Private school two or three things

Normally, a group of brats who just turned double-digit age shouldn't be discussing this kind of issue.

However, after Mr. Songyang received a chocolate handed over by an unmarried girl from Beili's family next door with a blushing face... a group of little ghosts faced this problem directly.

The private school needs a teacher!

We don't know whether the little ghosts who came to this conclusion were happy or sad, optimistic and accepted or resisted and opposed. Anyway, Xiao Zimao's attitude is very clear-what is the teacher's wife that can be eaten?Uncle, I don't want to bother Shizi and Mistress to let her go where and where...

If it wasn't for curly hair and wigs, maybe it might be possible, not to mention the teacher's wife, even the teacher's wife would be chopped off together, right?

Amitabha.Good good good good.

While chanting the Buddha's name, curly hair locked the murderous purple hair in the closet with a few stronger boys, and looked at the wig for others to watch here. He and the wig sneaked out of the teacher's dormitory.

I always feel that eavesdropping on things like this is becoming more and more proficient...

"Well... anyway... you, you... like... just... good..."

He spoke intermittently in one sentence, and there was no doubt that it was the girl from Beili.

"Thank you." Songyang's voice was the same as usual, completely unable to hear the embarrassment or shyness of being confessed.

"...that...then...I...you...today...to..." The girl from Beili spoke incoherently, and the curly hair outside the door was tangled.

I really want to put on [Zhen Huan's face] and say to the sister-level girl: speak human words.

"The tea is cold." Songyang's voice came, the crisp sound of ceramics colliding was short and hasty, and then the sound of water came, it should be Songyang pouring hot tea.

"...Thank you...thank you..." You were like a mosquito.

"If she talks to me like that in the future, then I'll stand by Zi Mao's side." The wig turned around, a big face almost arched on Curly Hair's nose.

"If you talk to me in this way again, I'll stand in your face." Curly slapped him back and continued to eavesdrop.

"The private school hasn't had any visitors for a long time. Everyone must be very happy that Ms. Beili can come here sometime." Songyang said in the room.

"Ah, no..." The girl from Beili blushed and almost shed sweat, "I too... I'm also very... happy... to meet... Mr. Yoshida..." The voice became more and more Smaller, almost silent reading at the end.

Songyang hooked the corners of his lips and continued: "The children in the private school are more lively, so Ms. Beili may find it noisy. I hope you will forgive me. But as long as you observe carefully, you will find everyone's cuteness. Not the same, everyone will express his feelings to you in their own way."

Miss Beili stared blankly at the tenderness in Songyang's eyes: "Mr. Yoshida...how could...know?"

Curly outside the door rolled his eyes.nonsense!Of course the teacher knows.

Songyang turned to look at the eaves: "I have three students who can hide their feelings deeply. Kotaro will flick his ponytail slightly when he is happy, and study hard when he is sad; Jinzhu will blush when he is happy, and say nothing when he is sad." Don't talk about doing housework; when Yinshi is happy, he raises his eyebrows slightly, and when he is sad, he holds on to the hilt of his sword. In comparison, the other children are much more frank, so they can naturally know."

Listening to Songyang's rare series of words, the girl from Beili felt that she was a little envious of the group of poor children. She grabbed the kimono on her knees and mustered up the courage to look into Songyang's eyes: "Mr. Yoshida...loves the students in the private school very much What about them..."

Songyang smiled warmly like spring: "Of course, they are all my children."

The two silent outside the door suddenly heard a noise, turned around, and the purple fur's shiny green eyes were exposed in the air.

Zimao broke through many obstacles and rushed here.

"Hey Xiao Shan, your eyes are sweating." "Hey Jin Zhu, your eyes." The two said at the same time.

The bright green in Zi Mao's eyes suddenly turned into a gloomy dark green.He suppressed his voice and grinned: "Asshole, do you have the right to say me?!"

That's right, the eyes of the three little devils were shining brightly, like rain flower stones soaked in water.The three idiots raised their heads to express their thoughts and feelings that "I don't want to cry, but my eyes are a little sore after opening them for a long time".

"It's nothing interesting at all. I'm leaving." Curly walked back with his head up, and fell down at the end of the corridor.

"I'm going to see Huang Jiro (Huang Jiro is a dog)." Wig said, also fell on all fours at the end of the corridor.

"Cut..." Zimao snorted, looking down on the other two, he turned his head and slammed his face against the wall.

The girl from Beili in the room didn't know anything about it, she just felt the gentleness in Songyang's eyes piercing her eyes and heart, her obsession with no purpose, the hot tea in her hand couldn't iron out the instantly lost eyes, she was so confused and confused.

Girls from Beili are not stupid, girls from Beili understand.

"Private school children... I can also..." She whispered, not daring to look Songyang in the eye.Because inside, it must be Wen Wen's rejection.

What can I do?take care of?care?For the little devils in the private school, there is a whole world that Songyang and the others already have.

But she is not reconciled.

When I saw it for the first time, I thought the sun had fallen into the world, and when I raised my hand, it took her breath away.With a warm and tolerant smile, the breeze lingered; in the sleeves of the Yingying turned around, light particles fluttered.

So the girl understood for the first time what throbbing is.

That charming moment, I review it every night until it is engraved into the blood and bones, converging into the pain of love.

Many years later, the woman revisited her hometown and stood quietly for an afternoon in front of the ruins of what used to be a private school.

The tossing and turning thoughts, childish overtures, clumsy expressions, and the entanglement and pain of the girl's first love back then, all precipitated into silent exchanges in time.

And the figure that almost disappeared under the sun is engraved on the head of her youthful stele, becoming an ancient painting.

The Sri Lankans have gone.

She is also a woman.

How many people's youth is not so separated from the past?

Songyang avoided it, not knowing where he went.

After the girl from Beili finished crying, she wiped the corners of her eyes and stood up, then walked out in a good mood.

Of course she didn't leave that easily.

Zimao looked up with a tender face, and shouted crisply: "Aren't you going to stay for dinner?"

"Ah... no... I..."

The girl from Beili couldn't finish speaking, and the little devils were so enthusiastic that they flicked sparks on the face of the girl from Beili.The girl from Beili couldn't hold it, so she had to be at the mercy of the little ghosts.

"Big sister, is it delicious? A dessert specially made for you." The wig looked serious.

……what to do?Want to tell the truth?She was almost fainted by sweetness.This is dessert?This is Jinping candied and mixed in strawberry jam, right?And what about the white-haired kid?Does she owe him money?

"Big sister, soba noodles!" Wig looked excited.

...It's already the third bowl. Let her go, she's already full...Is soba noodles the only food in the private school?This is too scary!

"...tea." Zimao put the pottery cup in front of the Beili girl, his face was full of shadows.

...can't drink, absolutely can't drink.She gambled on her feminine intuition, and always felt that if she drank it, she would not be able to see the sun of tomorrow!

...Mr. Yoshida...I can't see the cuteness of this group of children(?) at all!Yoshida-san, save me!