Chapter 108 If yes, raise your hand

Author: Little Flower Planter

Chapter 108 If yes, raise your hand

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What's going on?

Wen Wenwen panicked, immediately squatted down and took out a pack of tissue paper from his pocket: "Stop crying, what's wrong?"

The little boy cried louder.

Wen Wenwen quickly changed direction, looked at the little girl nearest, and helped wipe away her tears.

"Don't cry. It was the teacher's fault. He didn't explain it well."

She helped wipe the little girl's tears, and her heart was broken into pieces.

A child's face is soft and tender, so he should laugh and not cry.

It was also the first time for the cameraman to encounter such a situation, and his ears were filled with the cries of children.

"Sister, how about you feed them something to eat?"

He also doesn't know how to coax children.

However, every time his relative's child cried, he would be calmed down by giving him something delicious to eat.

If you can't get enough of the delicious food, it means the problem is serious.

Wen Wen chose to listen to her brother, decisively picked up the milk tea on the girl's table and poked a hole with a straw.

If Principal Tao hadn't told them not to eat until after class, the children would have started eating.

She handed it to the girl's mouth and said softly: "Let's drink milk tea, it's delicious!"

At first, the little girl was full of resistance. After pushing twice with her little hands, she gave up.

When the straw reached her mouth, she sobbed twice and finally drank.

When the other children saw this, they stared at the milk tea on the table and looked at Wen Wenwen with tears.

"Teacher, I want to drink too~"

Who can bear this cry?

Gentle couldn't stand the pitiful look in the child's eyes and said with certainty: "Drink, drink all!"

She enthusiastically walked over, inserted the straw, and handed the milk tea in one smooth motion.

Finally, the whole class finally stopped.

Principal Tao, who was far away helping in the kitchen, was busy cooking while Mrs. Tao was adding firewood.

"Old man, did you hear anything?" Mrs. Tao suddenly raised her head and looked above her head worriedly, "Are the children crying?"

Principal Tao disagreed.

A beautiful new teacher came today. It was too late for the children to be happy. Why did they cry?

"You must have heard wrong. There was no sound. It was me cooking!" Principal Tao continued waving the shovel.

The sound soon stopped.

Mrs. Tao couldn't tell the truth, so she probably heard it wrong.

Wen Wen stood on the podium again, lowered her head, and looked at the little mushroom heads, all of them drinking milk tea obediently. She put her hands on her hips and wiped the sweat from her forehead, feeling very accomplished.

"Now, can someone tell the teacher why you were crying just now?"

The children raised their heads, with clear eyes filled with tears, but no one wanted to speak.

Wen Wenwen had no choice but to walk towards the little boy who started crying first.

When she wanted to squat down, the little boy put down the milk tea and looked away a little.

"Say it, little crybaby."

The little boy frowned and raised his head with a stubborn look on his face: "I'm not a little crybaby!"

He is a man!

The little boy seemed angry and turned around, his back to Wen Wen.

At this time, his deskmate, a well-behaved little girl, said: "Teacher, his mother went to work in a big city and never came back. People in the village said that his father and his mother divorced."

"Don't say it!" the little boy shouted angrily, trying to cover the little girl's mouth.

At this time, the little boy at the back table also spoke: "My grandma said that her mother disliked the poverty here and ran away with the rich people in the city!"

"You're talking nonsense, your mother just ran away with someone else!" The little boy turned around and tried to push the back table.

Wen Wen couldn't listen anymore, she put away her smile and said with a serious face: "Okay, don't talk nonsense."

"We shouldn't talk about other people's family affairs."

Finally, she grabbed the little boy's hand.

My deskmate moved to the side, holding the milk tea in his arms and refusing to let go.

The child's hands were still trying hard to get free.

When all his strength was exhausted, the little boy suddenly gave up and sat down again.

"The teacher was wrong. The teacher shouldn't have said this." Wen Wenwen blamed herself.

Whatever she said was bad, she had to talk about her mother.

Mom is great!

However, how many mothers in impoverished mountainous areas can accompany their children to grow up?

In order to make money, mothers, like fathers, have to stay away from home and work in towns or further cities to make money, just to support the family and give their children a better future!

But what can children understand?

They only know that they have become left-behind children, and what they have grown up with is not the love of their parents, but their grandparents and countless farm work.

The prosperity of big cities has a great impact on people in mountainous areas.

Moreover, girls here generally give birth at a very young age and are not yet mature!

How many people can keep their true intentions?

Right or wrong, it’s hard to judge!

"Teacher, let me ask if your mother is at home with you. If so, please raise your hand."

Everyone, look at me and I look at you.

In the end, only one child raised his hand tremblingly. The clothes he was wearing were very thin and shabby.

Probably realizing that he was different from everyone else, the child said softly: "My mother is not in good health~"

"It's okay." Wen Wen nodded at him, "Put your hands down, the teacher is just asking."

At this time, the children realized that almost all their mothers were not at home.

One or two are happy again.

"Teacher is here to play a game with you. This game is called drumming and passing flowers. Whoever loses will have to perform a show~"

The atmosphere is lively again...

Because roast duck burritos were delivered, the children ate less food at noon.

Wen Wen noticed that some girls only dared to drink half of the milk tea, didn't eat a bite of the roast duck burrito, and carefully placed the fruit in the drawer.

"Come, eat more food."

She thought those girls didn't like snacks, so she gave them vegetables.

"Thank you, teacher, that's enough for me!" The little girl was very well-behaved. She was afraid that Wen Wenwen would continue to pick up the food, so she took the bowl and chopsticks and sat down at another table.

"Sister-in-law, your cooking is so delicious!" Wen Wen looked at Mrs. Tao again, feeling that she was very kind, and the more she looked at her, the happier she became.

Mrs. Tao's face is round and she smiles like Maitreya Buddha.

"Then you should eat more." Mrs. Tao gave Wen Wen a large piece of steak.

The little boy next to him was greedy, so he also picked up a piece of big steak. While eating, he said, "My favorite is the big steak made by Teacher Li. We can only eat it on the day of winter vacation every year!"

You know, this school has no money.

Principal Tao and Teacher Li are talking so much that they may have been subsidizing money to run the school.

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Wen Wen suddenly felt that the food in his mouth was even more fragrant!

The old man across from me pursed his lips, you looked at me, I looked at you, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Well...you guys eat first, I'll go to Juanzi's house to have a look." Teacher Li finished the food in the bowl and left in a hurry.

When Juanzi was mentioned, Principal Tao looked helpless.

"Why did you go there? That family is unreasonable and will only scold you!"

Wen Wen was a little curious: "What's going on at Juanzi's house? Can I help?"

The monthly ticket red envelope is really fast, just swipe it and it’s gone!

Out of curiosity, is it a robot? How did you find it?
Chapter completed!