After boiling, the hot water was placed in the thermos at the base of the kitchen wall.
After Tang Miao finished speaking, He Xiao stood at the kitchen door without moving. Tang Miao looked at him, still smiling, then put down the dishes in his hands and stood up to get the thermos.
Tang Miao paused as he stood up, and stood there, facing the ground and moving towards the thermos. While He Xiao was speaking, his head had already turned and looked at He Xiao.
He turned his head to look at He Xiao, and He Xiao was also looking at him. As if he was afraid that he didn't hear clearly, He Xiao.
He Xiao even explained the reason for using hot water.
While explaining this, Tang Miao had already turned his body back towards the thermos, stood up at the table, and looked at He Xiao. After He Xiao stood up, he made sure he understood what he meant, and without saying anything more, he turned around and left the kitchen.
The tall figure of the man disappeared at the kitchen door.
After he left, the light from the school, which was originally blocked by his figure, also faintly poured in. At Tang Miao's position, the light could only reach his feet. Tang Miao stood there, staring at the area outside the kitchen door in a daze.
Perhaps He Xiao did not refuse the preparation of dinner because he had to eat.
Washing your hair is as necessary as three meals a day, so if you have the initiative, you can refuse the prepared hot water.
I don't know why these behaviors should be described as such. But no matter what the behavior is, He Xiao said that he accepts it.
Tang Miao stood at the dining table, and in his mind, the colorful and thick threads were tangled up again. The tangled threads rubbed and cut against each other, and even generated some heat, clogging his chest.
Tang Miao felt like he had a ball of hot hemp rope in his chest. If the rope was cut, he didn't know how to untie it or how to take it.
Long after He Xiao left, the quiet campus was filled with the sounds of dormitory doors opening and closing, and the sound of watering something from the faucet at the sink. In such a quiet space, the sounds penetrated the walls and the open kitchen door. Tang Miao stood at the dining table in a daze for a while, and finally sat down again and finished his dinner.
As for the new teachers in the school, students are curious and fearful at first, but as they stay in the school longer, their feelings towards them gradually calm down.
But the so-called gentleness is only compared to the impact of the first lesson. To the students, He Xiao is still a very novel teacher.
It comes from He Xiao’s appearance, temperament and personality.
He Xiao's appearance and temperament are hard to ignore even in a crowded city, let alone in a sparsely populated mountainous area.
For me, it is like watching a piece of art. At first, I only dared to peek secretly, but now I can watch it openly.
Basically, He Xiao could only watch openly.
He Xiao’s other foreign teacher, Tang Miao, is the same.
Tang Miao has a good personality. Even when we just met, he was very close to me, with a warm warmth, like the sunshine at noon in winter, giving me bright and hot light.
But He Xiao is like the moon at night. It is very beautiful, and its light is bright enough, but the light it emits, accompanied by the darkness, has no temperature or vitality, and makes people dare not touch it.
Although just now, Teacher Tang said that Teacher He is actually very kind. Even though he looks a little serious, he is actually very gentle.
Although after the first mechanical teaching, the second, third, fourth... Teacher He also gradually changed his style and would occasionally communicate with the students about things in the mountains in class.
But no matter how hot it is, there is always an outer shell that makes people dare not approach it, so compared with Teacher He, my family is closer to Teacher Tang.
After the relationship between the child and He Xiao had made a little progress and stagnated, the relationship between Tang Miao and He Xiao also seemed to be at a stalemate for the second time.
Tang Miao still took the trouble to prepare three meals a day, hoping that He Xiao would get more nutrition. He would also boil hot water for him, hoping that he would not catch a cold when washing his hair. However, He Xiao ate three meals a day as usual, but never used hot water, and even only used cold water to wash his head.
Although He Xiao always washed his hair and took a shower with cold water, the cold that Tang Miao was worried about never happened.
He Xiaogang was no different. He was like a stone that fell into a pile of sand. As time went by, he slowly began to blend into the sand, but he was still very different from the sand.
School life continued like this for a week.
He Xiaozhou arrived at the school. When he arrived at the school, Tang Miao took care of half of the school life. After that, he had five classes in a row.
Teacher He Xiaoxin. I am very familiar with teaching and preparing lessons, but it is also difficult. I gradually adapted to the principal and other teachers through my own exploration, and gradually got better.
Tang Miao didn't have many music classes. Sometimes after class, he would stand by the handrail at the entrance of the music classroom and listen to the teacher's lecture in the teaching building.
Later, only He Xiao's voice could be heard.
Tang Miao held the handrail and listened to He Xiao's quiet lecture. He felt that his knowledge had been enriched a lot.
The voice was nice, and it was quite interesting to listen to the lecture. As Tang Miao listened, he could hear the class unconsciously.
When the bell rang, He Xiao also stopped the class and said "class". The monitor shouted "stand up", and the child said "goodbye, teacher". Then He Xiao responded habitually, packed up the textbooks on the desk, opened the door and left the classroom.
The sound ended with the sound of the desk being packed and the textbooks hitting the desk. After the classroom door opened, the whole teaching building was filled with the cheerful voices of the children.
Today is the same as in the past. This Friday, tomorrow is the weekend, and the children seem to be more active and happy than usual. When Tang Miao was listening, he heard the sound of students kicking and stomping on the stairs after a while.
Tang Miao spent all his weekends at school. Sometimes he would be dragged by the children to chop wood, herd sheep, or cut grass for pigs, pick mushrooms and bamboo shoots, and he would follow them, play around, and pick some edible fruits or mushrooms.
After taking it back, Tang Miao looked at the child and smiled.
After the girl finished speaking, the students who were originally talking at once stopped talking, looked at each other, and then looked at Tang Miao at the same time.
It was six in the morning, and the location was the school. I got my things from home, went to the school to find Tang Miao, and then set out from the back door of the school.
"Teacher, Jiyu, the waterfall in the back mountain is alive. Let's go and see it tomorrow?"
Tang Miao has the most time with the fourth and fifth graders. Because the second graders are older than the first to third graders, and their studies are not as heavy as the sixth graders. What's more, most of the second graders live in the village where the school is located.
Fourth-grade students are older than third-grade students. At the age of ten, they are basically old enough to help their parents with work in the village.
While everyone was making their plans, a girl who was also participating in the event suddenly said something.
When Tang Miao showed great interest in this, he would ask every day after school.
Yesterday afternoon, there was another continuous heavy rain in the mountainous area, so the waterfall came back to life, and the child thought of taking Tang Miao to see it.
Tang Miao’s class is so serious.
However, because there is little rain in winter and spring, the waterfall is in a "dead" state. When it rains more in summer, the rainwater accumulates on the rocks and pours down the cliff, forming a waterfall, which is very beautiful.
As the first person to climb the stairs rushed in, Tang Miao looked back with a smile. When the students saw his smile, they shouted with a grin.
As Tang Miao nodded, the boy immediately began to gather his companions.
". I'm here to cut grass for the pigs."
Tang Miaozhou’s last class.
They were old playmates, and Tang Miao was almost always one of them. After the arrangement, the boy agreed on a time and a place.
"But the mountain road will be easier to walk on after the rain. If it's slippery, you might fall. Why not wait until summer? The amount of rain is always high. Even if it clears up occasionally, the waterfall will dry up. It will be safer then."
Tang Miao sat on the piano stool, surrounded by a group of children. The boy holding the piano said something to Tang Miao.
After the boy finished speaking, Tang Miao remembered that place and looked at the boy with a smile, his eyes full of surprise, and said with a smile: "Really?"
"Yes." Tang Miao nodded.
"I'm familiar with the roads there, so it's okay even if it rains," Tang Miao said, "no need to worry."
"Picking bamboo shoots."
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"Just asking."
The first one rushed to the door of the music classroom, followed by the second and third. Tang Miao stood up and entered the music classroom, and the children also pushed each other and rushed in with smiles.
After asking this question, several people in the class raised their hands.
"Teacher He also lives in the school, so he's bringing one with him?"
"The teacher will leave anyway, right?"
It is indeed predicted that it will rain tonight. And the rain waterfall will be alive forever. But at the same time, the deep mountains after the rain are not so convenient. So after the boy finished speaking, the other boy said.
After asking, Tang Miao looked at the boy. The boy pursed his lips shyly when Tang Miao looked at him. Tang Miao smiled and said, "Yes, I can walk."
"And picking mushrooms."
Everyone was watching him intently. Tang Miao blinked and also regained his composure.
After a while, all the students in the classroom were present.
"Hello, Teacher Tang!"
"But I still want to see it earlier." Tang Miao said with a smile.
After a while, everyone talked a lot and decided on the itinerary for tomorrow morning. In this way, there were only Tang Miao, the boy, and four or five other students.
Tang Miao has been in school for half a year and has never seen the waterfall. But he knows where it is.
Several children looked in the direction. Tang Miao met her gaze, and after the girl finished speaking, she calmed down a little.
"To whom?"
After the students crowded in, there were still a few minutes before the class started. The students surrounded Tang Miao and chatted with him chatteringly.
After the student called out, Tang Miao stood up straight with a smile, "Come into the classroom."
"..."
After making the proposal, the boy looked at Tang Miao and asked a question.
"Really." The boy nodded confidently, "It's still raining tonight. We should still be able to see it tomorrow morning."
A few weeks later, when they were picking mushrooms, they reached the deepest part of the mountain. There was a wet rock cliff. When Tang Miao saw the strange shapes of the rocks, they were quite magnificent, so he stood there and stared at them for a while. Then the children who were with him told him that there was actually a waterfall there.
After hearing what Tang Miao said, the boy at the beginning also became happy, "Then tomorrow morning."
After Tang Miaoyang finished speaking, the boy looked up.
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