When Tang Jinyu came to Teacher Xia to eat oranges, Teacher Xia happened to be watering the lucky bamboo at home.
This pot of Lucky Bamboo is newly bought. Under the careful care of Mr. Xia, each leaf is shiny, the green clump grows gratifyingly, and the stretched leaves are full of vitality.
Teacher Xia brought the child to water and chatted with him: "In the story I told Xiaoyu yesterday, who likes eating bamboo the most?"
"Panda~"
"correct!"
"The teacher's house has bamboo, and a panda is missing!"
Teacher Xia was amused by him, and nodded: "Yes, next time we will raise a panda."
Xia Ye came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, just when he heard this, while his dad turned around to put the kettle on, he bent down and pinched the child's face, "Pandas also eat oranges, you know?"
"what?"
"If you don't keep pandas, we will leave the oranges for you to eat."
Tang Jinyu's small face was pinched in a circle, and the soft flesh felt very good. She was bullied and didn't realize that she was still there at Xia Yele.
In April, it snowed heavily.
The weather in the northern town was a little unpredictable. After it had warmed up, the snow fell, and the trees that had already smoked green leaves on the roadside were covered with a layer of white. The students were quite happy. They wore thick clothes again for two days, and they also played two snowball fights with a smile, which made the winter cravings go away again.
When Xia Ye was tutoring at Tang's house at night, for the first time, he saw that the child couldn't sit still and ran to the window twice.
Chen Suling took him back, shook her head and said, "No, the baby can't go out, it's snowing outside and it's very cold... It's not good to wear thick clothes, will my mother take you out to step on the snow tomorrow?"
Xia Ye heard it, and the pen in his hand paused: "Does Xiaoyu like snow?"
Tang Hongjun smiled and said: "I like it, Xiaoyu likes snow the most, but it's too cold during the New Year, so I didn't dare to let him go out to play for too long, so I could only step on it for a while."
Xia Ye glanced at the child who was reluctantly looking at the window, and then withdrew his gaze.
At noon the next day, Xia Ye went home from school for dinner, but he did not take a lunch break. He took a shovel and went outside to shovel snow in the yard.
He asked his father just now that Tang Jinyu usually followed Chen Suling to the company in the morning, and then brought it back after lunch at noon, and followed him to learn the piano in the afternoon. If he moved faster, he could finish it before the children came back.
The snow was so thick that it was enough to build a snowman.
Xia Ye moved very quickly, and he was different from the others, in the shape of a panda.
Fatty Bai has a round body, black ears, black circles, and is holding a bamboo—yesterday, Teacher Xia picked out the badly grown lucky bamboo, cut one out, and used it here.
He was bending over and busy when he heard the sound of da da footsteps. A little boy rushed over and hugged his leg. Xia Ye was stunned for a moment, and when he turned around, he saw the child next door, wearing a small red down jacket with red and white Plaid scarves and hats, like a bouncing jelly bean.
Tang Jinyu looked up at him, but she couldn't remember what she was going to say. Today, he was trampled on snow for a while, and was walked back by his mother holding hands. He couldn't remember why, but as soon as he saw snow I was very happy, as if I had some special memories. Especially when I see a person building a snowman in the yard in front of the house from afar, this feeling is even stronger. It seems that a very close person once bent down and built a big snowman for him, that special one. The familiar and warm name couldn't be uttered in his mouth, and he wanted to cry in a hurry.
Xia Ye put down the shovel, picked him up and looked at the snowman: "Do you like it?"
Tang Jinyu nodded vigorously: "I like it~" He was afraid that Xia Ye would not believe it, so he hugged his neck and repeated, "I really like it!"
Xia Ye took off his gloves and wiped his face with the back of his hand. He had never seen a child who liked seeing a snowman crying.
Tang Jinyu's heart was tumbling with an emotion, the kind of soreness that his heart was being pulled up, he didn't know what was wrong, and he couldn't control the tears.
Chen Suling came over and wanted to hug him, but the child hugged Xia Ye's neck and didn't let go, and tears all rubbed against Xia Ye's clothes.
Chen Suling laughed and said, "Do you like the snowman your brother gave you so much? Then Xiaoyu won't cry, mom can let you play for a while, okay?"
Tang Jinyu nodded, and said yes in a loud voice.
Xia Ye took him and piled a small one on the side without letting him touch his hands too much. He made a small snowball for him to play with, and stared at him from time to time for fear that the child would not know whether it was hot or cold, so he leaned in and licked it.
This is Xia Ye thinking too much. The child stood holding the snowball and watched him make a snowman seriously. He was very obedient and could do whatever he wanted.
Chen Suling looked at the time and didn't let Tang Jinyu play in the snow more, just as Xia Ye was going to school, she shook her gloves and patted the snow, put it on again, and was ready to ride away.
When he was about to leave this time, the child took the initiative to come and hug his leg. Xia Ye stood there and didn't dare to move, and waited for him to back away before leaving.
All afternoon, Xia Ye wondered whether to build another snowman at night.
It's a pity that the sky is not beautiful, the weather was fine all afternoon, the temperature slowly rose again, and most of the snow on the school playground had melted.
When Xia Ye came home in the evening, he didn't see much clean snow on the side of the road. In the end, he went around the nearby park to find the snow under a few big trees before forming a little snowman, and got acquainted with it. Bring it back in the basket.
Xia Ye finished the snowman and placed it outside the window of the Tang family next door, rubbed his hands that were red from the cold, and then tapped the window lightly.
But after waiting for a while, the familiar little head did not appear.
Xia Ye was a little strange, but he could only put the snowman there and go home first.
During dinner in the evening, he talked to Teacher Xia, and Teacher Xia said, "Xiaoyu is ill. She had a fever in the afternoon and is still in the hospital. I just want to see him at night."
The chopsticks in Xia Ye's hand stopped, and he frowned and said, "How come I fell ill after being fine? Is it related to playing in the snow at noon?"
Teacher Xia also looked puzzled, "I called to ask, your Aunt Chen said no, she happened to be fine in the afternoon, so we listened to Xiaoyu playing the piano together at home, you know he just learned a complete piece of music, playing After two or three times, she was quite happy, but Xiaoyu suddenly fell off the piano bench, closed her eyes and talked nonsense, and couldn't understand what he was saying, and soon she started to have a high fever..." He shook Shaking his head, he sighed and said, "Xiaoyu's health has not been good. Although it has improved a little these days, your Uncle Tang and the others are all afraid."