakajima, originally named Fujiwara Sukyo, is 97 years old and nicknamed "grandma", and she is indeed old enough for everyone in the village to call her grandma.She lives in the north of the village, is widowed and has no children, and her biggest hobby is probably to tease these little devils.

Almost all the imps have a horrible experience.

Being hugged on the chest by a grandma-level character, rubbing his head constantly; or being rubbed round and flattened by hands full of calluses and wrinkles; It’s not flaming lips anymore) branded; or stared at by a pair of cloudy eyes, looking back at a certain grandma smiling at you...

It is simply unbearable!

Zimao hugged him, but he still couldn't stop his cold pores from bursting from the scalp to the tailbone. It seems that this guy must have been burned by the flames...

The wig is okay, because he runs the fastest every time.However, there were occasional misses, and her pretty little face was rubbed severely, so her expression was not very good.

The other people also had different expressions. Needless to say, they all suffered from this grandma.

Curly hair is the calmest and most relaxed.Also, who would want to hug a kid who is always holding a sword, has curly hair and dead fish eyes, and is not cute at all.

Curly peeled an orange and threw it whole into his mouth.

In the evening, Songyang hurried back to the private school and told everyone that he was going to spend the night with Grandma Nakajima tonight.

The little ghosts don't follow.

Songyang had no choice but to pat their heads and tell them: "Grandma Nakajima has no offspring, and the teacher will guard the spirit for her as grandma's son."

The little ghosts had to let go.

After Songyang left, the little ghosts couldn't stay still.I don't know who started it, a group of little ghosts sneaked out of the private school and headed north.

The members of the Nakajima family hadn't finished dispersing, they were busy going in and out.The little ghosts had no choice but to slip into the yard against the outer wall, and a bunch of people lay on the wall and stretched their necks in.

Songyang is in this room.Holding a thick package in his hand, he bowed his head in silence.

"Accept it, Mr. Yoshida, this is also Grandma Nakajima's wish." The uncle in front of Songyang said slowly, the corners of his eyes were moist.

Songyang sighed softly, walked to the coffin in the middle of the room, and bowed deeply to the person inside the coffin.

The little ghosts outside the door didn't understand at all. They just felt that it was the first time they had seen the teacher's solemn look, and they were a little at a loss.

"Come in, you little rascals." The uncle in the room had already seen a bunch of little heads that wanted to be probed, and said helplessly.

The little ghosts entered the house silently.

Songyang sighed.

The uncle saw Songyang's embarrassed face, and didn't want to rush him. He just said: "The elderly are always very difficult in winter-this is something that can't be helped. The person is gone, just do what she said."

Song Yang nodded slightly, and said to the little ghosts: "Do it all."

The little ghosts sat down in silence.

Songyang put the package on his knees, and glanced at each child: "This is a gift from Grandma Nakajima to each of you."

That's right.Wrapped tightly with big red paper, there are no more, no less, 15 bulging red envelopes.

The little ghosts lowered their heads and opened the red envelopes, and then some started crying.

It's not that there is a lot of money, it's just that each red envelope comes with a small piece of paper.

Curly looked at the words in his hand, and the eyes of the dead fish slowly widened.

[I really want to hug you. 】

Curly's throat moved twice.

He remembered that when he looked back coldly, that strange mother-in-law was always standing not far away looking at him and smiling.

The smile is ugly, and the facial features are all rubbed together. As a woman, it hardly fits the appearance of a woman. It looks gloomy like a dark creature.

She attacked other little ghosts, but never dared to touch him, not only because of the sword in his hand, but also because of his red cold dead fish eyes.

He always thought it was disgusting.

On the day of the funeral, the weather was fine. Although the clouds had not parted yet, there were a few rays of sunshine struggling through the clouds to attend the funeral.The kids from the private school stood neatly in a row in their best clothes, respectfully seeing grandma off.

It was rare for Curly to not have a sword on his body. He rolled up his sleeves and looked at the simple stone tablet ahead with a calm expression.

"Grandma Nakajima." He called out the name slowly, with a correct accent.

Song Yang turned his head, his crimson dead fish eyes were still listless, and the messy curly hair on his head showed no intention of giving in.But it always feels different.

It is not the silence of resistance, nor the alienation of indifference.

The sharp sword puts away the cold light, and embraces the world with the calmness of the earth.This should be Grandma Nakajima's expectation for curly hair, right?

Curly raised his head, the wind ruffled his hair.At this moment, he suddenly wondered what it would be like to be pressed into his arms.

He exhaled, turned around, and reached out to grab the teacher's sleeve.

The old dies, the new is born.

But this person, and only this person, cannot let go.

Songyang turned his head and wrapped Curly's little paw inside.

"The Chinese New Year is coming soon." Songyang said.I don't know who to tell.

And this is destined to be a memorable Spring Festival.