Private school two or three things

The village where the Songyang Private School is located is very small, so small that as long as you look out of your mind while walking, you will have walked from the west of the village to the east of the village when you regain your senses.

So the secret or something is like the nose [beep——] on the curly little finger, once you blow it, it doesn't exist.

Curly has always thought that he is quite smart, especially when compared with wigs, he always has the feeling that his IQ is over [-].But even if such a poor IQ is placed in front of Qi Qi, the bastard with the wig will still say to him with a serious face [Yin Shi, it’s okay to be stupid, the key is the hard work the day after tomorrow], and then look at himself with sympathy .

The gentleman with a sense of superiority suddenly died without a place to bury him.

The curly hair is very aggrieved.

I thought to myself that you are so stupid that the mountains have no edges, the sky and the earth are combined, the monkeys go down to the sea and the chickens climb up the trees, and you are so stupid that the earth will be destroyed for thousands of years, and the universe will explode!

Uncle, I am such a smart, clever, cute (...) gifted child, how can I find out your braids and grab your handle, and let you know why cotton candy is so sweet!

Curly hair is not aimless.Recently, the number of fakes going out has become more and more frequent. Maybe they are really doing something shady...

So Curly rolled up his sleeves and followed.

I saw the wig taking advantage of a certain break to look left and right, and found that no one was paying attention, so he quietly opened the paper door and walked to the toilet.

When he walked to the door of the toilet, he probed his head for a while to make sure that there was no one there, so he turned around and walked towards the courtyard door.

Curly poked its head out from the toilet door and followed quietly.He hid left and right, but was not found.

Looking at the figure with the wig, the curly hair slowly smiled sinisterly, you really have something to hide from everyone with the wig, card card card card...

The curly hair on that side laughed in all kinds of twists, but the wig on this side walked into a family's house lightly.

Huh?

Curly was a little confused hiding outside the courtyard door.

Isn't this the Pingyuan family who gave fruit to the private school last month?Is the wig here to steal the fruit?Thinking of this, curly hair can't help being a little annoyed.

Count me in if you steal strawberries, bastard! (Are you entangled here? Hey!)

"Thank you, Kotaro-kun, sorry to trouble you again."

A woman's voice came from the yard, Curly was stunned for a second, then poked out half of his head furtively.

In the yard, Xiaotaro took out the full pots and wooden basins with some difficulty, turned around and smiled with a wheezing voice: "Please go back and have a meeting, I'll be right back."

The women in the yard smiled gratefully: "Okay."

So this afternoon, curly hair is a long experience.

Because he'd never seen such a hardworking, mature,... normal wig.

For the wig, he washed the pots and pans, dried the quilt, chopped firewood, and pulled the weeds. He didn't sweat profusely until the sun went down and waved goodbye. The woman went to the private school.

Curly reached out to pick his nose, and looked at the back of the wig getting further and further away, not knowing what to say.

handle……?Is this a handle?

"You are a child of Songyang Private School."

A woman's voice came from behind.

Curly turned his head and took two steps back to keep his distance.He nodded and wanted to go.

Madam stared at the curly hair for a while, laughed, and said with a smile: "Ah, I remembered, the child who hid strawberries in his clothes last time was you, right?"

That's not hiding, curly hair rolled his eyes, I wanted to make strawberries into jam before putting them in my clothes.

Hey, you completely forgot about taking Takasugi and even the teacher's share of the small middle part wig!

"It just so happens that there are some strawberries at home that I wanted to bring back to Kotaro-kun, so I'm counting on you. Do you want to come in?"

The curly-haired eyes instantly became sparkling like a shoujo manga.

"Please sit down." The woman gently placed the bamboo basket with Princess Strawberry in front of Curly, and couldn't help laughing when she looked at Curly in front of her, looking like Huang Jiro saw the bone.

The curly hair struggled to take his eyes away from Strawberry Princess: "Thank you...thank you."

"You and Kotaro are classmates, right? He helped me a lot here, thank him for me."

"Uh...um..." Curly's mouth squirmed.

"I'm sorry to bother him every time. I heard that you have to go to class during the day, right? Will you be very busy? It's really troublesome for him. After calculating the time, my family Danna will be back soon, maybe I can tell Xiaotaro-kun in person Thank you."

"Huh... huh?" Curly finally came back to his senses.

The woman chuckled: "Didn't Xiaotaro say that? My family Dana is in the fruit business in the town and often doesn't go home. The last time I came back from the private school, I was in poor health—fortunately, there is Xiaotaro, who helped me every day. few things."

Curly listened quietly, feeling all kinds of magic.

Are you talking about a wig?

That crazy idiot, idiot, weird bastard?The brain has no shape, and the cerebellum has no good wig?Hey, this is clearly talking about someone else, okay?It has nothing to do with wigs at all, okay?Is it me who crossed?I must have crossed it, right?I have traveled to the opposite world!Otherwise, how could I have heard such an incredible secret!

Curly covered his face deeply.

Madam stretched out her hand and gently touched Curly's head: "Thank you, children of the private school. Especially Kotaro, he will definitely grow into a very good adult."

The hand on the head is different from the teacher's hand. It is soft and petite, with the bitterness of herbs and the delicate fragrance of powder, giving it a different kind of warmth.

Make people attached.

The curly hair avoided it without a trace.

At that moment, he was a little ashamed.

This warm hand should not touch his head, that hand should be gently stroked, it is the enviable straight long hair, the head with the ponytail, the head that does not know what is thinking, The head of the brat who had done so much for her.

"You...you'd better tell him yourself." Curly reached for the basket and stood up.

The woman lowered her eyes and her voice was a little low: "I don't know if Mr. Taro will be willing to listen to my nagging... Besides, my family looks like I will be back in the next few days. There are some things... I will be busy soon and say indefinite……"

Seeing the woman feeling a little bit reluctant and guilty, Curly scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

When Curly returned to the private school, the basket was already empty.He didn't dare to tell the wig, so he had to lie to the wig that he had sent a fruit basket.

Wigs...it's strange to believe it!

That's right!He often makes two mistakes!But he is shrewd when he doesn't make mistakes!

Song Yang looked at the curly hair wig with black and blue eye circles, and turned to get the medicine box in a funny way.

The secret of the wig cannot be hidden.

The next day, the little ghosts from the private school marched vigorously to Pingyuan's house, cleaning and mopping, doing everything.

The woman sat on the small table with tea, feeling embarrassed and grateful, watching the little ghosts busy up and down together with Songyang.

Grandpa Mao said: The power of the masses is infinite.

The little ghosts united and quickly finished the work for a few days. The woman poured a cup of hot tea for each kid.

The wig took the teacup, peeked at the woman, and saw a smile on her slightly pale face, his delicate face flushed, and the warm tea in his hand was ironed straight into his limbs.

He looked up and opened his mouth eager to say something.

But the woman has already turned to the next child, offering him the rewarding cup of tea.

The wig's brown eyes blinked, and then blinked again, exhaling slowly, pulling the ponytail down.

Gintoki took a big gulp from the teacup, glanced at the withered wig, then turned his gaze to look at the blue sky as usual through the water vapor.

— Can't understand?

Well, children are like that.It's easy to have a good impression of a person, but a little bit at a loss, either doing bad things or trying to please, anyway, there is no way to express it.

He just blushed and struggled silently.

Ah?What do you ask?

It's okay, it's okay, children's likes are very short.

It's so short that when you have a new game console, you will forget that you once watched a certain big brother and sister secretly promise, and it's so short that when you wake up after sleeping, you throw the thoughts in your heart the day before out of the universe.

——Before you know it, first love has already come and slipped away.

When the little ghosts from the private school came to Ping Yuan's house with a broom and hoe again, what awaited them was a closed door and a small note on the courtyard door.

【Everyone in the private school, thank you very much.Also, Xiaotaro-kun: Thank you for taking care of me for so many days, let’s grow up well. 】

The wig-haired Taro-kun silently looked in the direction of the distant town while holding the note, and didn't speak for a long time.

So the wig's first love ended without a problem. (Huh?!)