"Mr. Tang!" Before anyone arrived, Xiaomai's voice sounded first.
Jiang Xiaoman was still wearing that New Year's doll suit today, the bells on his head were jingling, and he was too happy.
My grandmother said that she has to wear it like this for Chinese New Year. When others see it, they might even give her more red envelopes.
Jiang Xiaoman was convinced and put it into practice. Later, she found out that what her grandmother said was true, she had more red envelopes than other children.
This suit is still useful.
Of course, Jiang Xiaoman didn't wear it to see Teacher Tang to get Teacher Tang's red envelope. It was her grandma who said that she is like a lucky baby now, so she can bring good luck to Teacher Tang.
"Xiaoman." Teacher Tang smiled and stretched out his hand and hugged her, "Why are you here alone? Where's your uncle?"
Only at this time did Jiang Xing catch up, panting, and bent over to pant.
It's not a burden at all for him, but it's this little girl who is angry.
Halfway down the road, he said he was tired, he didn't want to go, he had to ride on his back and let him carry it on his back.
Jiang Xing had nothing to do, carrying her and the goods on his back, so he walked halfway. The result was good, she was about to arrive at Teacher Tang's house, she ran with her legs and legs, and just left him halfway, ignoring him at all.
"Mr. Tang." Jiang Xing said, "Let's bring you something."
Teacher Tang glanced at him and pointed him to a chair: "Sit first."
"You don't have to send so many things every year. Our husband and wife can't finish it, so it would be a waste to leave it." Teacher Tang was helpless.
He has a son and a daughter who are no longer in the village.
Generally speaking, I only come to stay for two days during the festival. The person left two days ago, and now he and his wife are left.
The son also said that he would take them to the city to enjoy happiness and to reunite with the family, but Mr. Tang couldn't let the children in the mountains go, so he didn't go.
"It should be." After Jiang Xing put the things down, he felt a little cramped again.
He was really afraid of Teacher Tang, more than his mother.
What Jiang Xing is most afraid of is cultural people.
That mouth, Intuit can say.
Perhaps seeing his restraint, Teacher Tang showed him a kind smile and took the initiative to comfort him: "Don't be nervous, I don't eat people, so let's talk."
woo woo woo woo! !
Jiang Xing is most afraid of this!
"Okay..." Jiang Xingqiang smiled.
"You have also worked hard this year." Teacher Tang said, "I see everything you do. It's not bad that the kid has a future."
"...Aha?" Jiang Xing was stunned for a moment, flattered. He patted his head like Jiang Xiaoman, wondering what the situation was.
Teacher Tang actually praised him
"Your team is driving well, and the big guy has a lot of money, and life will be much better."
Jiang Xing was a little embarrassed, but also a little flirtatious. He only said that it should be done. Teacher Tang should not praise it.
What the older generation is most afraid of is hard times. Teacher Tang is at this age. He has seen all kinds of wind and waves, and he has also endured famine. Once life is not so hard, he will cherish it very much. For what Jiang Xing did, he was naturally very relieved when he saw it.
"Mr. Tang, in fact, I'm driving this team, not for everyone, but for myself, and the rest are just for the sake of convenience..." Jiang Xing blushed, and he couldn't stand Teacher Tang's praise of him like a good person in the world. He was ashamed.
"I'm actually quite a jerk. You know what happened before. I've been beaten by you before. My mother asked you to help me. I'm really... I'm really embarrassed." Jiang Xing He scratched his head, really embarrassed.
When he was young, he really messed up, and when he was older, he also messed up. I was beaten by my mother at home, and at school I was told by my mother to make the teacher beat him more.
It was a bittersweet tear to say.
I didn't understand it before, but now that I think about it, I really should be beaten.
Teacher Tang laughed loudly and said, "You can't say that, what happened in the past is nothing if it passes by. A person's life is very long, and many things can happen. When I was young, I was actually quite a mess. "
"!!!" Jiang Xing was startled for a moment, dumbfounded.
What kind of shocking news is this? Was Teacher Tang like him before? ? ! !
Jiang Xing's eyes widened immediately, as if he was waiting to tell a story.
Teacher Tang didn't mind either, and said slowly: "I was younger than you at the time, and I was very confused. I happened to meet the educated youth who went to the countryside—"
"What is the educated youth going to the countryside?" Jiang Xiaoman suddenly asked in a milky voice.
Jiang Xing lowered her head and saw that she had already moved the small chair obediently, holding her cheeks in her hands, waiting to tell a story.
"Don't talk!" Jiang Xing immediately covered her mouth with his hand, Jiang Xiaoman had no choice but to nod.
Teacher Tang continued to tell those distant stories.
It's been so long, he almost forgot.
At that time, the educated youth went to the countryside. He was only a little younger than Jiang Xing. There is nothing to do in the village, except work is to cause trouble, tossing every day.
Later, Mr. Tang met an old man who went to the countryside for reform.
The old man is a scholar, intellectual, and gentle.
It's just that in those days, it was difficult for intellectuals, especially intellectuals as old as him. Other educated youths and fellow villagers helped build houses to live in, and intellectuals like him could only live in cowsheds.
The old man had a miserable life, but he was content and optimistic. There are many books in his cowshed, all of which are like treasures. Teacher Tang was too busy at that time, and he liked to chat with him when he had nothing to do.
"... He was my enlightenment teacher." Mr. Tang said, "I calmed down later, and I got a teacher's license and became a teacher here. There is an old saying, a prodigal son will never change his life. No matter how old you are, how old you are. , it's never too late, and the best time is now."
Jiang Xing was stunned.
He did not expect that the gentle and amiable Teacher Tang would have such an experience. After all, he doesn't look like a jerk at all.
Jiang Xing's eyes became a little warm, and a big man was very emotional. For a while, he was silent, and he didn't know what to say.
On the contrary, Jiang Xiaoman blinked his eyes, and dragged his cheeks with his little hands and asked, "So Teacher Tang is also like a teacher's teacher, teaching my mother?"
The teacher's teacher is talking about the old man who lives in the cowshed.
Teacher Tang laughed and said: "No, Jiang Yue's child is all his own creation. He is smart and clever. He has a high spirit and is willing to work hard, which is very good."
Originally, when Jiang Yue went to eavesdrop, the principal wanted to drive her away, but Teacher Tang asked her to stay.
In the beginning, there was only Mr. Tang in this school, and there were no other teachers at all. Later, it gradually developed. The principal also respected him and gave him a face.
She opened her eyes and closed her eyes and let Jiang Yue eavesdrop on for a long time. After she was dragged to Jiang's house to hand over the tuition, Jiang Yue entered the classroom.
Jiang Xiaoman said, "Mr. Tang is really a good person."
"It's just an ordinary person." Teacher Tang sighed, took off his reading glasses, wiped them, and asked casually, "What are Jiang Xing's plans in the future?"
"Ah... I..." Jiang Xing also became more serious and said solemnly: "I plan to go to the city to make a foray. The motorcade here is still open, and I need someone to take care of it. I don't need to take care of it."
After Jiang Xing said this, Jiang Xiaoman remembered his own business and said excitedly, "Mr. Tang, I'm going to go to kindergarten in the city."
After speaking, she herself became very lost.
"This way I won't be able to see Teacher Tang, I, I don't want to leave..." Xiaokou deflated and wanted to cry.
I didn't think it before, but now that I think about it, she might be sad if she doesn't see many familiar people.
The child's mood was the same for a while, and he was looking forward to it every day before, but now he can't say no.
"This is a good thing, Xiaoman." Teacher Tang said: "Many children here have no chance to go to school, but Xiaoman can, and can go to a better place. Your grandma and your uncle like you, this is a lot. A good thing? If you don't go, won't you live up to their wishes?"
"But I... can't bear Teacher Tang."
"I don't want to, just think about it in my heart."
"Eh? Is this still possible?"
"why not?"
Jiang Xiaoman thought about it seriously, and felt as if... there was nothing wrong with it. Think more, think more.
"Then I will miss you every day from now on!" Jiang Xiaoman said with his fist clenched.
Teacher Tang didn't say anything, just laughed.
After chatting for a while, Jiang Xing saw that it was getting late, picked up Jiang Xiaoman and said goodbye to Teacher Tang.
Jiang Xiaoman was so sad. She cried while walking. She didn't expect farewell to be such a sad thing, and she was very reluctant to part with it.
I cried so hard, my eyes were hazy with tears, and I was out of breath.
Jiang Xing said, "Don't cry, are you tired? Don't stop walking for a while."
Jiang Xiaoman said confidently, "I can't walk, don't you still carry me?"
Oh, great, little girl.
Jiang Xing was so angry that he picked up the man and ran away.
The basket he packed was just enough to fit Jiang Xiaoman, who was not too big, and told her to stay well, and then run away.
If they don't go back, it will be dark, Jiang Xiumei will be talking about why they haven't come back at home.
Jiang Xiaoman was tired from crying, so he leaned into the basket and fell asleep, burping a little.
Jiang Xing hurried all the way, and finally got home before it got completely dark.
If you can drive, you don't have to be so tired.
There is no shortage of cars now, but the road is not open at all.
It would be great if the roads could be repaired. Jiang Xing sighed.
Seeing the smoke from the kitchen in the distance, Jiang Xing quickened her pace. As soon as she entered the house, she heard Jiang Xiumei's cheerful laughter, chatting with her old sister next door through a wall.
"Isn't what you said really true? If it's true, I can euthanize me." Jiang Xiumei shouted across the air.
The sound of pots and pans rang out, and the person next door replied, "It must be true! Didn't I just come back from my mother's house? It was true in the village that the father and son of Hong Xingguo were arrested. , said it was a gathering of people to gamble, and they had to go in and squat for ten days and a half. The money was also fined, tsk tsk, the crime is worth it."
"Shit!" Jiang Xiumei let out a bad breath and finally felt comfortable.
During the New Year, everyone is idle and has nothing to do. Some people just play mahjong, play cards, and make small troubles.
But the crowd gambles... that must be a lot of money. No matter who you are, once you get involved in a gamble, sooner or later the family will lose everything.
There is no money in Hongxing country, Jiang Xiumei knows where the gambling money comes from.
Originally, I was disgusted and felt that the money should not be given, but now I know that they committed suicide and sent themselves in, and I feel happy.
After Jiang Xing put Jiang Xiaoman down, he shouted to the kitchen, "Mom, Xiaoman and I are back, when will we eat?"
"Ah soon, wait a minute."