Private school two or three things

Teacher Songyang is sick.The private school was in chaos.

Bear the brunt of the purple hair.Jia was ventilated to buy medicine and cook porridge, wishing to become Nezha and protect his teacher well.

Next is the wig.Taking advantage of Zimao's lack of time to deal with him, this guy swung his hoof and assigned the whole class to fetch water, cook, wipe and disinfect the floor.Vigorously over a leadership addiction.

Curly leaned against the door of the teacher's bedroom, watched the roommates come in and out, picked out his nose, opened his mouth wide and yawned.

As soon as he finished beating, Zimao slapped him into the floor outside the door.

Turning his back and gently closing the door, his green eyes were heavily suppressed: "Go get the medicine."

Curly got up and hugged the crooked sword, Siyu's eyes were crooked: "I'm here to take care of the teacher."

"I'm here to watch, go get the medicine."

"I woke up this morning with a sprained ankle and couldn't walk." After picking his nose, the little finger went into his ear and turned twice, then put it near his mouth and blew——

【Crack】

The purple hair all over the face at the crossroads suddenly caught Curly's lower jaw, and the whole face was forced up.

"No, want, in, old, teacher, room, room, door, mouth, do, this, kind, thing!" Zimao squeezed out words from between his teeth with a sullen face.

"It hurts, it hurts... It's going to break my face, it's going to break my face ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Curly barked his teeth and claws.

The wig came running from the other end of the corridor and whispered as he ran, "You two! The teacher is still in the room!"

Only then did Zimao let him go.

At this time, a figure of Xiao Zhongfen appeared at the other end of the corridor, with a face flushed from running, and out of breath, he rushed in front of the three of them, stretched out his hand to wipe off his sweat, and said intermittently: "Xiao Taro... ...Buy, bought..."

"Oh oh oh! Very good! Xiaozhong Fenjun give it to me! I'll stick it on for the teacher!" The wig was excited.

"Put it on?" Curly and Purple looked suspiciously at the wig.Swallow Xiao Zhongfen's weak rebuttal of "I'm not called Xiao Zhongfen...".

"Dog skin plaster." The wig had an upright and innocent face, "Did the teacher sprain his waist?"

Curly and Purple didn't hesitate to smash their wigs into the floor.

It's a fever! It's a fever!Distracted, Xiaozhong sweated a lot, and waved his hands to the two in front of him: "I didn't buy plaster."

"Huh? You didn't listen to the wig, Xiao Zhongfen? The brain grew out? Can you think for yourself?" The curly hair picked at the other ear, and rubbed it on his body while the purple hair was not paying attention.

"I'm not called Xiaozhongfen..." Xiaozhongfen was weak.

"What did you buy, Mr. Zhongfen?" Zimao asked Xiao Zhongfen, ignoring Curly's words.

"Jin Zhujun why even you..." Xiaozhong burst into tears.

"Jin Zhu-kun—" A little girl with her kimono sleeves tied up trotted over with a bowl in her hand, "The medicine is ready."

Zimao nodded and took the bowl: "Thank you."

The girl's face turned red immediately, she clasped her hands together, lowered her head and shook her head slightly: "No... I... went to see the porridge..." She ran away in a hurry.

Curly glanced at the medicine in Zimao's hand, wrinkled his nose and tried to get out of the way.

Zimao glared at him, then turned to open the door.

Xiao Zhongfen hurriedly tugged on Zimao's sleeve: "Wait for Jinzhu."

Zimao turned around, and the dead fish eyes on one side also looked over.

"This..." Xiaozhong felt a little squeamish, took out a small package wrapped tightly in paper in his arms, and spread it out, "This is the wooden statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva that I finally asked for, although it is a bit small... "

There was only a bang, and there was a small middle part beside the wig.

Opening the door, Curly continued to sit against the door, Zimao handed the medicine to the person on the bed.

Song Yang was looking at the sky outside the porch, and suddenly smelled the smell of traditional Chinese medicine. He turned his head and saw Zi Mao holding the medicine bowl in both hands, looking at him without blinking.

Songyang smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry Jin Zhu, I made everyone worry."

Zimao shook his head, and said softly: "Teacher, drink up the medicine."

Songyang smiled and patted his head.

The paper door was suddenly pulled open gently, and the wig that had recovered its health stood at the door with Xiao Zhongfen and other fellow doormen.

"The clear porridge is ready, would the teacher want some?" Wig asked.

"Okay." Songyang nodded with a smile, "It's hard work for everyone today, Xiaotaro will distribute the daily work, how about taking everyone to the back mountain when the teacher is ready?"

The terrain of the back mountain is relatively remote, and the road is far away. Usually, few people go up the mountain.But there are sweet fruits and mushrooms that can be picked and eaten in the mountains, and a few squirrels will flash across the trees from time to time. The key is that there is a pond at the bottom of the mountain that is not deep, where fish and shrimp swim in groups. If you are lucky, you can even catch them. A little turtle.

Then everyone cheered.

Song Yang narrowed his eyes with a smile.

Kotaro had the [imperial decree], and went to inspect the kitchen yard with his eyes shining, his hooves swishing.

Zimao is still looking after the teacher, tucking in a quilt from time to time, looking so curly that he can't wait to take a camera to photograph it and sell it for money.

Xiao Zhongfen stuffed the wooden statue into the teacher's cabinet, and ran away without a trace like a thief.

From time to time, some students came in and out of Songyang's bedroom to change the water and ice pillows to check their illnesses.

Songyang was both amused and worried.In order to prevent infection, he had to lie down and pretend to sleep.Seeing that he was breathing peacefully, the students finally backed out quietly.

When Song Yang, who accidentally fell asleep, woke up, the sky outside the courtyard was already completely dark, and there were a few lone stars shining on the other side of the sky, few hanging on the other side.

He lowered his head, Zimao was lying beside him, his upper body was pressed against his quilt, his lower body was lying on the tatami mat, and a half-dry towel was nestled in his hand.

Songyang gently rubbed Zimao's head, got up and wanted to go to the cupboard to get the quilt.

When he turned his head, he saw a shadow sitting in the darkness. His silver curly hair was a little dim, and the sword he was holding was a little crooked. Only those dead fish eyes were shining brightly, covering up the dark circles under his eyes.

"Teacher." He called softly.

Songyang walked over and put his big hands on the curly hair's head, and said in a distressed voice, "Go to sleep, Yinshi."

Curly nodded, put the sword on his waist, walked over to pick up Zimao who had fallen asleep, and turned around and said, "Good night, teacher."

Only Songyang was left in the room, and he walked out of the porch with his coat on.

The night is deep, but the dark night will eventually pass, and light will rise from the other end of the sky.

No matter how lonely and hopeless thick ink is, it cannot be covered or erased—the hope of the new generation.

A few days later, Songyang led the kids from the private school to the back mountain to have a fun day.

———Except for the small middle score.

That unlucky child was the only one who was shot and infected. At this time, he could only hide in his bedroom at home and burst into tears.

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