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Tying Up Some Small Braids (2)
Jiang Xiaoman secretly looked at the mirror. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that this hairstyle was very similar to the doll that appears in New Year pictures. It looked uglier the more she looked at it, to the point where she almost cried.
By the second day, she was already unhappy.
She solemnly said, “Uncle, I want my hair tied into four braids.”
“Four, that many? Can they even fit on your tiny head?”
“Keep pretending.” Jiang Xiaoman held out her hand and counted. “Last time, Grandma tied them into eight braids.”
“...Ah, so many.” Jiang Xing was taken aback. With her hair ties hanging from his mouth, he started braiding her with both his hands.
It was a very simple thing, but he was sweating a lot and it made it very difficult.
Jiang Xing carefully tied Jiang Xiaoman’s hair, but it felt as if even the Heavens were going against him. He ended up tangling her hair together and couldn’t untangle them.
Jiang Xiaoman licked the lollipop she received and tried to hold back her tears and calm down. Right now, she didn’t want to go home at all. If she saw her uncle, she would be reminded of her hair and want to cry again.
After randomly playing around for a while, Jiang Xiaoman decided to go play outside the classroom.
She had followed her grandma to school many times and was already familiar with the place.
Most of the teachers and students in the school were neighbors from the same village. They all knew her and would not chase her away if they saw her.
The school in the village had three grades and three teachers. All the teachers taught everything regardless of subject or grade. After all, it was already good in the first place that they could have teachers in this place, and it was hard to find a new teacher to teach.
The students on the first floor were first-year students, just a little older than Jiang Xiaoman. She liked to go there to play.
The class was taught by Teacher Tang, who was even older than Grandma. He was a highly respected person in the village. Grandma said that he had been teaching there for many years.
Today, Teacher Tang was telling the children the idiom of ‘haste makes waste’. After finishing the story, he turned around and asked the children, “Okay, who can tell me what is the meaning of this story? What does it tell us?”
The children looked at each other, but could only see confused looks on each other’s faces.
One kid raised his hand. “Teacher, the story tells us not to pull up the seedlings in the field.”
“...well, that’s not exactly wrong.” Teacher Tang did not know whether to laugh or cry.
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