Chapter 281

With the winter vacation getting closer, why not be more and more restless, always thinking about something.

Seeing that she was staring at the calendar in a daze, Qin Guanglin didn't disturb her and silently took out her homework to help correct it.

Primary school students' homework, or Chinese homework, is a mechanical work, copying ancient poetry, copying text, anyway, in addition to copying or copying, occasionally there are some diaries, people can't laugh or cry.

"This is written with two pens."

Qin Guanglin's eyes are poisonous. He directly finds out the lazy one and puts it aside. Why don't he come and point it out to her.

There must be some bad luck tomorrow.

"You're so skillful that you don't do much of it, do you?" Why don't you take it up and have a close look before you can see the way.

"Our original Chinese teacher was very abnormal..." Qin Guanglin tut a, see see why not, suddenly disappeared.

When she faced the students, she didn't know whether she would incarnate as an old witch and taught people with a straight face.

Very likely.

"Say, why not?" Why don't you give him a glance.

"All the teachers in the world are one family, no more..."

Qin Guanglin felt his nose bitterly, saw why not put the homework at the bottom of the pile, and gloated: "how do you care about him tomorrow?"

"Just like that He may say to his wife in a few decades' time, "what happened to my Chinese teacher, Balabala?"

“……”

Why don't you put away your homework and see if there's nothing to do, and then bypass Qin Guanglin's back and gently help him pinch his shoulder, "are you very proud of marrying a teacher?"

"What's so good about that Well, it's a little smug. " Qin Guanglin leaned back on the chair with his eyes half closed. He really felt comfortable.

Stand on the platform every day to train the disobedient students, and then come back to become a little daughter-in-law, just think about it.

"Can you listen to the teacher?"

Qin Guanglin opened his eyes warily and looked up at her, "what do you want to do?"

"Don't listen."

"Don't listen."

"No more." Why don't you let go and turn around, then come back and squeeze his shoulder hard, "white serve you for a long time!"

“……”

Qin Guanglin opened his mouth. He wanted to listen to his daughter-in-law, but he closed it again.

The important things will not be so coquettish and courteous. Looking at her, 90% of them are inexplicable things - for example, let him squat at home to draw.

It's better not to say that.

Looking at the calendar and then looking at it, Qin Guanglin suddenly thought, "you can't be Are you homesick? "

"Well?" Why not doubt.

"I think you often look at the calendar - have you ever been home this winter vacation?"

"No, I don't care when I have winter vacation, and then I'll cook tonic Soup for you at home, so that you won't say that you will lose your life every day."

Why don't you take off your shoes, climb into bed, pull over the quilt and say, "don't you touch me, I won't be reduced?"

"Don't touch, who likes to touch -"

"you said it."

"I said it."

"Say it again."

Why don't you turn on the recording with your mobile phone, lie on the head of the bed, stretch out your arm and let him repeat, "say, who touch again, who is the dog."

"Whoever touches it again is a puppy." Qin Guanglin rightfully said to the mobile phone.

I don't know who likes to touch whom, hum.

He felt his waist and decided not to move for a week. He had to take good care of himself.

As for a week later She's going to forget about the recording.

"Who's going to touch the dog again Whoever touches it again is a puppy. "

Why don't you click on the recording, listen to it twice, smile and lie back on the bed, "come up and get ready to sleep."

"Don't do anything to me."

Qin Guanglin asked, pull cotton to the bathroom to put water, come back to turn off the bedroom light, climb into the bed.

"Don't you mean no touch?" Why not ask.

"Can't you even hold it?" Qin Guanglin hugged her and tightened his arm again. "It's not that touch."

"Well, good night."

"Good night."

Winter night, warm blanket, always make people want to rest early, just after ten o'clock, two people hugged each other to sleep.

Night, sleep.

……

The winter vacation came four days later. Qin Guanglin was afraid that he might stay at home and be bored. He bought a recipe for her.

Make a bow with a beautiful string and put it on the copilot. He drives to the school gate to pick up the last day's work. Why don't he leave school.

"Gifts?"

Why don't you just open the door and see the recipe at a glance, take a look at him and put it in the back seat.

"Choose your best to celebrate the winter vacation."

Qin Guanglin laughs. This gift is just a joke. It's boring to turn it over when you buy it. If you don't turn it over, throw it away and pick it up when you have time.It's like the housework dice she gave.

"Go that way." Why don't you point to the opposite direction of going home and stare on the sidewalk.

"Where to?"

"Go to the student's home and make a home visit, soon."

"Well, I don't know which unfortunate student The one who did his homework with two pens last time? " Qin Guanglin is a bit schadenfreude.

It's like a teacher's home visit It's hard to put it on yourself, but it's too pleasant to be on others.

"No Stop ahead. "

Why not direct Qin Guanglin to pull over, open the car door, get off and wave, "Xiaoyuan!"

On the sidewalk, a little girl with a schoolbag on her back stopped and looked around. She didn't know the source of the sound until she called again. She showed a smiling face to him, "teacher he!"

"Come here, I'll take you back."

"Ah?"

Xiaoyuan trotted over, looking at the car in front of her, a little stiff, "teacher, I..."

"Get on the bus, just go to your house and make a home visit."

Why don't you ask the little girl to sit in the back of the car? Instead of going back to the co pilot, you sit with her and say to Qin Guanglin, "Heyuan lane, turn right at the two traffic lights in front."

"Oh."

Qin Guanglin answered, driving slowly forward, looking through the rearview mirror at the little girl who was still a little stiff, and said with a smile, "what grade are the children in?"

"Third grade."

"Well Is the teacher fierce to you? "

Xiaoyuan fingers pinched the corner of his clothes, looked up, shook his head and said: "teacher he is very good."

Why not stare at Qin Guanglin angrily, "drive well!"

Qin Guanglin shakes his head and stops at the traffic light Xiaoyuan, right? What's your last name? "

"Surname Xiang."

"Xiang Xiaoyuan That's nice. " Qin Guanglin praised, the more he looked, the more cute he felt.

If only I could have a daughter in the future

Xiao Yuan lowered her head and took a sneak glance. She said timidly, "is uncle teacher he's boyfriend?"

"Well Yes Qin Guanglin looked back and said with a smile, "it's better to call my brother."

“……”

The car passed through two traffic lights very quickly. After turning right, it stuck to the side of the road and drove slowly to see which was Heyuan lane.

It's still half a village in the city. It's not fully developed. The road ahead is getting narrower and narrower. When we get to a big garbage dump, why don't we finally make a noise.

"Stop here."

Qin Guanglin stopped the car according to his words, put down the window and looked at it. He was fumigated by the smell of the garbage heap and quickly closed it. Why don't he take Xiaoyuan out of the car and ask him to wait here for a while and follow Xiaoyuan to the front.

He wanted to follow them to have a look. He saw why they didn't take a few steps and then turned to a family. He gave up his mind and looked around bored.

116 Heyuan lane.

The blue sign nailed on the wall was too old and had been pasted with dirt. Qin Guanglin looked at it for a long time to see whether the last number was 8 or 6.

The little girl looks so good, shouldn't she make a mistake?