little love

Another day, during the big class break, Song Yi was called to the principal's office.

Song Yi knocked on the door and went in. The old principal Zhang Wencai was on the phone, so he went to the reception chair and sat waiting.

"I heard that you had a conflict with your math teacher recently."

After the phone call, Principal Zhang stood up and poured water for Song Yi.

"Tea, or boiling water?" the principal turned around and asked.

"Longjing tea is better." Song Yi didn't understand modesty at all.

The principal was surprised, then smiled, this kid is interesting.He turned to the cabinet next to him, took out the Longjing tea leaves that were usually only used to entertain the superiors, pinched a pinch of them, put them in a cup, poured boiling water on them, and placed them in front of Song Yi.

"Tell me what's going on."

"It's not me making a fuss, it's he who wants to make a fuss. I'm just trying to see what I'm doing. There's nothing he can do if he doesn't like me." Song Yi didn't think there was anything wrong with him.Well, this tea is not bad. It is emerald green in color, rich in aroma, sweet and refreshing, and shaped like a sparrow tongue. It is not inferior to the Longjing tea I drank in Meijiawu, Hangzhou.

"I know that Teacher He is also wrong, but he is a teacher after all, and students should always respect him."

Song Yi raised his eyebrows, whether this counts as mutual protection by officials.

"It is said that the teacher is the engineer of the human soul. If the engineer has a flaw in his heart, how can he educate these young souls?" Song Yi was noncommittal, sipping tea to himself.

"Who taught you these things." Principal Zhang found it surprising that the words came from a 10-year-old child, although he was already surprised by the last argumentative essay.

"No one taught me, I read it in my own book." Song Yi was a little wary.

"Do you often read? What do you read?" Principal Zhang was curious.

"Three Kingdoms, Journey to the West, comic books, comics, history, etc., what to read, basically Teacher Sun lent me, but she doesn't have so many books." Song Yizheng was worried about not having any books to read, but this is His only entertainment now.

"What books do you want to read in the future, come to me, my family's books are definitely enough for you to read." Principal Zhang was thinking.

Song Yi agreed without thinking too much. He didn't want to let go of such a good library.

"Then Mr. He, I will talk to him again. Don't have any burden on your heart. Class is coming soon. You can go back first."

It seems necessary to talk to He Yong, he thinks Song Yi is not the kind of student who doesn't know right from wrong.

Just as he was about to leave the door, Principal Zhang asked again: "Song Yi, when did you drink Longjing tea? Judging by your appearance, you seem to be very familiar with the taste of Longjing tea."

Song Yi's heart skipped a beat, but he still replied indifferently, "I went to a relative's house for a drink once during the Chinese New Year." When passing by the bookcase, he saw Shen Congwen's "Border Town", took it out, turned around and raised it to Principal Zhang, and closed the door gone.

Principal Zhang smiled and narrowed his eyes, "He's not polite at all, but it seems that there are not many relatives who can drink Longjing now."

Principal Zhang became more and more interested in Song Yi.

As soon as he joined the teacher, he was surrounded by Zhu Xiaowei and other boys, who asked the principal what he was looking for, and Zhu Xiaowei even lay on Song Yi like an octopus and asked, "Is that old man going?" The principal has filed a complaint against you, and the principal has come to talk to you." In a word, the surroundings exploded.

"Will Song Yi be called a parent?" "Will Song Yi be fired? It was the math teacher who caused trouble, and Song Yi didn't do anything."

Listening to the increasingly unreasonable words, Song Yi felt very heartwarming. It felt good that someone cared about him.Squinting his eyes, he said calmly: "It's nothing, the principal just invited me to have a chat, drink tea, you see, this is the book that the principal borrowed from me, the principal is very nice, don't make random guesses." He didn't want his friends around to worry about the books that came along there.

"It's not bad, it's a lot of fun, and I've become friends with the principal, remember to cover us in the future." A group of people around were envious.

"That's right, I might as well let the teacher choose you as the squad leader, and we will see who dares to bully our class." Last time, because of the problem of the sanitation package area in the playground, I had a quarrel with the second class of the third year, and the petite female squad leader didn't even say a word. Not daring to say a word, the students in my class were bullied in vain.

"That's right, anyway, I will recognize Song Yi as our squad leader from now on. If anyone refuses to accept it, I will be the first to beat him up." Zhu Xiaowei is sure to be the first to support him. Song Yi has become the squad leader, and being at the same table will definitely benefit a lot.

Not long after, Song Yi was indeed elected as the class monitor by the class teacher, and it was unanimously approved.It's not really because I had a cup of tea with the principal. Mr. Sun has noticed Song Yi's changes. Needless to say, his grades, there is also his calmness, neither arrogance nor impetuosity, convincing the people around him for no reason. I believe that as the class monitor, he will help me to lead the class of three years better.It's just that the petite female squad leader cried aggrievedly for a long time.

In the evening, the family was having dinner, still drinking the porridge. The carp sent by the second uncle's family was cut into pieces and stewed with pickles. Song Yi had a good time eating. The fish pond of the second uncle's family was cleared for the last time this year. Both Gao Xiumei and Song Changjiang I went to help, and when I came back at night, each helper was given ten catties of fish, and the rest was marinated and could be eaten until the New Year.

"Xiaoyi, it's almost Chinese New Year. Did your school say when the final exam will be?" After the final exam, it means that the winter vacation is coming.Song Ma asked Song Yi for a piece of fish.

"The teacher said that the exam will be in one week." The third grade only takes Chinese and mathematics exams, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. After the exam, there will be three days off. The class has been filled with tension and excitement at the same time lately.

"Review well, you are the class monitor now, and you have to be a good example." The son has good grades, and the mother's waist is straight when she goes out to chat.

"Xiaoyi's grades are good now, don't put too much pressure on the child." Father Song didn't want his son to be too tired.

"I'm not putting pressure on him, it's encouragement, encourage you to understand, you old illiterate." Of course, Song's mother was not to be outdone.

Seeing his parents bickering again, Song Yi decided to protect himself wisely and stay away from the flames of war.

After arguing for a while, Mama Song suddenly remembered,

"By the way, your sister will be back in a few days. I didn't tell her about your memory loss last time. I was afraid of delaying work. The relationship between you two has always been very good. When she comes back, I will tell you more about the past. Maybe you can think of something!"

Song Yi was looking forward to this sister who fell from the sky.