Private school two or three things

During the day, Mr. Yoshida Matsuyo will teach his students in the classroom.But in order to increase the fun, sometimes he will mix various interesting small activities between classes.

For example, go hiking.

With a classroom of students, Songyang led the little ghosts out on a sunny day.

In fact, for curly hair, he would rather sleep with his head crooked in a private school, no matter in a room or on a cherry blossom tree.But after Songyang patted his head and said: "Yinshi, do you want to go out with the teacher?" After that, he obediently went out with the team.

Climbing across the hill in the east of the village, picnicking by the stream, running and playing on the gentle slope, a group of little ghosts played from daytime to evening and still had fun.

Songyang smiled and hugged the boys who didn't want to go back down the tree, straightened their skirts, and rubbed their little heads.

"Go back. There is still a chance." He smiled warmly, his tone soft.

So the children surrounded him and walked towards the village.

Many years later, the old people in that village will still talk about the Songyang private school where the cherry blossoms were blooming in those days after dinner.It will talk about that immortal-like figure, about him and the stinky boys in the private school, and about that quiet and long time that was unbelievably long.

No one cared that he was once considered anti-Party, and no one forgot who he was.

They were powerless to prevent the tragedy from happening, and they were unable to lend a helping hand on that fire-lit night... But many years later, in front of the ruins, there would often be one or two bouquets of wild flowers lying quietly, looking up at the sky gently.

This is Yoshida Shoyo.

A temperament that convinces people from the heart.

The setting sun shrouded the little ghosts returning home, almost melting their flushed faces into it, and the shadows under their feet stretched out to the elders, and they didn't know where they would end up.

The little devils are still making trouble, and the little devils are still laughing.

At this age, you don't take homework seriously, and you don't have to worry about family, career and love. What are money and power?I just want to run to the other side of the ground, have fun wherever I want, and play as much as I want.

This is childhood.

Fortunately, there is still such a sweet childhood, fortunately, there is still such a short period of childhood.

Later, the owner of Wanshiwu and the good-for-nothing dessert controller sat behind his special desk that he never used for serious business, squinting through the gaps in the window to see the sunset light leaking in, always saying this silently in his heart.

Fortunately fortunately.

Curly picked his nostrils with his little finger and wobbled last, not realizing that the sunlight had turned his silver into gold.

He was a little distracted looking at Teacher Songyang's back.

I remember the first time I saw the teacher, he also gave him such a back view in the sunset.At this time, the scenes overlapped, which actually made his nose sore.

Want to sneeze?Curly rubbed his nose, a little puzzled.

In the next second, he ran into someone head-on.

Taking two steps back, Curly looked up.

The man in front of him was tall and thin, with messy sorrel curly hair.Seeing Curly looking at him expressionlessly, he stroked the back of his head and laughed: "Hahaha... I'm sorry I bumped into you. Are you all right, little brother?"

The curly-haired dead fish eyes twitched hard, and the bright sadness that had just saddened the spring immediately fed the dog.

Walking sideways, he bumped the sorrel curly-haired shoulder heavily, and when he turned around and saw that man was still scratching his head and giggling, he couldn't help throwing a [You are an idiot] look, and muttering: "You are the little brother of your family. Brother." He walked away quickly.

Look back to the front.

Just in time, I saw the wig running in the front turn back and shoot a provocative little look at Zimao, saw a cross on Zimao's forehead, accelerated to catch up and grabbed Erhuo's neckline, and saw Xiao Zhongfen pulling others to talk about his fantasy After a near-death experience, I saw a girl holding Teacher Songyang's hand and jumping up and down, and a fellow student wearing glasses showing off to the people nearby that he made a frog out of leaves.

The same sunset, the difference is the state of mind.

Curly was trotting to catch up with the large army, but when Songyang turned around, he stopped suddenly.

Curly looked at his mentor, his crimson dead fish eyes trembled slightly.

Song Yang smiled.Reach out to him.

"What's the matter, Yinshi? Come here quickly."

Curly pursed his lips and ran forward quickly.

Melt into the warm sunset with the teacher and his companions.

"What are you looking at, son?"

The sorrel curly hair turned back, and smiled stupidly: "I feel like I was hated just now. Hahaha..."

A big drop of sweat slid down the old man's head: "Then why are you so happy?"

"Haha... I always feel that we will meet again, that white curly hair... Could it be because of poor sleep? Haha..."

...Chenma, you really are the same thing as a wig!