Teacher Yan walked out of the school gate with Feng Qifan, and even escorted Feng Qifan to the other side of the road outside the school gate.
Before parting ways, Teacher Yan smiled and instructed, "Feng Qifan, go straight home and don't linger on the way, okay?"
Feng Qifan nodded earnestly and said, "I know, Teacher Yan. Goodbye, Teacher Yan."
Teacher Yan waved and said, "Okay, goodbye."
After watching Feng Qifan leave, Teacher Yan crossed the road again and walked towards the teachers' residential compound next to the school.
Feng Qifan took a few steps and looked back. Seeing Teacher Yan cross the road and return to the school, he immediately started running home.
Feng Qifan didn't waste any time on the way home, running straight back.
As soon as he opened his iron gate and entered, Feng Qifan called out, "Dad, Dad, are you home?"
Hearing his son calling him from the kitchen, Feng Haidong smiled and poked his head out, asking, "What's up? Dad's cooking. Are you hungry already?"
Hearing his father in the kitchen, Feng Qifan quickly put down his schoolbag and rushed into the kitchen.
"Dad, look! This is a calligraphy practice book that my homeroom teacher gave me today."
Feng Haidong looked at the calligraphy copybook that his son had lifted high and held up in front of him for him to see—a gift from his son's homeroom teacher.
He couldn't help but feel a little strange.
Why would Teacher Yan suddenly give his son a calligraphy practice book?
Feng Haidong knew that his son's homeroom teacher did indeed write very well. It was said that many teachers and parents at the school often came to him for guidance on their children's handwriting.
But Feng Haidong didn't remember telling Teacher Yan that he wanted him to guide his son in practicing calligraphy.
What does it mean that he has now taken the initiative to give his son calligraphy practice books?
Despite his doubts, Feng Haidong smiled and replied to his son, "Not bad. It seems your homeroom teacher thinks highly of you. I hope you can improve your handwriting. Maybe he can make you the class monitor in the future."
Feng Qifan quickly said, "I don't want to be the class monitor."
Hearing his son say this, Feng Haidong couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Why? Isn't being the class monitor good?"
Feng Qifan said, "Being a class monitor is not good. You have to help the teacher handle a lot of things and also manage your classmates. I don't want to manage my classmates."
Feng Haidong smiled and patted his son's head, saying, "You little rascal, you're already worried about offending people at such a young age, aren't you?"
After hearing his father's words, Feng Qifan said with a smile, "Dad, I still want to play with many of my classmates. If I become the class monitor, I probably won't be able to play with them anymore."
Feng Haidong said, "But after you become the class monitor, you'll have other friends to play with, right?"
Feng Qifan said seriously, "I can't get along with them, it's no fun."
Feng Haidong put down his work, turned to look at his son seriously and said, "Son, you must remember that everyone will have many friends in their life. Most of these friends are just passersby on life's journey. You may be friends today, but you may not be friends tomorrow."
Some friendships will last a lifetime, while others may not; sooner or later, you will no longer be friends.
When Feng Qifan heard his father say this, he suddenly asked, "Dad, are you trying to say that there are no permanent friends, only permanent interests?"
Feng Haidong smiled and gently patted his son's head: "Dad is telling you, that's not right."
Feng Qifan asked in surprise, "Is that not right?"
Feng Haidong said, "Of course not. There are friends who will stay friends forever. As long as you get along well, or rather, you share the same interests and have the same outlook on life and values, then you will be friends forever."
Seeing that his son seemed to understand only vaguely, Feng Haidong continued, "But interests are actually devoid of emotion. If you talk about interests with people, you'll never have any friends."
At this point, she didn't care whether her son could understand her or not.
Feng Haidong placed his hands on his son's shoulders and said very seriously, "Son, you must remember that you don't need many friends in your life, but you must have one or two close friends, the kind of friends who will definitely lend a helping hand to you in your most difficult times."
After listening to his father's words, Feng Qifan thought about it carefully and said, "Dad, I don't really understand."
Feng Haidong laughed and said, "Haha, you don't need to understand it for now. You will understand it later. Go and put away the calligraphy practice book your teacher gave you. Don't get it dirty. You can practice after lunch."
Feng Qifan immediately agreed: "Okay."
Watching his son leave the kitchen, Feng Haidong realized that what he had just said to his son was a little too profound, after all, his son was only in the third grade.
Feng Haidong had almost finished cooking the dishes when his wife returned home.
Feng Qifan quickly told his mother about the calligraphy practice book his homeroom teacher had given him.
However, after returning home, Lu Wanling only responded to her son briefly before rushing into the kitchen with the newspaper to find her husband.
"Your article was actually published in the newspaper?"
As Feng Haidong carried the dishes out, he said with a smile, "Of course it has to be published in the newspaper. I'll definitely publish it after I write it, at least I can get a meat meal in return, otherwise what's the point of writing it?"
Lu Wanling said, "You just for a meal of meat?"
Feng Haidong smiled and asked in return, "Otherwise what?"
Seeing her husband's expression, Lu Wanling understood that he was deliberately teasing her.
"You really are something, but this article you wrote is really good. It has a bit of a dark humor feel to it. I'm really glad you came up with this idea to rewrite the story of your son's school like this."
Feng Haidong said with a smile, "I'm mainly doing this to protect our son. What if the homeroom teacher is petty and takes it out on our son because of the apology?"
Lu Wanling said, "Now, I'm afraid my son's homeroom teacher will not only not be angry with him, but will probably have mixed feelings of love and hate towards you. He will probably be quite polite to our son."
Feng Haidong said, "Yes, didn't I give my son calligraphy practice books this morning?"
Lu Wanling then realized that when her son came in, he was showing off the calligraphy book his teacher had given him, but she hadn't even glanced at it twice.
Thinking of this, Lu Wanling quickly left the kitchen and came to the living room where she saw her son sitting at his desk, looking at the calligraphy book that his teacher had given him.
Lu Wanling walked over and stood behind her son, also looking down at the calligraphy copybook.
"Yes, that's really good. Your teacher's handwriting is indeed very good."
Hearing his mother's voice behind him, Feng Qifan immediately looked up, turned around and saw his mother standing behind him. He smiled again and said, "Mom, look! This is a gift from my teacher. Teacher Yan told me to practice my handwriting well in the future and try to develop beautiful handwriting."
Lu Wanling smiled and said, "Then you must listen to your teacher. Since your teacher gave you a calligraphy copybook, it means that he has high hopes for you. You must not disappoint your teacher."
Feng Qifan immediately said, "I will definitely practice my calligraphy diligently."
Feng Haidong brought out the dishes and saw his son's increasingly confident demeanor, which filled him with immense joy.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
