Although the village chief told Xi'er that his motorcycle had been taken away by his son, Xi'er was still worried. When the car arrived at Baijia Village, she asked to get off the car and walked to the village chief's house to have a look. She could only see it with her own eyes.
She didn't feel relieved until she got to the motorcycle, otherwise she would always remember it in her heart and feel guilty about it.
Tan Jin'er knew her very well and let her out of the car.
Xi'er got out of the car, and Xiaobai immediately followed her, then Dunzi, and then Xiaobai also shouted to get out of the car and asked someone to hold her.
It was a bit high for her to get out of the car, and the little friend felt panicked.
"Have you all gotten off the car?" Zhang Tan, who acted as the driver, asked, "When do you plan to go home? Xiaobai?"
Xiaobai said: "Have fun, I will go home after playing for a while. Old man, please go back quickly. Don't worry about us. We have all grown up."
Speaking of growing up, Xiaobai raised her head and straightened her chest, and Xi'er beside her immediately made herself look bigger.
Zhang Tan's eyes swept across them, and immediately fell on Xiaobai, who was looking forward to Shenghui. This little guy also expressed that he had grown up.
"Okay, then you should pay attention to safety and take good care of Xiao Xiaobai."
"Xiao knows Nao~"
Xiaobai and others turned around and left, heading towards the village.
"Kill towards the village chief's house——"
After the children left, only Zhang Tan and Tan Jin'er were left in the car. The two happened to look at each other, and Tan Jin'er quickly looked away, feeling a little panicked.
It wasn't because he was alone in a car with Zhang Tan that he was panicking, but because his eyes met unexpectedly just now.
Zhang Tan said: "I have nothing to do when I go home. Do you want to practice driving?"
"Ah? Isn't this bad?" Tan Jin'er hesitated. She got her driver's license, but she never got on the road much.
"We have to overcome psychological barriers. The road we took back just now is asphalt and spacious. There are almost no vehicles and fewer pedestrians. It is very suitable for novices like you to practice driving."
Tan Jin'er was moved, but still hesitated: "Then, what should I do if I rush into a ditch?"
"The road is so wide and there are no cars passing by. How could it end up in a ditch? Don't be afraid. Let me tell you, the first thing to do when driving is to overcome mental obstacles."
Zhang Tan turned the car around and drove towards the entrance of the village. When he arrived under the big camphor tree at the entrance of the village, he stopped the car and he and Tan Jin'er changed seats.
Tan Jin'er sat in the driver's seat, and Zhang Tan sat in the passenger seat, reminding her of some precautions.
…
Tan Jiner's skills are passable, he just needs to be braver and more confident.
After experiencing the initial jerkiness and nervousness, I slowly found a sense of rhythm. Although the driving was slow, it was very steady.
It seems that the Tan family sisters all adhere to the concept of safety first and have a very strong safety awareness.
After practicing for more than an hour, a motorcycle suddenly came up. After the other person approached, he slowed down and stared at the car curiously. This made Tan Jiner feel nervous. The motorcycle was too close, and she
I almost drove the car into a ditch.
The motorcycle was startled, and the car braked suddenly and stopped. Then Tan Jin'er said she didn't want to drive anymore and wanted to slow down and calm down the shock.
Zhang Tan sat in the driver's seat again and drove Tan Jin'er home.
Teacher Jiang is not at home. He may have gone to the village to find someone to chat with.
Tan Jin'er handed over the briefcase and said at the same time: "I wrapped 30 red envelopes before, 18 were sent out, and there are 12 left. Take a look and put them away."
Zhang Tan smiled and said: "Take it, you can use it as lucky money for the children during the Chinese New Year. Children in the village can also give it to them when they see it."
"I will prepare the red envelope myself, please take it quickly."
"It's just a few red envelopes, just keep them first."
Tan Jin'er puffed up her face and thrust the briefcase into Zhang Tan's hand, "This is your money, it's not a trivial matter. Just keep it."
After saying that, he turned around and entered the house, looking a little angry.
Zhang Tan was a little confused.
It is said that Xiaobai and his party went to the village chief's house and met an old man wandering at the door of the village chief's house.
The door of the village chief's house was closed. Xiaobai went up and knocked on the door. After a while, someone opened it and opened it a crack. When he saw it was Xiaobai, he opened the door.
"It's Xiaobai! Are you back from the tea factory?"
"Hahaha, you're back. Did you take the village chief's motorcycle away?"
Xiaobai asked with a silly smile. She knew the man in front of her, he was the village chief's youngest son.
The village chief has two sons. The eldest son is married and the younger son is single. This is the one in front of you.
"Ah, yes, I'm riding back. Come in and have a seat. Xi'er is here too, Xiao Xiaobai, Dunzi!"
The village chief's youngest son is in his early 20s and seems to be quite energetic.
Xiaobai looked back at his friends and said, "Then let's go sit down."
He walked in first, and the children filed in. Dunzi stood behind him to protect Xiaobai, lest he lose her because she was too young.
The old man who was lingering at the door also looked over eagerly and wanted to follow him in, but he didn't dare. He stood not far away and smiled at the village chief's youngest son.
The village chief's youngest son looked at him helplessly, ignored him, and closed the door.
The children surrounded the motorcycle in the yard. Xi'er confirmed again and again that this was the village chief's motorcycle, and she remembered it.
"Are you relieved?" Xiaobai asked Xi'er.
Xi'er nodded: "hiahia, don't worry."
Immediately, the child asked the village chief's youngest son who followed him: "Brother, where is your helmet?"
"Helmet? What helmet?"
"A motorcycle helmet."
"Oh, that, no."
"!" Xi'er's face froze. She originally planned to leave, but now it seems that she can't just leave like that. She must spread the knowledge of safe driving to the village chief's family.
Nagging is now online.
…
When the village chief's eldest daughter-in-law returned home, she saw several young guests sitting in the living room.
The TV was on and cartoons were playing, and the children were eating snacks on the coffee table while watching cartoons.
Only Xi'er's attention was not on animations and snacks. She was chatting with the village chief's youngest son. Balabala talked about the concept of safe driving for a long time.
The village chief's youngest son had a sad face, helpless and funny at the same time. This scene was something she never expected.
"Sister-in-law~"
"We have guests."
"It's Xiaobai and the others."
Of course my sister-in-law knows Xiaobai. She was married to Baijia Village last year. She met Xiaobai during last year’s New Year and this year’s summer vacation. Although she has never had any interactions with him, she has seen a lot and heard even more.
Her father-in-law would often mention Boss Zhang's daughter.
She went to the house and took out homemade snacks to entertain the little guests.
It is a snack made by drying eggplant and mixing it with brown sugar.
Although it doesn't look very good, it tastes very good.
After Xiaobai took a bite, he looked like a little mouse, his eyes brightened.
"Sweet."
The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.
Xi'er, who was teaching the village chief's youngest son, heard this. Her ears perked up and her eyes immediately fell on the small plate.
Xi'er immediately wanted to suspend the class, but Xiaobai said that she should tell the village chief's youngest son about the dangers of not wearing a helmet, using Cheng Cheng's father as an example.
Xi'er: "..."
At this time, the gate of the courtyard opened, and the voice of the village chief came. There was another person speaking, the old man lingering at the door. The other person had a smile on his face, and his face was full of wrinkles.
