Xue Laosan is still thinking about it and plans to meet Ouyang Zhengkuan and talk about it before the beginning of hope primary school.
After all, he hasn't been out in the office before. I don't know what the process is like.
At this time, Chen Honglian came in with a large plate of dumplings: "here it is! The dumplings are out of the pot and fresh!"
"Oh, boss, don't be busy. Come in and eat quickly!" Old lady Xue gave way to Chen Honglian.
I'm so busy now. I haven't rested yet. I haven't eaten. I'm taking care of my family!
Took care of Mingming and came to take care of them.
Chen Honglian didn't complain, but smiled: "Mom, the water over there is still burning. You eat first. I'll wipe Mingming's back!"
Mrs. Xue can't say much. She knows that the child is delicate. Xue Mingming is a little older now. She looks around with big eyes open.
Of course not if you don't wipe your back.
The family ate dumplings.
The news that Xue Laosan should be the teaching director of hope primary school spread before evening.
The whole Donglin village already knows, and several villages next door also know. The teaching director is chosen in Donglin village. I can't envy him.
Even some parents have ideas, and even want to meet Xue Laosan and bring something along so that he can take care of his children.
But it's still the first day of the new year. Everyone dare not move if they want to. Moreover, gifts have to be sneaky, otherwise they will be caught. It's not good-looking.
Almost everyone has the same idea, tacit.
Ouyang Qing'an left after lunch, as if he really just came to bring the news.
Xue Xueer was a little puzzled. She sat at the threshold of her own house and painted on the ground with a small tree branch.
Go to brother Qing'an's house to pay a new year's call tomorrow. What little clothes should she wear
She doesn't want to wear this little red coat anymore. She has to wear three or four little red coats for the whole new year.
Festivity is festivity, but it's too boring.
"Hello! Xue Xueer!"
While Xue Xueer was still distracted, a familiar voice came from a distance.
Xue Xueer looked at it. The dress... The head
"Zhou Xiaofei, why are you wearing this?" Xue Xueer was speechless.
Zhou Xiaofei is wearing his brother's clothes, isn't it? It's a big circle, but it's still a black leather coat, with a big back, hair oil and black sunglasses. It's really... Strange.
This may be the trend product of the current era, but it is not suitable for Zhou Xiaofei. What a big fart is he?
His father dressed like that at his age.
Zhou Xiaofei proudly lifted up his sunglasses and stuck them on his head: "xiaoxueer, you don't understand! Now many stars dress up like this. What's the difference between me?"
Bad
Xue Xueer's forehead may be a brain loss.
"I, I think, Zhou Xiaofei, you look as good as you did last time." Xue Xueer said something from her heart.
The last time she saw him in the snow, he was wearing a down jacket, light colored, with sneakers. It seemed that the brand was foreign, lovely and trendy.
He's really a handsome boy.
Why is it like this now?
Zhou Xiaofei thought about Xue Xueer's words and sighed: "I understand Xiao Xueer. This is probably what the book says... The taste of first love that year!"
Xue Xueer:?
"Zhou Xiaofei, what books do you read?"
Zhou Xiaofei thought: "it was a script bought in the city before, and it was confiscated by my mother."
Well, no wonder.
If she were Zhou Xiaofei's mother, she would not only confiscate it, but also beat his head.
Guess what it is is not a Book of truth.
Zhou Xiaofei looked at Xue Xueer as if he didn't like it so much. He obediently took off his sunglasses and leaned over.
"Xiaoxueer, are you unhappy?"