Why not hang yourself on the southeast tree

Coincidentally, both father and daughter hold the spatula in their left hands.

Despite her excitement, Fang Fang still rang the signal for dinner on time.

The classroom door suddenly opened, and a series of screaming little kids rushed out. The two who were punished by standing with books on their heads ran the fastest. They tucked the books under their arms to avoid wasting time going back and forth.

[Wow, here comes a big dog, so cute, teacher, can I touch it? ! ]

The children were going to line up in front of the stove to get their meals as soon as they entered the kitchen, but their eyesight was so sharp that they spotted a big dog at the door. They were so excited that they all rushed in to cuddle with the dog.

【Wang——】

I do not want!

Don't touch me! Don't touch me!

Hey!

Who pulled my tail!!!

I’m going bald ahh ...

【Wangwangwangwangwang! 】

Oh, old man, save me!

The louder the dogs barked, the merrier the children laughed.

The old man had been pushed to the outermost circle by the children who surrounded him in circles. He spread his hands, unable to do anything to help.

He couldn't just throw these little radish heads, which were only as tall as his thighs, left and right.

He threw a look at me and said, "Carrot is not aggressive. Good luck to you!"

Fang Fang and Fang Guoqing looked at each other, and not surprisingly saw the memories of Da Huang in each other's eyes.

Back then, Dahuang followed them to three mountain village schools, and was always teased by the children until he lost all his temper and asked for help from his owner with an innocent look on his face.

[Okay, okay, remember to wash your hands after touching the dog. Come on, there is meat today. The slowest student will only have sauerkraut soup.]

[Wow, there is meat! I want to eat meat! ]

【I want it too, I want it too! 】

【handwashing!】

The feeling of hunger overcame the overflowing love, and the little carrot head lined up, holding the hem of the clothes of the person in front of him and followed Fang Guoqing to wash his hands.

The water in the jar was warm water that Fang Fang had heated and dried. Many children had chilblains on their hands. They didn’t want to wash their hands with cold water anymore?!

Fang Fang tried hard to ignore the warm gaze that was always glued to her, and scooped the dishes steadily and put them into the enamel bowls that were already lined up in a row.

Each person had a bowl of corn grits porridge and a large spoonful of sauerkraut mixed with diced bacon.

Everyone held the bowl, squatted on the spot and poured the food into their mouths. It was fragrant and hot, and sighs of satisfaction were heard one after another.

The old man took the corn grits porridge that Fang Fang handed over and sipped it.

Hmm, it's sticky and sticky. Fang Guoqing wasn't exaggerating. It really tastes good.

【Prosperous! 】

I didn't have time to feel sad, so I put my head in the basin and my face was covered with corn paste.

Aw, it tastes good even without sugar. The dog wants more. The dog is not full!

Fang Guoqing remembered something, jumped up suddenly, took out his cell phone in a hurry, and ran out the door.

Fang Fang and the children were confused (′⊙w⊙`)

[Where is Teacher Fang?! Can you still ask people to eat properly when you are so shocked?! ]

This is the nine-year-old squad leader. She is very talkative and has inherited her grandmother's skills.

What is Fang Guoqing doing? !

He suddenly remembered to take a video and he had already run to the school gate and took a close-up of the small and inconspicuous sign of Luer Village Primary School.

Then he ran along with his cell phone in hand, taking pictures of the empty classroom, the multiplication table neatly written on the blackboard, and the old textbooks scattered on the desks and chairs that were patched together with broken pieces.

The scene switched again, and he was standing at the kitchen door. Mist gathered in the air, and the thirty or so radish-heads squatting on the ground eating their meals looked over at him in unison.

Clean and bright, a look of innocence, trust, joy and satisfaction.

The impact was so powerful that it was awe-inspiring.

He could barely hold the phone.

[Teacher Fang, if you don't hurry up, your porridge will get cold! ]

【Prosperous! 】

Eat hot food to keep warm!

In Fang Fang's bowl was the last bit of rice crust scraped from the bottom of the pot, which was very crispy when bitten.

Fang Guoqing placed the last shot at the bottom of the pot before quitting filming.

Fang Fang bumped his shoulder and asked, "What are you doing?"

[You will know later, just eat your fill first. ]

Fang Guoqing picked up the protruding bowl and quickly scooped up half of it and put it into his wife's bowl.

[Don't keep thinking about me. I know how much you eat! ]

Fang Fang muttered, "I'm losing weight!" but still smiled as she shoveled the dry porridge from the bowl into her mouth.

After dinner, Fang Guoqing took the initiative to take over the job of washing pots and dishes, and the old man nodded with satisfaction.

The first house rule he and his wife had was to cook but not wash the dishes, and wash the dishes but not cook.

Although he is also a male chauvinist outside, the house rules are still enforced strictly as required.

After lunch, there was a half-hour nap, and Fang Fang took the children to sleep.

The old man charged his mobile phone and announced the good news in the group immediately. While typing, tears fell on the screen. Since his daughter was not around, he could cry freely for a while.

【Prosperous! 】

I lay at his feet and used my claws to pick at his worn-out cotton shoes. Ugh! They stink! They need to be roasted!

Fang Guoqing quickly finished cleaning up, sat down and started editing the video and the narration. He selected the moment when the children looked at him with their bowls in hand as the video cover, confirmed it, and sent it out.

Two more days passed peacefully, and Fang Fang still didn't call him dad.

The video is also not very popular, with only a dozen likes and zero comments.

Fang Guoqing is a little confused. He usually focuses on teaching and life and is not active on the Internet at all. He is like a transparent person.

Fang Fang also watched the video he shot. There was no soft background music, and if it was amplified, one could hear the stomping sounds of his walking.

【How about I try again? 】

Fang Fang’s video account occasionally posts some casual shots of daily life or hiking, and has accumulated dozens of fans, which is slightly better than Fang Guoqing.

[OK, I'll send you the original video. ]

【Send one to me too. One more person will get more attention. 】

The three of them re-edited the video according to their own preferences and clicked send at the same time.

The old man also @ed several family search organizations among his friends.

Perhaps there is God's will in all things.

The video went viral.

The old man's one.

[The rural female teacher who taught for fifteen years turned out to be my daughter who had been missing for thirty years!!!]

Who wouldn’t be surprised after reading this title? Who wouldn’t want to know the truth?!

The number of clicks is increasing rapidly.

At first, netizens were just curious about this difficult father-daughter relationship, but as they watched, they discovered that the two volunteer teachers were raising the children in the village out of their own pockets without any salary. Some netizens remained silent, some angrily scolded the parents for being immoral, some reprimanded Teacher Fang for being a saintly person, and some asked if it was a script?

You can say anything.

Some people even said that this was a fabricated story of finding relatives. Fang Fang was the first to see it. She immediately pulled the old man over, took a photo with him and replied to the comment section.

Received a long and neat string of exclamation marks.

An eccentric netizen replied: If these two are not father and daughter, I will chop off their heads and let you kick them around.