Mi Yang walked for a while, then suddenly sighed and said, "I think this is really not right."
He said something without any reason, and Bai Luochuan didn't understand it either, so he subconsciously said, "Change it if it's wrong."
Mi Yang looked up at him for a while and suddenly smiled, nodded and said, "You are right."
Bai Luochuan also looked at him and asked in confusion: "Why do you keep looking at me? What are you thinking?"
I don't want to skip a grade, I want to stay with you for a few more years. Mi Yang swallowed his inner thoughts, rubbed his nose and smiled, "Nothing, I just think you are very good."
Bai Luochuan raised his chin a little and said, "That's right, I treat you the best." He carried his schoolbag and took Mi Yang's hand again, saying to him, "I will protect you when I go to the third grade."
Mi Yang was immediately amused, but nodded very politely, "Okay!"
Mi Yang felt that it was amazing that Young Master Bai, a child, could think so much, but if they really wanted to find him, they couldn't just search his house. Even if they did find him, Sun Qian's family would not acknowledge it for the sake of the child, not to mention Teacher Wang.
Bai Luochuan also thought of Teacher Wang's matter and asked him, "How about I go talk to Grandpa?"
Mi Yang shook his head and said, "Wait a little longer."
Bai Luochuan was a little dissatisfied. The world of children is black and white, and they don't know the gray area after they become adults. Mi Yang didn't get angry before because he didn't plan to stay in elementary school for long, but when he saw Master Bai protecting him with all his strength, he began to think.
Bai Luochuan kicked a small stone at his feet, a little unhappy but not forcing it. After a long while, he frowned and changed his condition: "Then you stay on Sunday to help me with my homework."
Mi Yang said: "Okay."
Bai Luochuan added: "Bring your school uniform with you, and we'll go to school together tomorrow."
Mi Yang nodded and agreed.
Bai Luochuan was still looking at him.
Mi Yang thought for a moment and immediately praised: "You are really amazing today. I didn't even think of asking these questions. Besides, it took me a long time to get to know my classmates after I went to class. You got to know them after playing a game of football. That's great!"
The young master became proud again.
The two of them played video games late at the weekend, and when they woke up the next day, they both had dark circles under their eyes. Mi Yang rubbed his eyes, while Bai Luochuan yawned. He washed his face with cold water and slowly regained his spirits. Perhaps because he didn't get enough sleep and was a little upset, Bai Luochuan started to be picky when eating in the morning. He didn't eat the mountain celery, chopped green onions, or shredded ginger. He picked out little by little, and it seemed like he was about to lose his temper.
Mi Yang stuffed a fried dough stick into his hand, took his bowl of porridge, picked it up, and put it next to him, saying, "Drink it. The national flag will be raised on Monday morning, so you have to be there ten minutes early."
Master Bai then drank it all in two gulps, wiped his mouth, picked up his schoolbag and said to Mi Yang, "Okay."
Mi Yang also carried his small backpack and ran to catch up. The half-new military backpack made a clattering sound as he ran. There was a red five-pointed star on it, which was very cute. After Bai Luochuan got in the car, he reached out to pull Mi Yang. The two squeezed in the back seat of the car and checked their homework on the way to school. Although the assignments for the first and third grades were different, the tutoring progress of the two of them in the past two days was basically the same. Wei Xian taught well, and Bai Luochuan was smart, so he could keep up with Mi Yang's homework.
Mi Yang looked out the car window. Frost had already started to form. He exhaled and a white mist appeared on the window. The weather was gradually getting colder.
Bai Luochuan reached out and touched his belly. Mi Yang looked at him in confusion. Bai Luochuan touched him and then pulled him to touch his belly, revealing a little smug expression that outsiders couldn't see: "New sweater, we both have the same one."
Mi Yang started laughing.
After raising the national flag, the principal said a few simple words, roughly meaning that he wanted to organize everyone to donate money and supplies to the children in poor mountainous areas.
"Students, some children in the mountains have to save even a pencil and use cigarette boxes to do their homework. Especially now that winter is coming and the weather is cold, our school has decided to mobilize all teachers and students to donate money and materials to support a Hope Primary School! After you go back, prepare for a few days and report the items to be donated to your class teacher and hand them in at the same time. Giving roses to others will leave a lingering fragrance on your hands. I believe that our love this time will definitely help more poor children!"
When Mi Yang was in college, he also followed his teacher to teach in a mountain school. After hearing this, he was dazed for a moment and felt a little nostalgic. He still remembered that the children there called him "Teacher Mi" one by one, and when he left, they secretly filled his pockets with wild Luodu fruits. He didn't know about it, and most of them were bruised when he came back, but they still tasted just as sweet.
Tang Xiao moved two positions and came over to him, asking, "Hey Mi Yang, what are you donating?"
Mi Yang said: "Paper, pen... stationery and the like." He was about to talk about books and clothes when he suddenly remembered that he had not yet reached the time to spend so much money, but he could go to the mountains again in this life to see those children.
Tang Xiao nodded and said, "I plan to donate these as well."
After returning to the classroom, Teacher Wang came in and said, "Everyone go back today and tell your parents about the school's donations. If you want to donate something, report it to the class monitor, and the class monitor will keep a record."
The class monitor, Wang Yiyi, nodded to show that she understood, and even took out the notebook for recording class affairs and put it aside ready.
That afternoon, many children brought things. Some donated stationery, and some donated money directly, ranging from five yuan to ten yuan. The most donated by Sun Qian was a fifty-yuan bill, which caused a small sensation.
The class monitor took notes carefully and did not show any disapproval because of who had more or less, and his handwriting was particularly careful.
When school was about to end in the evening, Teacher Wang called out another girl in the class. Mi Yang looked up and saw that it was the girl with the stinky ink from their last art class, whose name seemed to be Yu Tian.
After a while, Yu Tian came back with red eyes, looking like she wanted to cry but didn't dare to.
Teacher Wang also came in, holding a pencil case and placed it on the podium. It was a very clean pencil case, and even though it was old, it showed that the owner loved it. Teacher Wang said, "When you donate things, please be careful. Don't donate used stationery like this, which is too old."
The whole class was silent. Some children's eyes fell on Yu Tian who had just come in. The little girl sat at her desk with her head down and said nothing, only her shoulders trembling slightly. In front of her was a small cloth bag with a hole opened to reveal pencils. She donated her most precious pencil case and willingly used a small cloth bag.
The little flame in Mi Yang's heart suddenly rose up!
He and Yu Tian were in the same group, and subconsciously he lumped her and Xiaopang and the others into the "kids" he was in charge of. It was okay for him to be treated unfairly, as he was an adult at heart and could just laugh it off. But he couldn't tolerate it when it repeatedly involved children!
Mi Yang raised his hand and said, "Report!"
Teacher Wang was about to leave when he heard this and couldn't help but frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
Mi Yang stood up and said, "Teacher, why can't Yu Tian's pencil case be donated?"
Teacher Wang said: "I just said it, it's too old..."
The angrier Mi Yang got, the less tempered he seemed. He smiled and said, "Teacher, I think the children in poor mountainous areas have better supplies than us, so we should accept the donation."
Teacher Wang scolded: "Mi Yang!"
Mi Yang stood up straight, without giving in: "I believe the school was originally out of love, but everyone's family situation is different, love cannot be directly linked to money." He looked at the teacher calmly, "You don't let Yu Tian donate, is it because the school doesn't allow it? Or do you think that if the class donates too little or not good things, it will be embarrassing?"
The whole class suddenly became noisy, and Teacher Wang's face became much uglier.
Mi Yang said: "In fact, my family conditions are not as good as other students, but I believe that our family will not be like this forever. When I make any donations in the future, the intention will be the same as now, that is, I want to help others."
Teacher Wang said, "You talked back again!"
Mi Yang quickly recited a passage: "True kindness comes from the sincere sympathy and pity from the depths of the soul, selfless care and blessings, and is the most primitive and simple emotional essence of the Spring Festival in people's hearts." He looked at Teacher Wang, blinked, and said, "Yesterday, the Chinese teacher asked us to memorize the answer to the reading analysis of the second question in the third lesson of Chinese."
Teacher Wang was so angry that her face turned blue. She slammed the table several times to ask everyone to be quiet, but it didn't have any effect. At this time, the school bell rang, so she simply walked out in anger.
Mi Yang took a deep breath, walked to the podium, and all the children looked at him.
Mi Yang was a little short, but when he stood up, the class became quiet. Perhaps it was because what he had just said was too shocking to the children, and everyone was looking at him intently.
Mi Yang looked at everyone and said seriously: "Regarding the donations from our class, I have a suggestion."
It was Bai Luochuan's turn to be on duty today. After cleaning, he didn't wait for Mi Yang, so he just came up to him.
The door of the third grade class one classroom was closed, but not locked. Bai Luochuan felt a little strange, so he knocked on the door, opened it a little and said, "Mi Yang, are you there..."
All 40 kids in the class turned around to look at him, and the class monitor quickly closed the door after letting him in. Bai Luochuan wanted to ask more questions, but the kid next to him pulled his sleeve and made a shushing gesture, then looked at the podium with shining eyes, "Don't talk, Mi Yang hasn't finished yet!"
Bai Luochuan was a little confused. He glanced at Mi Yang standing on the podium, and then looked at the strange picture he drew on the blackboard behind him. It looked a bit like a queue in different areas, represented by small squares, and divided into groups with marks.
Mi Yang just finished the last point and said to everyone: "It's about like this. After school, we will be in this location and set up stalls in groups as before. Everyone will bring old items and give the daily amount to the class monitor for statistics. It is expected to take three days."
Only then did Bai Luochuan see that there was another line of words at the top, which read: Flea Market.
In order to integrate into the group, Mi Yang also thoughtfully added pinyin to it.