Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

"I see."

Bi Xia stayed until nine o'clock and left. Only one person was allowed to accompany him in the hospital at night. He didn't know how to take care of others, so it was useless to stay.

He went straight back to school.

Evening self-study is not over yet, the teaching building is brightly lit and very quiet, Qiu Zhen is spinning his pen in boredom, wondering how Teacher Xia is doing.

He looked at the empty seats around him, leaned down on the table, and breathed a sigh of relief, wondering if he could come back today.

Bi Xia went to the head teacher to sell the vacation, and gave him the phone by the way.

The old class took over, and by the way cared: "How is your grandfather?"

"The operation went well."

"It's good. If you have anything to tell me, I'm your class teacher, and my salary is higher than that of the teacher. Don't feel troublesome."

Lao Ban explained to him while packing up his things.

"Ah."

"Okay, go back and have a good rest."

As he spoke, he also stood up. Most of the time, he would leave school with the students and arrive at school at the same time.

When Bi Xia came in, Qiu Zhen was lying on the table and shaking his pen. It was not the first time he had done this, but he was practicing calligraphy just now.

In other words, what he was holding was a pen, and when he flicked it, there was a string of ink marks on his face.

Qiu Zhen felt a chill on his face, he was stunned for two seconds before realizing what was going on, wiped his face and ink with his hand.

Bi Xia's hand was still on the handle of the back door, and Qiu Zhen just looked at him. After a while, a smile appeared in Bi Xia's eyes, and then the smile spread bit by bit, to the corners of the eyes, to the tip of the eyebrows, to the lips.

Qiu Zhen was embarrassed, but he didn't feel aggrieved at all, his tablemate smiled so nicely.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class. Qiu Zhen stuffed the things in the drawer and dragged him to the bathroom. Bi Xia didn't know what kind of ink it was.

The two of them coincidentally remembered the scene of removing makeup last time, and looked at each other, Bi Xia was a little defensive, Qiu Zhen smiled innocently, picked up the soap from the sink and wiped it on his face casually.

Bi Xia frowned and didn't say anything after all. After washing his face, Qiu Zhen casually dried it. When he walked out of the teaching building, Qiu Zhen felt something was wrong: "Hiss, what kind of soap is this, my face seems a little tense."

He rubbed his face, didn't feel relieved, and asked Bi Xia about the operation.

"very smooth."

"I just said that Teacher Xia will be fine."

"Ah."

"What about you? Is your cough okay?"

Since coming back to now, the sound of coughing and suppressing has not stopped.

"The old doctor said he wanted you to take a good rest, do you have something on your mind?"

Bi Xia didn't speak, but Qiu Zhen understood that he didn't want to say more to him and didn't speak anymore. The two were silent all the way, and when they parted at the door of the dormitory, Qiu Zhen said, "If you don't want to talk, go to the counseling room."

"never mind."

up?It's okay now, it was true before that.Qiu Zhen thought about it for a while, but he couldn't think of any other troubles at the same table, so he gave up.

The weather is good when we come in, and the Arbor Day is even cloudless and blue.

This morning, the old class asked a few boys to move the tree to the parking lot at the school gate. He only called six people, but almost the whole class went to watch.

The tree was just as they had imagined. It could be seen that it was originally full of branches and leaves. It was neatly trimmed and wrapped in "plastic wrap" for the purpose of moving the nest. There was a large lump of mud on the root of the tree and it was wrapped with hemp rope. .

When I arrived at the local old class, I coaxed people back: "What's the hurry, take the first two classes well, and come down at nine o'clock."

"Don't you need to watch it?"

"Tune the class, if you don't want to adjust, you can plant in the afternoon."

"Tune!"

What a joke, of course it is to have fun first and then go to class.

Everyone gathered at the parking lot at nine o'clock, only to find out that several classes from the first year of high school were there, and they were fooled by the old class again.

The school drew a circle with white lime powder for the location of each class. The circle was quite large, with a diameter of more than one meter. It happened that the trees in their class were not small.

The boys were all gearing up, and the old class looked at them with a smile.There were only two shovels, and the boys dug in groups of two for 5 minutes each, taking turns digging for a long time.

It rained a lot a while ago, but here in the parking lot, although it is muddy land, the weather is dry and dusty, but the mud is compacted and it is not so easy to dig.

The pits of the two groups are not that deep, everyone is a little suspicious of life, what is the difficulty?

It doesn't matter what order it is next, they all came up to try their hands, and the facts told them that it was really so difficult.

"What kind of thing is this?"

"Is this also a kind of desertification? Soil compaction?"

"Come on, it's good if the school can find such a piece of land, don't pick it."

They looked at the young saplings in the seventh and ninth classes next door, and they had reason to suspect that the old class did it on purpose.

"It's the year of the monkey and the month of the horse?"

"That has to be dug, at worst, come back tomorrow."

"We're fine, won't the tree die if it's not planted for so long?"

"come together."

So a group of people found various tools to loosen the soil, so as to save some effort for the students who used the shovel.

After half an hour...

"Damn, this is too much effort."

"Water, it should be softer after soaking in water?"

"Try it."

Adding water was really useful, so a group of people in the eighth class ran back and forth carrying buckets and basins.

The nearest water source is in the complex building, running back and forth, and after a while, everyone in Class [-], regardless of gender, sweated and took off their coats.

They are working hard here, and the small tree in the seventh class next door has already been planted, probably because they don't want to go back too early, squatting aside and playing with mud.

The principal over there brought a group of people here, and he smiled when he saw their tree: "If the tree in your class can live, it will definitely be able to eat fruit within two years."

The students in Class [-] were exhausted to death, and when they heard this, they became more energetic. The weak little sapling in Class [-] and Class [-] would definitely not be able to eat fruit within two years.

The principal watched them digging in a cheerful manner, rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll help you."

Qi Jiale handed over the shovel he had just started, feeling a little unhappy.

They don't want the principal to intervene at all, the tree of their class.

But the headmaster is obviously more experienced than them, or maybe there is too much water and the mud has softened. He dug more in 2 minutes than two people in 5 minutes.

The pit was dug deeper and deeper, and it was a bit difficult for them to stand on it. The principal was already sweating profusely after digging for 2 minutes, so he returned the shovel to them.

"Haven't done this for many years, it's rusty."

After all, he can be regarded as a senior brother. Qiu Zhen twisted a bottle of mineral water and handed it over. When the principal saw that it was him, he was overjoyed: "Xiao Qiu."

Then he looked around and found Bi Xia, walked over to him and asked him about the situation of Mr. Xia, chatted briefly and left.

The pit was already half a meter deep, and they jumped into the pit to dig, and the soil had to be thrown upwards, which was even more laborious.

The highest temperature today is more than 20 degrees, and a group of people are working under the sun, and it doesn't take long for them to be exhausted.

Qiu Zhen was distracted and thought for a while, Bi Xia's cough should be cured when the weather is hot, right?

The number of people in the parking lot has been reduced by half, and the tree was bought by the head teacher. No one bought such a big tree like the old class.

The tree moves the dead and the living, such a leafy tree is not suitable for transplanting.Probably because I was afraid that the seeds would not survive, the roots of this tree are really full of mud.

They dug the hole, lifted the tree and put it in, only to find that the hole wasn't deep enough.

There was no choice but to lift the tree and put it aside to continue digging.

Most of the water deliverers were girls, who squatted on the ground to watch them tossing regardless of their image, and now stood up resignedly and prepared to continue fetching water.

"Brother Qiu, where is your magic wand? Do it quickly, bring water, we are going to die of exhaustion."

Everyone laughed when they heard it.

Bi Xia also curled the corner of his mouth, and pointed in the same direction as Qiu Zhen, who saw that it was a fire hydrant.

"Good for you."

Qiuzheng Xiaopo went over to study it, and it really made him wring out the water, so he didn't have to run back and forth now.

"Brother Qiu, you really know magic."

After all, it was a fire hydrant, and they felt a little guilty about using it, and they even asked someone to watch the situation.

The old class assigned them two and a half hours, and they really planted for two and a half hours.

He just said hello and went back to the office, and now they started filling the soil and he came again.

"Yo, girls and boys are all good."

At first everyone complained about the old class, but now that the tree is planted, it is stronger than any other class. They are also happy, and they are quite proud of being teased by the old class.

"It doesn't matter if it's planted, and then you have to water it," Lao Ban said, glanced at the fire hydrant that hadn't been fully closed, and then retracted his gaze as if he saw everything and continued: " You're going to take care of it until the end of term, but the master gardener from the school will take over."

As soon as the old class said to disband, a group of people greeted each other and rushed to the cafeteria. Qiu Zhen was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, but he knew that his tablemate would definitely not go to eat like this.

Sure enough, Bi Xia said to him: "Go and eat."

"Go back to take a shower?"

Bi Xia nodded.

Qiu Zhen was dissatisfied and said, "Your cough is still not healed, isn't your body counting?"

Bi Xia frowned slightly, and compromised: "I can use hot water."

"Hot water doesn't work either."

The two became deadlocked, and Qiu Zhen knew that he was sweating all over and refused to let him take a bath. Bi Xia probably would be unhappy...it looked like he was already unhappy.

Qiu Zhen hurriedly made amends: "Go and see if Teacher Liang is in the dormitory?"

They knocked on the door twice but no one answered, so they probably weren't there.

Qiu Zhen was thinking about what to do when the sound of metal colliding came from behind.

Teacher Liang was holding a pile of ingredients in his hand, and he couldn't find the key for a long time. When he saw the two people in front of the door, he smiled.

"It's a coincidence that you came here. I just went to the vegetable market today and came to eat together."

Qiu Zhen went up to help: "We are going to plant trees today."

"I know."

He handed the things in his hand to Qiu Zhen, and Bi Xia also reached out to take some of them, and he finally freed his hand to open the door.

"You want to borrow a bathroom? You guys take a shower first, and I'll cook."

"Don't bother, it's too late, right?"

"In time."

Both of them speeded up deliberately, and 15 minutes later they were sitting at the dining table, with two small stir-fries on the table and soup in the stewing pot.

Qiu Zhen looked magical: "So fast?"

"How long does it take to cook a dish?"

It wasn't the first time for them to have a meal, although the first two times were hot pots invited by Mr. Liang, they didn't politely take the chopsticks and started eating.

Bi Xia doesn't talk much when eating, Qiu Zhen can't stay idle.

"Mr. Liang's skill is absolutely amazing, my wife is blessed."

"Master?" He smiled as if thinking of something funny, then shook his head again.

Hearing this, Bi Xia looked up at him, and Teacher Liang also looked at him. After simple eye contact, they both knew that the other party was the same as themselves.

Qiu Zhen always felt that Mr. Liang's words were a bit deep, and after dinner, he guessed with Bi Xia: "Did he suffer any emotional injuries? It's a bit sad to mention the teacher's wife."

Bi Xia didn't expect him to be quite sensitive: "Maybe."

"I won't talk about it from now on."

Bi Xia was noncommittal, so it may not be hurt because of love, but if two people are happy, it is not hurt.

The two love each other and cannot stay together.