Chapter 1793

"Well, I mean Qiao Sangyu tried to keep calm and asked the whole sentence, "she has always been a white teacher?" In their village, there has always been a white teacher, just like Li Minzhi? Her heart sank a little at the thought of it

She turned her head and looked at Qi Mo, his God "color" a little confused, presumably her expression now is the same as him.

"Bai Qing, Miss Bai! I've been in that school all the time. What do you mean? "

"Oh, yes That's it! We When we heard that there were teachers, we just wanted to subsidize school running I can't help but make sure. " Her white face, stuttering to say a complete sentence, along the direction of aunt just pointed to the past, "where is the school?"

"Yes, yes, in the long row of tiled houses." When she heard Qiao Sangyu say this, her smile became more cheerful. "Are you going to help the baby go to school? Excellent! You have a rest. I'll go to the village head! Hey, the village is really a good man today

The aunt ran away in a hurry, leaving only a group of them, four, standing at the entrance of the village, looking at the direction of the red tile house.

Qiao Sangyu can't help but flinch. She looks at Qi Mo and asks his opinion: "Qi Mo?"

What if she really "always been" Miss Bai?

Qi Mo is to take the initiative to lift his feet, toward the direction of the school: "since come, have a look."

Rural primary schools, with poor conditions, are very clean.

That row of tile roofed houses is very long. There are several classrooms separated in it. There are students in each teacher, and the space in each classroom is also very large. They searched from room to room. After taking two steps, Qi Mo stopped. He heard the news on the other side and turned involuntarily towards the back of the tile roofed house

There is a huge reed "Dang", far away, you can see the sea.

He saw five or six children standing next to the reeds, surrounded by a painting man. She is wearing the same white skirt as in the photo, with long hair and a simple ponytail. She is concentrating on drawing on a drawing board, and a picture of reeds "dangling" has been basically completed

"Miss Bai, you are so good!"

"Miss Bai, when I grow up, can I paint as well as you?"

"Of course! You can draw better than the teacher She put down her brush with satisfaction and got up to check the children's achievements. "The teacher just talked about composition. Now let's have a look at you..."

Half way through, she saw Qi Mo in the corner of her eyes, and her voice stopped. She stood up straight and looked at him with a gentle smile: "looking for someone?"

She had a smile on her face, a gentle look, but complete I don't know him.

Qi Mo stood in shock, but he was shocked. When she looked at him, he even clenched his fists, but She spoke to him so strangely and alienated. Qi Mo can't help but be stunned, between the nose wings some inexplicable sour, mouth opened, but did not say a word.

"Are they parents?" She asked again, but still did not get any response from Qimo.

Looking back at the circle of students, it seems that no one knows the young man.

She smiles awkwardly. Seeing Qi Mo's clothes, she thinks she should not be the parents of the children here. She kindly pointed to the village in a certain direction, and kindly pointed the way: "are you from the city? The way back to the city is over there. If you want to buy fish, it's over there. It's not easy to walk here, and the "lost" road is normal. "

She regarded Qi Mo as a businessman who lost his way here.

"Miss Bai, look at my painting!" When some students were shouting, she ignored Qi Mo and bent over to check the students' paintings

Qi Mo didn't go. He was like a man who lost his way and had no way back. He just looked at him in a daze.

"Qimo, I don't have Find... " Qiao Sangyu just came around in a circle. He just wanted to say nothing, but he saw Li Minzhi raise his head from the students. She was stunned for a moment, and the last two words turned into the low murmur of mosquitoes and flies.

"Your friend is here." "White teacher" took the initiative to open a mouth, pointed to the direction of Qimo, "he seems to" lost "the road

With that, she continued to look down at the students' pictures.

Qiao Sangyu is also confused.

She looked at the "white teacher": she Don't know them?!

"All right. Everyone has room for improvement! Let's go back to the classroom first! " She read a circle, then announced with a smile, and finally looked at the two people in a daze, and then left with the children. In her opinion, these two are strange people from the city

Qiao Sangyu just watched her pass by Qimo. Qimo didn't stop her and didn't say anything

"Qimo?" Qiao Sangyu felt distressed and couldn't help walking towards him.

He must be very sad now, isn't he?

as like as two peas, he is no doubt that he is a lost teacher. This kind of feeling, is a kind of unspeakable pain!Around, his heart is not good.

Qiao Sangyu didn't know how to comfort him. She was even more sorry that she had brought him here without first investigating. She hesitated to grab his sleeve. After a long pause, she murmured: "we We can ask the village head, maybe... " She couldn't say why.

I don't know how to minimize the damage?

Qi Mo interrupts her, God "color" desolate, but in the eye writes: "she is."

"Why?" Qiao Sangyu recalled the strange sight of "teacher Bai". "She doesn't know us anymore..."

"Because of her paintings." Qi Mo stepped forward two steps and went to the easel. Just now she took the children back to the classroom. She didn't have time to collect her paintings. "She reminds me of my childhood When I was very young... "

The memory of that time, if not triggered by specific things, he is afraid that he will never remember.

At that time, he was still playing with mud, right?

At that time, the parents should not have taken over the business, and the three of them often went out to play. At that time, the mother did not pursue the famous brand, did not like to compare with each other, and lived a very artistic life. She can draw, she can play several kinds of musical instruments. When she was a child, she wanted him to learn, but he was not interested.

Every time she went out to play, her mother would take a drawing board and concentrate on her oil painting. He played all afternoon, his mother painted all afternoon, and his father patiently stood behind her all afternoon Then, he would slap a clay handprint on his mother's painting, destroying her whole afternoon's painstaking efforts. His mother's face was distressed, and his father would beat him up.

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