"Do you understand?"
Gu Huai tilted his head.
Xihe blinked and nodded: "Thank you, teacher, I understand."
She wants to be a smart and good student.
Gu Huai was instantly satisfied, a smile on his face: "Okay, I have another set of papers here, take it back and try to write it. If you don't understand, just ask me."
Xihe took it obediently.
Gu Huai stood up: "Okay, let's go home."
Xihe didn't leave immediately. Instead, he took out a jar from his schoolbag and put it on the table: "Teacher Gu, this is the pickled cabbage my mother made. Try it."
She was a little embarrassed, her eyes moist: "I made it at home, I hope the teacher doesn't mind."
Gu Huai was stunned and quickly refused: "No, no, you can eat it yourself, no need to give it to me."
How could he have the nerve to take students' things, especially when everyone's living conditions were so difficult?
Gu Huai refused repeatedly and wanted to stuff it into Xihe's schoolbag.
Xihe hid his schoolbag behind his back and said, "The teacher always pays for our meals out of his own pocket. I just brought some pickles from my own garden for the teacher to change the taste. Why is that not okay?"
"Teacher, please take it. You're welcome."
Gu Huai was stunned. He didn't expect that Xihe would find out that he paid for the students' improved meals.
In fact, he accidentally discovered one day that everyone only ate sweet potatoes and corn for lunch, and sometimes hard rice balls. He felt very distressed, so he spent money to buy some food, and never thought of letting everyone know.
Gu Huai blushed: "Actually, it's not much money..."
Xihe immediately said, "We made this at home. It's just a token of our appreciation. It's not worth much."
Books, students' exercises, and a water cup were neatly arranged on the desk. Xihe placed the can on the desk and quickly turned to leave: "Teacher, I'm going home first. Goodbye!"
"Why!"
Gu Huai waved his hand, and Xihe slipped away quickly.
The sky was gloomy. Xihe and Xiaocao girl were walking on the road. She was humming a song and looked very happy.
Little Grass suddenly became curious: "Xiaohua, why are you so happy today?"
Xihe skipped and jumped, bent down and picked a small yellow daisy on the roadside: "Is it so obvious?" He held the flower to his nose and smelled it.
Xiao Cao nodded: "It's very obvious, did you pick up money?"
Xihe: “…”
Rolling his eyes at her speechlessly, Xihe smiled smugly: "It's happier than picking up money."
at the same time,
In the school dormitory, Teacher Gu prepared a meal, one dish and one soup. After thinking for a while, he opened the pickles that the students had given him in the afternoon.
The crisp smell of bamboo shoots hits your nose, instantly making your mouth water.
Teacher Gu's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but pick up a piece with chopsticks to taste it. He nodded and said it was not bad.
If Gouzi knew this, he would definitely sneer: How can it be good? It's mixed with spiritual spring water.
Use its things to pretend to be a good person,
Only this shameless woman could do such a thing.
Xihe heard it and said, "What's yours is mine, isn't it?"
Gouzi: Don’t criticize me!
The next day,
Feeling very embarrassed, Teacher Gu distributed biscuits to everyone during lunch break, and specially gave Xihe the best tasting one.
When I was explaining the questions to Xihe after school, I stuffed a lot of things into her hands.
Xihe took it with a smile.
So when Teacher Gu had almost finished eating the bamboo shoots, he was given a jar of pickles with different flavors.
Gu Huai: "..."
Looking at the people running away, I felt helpless, but couldn't help but smile on my face. The students at Qingyang Middle School are so enthusiastic.
Classmates: ???
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