Chapter 486 The Most Romantic Thing - Wish Song Xing
The courtyard is a little deep, with willows piled in smoke and countless curtains.
The young head teacher was stunned, watching Principal Li's back disappear from his eyes, and suddenly remembered that familiar phrase, and couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.
Principal Li's eyes are always worth pondering and pondering, just like the dusk behind the closed door and the spring that cannot be held back by any means.
He was still asking about Huahua with tears in his eyes, but Principal Li glanced back with deep confusion. There was no Bai Meisheng, no Qingren City, no Qingren Guo, but Principal Li was already in the red sky flying by.
The broken shadow disappeared with the swing.
Leave him alone in the classroom, savoring it slowly and savoring it carefully.
Ahem, aftertaste?
It seems that Teacher Zhao can make aftertaste snacks.
The young head teacher couldn't help but raise his hand to straighten his hair that had just reached his ears. He hadn't visited Principal Li for lunch in many days.
Otherwise, it would be better to choose a different day and find a reason to go to Principal Li’s house for dinner today at noon?
reason?
Thinking of this, the young head teacher couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly. Why do you need to find an excuse?
Principal Li secretly tore off the header of the small newspaper in his excerpt book. Isn't this reason enough?
A slight gust of wind blew from in front of the door. It was warm but not cold, and ruffled the hair on the young head teacher's forehead.
Haha, the young head teacher came to his senses and raised his left hand to tuck the hair from his forehead behind his ears. It turned out that it was not that there was no wind, but that it was blocked by the big Buddha of Principal Li.
Shelter from wind and rain?
Looking at the rows of green hollies outside the classroom door that looked like the lake surface, the young head teacher raised his eyebrows slightly and decided to go to Principal Li's house for lunch today.
"What is the head teacher looking at?" Li Wenwen muttered and gently touched Fang Xiaoxiao's arm.
Fang Xiaoxiao glanced at Li Wenwen, said nothing, looked up at the class teacher and lowered his head.
What is the head teacher looking at? What else is there to look at?
Of course she was looking at the scenery outside the classroom door. Why was Li Wenwen still asking her such an obvious question?
Li Wenwen can ask, but she cannot answer.
Her grades were not good, and if she did something small under the eyes of the class teacher, she might be discovered, even though the class teacher didn't like to criticize them.
However, she has always been very self-aware, ahem, she has always had self-respect.
The class teacher likes to roll her eyes at people. This habit is the same as Li Wenwen's.
Fang Xiaoxiao glanced at Li Wenwen on the left, and sure enough, Li Wenwen rolled his eyes at her again.
Those who have good grades have the same virtue. Fang Xiaoxiao twitched the corners of her lips slightly and raised her eyebrows disapprovingly. Remembering the roll of her eyes that Yan Xiaoyu had just passed by her, she turned her head and looked behind her.
Ahem, Yan Xiaoyu is also looking back?
Fang Xiaoxiao turned her head and found that she couldn't turn her neck. She turned back and glanced at the head teacher who was still looking out the front door. She quickly turned around and looked in the direction of Yan Xiaoyu.
Huh?
Zhao Jing? Which direction is Yan Xiaoyu looking at? Zhao Jing?
This is a bit strange.
Fang Xiaoxiao blinked and looked left and right at Yan Xiaoyu and Zhao Jing.
I accidentally discovered that Tongtong was also looking back. Which direction is the target?
She gestured, ahem, it was also Zhao Jing?
These two people are looking at Zhao Jing? They are both smiling.
Zhao Jing also looked at the two of them with a smile.
Fang Xiaoxiao blinked thoughtfully, turned around, and sat down. After a moment, he raised his eyes and glanced at the class teacher on the podium.
Fortunately, the head teacher is still looking at the scenery (in a daze).
"I don't know." Fang Xiaoxiao leaned towards Li Wenwen and whispered back. Seeing Li Wenwen's gaze towards her, she smiled and said, "Look back, there is a scenery behind."
"What are you looking at?" Li Wenwen was startled for a moment, glanced back, and then looked back, "Who are you looking at? What scenery is there?"
Just a bunch of stinky boys!
"Haha." Fang Xiaoxiao chuckled, "Zhao Jing, Tongtong, and Yan Xiaoyu, the three landscapes are looking at each other."
"Oh?" Li Wenwen heard this and immediately turned around.
How come these three people look at each other?
Turning around quickly, I accidentally bumped into the desk of Liu Feifei, a classmate in the back row, and a book on the corner of the desk fell to the ground with a "snap".
"You knocked my book away." Liu Feifei looked steadily at Li Wenwen in front of him.
That's enough! He knocked her book down, but she still looked back like a normal person.
What are you looking at? Is there anything interesting to see?
Are her grades amazing? Her grades are not bad either. She is among the top ten in the class!
"I know, wait a minute." Li Wen tilted his head slightly to the right and looked at Zhao Jing at the back right of the classroom.
Hey, you are indeed smiling.
Not to mention, Zhao Jing, who usually doesn't look very good, now looks a little bit better looking from a distance.
No wonder, the class teacher said that you should raise your hands and not hit anyone with a smiling face. Ahem, that was wrong. Li Wenwen blinked, and the class teacher said that a smile will make people look better.
It seems that it is right.
Li Wenwen turned his head to the left and looked towards Yan Xiaoyu and Tongtong. The next second, the corner of his mouth twitched and he looked away.
There is no harm without comparison.
Zhao Jing looks good from a distance when she smiles, but compared with Yan Xiaoyu and Tongtong, she pales in comparison.
Tongtong and Yan Xiaoyu are so white, one whiteness covers three ugliness.
Forget it, this scenery is really good. If I don’t want to see it, I’d better pick up books for Liu Feifei.
Look at Liu Feifei's gloomy expression, what a big deal it is.
Li Wenwen smiled at Liu Feifei and was about to lower his head to pick up the book, but saw that Fang Xiaoxiao had already picked up the book: "Thank you Xiaoxiao."
Fang Xiaoxiao chuckled lightly, put the book in front of Liu Feifei, and looked at Li Wenwen: "You're welcome, why are you so polite? It's just a little effort."
"Huh!" Liu Feifei snorted, took the book he had just picked up, flicked it twice, rolled his eyes at Li Wenwen, glanced at Fang Xiaoxiao, and whispered, "Thank you Xiaoxiao."
"You're welcome." Fang Xiaoxiao chuckled lightly, glanced over Liu Feifei's head towards where Zhao Jing was, then looked at the window of the classroom, opened her mouth, and before she could speak, the head teacher heard
The voice came over and he turned around quickly.
"Momo Qinghan goes up to the small building, the dawn is like a poor autumn. The light smoke and flowing water paint the screen.
The flying flowers are as light as dreams, the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. The precious curtains are hung with small silver hooks."
Huh? Fang Xiaoxiao raised his eyes and looked at the class teacher on the podium. What does this mean?
She didn't understand!
Li Wenwen should understand, right? Fang Xiaoxiao turned his head slightly and looked at his deskmate Li Wenwen, only to find that Li Wenwen had a blank look on his face.
"The small courtyard is old in spring. The green is built with red day lilies. I have long memories of walking around the small courtyard. Hand in hand with the green bushes and smiles.
The news from you is all good. It’s easy to guess what happened in the past. The door is hidden, the sun is setting and people are quiet, and the fallen flowers are worried about the moss."
The young head teacher sighed softly and turned his head faintly, Ouyang Xiu hurts spring, he hurts autumn, oh no, sad!
Forget it, these two poems were a pain that he couldn't touch in his heart! That year, when he saw Teacher Wang...
Before he could glance out the window again and wander for a moment, he inadvertently saw Fang Xiaoxiao and Li Wenwen sitting in the first row staring at him with confused expressions.
Huh? Was his voice loud just now? He was obviously just thinking of the song "Qing Ping Le" silently in his heart.
In fact, what he likes more is Xin Qiji's "Qing Ping Le":
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. When I'm drunk, Wu's voice is so charming. Who is the old lady with gray hair?
The eldest child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle child is weaving a chicken coop. The most beloved child is lying down at the head of the stream peeling off lotus pods.
Principal Li said he also liked this poem.
A small thatched house, with a flowing, clear stream next to the house. The stream is covered with green grass. With two faint strokes, the freshness composed of thatched house, stream and grass is
The beautiful environment is outlined.
The young head teacher couldn't help but look outside the classroom door and glanced again.
Outside the door, Principal Li was no longer around.
Ahem, Principal Li, a math teacher, has actually become arty.
He still remembered what Principal Li said at the time, saying that thatched eaves, creeks, and green grass were commonplace things. However, the author combined them into one picture, making them look particularly fresh and beautiful.
Principal Li also said that in the poem, the old man was drinking and chatting, the older child was weeding, the middle child was weaving chicken coops, and the younger child was lying down peeling lotus pods. The vibrant, peaceful, quiet, simple and comfortable rural life outlined was what he yearned for.
Yearning? That’s right.
The young head teacher couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Principal Li and Teacher Zhao seem to be the real Qing Ping Le.
There is only each other, no older children are tired, no middle children are working, and no children are naughty or naughty.
In all these years, he has not seen a third person.
Ahem, I didn’t see Principal Li’s children.
Well, today is the ninth day of September, and the young head teacher made a serious decision in his heart. It would be better to go to Principal Li's house for lunch at noon. It is such a peaceful time, but it also lacks some fun...