Lin Miao was sitting beside the bed. For convenience, the young master gave her a seat while dialing the number.
Lin Miao quickly took off her shoes and climbed to his side.
The young master had a lot of pillows on the bed, and the two of them leaned against the pillows, listening to the beeping nervously and expectantly.
Then came a voice from the other end, "Hey, who are you looking for?"
Lin Miao's face glowed, and she shouted excitedly, "Sister Damei, I am Shui Shui!"
Damei is the eldest girl in the village chief's family. She is two years older than Lin Miao, but she treats Lin Miao very well.
"Shuishui, I heard Xiaomei say, you went to work, is it fun to work outside?" Damei asked.
"It's fun." Lin Miao was talking about her mother in her heart. She didn't say much about it, but said, "Is my mother at home?"
Over there, Damei said, "Auntie Lin went to the city. The day you left, she also left. She didn't say when she would come back..."
The light on Lin Miao's face went out all of a sudden, and said, "Oh. I see, then tell Xiaomei and the others to study hard at home, and I'll come back during the New Year to buy candy."
Lin Miao hung up the phone, smiling more ugly than crying, "Mom has gone to the city, I don't know what to go back."
"My brother is sick, and my mother must have gone to the city to find my father."
The young master touched her head, "There are still six months before the New Year. When that time comes, I will accompany you back and stop crying."
Lin Miao was a little disappointed and got out of bed, "Six months is a long time. I don't know if my mother came home at that time."
"Well, I'm definitely going home, and my brother's illness is definitely better." The young master's voice was particularly convincing, "Didn't you say that your mother told you to read books? I'll teach you English for the past six months, and then go back when the time comes. , your mother will definitely praise you." They usually don't have much time, mostly Chinese and mathematics, and Lin Miao's school only started to learn English in the third grade, but in fact, English classes are basically not taken, after all, they are there Primary school to junior high school, not English, only Chinese and mathematics.
For most of the semester, Lin Miao could only say one sentence, "Trick your house", which means good evening. At that time, she went back and told her mother that she even made bacon to reward her that night.
Originally, she had no interest in this at all, but Lin Miao suddenly raised her energy and looked at the young master, "Brother, you are so kind."
The young master nodded and said solemnly, "I feel the same way."
Then he pulled Lin Miao up from the quilt, "Go get the book."
Although it is summer, the air conditioner is turned on in his room anytime and anywhere, so he has to cover the quilt.
Lin Miao happily went to the study next to the young master to get a book, but was stopped by the young master again, "Don't be seen, take the book in the lower right row after entering the door, the innermost book."
Lin Miao secretly went out like a spy.
The reason why she was told not to be seen is because the doctor would definitely say that he was exhausted and bad for his health. He was tired of being told.
Lin Miao was still very fast and came back secretly.
Empty hands.
"Where's the book?" The young master was a little strange.
Lin Miao hurried over, sat beside him, turned his back to the door, and made a mouth shape, "The doctor is here..."
The young master nodded and said that he knew. The two of them were like two little agents with common secrets, secretly exchanging information a little excitedly.
Sure enough, the door opened, and the doctor came in and examined the young master.
Lin Miao obediently stood beside him, with his hands crossed and placed in front of him.
The doctor still used the same rhetoric before, asking the young master to take a good rest, saying that the treatment he is using now is not bad and his health has improved.
Then, the doctor gave two more words and left.
As soon as the doctor closed the door, Lin Miao immediately took out two books from her clothes.
He said with a smile, "I just came out of the study when I met him. I was startled, but fortunately I'm smart."
The young master brought the book over. It was his English textbook when he was in kindergarten.
His kindergarten is a bilingual kindergarten.
The young master just opened it, and then closed it immediately, "Forget it, we don't need textbooks."
Lin Miao didn't quite understand why, but when he leaned over, he saw three big characters, "Yu Jingxuan".
The degree of distortion of the three words is a bit like the kind of house that is about to collapse.
The young master blushed and corrected himself, "This is my kindergarten book, and I'm the first person in our class to write out the full name."
Lin Miao couldn't help but say, "Brother, you are amazing. When I was in the first grade, I could only write wood and water, and they laughed for a long time."
Lin Miao took a pen and wrote stroke by stroke on the white paper, "Yu"
"scene"
"Xuan"
Written very seriously, however, she is still ugly.
After Lin Miao finished writing, he looked at it with satisfaction and said, "I always thought you were the fish of the big fish and the small fish."
The young master took the pen and wrote next to it, "Lin Miaomiao"
Compared with Lin Miao's font, which can basically be compared with the signature of the little master's kindergarten, the little master's handwriting is really domineering.
Lin Miao looked envious, "I also want to write my name so beautifully."
"It's definitely possible to practice again." Having said that, the young master remembered the business, "Okay, let's start learning English."
"Have you studied before?"
Lin Miao nodded, "Learn, learn, tinker with your house!"
"Huh?" The young master blinked.
"Fix your house." Lin Miao said again.
"Good evening?" The young master repeated.
The young master's voice is particularly nice, and Lin Miao thinks it sounds better than their English teacher, a bit like the voice on the tape played by the English teacher at that time.
Lin Miao nodded vigorously.
"Remember what?" the young master asked with a smile.
Lin Miao was encouraged and recalled for a while, but, not very much, "Wait for me."
With that said, he ran out in a hurry.
I went back to my room and brought my English book.
Then he sat next to the young master again, opened the book, "bowl, spit, water, fire..."
The young master saw a lot of notes on her book.
Under each word, the sound is marked.
The young master took her book, then spread the book in his hand, and said with a face of vicissitudes, "Shui Shui, promise me, forget what your teacher taught me."
Lin Miao nodded, "Okay."
Too cute.
The young master touched her head, "Sit back, let's start with phonetic symbols."
There are also many notes on his book, but they are phonetic symbols.
After 40 minutes of teaching, the young master finally made Lin Miao understand that "tinkering with your house" and "Good evening" are not the same pronunciation.
Being a teacher is really not easy.
During the day, the doctor still came to see him occasionally. The young master thought he was nagging and writing ink, so he just pretended to be asleep. Lin Miao was lying beside the bed, just covering the book.
Lin Miao felt that it was not right to lie to the doctor like this. The young master said, "I'm not sleepy, why do I sleep? I used to sleep a lot during the day, and I couldn't sleep at night..."
Lin Miao thought about it, and it seemed to be the same. If she slept too much, she couldn't sleep at night.
They couldn't study all the time. The two of them still had to play a game. The young master drew a flying chess, cut Lin Miao's eraser into a square, and wrote one, two, three, four, five, six. The two of them tossed the eraser to play flying chess.
There are also penalties for corresponding positions.
He doesn't play tic-tac-toe very much anymore, because he keeps winning, for fear of affecting Lin Miao's self-confidence.
How good the flying chess is, it depends purely on luck.