Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   got off the train and took the truck again. After half an hour, the two of Su Haitang finally reached their destination, and then parted ways.

"Teacher Wong."

  Su Haitang looked around at the door of the simple classroom, and when the sound of reading pinyin came to an end, she knocked on the door lightly and called out.

  Wang Baichuan settled the children and came over to open the door.

   A burst of hot air escaped from the cracks in the thick door curtains that had been lifted, and slammed into Su Haitang's face.

   "Are you here? Come in."

  Wang Baichuan warmly greeted her to enter, turned around and shouted at the naughty little boy: "Huang Yicheng, you are still making a fool of yourself, your aunt is here!"

   Huang Yicheng turned his head sharply, rushed over like a small cannonball, hugged Su Haitang's leg, raised his head and smiled like a sunflower!

   "Auntie you are here! I miss you so much!"

  Shi Zhongtian and Mi Jiajia crowded around, raising their heads like little chicks and calling out to their aunt.

  Su Haitang hugged them one by one, and walked towards Lin Qingluan, who was sitting quietly in the seat, her eyes shrouded in worry.

   "Qingluan, I haven't seen you for two weeks. You are beautiful again, and your handwriting has improved a lot."

  The children rushed to present their treasures with their notebooks, even Shi Zhongtian, who was more than two years old, was no exception.

  Su Haitang simply complimented them one by one, and everyone didn't bring heavy things. The children were satisfied with their praise, and they sat well beside her.

  Wang Baichuan never tire of watching this scene of love.

   "Mr. Su, what game do you teach us to play today?"

   Wang Baichuan smiled when he saw that Su Haitang had greeted several children.

  Su Haitang took out two bags of big white rabbits to attract the children's attention.

   "Let's learn boxing today, whoever learns well will be rewarded with a candy; next time I come, whoever does well will be rewarded."

  The children roared.

  Su Haitang and Wang Baichuan moved the simple desks around the classroom, vacating the central space, and asked the children to stand in a row and pose, teaching them to play military boxing.

  It is inconvenient to play outdoors in winter, but it is natural for children to be active. Learning boxing can strengthen their body. If they encounter danger in the future, they may be able to bluff people, which is not harmful.

   "Stand up first, this is the preparatory position, learn from me."

  The children stood up straight, their small fists clenched around their waists.

  Su Haitang came down and adjusted their postures one by one, complimenting them from time to time.

   "Very good, next, let's start, lunges and punches!"

   After practicing a few tricks, the little ones were already tired. Su Haitang gave out candy to stimulate the children's motivation. After holding on for a while, she announced to rest.

  Su Haitang left some stationery for the children, and took a few children to pick up the two older children from the temporary elementary school next door.

   "Auntie, what's for lunch?"

   Huang Yicheng jumped up and down excitedly, and was about to hang it on Su Haitang's thigh and asked her to drag her away.

  Su Haitang slowed down, holding two-year-old Shi Zhongtian in her arms, motioning for the children to pull their clothes and walk together.

   "There are shrimps, fish, chicken legs and ribs, as well as eggs, greens, and delicious snacks. I'll eat more later."

"Great!"

  The children were joyful, smiling innocently, temporarily forgetting the grief of losing a loved one.

  Su Haitang showed a gratified smile, turned her head to catch a glimpse of Lin Qingluan who was still silent, and sighed helplessly.

   This child is five years old, remembering things, especially unacceptable for the death of his parents, but he will only cry silently and silently, and his heart is broken.

   "Qingluan, my aunt made you your favorite fennel pork dumplings, can you eat nine of them today?"

   "Auntie, I can eat ten!" Mi Jiajia's little milk voice was crunchy, and she happily compared five fingers!

   "I can eat fifteen!" Huang Yicheng was not to be outdone!

   "I, I can eat more than you!" Xu Meihua followed suit inarticulately.