Ye Linlang looked at the girl who asked the question, then looked at the red mark on Jiang Qiran's neck, and her face turned half red in an instant!
This was what she bit on Jiang Qiran’s neck last night because she was unwilling to give in!
Ah, if I tell this, will these people...
The more Ye Linlang thought about it, the more ashamed she felt, and then she heard a gorgeous velvety voice rising up.
"It's probably some bug bite. It's my first time here, so I'm not used to it."
The corners of Ye Linlang's lips twitched. She couldn't help but turn her head to look at the young man beside her, but she saw that the other party didn't even look at her. His face was clear and frank, and there was no sign of him talking nonsense at all.
Koko, this guy doesn't even blush when he tells lies!
Although the person who lied was very calm, the "little bug" that bit Jiang Qiran was in a state of turmoil.
…
After all, children are easy to fool, and the students below all nodded, and some of them couldn't help but think about Jiang Qiran.
"Teacher, I have some ointment at home. How about I go get some for you after class?"
The person who spoke was a girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her cheeks were flushed and she seemed very shy. It was obvious that she had a great liking for Jiang Qiran.
Ye Linlang was speechless. It seemed that no matter where he went, Jiang Qiran's ability to harm the little girl would not diminish.
Ye Linlang's hands, which were hanging under the table, immediately pinched Jiang Qiran angrily.
She used quite a bit of force, but even so, the boy's expression remained calm, as if he was not affected at all by Ye Linlang's abuse.
"No, it's just a small mark, it will disappear soon."
Jiang Qiran gently rejected the girl's suggestion. The girl's face suddenly turned redder. She looked at Jiang Qiran embarrassedly, then sat down quickly, lowering her head and not daring to look at the delicate boy at the table.
He is really good-looking.
Although the village chief said that he was only two years older than her, he was very tall, probably over 1.8 meters. Not only did he have a handsome face, but he also had excellent grades.
And he must have a kind heart, otherwise, if he were an ordinary city kid, why would he be willing to come to Meihua Village to teach
Let alone half a month, I'm afraid even if it's half a day, those rich young men will definitely not be happy, right
…
Ye Linlang was speechless when she saw the girl with pigtails looking shy yet affectionate.
She loosened her grip on Jiang Qiran's hand and pretended to lower her head to tidy up the chalk box on the podium, but she spoke in a voice that only she and Jiang Qiran could hear.
"I'm warning you, don't smile at little girls, otherwise... hehe!"
Although the ending tone is very low, it is very threatening.
Jiang Qiran was helpless. How could he smile at the little girl
If there is, the little girl's surname is probably Ye and her name is Linlang.
…
Given that the children attending the class this time are of varying ages, the youngest may only be in preschool, while the older ones may already be old enough to be in the third year of junior high school.
Ye Linlang didn't know what to say about the content of this class.
It was Jiang Qiran who took the lead again.
Ye Linlang thought he would teach her best subjects, mathematics, physics and chemistry, but unexpectedly, Jiang Qiran started with an ancient poem.
Of course it was an easy-to-understand poem, after all, I had to take care of so many children, so the poem I chose was He Zhizhang's "Occasional Poem on Returning Home".
I left home when I was young and returned when I was old, my accent has not changed but my hair has turned gray. Children do not recognize me when they meet, they ask me where I come from with a smile.
The meaning of this poem is very simple, but after Jiang Qiran's explanation, the children listened attentively.
Ye Linlang glanced through the textbooks that the children brought, and finally had to choose Chinese as her topic. She had clearly wanted to talk about Lu Xun at the beginning, what a serious and noble topic!
However, as the story progressed, it became the edamame in "The Village Opera", the watermelon in "Young Runtu", and later, for some unknown reason, it became the salted duck eggs in Gaoyou, and then some wild buckwheat...
As Ye Linlang spoke, her saliva began to flow.
Although her topic went off topic, fortunately the children listened with great interest and almost followed Ye Linlang in imagining all the delicious foods in the Chinese textbooks.
Jiang Qiran was really helpless.
Why do I feel like, foodies are foodies, even when they are teaching a class, they always end up going off topic.
…
However, Ye Linlang stopped midway and did not continue her eating escapades.
The reason was very simple. For some reason, more and more villagers, young and old, came outside the classroom to listen to her and Jiang Qiran's lectures. Some even brought stools as if they had come here specially to listen to the lectures.
This scene is so scary!
Ye Linlang couldn't stand this fiery gaze, she quickly pulled Jiang Qiran's arm, feeling panicked.
"Are those people here to monitor us? They're afraid we might corrupt the children."
If there weren't so many people around, Jiang Qiran almost wanted to knock on Ye Linlang's little head to see what was inside her!
Otherwise, why would you be so crazy?!
Just when Ye Linlang was frightened, she suddenly saw the village chief walking towards her with a smile on his face.
He was holding two glass cups filled with boiled water that he had just poured for Ye Linlang and Jiang Qiran, with two thick handfuls of tea leaves sprinkled in them.
This is probably the most hospitable way to entertain guests in Meihua Village.
"You two are really good people. You are so capable at such a young age! You teach really well! You are not inferior to the teachers in our village at all!"
As soon as the village chief finished speaking, many villagers began to agree.
The people here were so enthusiastic, and they all seemed to admire her and Jiang Qiran so much that they almost praised them to the sky.
Ye Linlang had never enjoyed such treatment in Xiaohuang Village. It was so warm that she could not bear it!
Ye Linlang was thirsty, so she immediately took a glass from the village chief. The tea tasted very strong because there were too many tea leaves in it, but Ye Linlang didn't mind as long as it quenched her thirst.
Jiang Qiran, on the other hand, had never drunk water made from such low-quality tea leaves, and what he hated most was strong tea.
The village chief felt a little embarrassed when he saw this extremely delicate young man frowning.
"Don't you like it?"
Seeing this, Ye Linlang quickly spoke up for Jiang Qiran.
"No, Qi Ran doesn't like tea, just pour him a glass of boiled water."
Hearing the girl talking nonsense, Jiang Qiran's mouth twitched.
Whether he wanted to tell it or not, Ye Linlang had found all kinds of tea in his apartment, such as the top-grade Lushan Yunwu tea.
…
The morning passed quickly.
In the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and many children were sitting around Ye Linlang, listening to this outsider sister teaching them to sing.
It is Li Shutong's famous work "Farewell", which is very popular and almost everyone knows it.
—Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and endless, the evening wind blows the willows, the sound of the flute is faint, and the setting sun is beyond the mountains.
When Jiang Qiran heard the line "It's rare to be together in life, but there are many separations", his heart skipped a beat. He always felt that this song was like some kind of ominous foreshadowing.
It seemed as if one day he would lose her and be powerless to change the situation.
The boy's face turned cold and he suddenly walked over with a cold voice.
“Stop singing!”
(End of this chapter)