I rewrote family history

Chapter 66 No way

There is still a little half time left for this class.

The high school students in the lecture hall guessed that the old master who left in embarrassment would not come back, but they were wrong.Half an hour before the end of get out of class, the old master rushed to the classroom.

He was dressed the same as before.Liuhe hat, long gown, reading glasses... nothing different.His goatee was neatly combed, and his braids were re-braided.

It's that old-fashioned old master.

"Continue to class!"

The old master tapped the podium with a ruler, "Do you all think that if I was beaten, I should hide in my apartment and cry bitterly? I don't think so."

He made a brief introduction.

"Where did you just talk about?" The old master continued to close his eyes and shook his head. After thinking for a while, he read: "Is there a difference between using a blade and governing? By the way, it is the chapter on benevolent government in Mencius."

With his hands behind his back, he walked with square steps, bumping up and down.

The students in the lecture hall were still intimidated by the old master's prestige as a teacher, so they kept silent, and followed the old master to learn this "Mencius" again.

Half an hour is not long.Halfway through the speech, Yoyo's bell rang.

The old master's mouth that was about to open was closed, and the words in his mouth were stuffed in his throat, and he didn't say any more.Immediately afterwards, there was another sound of chaotic steps and loud conversations outside the lecture hall.Pretending to be calm, he took out the bamboo tube placed on the lectern, gulped down a sip of water, and swallowed back the full stomach.Then he walked to the corridor outside without slowing down.

The high school students in the lecture hall stared at the old master, who disappeared after he walked around a corridor.It should be running so fast that it is difficult for them to capture the film.

The old master's residual prestige was exhausted.

When everyone left the lecture hall, there were groups of three or four, all talking about his embarrassment.

It's lunch break.

Looking at the few people, Xu Er put the books back into his bag, and he was about to leave.But when he walked to the front hall, he stopped after a thud, and his foot stepped on the shattered glass.

It is the relic of the old master in the lecture hall.

A shattered lens of reading glasses dropped to the floor.

Xu Er was stupefied and wanted to leave, but suddenly, he remembered the pots of gladiolus on the window sill of the old master's apartment.When the gladiolus was broken, he felt sorry for the old master.

He took a coarse handkerchief from his pocket.Students who go to school will basically have such a handkerchief.He squatted on the ground, picked up the pieces of glass fragments of uneven size, folded them into a coarse handkerchief, wrapped them tightly, and hid them in his sleeves.

After all, the old master has kindness to him, and he is the only one who thinks kindness.

Shaoqing, one person and one fox came to the lecturer's apartment in Dongyu.

The door of the old master's apartment was blocked by more than a dozen middle school students, who continued to yell at the old master last time.Only this time, Xu Er was not in the door.

"Look, this is a high school student that Mr. Liu values. Does he still have braids?"

The senior with disheveled hair kept a close eye on Xu Er.

"I'm here to cut your braids!"

Xu Er took a small step back in panic, but he found that the more he retreated, the more fierce the eyes of this group of people became.Maybe it was his illusion.But he doesn't want to be treated like a pig. No decent person like the old master can escape this predicament, let alone him.He simply took a few quick steps forward and said sincerely, "I'm here to cut my braids, and I asked my wife to cut my braids for me."

Finally, he approached step by step, and then left step by step.At last the danger hanging over the top dissipated, and he came to Mr.'s door.But they suddenly realized that there was a mistress standing at the door, it was the mistress who saw the movement, she was holding scissors in her hand, it was the mistress who made them temporarily dismiss their thoughts.

The doors were shut, the latticed windows shut.

The room is surrounded by smoke and clouds, just like a fairy pavilion in Qionglou.

The husband was also in the house, holding a Laodao brand cigarette between his middle finger and index finger, his eyes were worried, and he exhaled a mouthful of white smoke, "You should go home as soon as possible to avoid it, why did you come here? I can't save Mr. Zhou this time, I just hope they can calm down soon after the trouble is over."

"I don't want to make it difficult for my husband. I'm here to cut your braids."

Xu Er replied in a daze.

He knew that his overly intimate relationship with her husband might affect her husband.If he doesn't cut his braids, it will be the same as before. Some people are questioning Mr.'s "trendy".

After the "Braid Cutting Order", everyone has cut their braids, and everyone is as trendy as Mr.

And the husband married a woman with small feet.

His fashion is out of date.

"It's fine if you cut your braids. You are a student in a school, so you shouldn't have your braids. Now times have changed, and it's not the Qing Dynasty anymore. It's the Republic of China..."

"If you cut your braids, you will be free, and you will be a free citizen of the Republic of China."

Liu Changda stubbed out the cigarette butt, and forced a smile.After he finished speaking, he looked at the woman with little feet again, "Xi Jun, cut off Xu Cong's braid. Good girl, cut his hair well."

The teacher has been waiting for a long time with scissors.

Xu Er stunned and sat on the reclining chair.

With a click, a thick black braid was cut off from the back of Xu Er's head.

After cutting off the braid, Xu Er suddenly felt a moment of relief in the back of his head.

Then, it's still the same.

There is no other feeling.

"Thank you, Mistress."

Xu stood up to thank, and then took the old braid from the woman with little feet.

The old braid that got out of the back of his head fell into his hands, and he sank a little.That's right, after all, it's been braided for more than ten years, so how can it not be heavy.he thought so.

"Xu Cong, I'll let you go on vacation for a few days. You should go back first and come back to class after the situation stabilizes. Forget it, you have cut your braids, so you should be fine in school."

After Liu Changda took a sip of tea, he said something contradictory.

"If you want to ask for leave, please do so."

he said again.

The current situation in front of him is complicated and confusing. Even though he is the teacher of Shiwuzhai, he can't see it clearly.When the old master was tied to the desk like a pig, from then on, he felt that the current situation did not seem to be as good as he thought.It may also be that the rabbit died and the fox was sad, and things hurt its kind.

The middle school students thought he was different from the old master.

But in his opinion, both of them are teachers, and the old master is even better at teaching.

"Sir, I want to ask..."

Xu Er bit his lip in a daze, and asked what was on his mind, "My father...will he be the same as the old master? He is very strict with this braid. If someone cuts his braid, he will definitely not agree."

He worried about Xu San'er.

Dad probably won't be as lucky as Mr. Zhou.Secondly, the wooden door of the side room of the stable is not necessarily strong, and it should not be able to stop "them" from smashing the door.

"No, probably not. They won't take care of people like your father."

The husband smiled, "They won't care about your father's braids."

　I don’t know if you understand these two chapters...

　　There is no more in this chapter.Ugh.Even a word of cheer is fine.Without this chapter, I am afraid that someone will abandon the book.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)