The gentleman snorted with a thick nasal voice and stopped looking at him. His eyes swept over Gu Hai who was sitting in his seat.
Gu Hai didn't seem to notice the change in the atmosphere of the room. He lowered his head and stared blankly at the words he wrote. Although the expression on his face did not change, the violent rise and fall of his chest showed that he was emotionally agitated inside.
He didn't know what he thought of, but he suddenly took the words he had just written and crushed them in his hands.
This action made the students who paid attention to him exclaim in their hearts, God, there is not enough time, why do you still need to tear up what you have written
There was a trace of pity on everyone's face. It seemed that Gu Hai had resigned himself to giving up. Originally, it was impossible to complete eight hundred pieces of writing in less than half a day.
Gu Hai then picked up the written words and read a few more, then crumbled four or five more. Then when everyone thought it was time for him to get up and leave, he spread the paper in front of him, straightened his body, and took the I started writing again.
There was a low uproar in the school room.
The gentleman who had already walked behind the major case immediately gave a dignified greeting and glanced across the room. The students immediately fell silent.
"You, come and teach yesterday's class." The teacher pointed at the student at the front and said.
The student trembled, then walked up to the teacher and began to retell the story. The questions and answers echoed in the classroom, and no one paid attention to Gu Hai, who was writing on the side.
After explaining the last sentence, the teacher stood up from behind the big case and glanced at the students who were excited because the get out of class was over.
"Go ahead," he said.
There was a sound of tables and chairs in the school, and the students all left their desks, filed in front of the teacher, saluted respectfully, and then quickened their pace and walked to the school immediately.
Soon, Gu Hai was the only one left in the room. The slightly slanted sunlight cast mottled shadows on the window panes on the ground. After writing the last stroke, Gu Hai let out a breath and put down his pen.
He stood up and respectfully handed a thick pile of words to the gentleman.
"How much?" the gentleman asked calmly.
"Three hundred." Gu Hai replied respectfully.
The gentleman didn't speak. He reached for the words and read them one by one. He read them carefully until he had read them all.
"Go ahead," he said.
Gu Hai, who had been standing aside quietly with his hands lowered, responded, saluted the teacher, and said, "Thank you for your teaching, sir. I will resign, student."
He simply packed up his utensils, with a calm expression, and even a bit of excitement on his face, just like a student returning home from school.
"Hand over the remaining five hundred sheets tomorrow," the gentleman said.
When he reached the door, Gu Hai paused, turned around in disbelief, and stared at the gentleman with his mouth open.
"It's unbecoming!" The gentleman couldn't bear to see him like this, so he snorted, rolled his sleeves and walked past him.
Gu Hai stood blankly at the door, seemingly not understanding the meaning of that sentence, until a stone hit him on the head.
"Hey, Gu Gangtou, what are you missing here? It's okay. My brother will draw you a picture so that you can hang it on your bedside and remember it all the time..." The three people headed by the small-eyed boy said with a sinister smile.
Before he finished speaking, he heard a scream from Gu Hai, which frightened him so much that the rest of his words choked in his throat. Then he saw Gu Hai jump up, wave his fists, scream twice, and run away three times.
"Is this kid going crazy because he is too sad?" The three of them looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
It wasn't until he ran out of the school that Gu Hai's eye circles turned red. He rubbed his eyes hard twice, then looked up and saw the little girl sitting next to Tie Xianhe under the setting sun.
"Eighteen Mother." His voice was choked and he ran over in large strides.
Gu Shiba Niang looked at the young man running over, and her agitated heart suddenly calmed down.
"Brother." She stood up, but before she could say anything, Gu Hai bent over and rummaged through the basket at her feet, took out the already hard pancakes and ate them in big gulps.
"I'm starving to death..." He said vaguely, smiling at Gu Shiba Niang.
Gu Shiba Niang felt a sour and spicy taste go straight into her throat, and her eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Eat slowly, eat less, you still have to have dinner when you get home..." She also smiled and said.
Gu Hai's throat was stuck and he coughed. Gu Shiba Niang hurriedly patted his back.
"Yes!" she laughed.
"Okay, you, the younger sister, are actually gloating about your brother's misfortune!" Gu Hai said with a look of surprise.
Gu Shiba Niang raised her hand and punched him gently. The brother and sister looked at each other and laughed again, with tears in their eyes.
"Go home quickly, mother is going to be worried."
Gu Hai lowered his head to carry the basket, and then saw a small bundle of firewood piled aside.
"You still collected firewood?" he said in surprise.
"Yes," Gu Shiba Niang had already picked up the basket and smiled slightly, her face full of pride, "Do you think I can't do it?"
Gu Hai pursed his lips and bent down to wipe away the tears that had fallen. He grabbed the firewood and threw it on his shoulder. He chuckled and said, "Yes, but it's just too little. It's not as good as the results of my two machetes..."
"Blow it, just you, two machetes..." Gu Shiba Niang said with a smile.
"Ha, if you still don't believe it, I'll let you see how powerful your brother and I are tomorrow..."
Accompanied by laughter and laughter, the iron crane spread its wings and watched quietly as the two figures, one big and one small, slowly walked away. The night fell, one day passed, and a new day was coming.