Stepmother

    The principal has not slept well for two nights, and the whole person is seven or eight years older than two days earlier, as if he is directly entering old age from middle age. Song Zhaodi's light-hearted words made the principal who was waiting for her tirade choked: "Xiao Song, Teacher Yao's business is not her personal business."

    "That's right." A middle-aged male teacher said, "If something goes wrong with Mr. Yao, the students will take the opportunity to make trouble, and the school will have to suspend classes."

    Song Zhaodi: "I never lie. Principal, this teacher, if you should publish a new book, go ahead and publish a new book. The students asked about Mr. Yao, and everyone agreed that Mr. Yao was sick."

    "Does Xiao Song really have a solution?" The principal couldn't think of any way she could, and reminded, "This matter should not be publicized, the fewer people who know about it, the better."

    Song Zhaodi nodded: "I know what to do. However, I would like to remind everyone that if students desert in class, please don't beat or scold students at will."

    "We will pay attention to the method." The principal said, "Xiao Song, do you need our help?"

    Song Zhaodi said: "No. I can't even do this trivial thing, and the university will be in vain in a few years."

    Everyone suddenly thought that the youngest middle school teacher, Song Zhaodi, was a college student. If the university was not forced to suspend classes, Song Zhaodi would most likely stay at the school to teach. No matter how bad he is, he is also a high school teacher.

    The principal got up: "Comrade Song Zhaodi, please!" As he spoke, he bent down.

    Song Zhaodi was taken aback: "No, no, principal."

    "I'll help you lead the three babies." One of the female teachers in her early thirties said.

    Song Zhaodi waved her hand: "It's easier to do things when he is there. When the students asked, I said Sanwa shit. Go home and wash his ass."

    A teacher whose parents had been sent to the countryside looked at Song Zhaodi's back and worried: "She is a young man who has not experienced anything, can she do it?"

    "She can't? We can only wait for the Revolutionary Committee to investigate." The principal said, "We should trust Xiao Song."

    Song Zhaodi left the junior high school and went to the elementary school.

    The kindergarten and preschool are adjacent to the first grade. The teachers of the preschool will teach a little something. The kindergarten is a nursery class, and several teachers watch the children play.

    Song Zhaodi went to the door of the nursery class and saw Erwa following the teacher learning to fold the plane. She sighed and called him out. Immediately go to the preschool to find the big baby.

    The baby ran out and asked, "What are you looking for?"

    "Of course I have something to do with you." Song Zhaodi said, "Go get your schoolbag, let's go home now."

    The big eyes like Zhong Jianguo are full of hope: "Don't go to school?"

    "No." Song Zhaodi said to the teacher and went back with the two children.

    The weather is getting warmer and you can grow vegetables again. Sister Duan finished washing her clothes, wrapped her hair in a towel, and began to turn the floor. Hearing a familiar voice, he stood on tiptoe and looked outside, and Erwa was jumping and running towards the house.

    Sister Duan didn't even think about it, she threw her **** and walked over: "Xiao Song, why did you come back suddenly?"

    "Auntie, I was looking for you." Song Zhaodi handed the third baby to the eldest baby, "Leading my brother to play in the house, I will tell my grandma something." Then she walked into the yard.

    Sister Duan saw that she was deliberately avoiding the child, and asked: "What happened?"

    Song Zhaodi talked about the divorce between Head Qian and Teacher Yao. Seeing Sister Duan wanted to speak, Song Zhaodi grabbed her arm: "Auntie, listen to me, Teacher Yao cannot divorce. Mr. Yao was beaten as a capitalist, and the other teachers couldn't get away. If something happened to them, no one would teach our children."

    "I know." Sister Duan said, stunned, "You specifically told me that you want me to persuade?"

    Song Zhaodi: "The person who wants to divorce is the head of Qian, not Mr. Yao. You can't persuade this matter. My aunt has a lot of face here. I want to ask you to help me find out who the head of Qian is with. The female clerk came close."

    "You, what do you mean..." Sister Duan looked around and saw that no one was there, "You suspect that there is something wrong with Head Qian's life style."

    Song Zhaodi: "It's not that I doubt him. I asked someone on the way back from school, and the youngest child of Head Qian is in the third year of junior high school. It can be said that he doesn't need to worry about the three children, his wife And virtuous, why did he let the good days go?

    "Put yourself out to get promoted? He is my Uncle Liu, and Uncle Liu can work for another fifteen years. Divorce for fifteen years to be his teacher's turn? Unless his head Got caught in the door. So, I think it's just a matter of style."

    "Then, I'll go now?" Sister Duan asked.

    Song Zhaodi: "The sooner the better. The political commissar Lu has talked to the principal, and since the principal has not issued a certificate, the two have not divorced yet. If Head Qian insists on divorce, the principal will also There's no way to drag it any longer."

    "What does he think about this little money? Mr. Yao has also taught Liu Ping and Liu Wei. I heard from two children before that Mr. Yao is very gentle. She is embarrassed to speak loudly when the students make trouble. Reproach." Sister-in-law Duan frowned, "I'm still an intellectual, what a good person."

    Song Zhaodi thought to herself that good women are most likely to encounter scumbags: "Auntie, don't be emotional. Except for the teachers in the school, I will only tell you one person, you must help me keep it a secret."

    Song Zhaodi dared to look for her, knowing that she was not an ordinary housewife, and smiled: "Please aunt."

    Sister Duan waved her hand and went to the hospital with the most women.

    Song Zhaodi went back to the house and called the baby to him: "Do you know Head Qian?"

    "I don't know." Zhong Dawa was curious, "Why are you looking for him?"

    Song Zhaodi: "If I don't look for him, I will look for Qian Qinghua, the youngest son of the head of Qian. Can you go to your little friend, ask who knows Qian Qinghua, and secretly find him. Family."

    "Stepmother, why do you look like the chief spy?" Zhong Dawa looked at Song Zhaodi with suspicion.

    Song Zhaodi choked, this child is playing too much with "Down with Little Japan" and "Down with Lao Jiang": "I want to do something very secret, even your father can't tell. Zhong Dawa, you are a six-year-old man, can you accomplish this task?"

    "Linzhong must know." Zhong Dawa didn't want to be looked down upon by Song Zhaodi, "But Linzhong is at school."

    Song Zhaodi: "I guess you must have a way to call them out without disturbing anyone."

    "Of course!" Zhong Dawa said without hesitation.

    Song Zhaodi: "Go now, come over from your grandfather Liu when you come back, don't let Lin Zhong's mother see it, or she will chase you and ask what to do with Lin Zhong."

    "Okay." Zhong Dawa agreed and ran to school.

    The family home is very close to the school for children of the army. Zhong Dawa stepped on her short legs and reached the fifth grade where Lin Zhong was in within ten minutes. Googling called out Lin Zhong, and asked Lin Zhong to help him find Qian Qinghua.

    Today is the first day of school. The students are all in the school. Lin Zhong, who does not know Qian Qinghua, shouts at the door of the third grade, Qian Qinghua, your father is looking for you. Called people out.

    Qian Qinghua, thin and tall, went to the door, didn't see his father, a small one on the left and a half-large on the right, stunned: "Who are you?"

    "Look for someone who has something to do with you." Lin Zhong, who was a head shorter than him, grabbed Qian Qinghua and pulled him outside.

    Wengzhou Island is the site of the East China Sea Fleet, the island is very safe. Qian Qinghua also saw that the people who were looking for him were two children, and they couldn't beat him if they went in together, so he simply followed the two out of the school to see what they were going to do.

    At the door of Zhong's house, Qian Qinghua understood: "Zhong Dawa, is my father at your house?"

    "No, I, my mother is looking for you." Zhong Dawa pushed the person in, "In the forest, thank you."

    Lin Zhong waved his hand: "You're welcome. Next time you cook something delicious, help me steal it, and I'll help you."

    "Okay." Zhong Dawa agreed, "I'll find you at noon."

    The twelve-year-old boy showed his big white teeth. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed that the door of his house was moving, and he ran away.

    Qian Qinghua heard about Song Zhaodi from his mother's mouth, and was even more puzzled, Song Zhaodi didn't ask his mother for something, what would he do?

    Song Zhaodi did not go around the corner, and drove the eldest baby and the second baby upstairs, and asked, "Qinghua, do you want your father and your mother to divorce?"

    "How do you know?" Qian Qinghua blurted out.

    Song Zhaodi raised her eyebrows: "Don't worry about how I know. I asked you if you are like your father and despise your mother?"

    "I—" On Wengzhou Island, apart from the fishermen, who are members of the military, there is no one to criticize. As a result, the children here are very unfamiliar with the "revolution". Qian Qinghua knew for a long time that his grandfather's family was rich, but no one ever told him that he could not communicate with his grandfather's family.

    Song Zhaodi: "Your mother is also a party member. The organization allows her to join the party, which means that your mother's identity is not a problem. The army allows your mother to join the army, which also means that she has no problem—"

    Qian Qinghua actually couldn't understand, how the **** he became a "seven black", she couldn't help but ask, "Then why did my father say not to talk to my mother? Divorce, my mother will affect our whole family?"

    Song Zhaodi told her guess, and despite Qian Qinghua's shock, she continued: "Do you want a mom who is not a few years older than you, or do you want your mom?"

    "I, it's impossible!" Qian Qinghua stared, "My dad is not that kind of person at all. I, I shouldn't have come here." After speaking, he turned and walked out.

    Song Zhaodi had expected that he would be very excited: "Wait. Your father is really not that kind of person, I will advise your mother, when she divorces from your father, I will let her go to our village. Our village is a mountain nest, and the revolutionaries do not go there.

    "But I've heard rumors that your dad is very close to a lesbian. The reason I brought you here is to make you look it up secretly. There's no such thing, I As if nothing was heard."

    "Why should I help you check my father?!" Qian Qinghua felt that this was simply inexplicable.

    Song Zhaodi smiled and picked up the letter on the table: "If you don't check it, I will hand this letter to the commander of the military region, saying that your father's life style is wrong."

    "You, how can you do this?" Qian Qinghua's eyes widened in disbelief, "You slandered others without verification—"

    Song Zhaodi is very bachelor: "I'm busy and don't have time to check. Once this letter is delivered, your father will be suspended for inspection if there is any problem."

    "Then if I find out my dad, he-"

    Song Zhaodi: "I listened to Teacher Yao, and she will do what she says." Pause, "Qian Qinghua, your mother is now in her forties and has never done farm work, you Want your mother to spend the rest of her life in the countryside? She died at some point."

    As soon as the word "dead" came out, the balance in Qian Qinghua's heart instantly fell to his mother.

    Song Zhaodi saw the opportunity and continued: "Your mother has been with the army for so many years, and has hardly gotten along with her family. Even if your grandmother and uncle are capitalists, what does it have to do with her?

    "There is a saying in our countryside, the girl who is married is the water that is poured out. From the moment your mother married your father, she is your family, and it will be buried in your ancestral grave a hundred years later. inside.

    "The Yao family only treats her as a relative now. Just because the relative is a capitalist or a rich peasant, it must be divorced. Half of the couples in the country have to divorce."

    Qian Qinghua thought about it carefully, he really never went back to his mother's house. Because they have to attend classes and take care of their siblings, it would be nice to be able to go back once every two years.

    Song Zhaodi: "Your father and Captain Zhong are comrades-in-arms. I don't want to slander our old Zhong's comrades-in-arms, so I asked Dawa to find you. But your attitude disappointed me so much."

    "Mr. Song, you, you too—" Pointing to the letter on the table, Qian Qinghua said, "You scared me too."

    Song Zhaodi: "I didn't want to scare you. Your father is not at home all the year round, and your mother takes care of you. I thought that when I told you about this, you would turn to your mother. Trust your father, doubt your mother.

    "As for this letter, it was not addressed to the military leaders, but was delivered by the postman. When I was not at home, the postman delivered the letter to Lin's next door. Before you came in, Lin Zhong's mother had just Walk."

    Qian Qinghua was stunned: "I, I heard from the first-year students that Teacher Song is very good, and I thought they were exaggerating, but I didn't expect, I didn't expect you to be so good."

    Song Zhaodi smiled: "To go or not to go? If you don't go, I don't mind writing a letter."

    "What should I do?" Qian Qinghua didn't dare to underestimate Song Zhaodi.

    Song Zhaodi: "Go to your dad's study to find out if there are any love poems or tokens of love. Think back to which woman often goes to your dad. Art troupes, hospitals, schools, supply and marketing cooperatives, non-staple food factories. , and the fishermen on the island. It's easy to find out about these aspects."

    "Simply put."

    Song Zhaodi: "It's very simple. When you go to the supply and marketing agency, you can ask casually if your dad has ever bought cigarettes or matches. When you go to the hospital, you can ask your dad if he has taken gauze or Potion. I'm sure you'll find out tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

    "I'll try." Qian Qinghua said.

    Song Zhaodi: "I hope you don't be stupid and tell your dad about it in advance, it won't do him any good."

    "Who else knows about this besides you?" Qian Qinghua didn't want to **** away, he was willing to check. He was also afraid that if he hadn't found out, others would stab the matter to the commander.

    Song Zhaodi: "Several teachers in the school know about it. I didn't know about your mother until I arrived at school in the morning. However, they won't be meddling.

    "Mr. Yao's affairs have nothing to do with me, but our three babies are still wearing shoes made by your mother. Mr. Yao is so kind to our three babies, I can't pretend I don't know ."

    Qian Qinghua noticed the tiger-toed shoes on Sanwa's feet when he came in, thinking that it was at most ten o'clock at the moment, he couldn't help sighing: "I came up with this in just two hours or so. Fazi, Teacher Song, I admire you."

    "You're welcome!" Song Zhaodi said, "Don't let me down again."