Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

The mid-term exam is over, the summary is finished, and the parent meeting is coming as scheduled.

Cheng Xiaoxiao used her class fee to buy a lot of file bags last week. On Saturday, the school distributed a bunch of materials, and the old class also printed some materials for them to put in the file bags.

Finally, I specifically asked them to put in the newly issued report card. The newly issued report card is different from the one they have in hand, and it has no ranking.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and thanked the old class for leaving them a way to survive.

"In the final exam, I won the eighth place in the average grade. I'm too embarrassed to speak."

Since the classroom will be used for parent-teacher meetings, they need to go to the lecture theater in the administration building for self-study on Sunday morning.

Those who stay in school for the whole first year of high school have to go. If there are too many people, it will be easy to be noisy. If the environment is not good, the efficiency will be low. This week, the old class persuaded a group of people who wanted to stay in school.

The mathematics and physics teachers who lead the competition are also the head teachers, and they don't have time to teach them the competition class. Qiu Zhen is happy, the parent meeting is the parents' business, and he is going to the video game city.

It was rare for Bi Xia to stay at home for one night, and his uncle's cousin also came.

When she was a child, she was pampered by the whole family, but her mother gave birth to a younger brother, and everyone's attention was on the younger brother. She couldn't bear the gap, and made trouble every day, and went to grandparents' house on weekends to continue the trouble.

When Bi Xia came home, she was howling to the old lady Xia: "You want my brother to abandon me, and even say you want to send me to live in school? Let me tell you, if you dare, I will run away from home and never come back again." !"

Mr. Xia sat and read the newspaper, as if he didn't hear anything.

"You're persuading Sisi."

"I said earlier that we should communicate with the children first. If you don't listen, I can't control you."

The old lady Xia has one head and two children: "Xixi, you heard from grandma that Nannan is your own younger brother. You treat him well, and he will help you when he grows up. Don't let others bully you."

"Then I don't want a younger brother, I have an older brother."

When she opened her mouth, several people in the living room noticed that Bi Xia had returned.

Mr. Xia put down the newspaper and took off his reading glasses: "Are you back?"

"Ah."

Xia Tian's tears were closed as soon as she said, and she ran over and grabbed Bi Xia's arm and shook gently: "Brother, are you back? Grandma said that I will eat crabs today, can you peel the crabs for me?"

"it is good."

The granddaughter finally stopped howling, and the old lady Xia breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly turned and went into the kitchen.

Xia Tian went over to give Grandpa a high five, and Bi Xia smiled after trying to understand what was going on.

After dinner, Xia Tian took her homework and ran upstairs, knocked on the door of Bi Xia's bedroom: "Brother, can I come in?"

Bi Xia got up and opened the door for her.

Although Xia Tian was holding the homework book, she didn't come to ask about the homework. When she came in, she asked Bi Xia to borrow a book, and then sat obediently on the side until Bi Xia finished her homework before opening her mouth.

"elder brother--"

"Ah."

"Did my mother and grandma bully you?"

"No."

"Oh, then they bullied me. They are feudal dross, patriarchal, and they said they would send me to live in school, so I won't go."

"Where's uncle?"

"My dad? It's not like that, just make money. Brother, you and I—"

"Xixi, it's time to go to bed, don't disturb your brother's study."

"Oh, I haven't seen my brother for a long time, I want to talk to him, grandma, please don't disturb us."

While talking, Xia Tian stood up and closed the door.

"Brother, you have such a good temper. Grandma was not like this before. She was very good to us before. I analyzed it. She only became like this after she retired. It's all because of those old ladies who talk bad."

Xia Tian was muttering, but Bi Xia just listened, feeling nothing special in his heart, it seemed that he had cried once, and grandma was just a labeled relative to him.

He is much more indifferent than Xia Tian.

But he would not hit the little girl, and listened silently without refuting. He couldn't help laughing until she said that she would form an alliance with him to save the old lady who had lost her footsteps.

If Xia Tian's brother is Qiu Zhen, they should be able to have a good time.

Bi Xia smiled, and Xia Tian spoke more vigorously: "Anyway, you won't make trouble, so just ignore her, I'll make trouble with them, grandpa will support us."

"Ah."

"Xixi—it's almost ten o'clock, and you're still not asleep."

This time Mrs. Xia didn't open the door and come in.

"Here we come. Brother, I'm going to sleep first. Are you home tomorrow? Shall we take the cat for an injection?"

"it is good."

"Good night brother."

"Good night."

Qiu's mother found her son's seat according to the seating chart posted at the door of the classroom.She came early, and there were not many parents in the classroom, but an old gentleman was already sitting in the next seat.

This is the parent whose son is at the same table. She was about to say hello, but after seeing who the person next to her was, she was speechless. She hesitated for a long time before tentatively calling out: "Teacher Xia?"

"Hey—you are?"

"I'm Xiuzhen. Back then, you bought us books and subsidized our education."

She was also a student in No. [-] Middle School back then. At that time, there were less than [-] students in No. [-] Middle School, and the headmaster could name each of them.

Mr. Xia recalled it for a while, and smiled: "It's you, I remember you, are you teaching now?"

"Ms. Xia has good eyesight."

The teachers and students hadn't seen each other for many years, and they stopped when the old class walked into the classroom.

On TV, Duan Chang first gave a speech, and then the student representative spoke. This student representative was second in the grade twice. One is an insurmountable myth.

After the speech on TV, the old class will give parents time to rest and chat freely. After 10 minutes, there will be a class meeting.

Mr. Xia went out for a while, and Qiu's mother immediately called her son to ask him to come to school.

Qiu Zhen finally didn't have to go out to play in class in the morning, but his mother was there, so he didn't dare to ride a bike, so he took the bus to the mall to play pitifully.

When he received the call, he still couldn't react. Isn't the parents' meeting the parents' business?What are you looking for?

"Come and meet the parents at your desk."

Bi Xia's parents?Qiu Zhen decided to pass, but he still had to be poor: "That's my deskmate and not my partner, what kind of parents are you seeing?"

"You can come if you are asked to be polite, you know?"

Qiu Zhen ordered it, and Bi Xia's seat sat a thin and thin old gentleman, who should be his grandfather or grandfather.

Qiu's mother waved to him: "Come here, this is my mother's principal back then, Teacher Xia."

Qiuzheng was a little surprised, his mother is a student of No. [-] Middle School. Is this the ex-principal of No. [-] Middle School?It can't be seen that Bi Xia is still a related household.

His surname is Xia, so he should be his grandfather.

Qiu Zhen didn't show his sharpness at all, he was docile and obedient and called out "Hello, Grandpa".

"This kid, I don't know who he followed with a single stroke of his hand. Both his father and I can speak it well, but we can't teach it... Teacher Xia, you taught us our calligraphy back then. Can you give me some pointers. "

This kid looks pretty good, but Mr. Xia has seen many students in his life, so he can tell at a glance that this is an act. He thinks of Bi Xia's very enthusiastic classmate, it must be him.

"I'm retired and have a lot of time at home. Come back with Dongdong on weekends. I'll take him with me."

Without waiting for his mother to say Qiu Zhen, he thanked very consciously: "Thank you, Grandpa."

Stuff?Do you mean Bi Xia?

Thinking about his expressionless face, Qiu Zhen felt that the name was a bit unsuitable, and thinking about the way he ate noodles with a spoon, he felt that it fit perfectly.

Qiu Zhen didn't say that he was practicing calligraphy with Bi Xia, and if he had the opportunity to go to his deskmate's house, he was invited by his parents, so of course he would go.

"Let's go to the house today and make a name for yourself. Your parents are not here. If you need something, you can come to the house to find grandpa."

Just as Qiu's mother was about to decline, Qiu Zhen responded directly: "Hey, okay, that day Bi Xia brought me dumplings, did they bring them from home? I still remember the taste."

Mr. Xia knew that he had found the right person, and he had been chatting with Xiaoqiu all the way, about their life in school.

The school was not far from home, and Qiu's mother didn't drive when she came back, so they just walked all the way home.

In summer, I have to go to tutoring classes in the afternoon, and now I take a break in the morning upstairs. Mrs. Xia is knitting in the living room, and Bi Xia and the cat are basking in the sun in the yard.

When they got home, Bi Xia was lying on the rocking chair in the yard with the cat in his arms, and when he saw his grandfather coming back with guests, he got up to say hello and went upstairs.

Unexpectedly, the guest is a guest, but not grandpa's guest.

Old Mr. Xia quietly said to Bi Xia: "You are embarrassed to invite a classmate, I will bring it back for you."

Bi Xia: ...

Although he brought him back to find a friend for Bi Xia, after all, he also promised the students to give pointers to Qiu Zhen's words. After lunch, Mr. Xia took them into the study.

Bi Xia also followed in.

The most conspicuous thing in the study is the three-meter-long desk, which is covered with rice paper, and the ink in the inkstone pool is a bit thick, so Bi Xia went to add some water, and then picked up the ink ingot to grind for a while.

Mr. Xia took a pen from the pen holder, handed it to Qiu Zhen, and smiled very kindly: "Young man, let me see if you write two words."

Qiu Zhen even writes crookedly with a gel pen, let alone a soft brush. He always feels that his deskmate is so active, and it is a bit malicious to grind ink for him.

But who is Qiu Zhen, the word counseling does not exist in the dictionary.

He took the brush and asked, "What to write?"

"up to you."

Qiuzhen wrote Bi Xia's name.

Mr. Xia looked at the two big characters on the paper, and recalled that the first time Bi Xia wrote with a brush when he was three years old, it seemed to be better than this one.

"Well, the order of strokes is fine. Haven't you written brush characters before? You are very smart and have basic skills. You know that you need to use your wrists hard..."

Mr. Xia praised everything he could, and then said, "Let's practice hard pen first."

Qiu's mother ninja laughed and said that Qiu Zhen had actually learned calligraphy, otherwise he wouldn't even know how to hold a pen.

Although Qiuzheng's words are hard to describe, Bi Xia likes him very much. Every time the grandfather and grandson grind ink, they need rock-paper-scissors, but this time they took the initiative to grind it.

After drinking the apprenticeship tea, the closed disciple accepted it. Mr. Xia said that he would give Xiaoqiu a seal, engraved it for him, and left him to have dinner at home before letting him go to school with Bi Xia.

On the road

Qiu Zhen: "Didn't expect that? Call Master Uncle to listen?"

Bi Xia: "Call me Senior Brother."

"Uncle Master."

"Ah."

Qiu Zhen originally thought that he was saying that he should call him senior brother, corrected him and left him a sentence, but he didn't expect him to answer directly.

"...No, how do you calculate this?"

"Your mother is a student of grandpa, and so am I."

"Then so am I."

"Well, then senior brother."

"I am older than you!"

"I started early."

Qiu Zhen found that he seemed to be involved in it. The relationship was indeed a bit messy, and it made sense no matter what. Finally, he said, "Let's students stop doing that."

Bi Xia was noncommittal.