"Me? Puppy love? With whom?" Xiao Chen was stunned: "Who spread this rumor?"
"That." Su Xiao cleared his throat: "Someone reported it anonymously."
"And I've also secretly asked my classmates, and you and Song Ziyan are indeed quite close."
"Teacher, that's not true." Xiao Chen was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"Song and I are desk mates, and I'm helping her with physics."
"There's really nothing going on between us. I don't know who started this rumor, but this person has bad intentions."
"No? That's the best." Su Xiao was relieved. She smiled and said, "It's the teacher who didn't understand it clearly."
"But you and Song have a really good relationship."
"Uh. This..." Xiao Chen didn't know how to answer.
Yes, he and Song Ziyan are indeed quite close.
The two sat at the same table, took extra classes together, ate together, and went home from school together.
We were just about to go to the bathroom together.
So in the eyes of outsiders, the two of them might really have some relationship, right?
"It's okay, the teacher already understands the situation." Su Xiao took a sip of water.
She smiled faintly and said, "Go back and study hard. The first mock exam is coming up soon. Try to get a good score."
"Thank you, Teacher Su. I will." Xiao Chen nodded.
He turned around and was about to leave, but after thinking for a moment, he ran back: "Teacher Su."
"What's the matter?" Su Xiao asked.
"You don't have to dress so rigidly." Xiao Chen scratched his head and said, "My classmates were discussing privately that Teacher Su would look great in a skirt and with a perm."
"Ah..." Su Xiao was caught off guard and blushed at Xiao Chen's words.
She felt really embarrassed to be said like this by a student.
"Teacher, I'm going back to the classroom." Xiao Chen bowed and ran out.
Lidya Su, who stayed behind, felt her face flushed and her mood could not calm down for a long time.
"What did Teacher Su ask you to do?"
In the classroom, Song Ziyan had already packed up his lunch box.
"No, nothing." Xiao Chen stammered.
"There must be something." Seeing his embarrassed look, Song Ziyan felt that Xiao Chen must be hiding something from him.
"Well...it's really nothing." Xiao Chen was at a loss for words and didn't know how to answer.
"Hmph, forget it if you don't want to tell me." Song Ziyan glared at Xiao Chen, then thought about asking Teacher Su himself.
There are only two classes on Friday afternoon, and then school is over.
Xiao Chen said hello to Song Ziyan, then left quickly.
Xiao Chen first went to the supermarket outside and bought a lot of things, then turned around to see if anyone was paying attention to him.
He turned and left only after making sure that no one was paying attention.
Instead of going back to his grandmother, he ran to the bus stop and got on a bus.
Little did he know that his sneaky actions were all seen by Song Ziyan.
"What are you doing so mysteriously?" Song Ziyan frowned.
"Miss, shall we go home?"
The Song family's driver opened the car door respectfully.
"Don't go home yet, follow that bus." Song Ziyan pointed at the departing car and said, "Hurry."
"Yes." The driver quickly sat in the driver's seat and followed the bus.
"Hey, Uncle Li, don't get too close. I'm afraid my classmates will see me."
"Don't go too far... What if you lose me if you go too far?"
Fortunately, the driver was a good driver and drove the Bentley carefully until he saw Xiao Chen get off the bus.
"Uncle Li, please stop the car." Song Ziyan hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt.
"Miss, where are you going? Mr. Song will be worried if you come home late." the driver shouted.
"It's okay, I'll tell my dad, don't follow me." Song Ziyan waved her hand, afraid of losing Xiao Chen.
The place where Xiao Chen got off was in the north of the city, and this place was relatively remote.
Song Ziyan followed Xiao Chen to a Taoist temple.
The Taoist temple has been in disrepair for many years, and the statues of gods look a bit mottled.
The yard is quite large, but the incense burner is dilapidated. It is obvious that no pilgrims have come here to burn incense for a long time.
Xiao Chen knocked on the door of the Taoist temple, and a little boy of eight or nine years old poked his head out.
Seeing Xiao Chen, he said happily: "Brother Xiao Chen is here, Brother Xiao Chen is here."
He ran in happily, and was immediately greeted by a group of children.
They surrounded Xiao Chen, hugged his legs and pulled his clothes.
"Don't make trouble, brother is about to fall down." Xiao Chen smiled and supported a little boy who climbed on him: "Xiaohu, don't be naughty, be careful not to fall down."
"Grandpa, Brother Xiao Chen is here."
It was not until a Taoist priest appeared that the children got off Xiao Chen's body.
The old Taoist priest is in his seventies or eighties. Although his Taoist robe has become white from washing, it is spotless.
He had his hair tied up in a bun and had a kind face.
"Haha, Xiaochen, you're here?"
"Yes, Master, I came to see you." Xiao Chen distributed the things in his hand to the group of children.
There are pencils, erasers and other learning supplies inside.
The children left with their things laughing, while Xiao Chen picked up the broom and began to clean seriously.
The old Taoist priest sat aside tremblingly, watching Xiao Chen sweeping the floor with a smile.
The evening drum and morning bell, the setting sun, the fallen leaves under the parasol tree, the young man sweeping the floor, and the white-haired Taoist priest form a beautiful picture.
After sweeping the floor, Xiao Chen began to wipe the altar in the Taoist temple. He worked diligently to clean the temple.
"The destined person has arrived." Daoguan narrowed his eyes and looked towards the door.
Xiao Chen followed his gaze and saw Song Ziyan standing blankly in the setting sun.
The setting sun shone in from behind her, making her look almost breathtakingly beautiful.
"Song Ziyan? Why are you here?" Xiao Chen asked in surprise.
"I, I saw you were so mysterious at the school gate and didn't go home, so... I just followed you here." Song Ziyan was a little at a loss.
Looking at everything around her, she asked, "Xiao Chen, what's going on?"
"Come in quickly and I will tell you slowly." Xiao Chen smiled.
In the setting sun, Xiao Chen told her the story while packing his things.
"When I was twelve, I had a high fever. Neither injections nor medication worked."
"Even if we were sent to Jiangcheng's top three hospitals, the doctors were helpless."
"My life was hanging by a thread at that time. My grandmother, who was in her sixties, carried me to this Taoist temple."
"This Taoist priest's name is Xu Ruo, and his secular name is Zhang Huaigu. He saved me with a dose of Chinese medicine."
"Master is my savior, so after I come to Jiangcheng, I will take time to come to his place to help."
"Then these children..." Song Ziyan looked at the dozen or so children in the yard in confusion.
They are both boys and girls, the oldest is eight or nine years old, and the youngest is even still a toddler.
"These children are orphans, adopted by their master," Xiao Chen said. "Some of them were born with disabilities and abandoned by their parents."
"Some are born to young and ignorant parents who abandon them right after birth."
"Ah?" Song Ziyan looked at the children in the yard and felt a vague sense of sympathy.
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