Siheyuan: starting from prying the corner of the silly column

Chapter 183
My heart was up and down, uneasy.

Sticky didn't know how the next few classes were going to be - although he didn't know at first, and he didn't listen to the class at first.

But in this heart, I really panic and feel uncomfortable.

Did anyone actually see me stealing?
Who told Teacher Ran?
Will Teacher Ran really ask someone to arrest me and go to jail tomorrow?
These three questions kept lingering in his mind, and the stick was really panicked and confused.

When it was time to leave school, the students yelled and started to go home.

Stick stem walked out of the classroom door and stood there for several minutes

Finally, he walked slowly to the outside of the school.

It's okay, silly Zhu said it all, I'm a child, and if a child is a little naughty, adults won't care about me!

nothing……

Walking out of the school gate, Stick is in a hurry and is about to leave.

"elder brother!"

Xiao Dang had been waiting at the school gate for more than ten minutes. When he saw the stick coming out, he quickly called to stop him, which shocked him.

"What are you doing!" BangGou asked unhappily, "You traitor, don't talk to me!"

Xiao Dang stared at him: "It's fine if you don't talk to me, are you still going home? Do you still recognize our mother?"

"What are you doing at home? Eat corn bread? I'm a fool to go home and eat corn bread!"

Stick said disdainfully: "I'm at Sha Zhu's house, I eat delicious food every day, can you eat it? When I get home, my mother will beat me up, you don't know!"

"Uncle Ma Hua's house will also give you delicious food." Xiao Dang tried to get Bang Giao to go home, "You go home and admit your mistake to Mom, isn't that all right?"

"I'm not wrong!" exclaimed the stick, "I don't eat Mahua's food either!"

Having said that, Bang Geng was already impatient, pushed Xiao Dang away, and walked away quickly.

Being blocked by Jia Dang, the family affairs attracted the attention of the stick, but the stick also forgot today's worry and fear.

Ran Qiuye sat in the office, waiting until it was getting dark.

None of the students came to confess to her.

Ran Qiuye looked at the night in disappointment, locked the office door, pushed his bicycle, and went home.

"Why did you come back so late today?"

Ran Qiuye's mother served her a meal while talking.

"It's frustrating to encounter something." Ran Qiuye told the story in a muffled voice.

After listening to it, Ran Qiuye's father said, "Whether the thief is from your class or not, or if there is only one person, don't hesitate to inform the school tomorrow."

"The school should not easily send students to jail, and it must be resolved internally as much as possible."

"You have to understand what it means to a school to send a student to jail and make things big; unless it is a last resort, it must be the first offense and be resolved through coordination."

"Especially for your class, who will graduate from elementary school in two or three months, do you think the school will punish you severely to the end and deliberately make trouble?"

Ran Qiuye's father's words made Ran Qiuye feel relieved immediately.

She was sad along the way that there were such thieves among her classmates, and they had no trust in her and no thought of repentance.

Of course, he was also hesitating, whether he would ruin the child's life after reporting to the school.

Hearing what his father said, Ran Qiuye was relieved when he knew that the school would definitely be willing to pass through the last period of the elementary school graduation class smoothly.

Let the school check it, there is nothing I can do.

Anyway, even if it is found out who is a thief, he must be educated to improve, so that he will not be punished severely, sent to work-study schools, juvenile detention centers and other places.

In this way, Ran Qiuye was relieved.

"Well, thank you, Dad, I know what to do tomorrow."

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The half-closed old ladies in paint and powder came back from the outside, carrying a bunch of things in their hands.

Wine, meat, dishes, and peanuts must all be reserved for guests.

Especially the guests who are willing to spend money and spend lavishly.

For the old women, they have long had experience in this area, and it is not enough to split their legs to make money.At her age, it would be nonsense to say that she is young and beautiful, and she is about the same as an ordinary wife in terms of figure and appearance. At most, she can dress up, and she is a little more eye-catching than ordinary housewives.

But why did people come to her?

Isn't it because she knows how to serve others, and she can be a "master" with her?
When guests come, the old ladies watch their words and expressions, laugh with them carefully, and never dislike them-the couple who live at home dislike each other too much; when they go to bed at night, there are too many people who don't want to do it today and don't want to do it tomorrow!

So, ladies, let the guests eat, drink, and have fun. Going to bed is very important, but not that important—some people rush to go to bed, and they are all short-term guests. The real long-term guests are for relaxation and happiness. , there was a woman serving with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

Some are bachelors, some are married and have unspeakable hardships, and most of them are people who can't control their temper and like to enjoy themselves...

Waiting for the guests to eat and drink well, the old women can bring food and drink to the third lame.

Therefore, the old women put all these things in the kitchen cabinet of their own house, and then came to lie in the lame lad's arms, letting him touch his chest and talk.

"How is it outside? Is there any stubborn master looking for me?" The third lame asked.

"I didn't meet you when I went out today." The old woman said, "Third brother, do you think they have forgotten about this matter?"

"Forget, who can forget about making money? Can you forget which day you don't open the door to welcome guests? Did you go around the places I mentioned?" The third lame asked again, "Did you see The new Buddha set up a stick?"

"Yes, after looking around, I didn't find any new Buddha."

said the old women.

The third child limped and snorted: "It's normal if you don't see it, and you don't know if the big bared teeth are waiting for me to go out, or if other 'Buddhas' have already arrived."

The old lady took out a cloth pocket and gestured to him: "I don't know, I can't see any mystery, I will listen to whatever you say. Look, what did I pick up when I went out this time?"

"I don't know whose children threw so many pens, erasers, and pencils at the place you mentioned..."

"A dozen pens alone are worth five or six yuan, right?"

The third lame was strange: "What's the mess? Whose child?"

"Where did you pick it up?"

"Just where you said, it's a small dilapidated courtyard, where there is a crooked tree, half dead..." said the old lady.

The youngest lame looked down at the stationery, thoughtfully, and slowly laughed: "Interesting... really interesting..."

"Aren't these the stationery used by elementary school students?"

"Well, they are elementary school students, but not every child can afford a pen." The old woman said.

The third child laughed lamely: "What a born thief, this kid is interesting!"

"Who?"

"It's the boy named Bangter."

"What does it have to do with him?" asked the old woman. "You mean, he stole all these things?"

"Yes, he stole it."

The third lame said with certainty: "The other little birds I raised didn't go to school; only he, who learned a little bit from me, is still in school, and he still knows about the little broken courtyard of the crooked head tree."

"He stole so many things from his classmates, he couldn't put them in the school, he couldn't take them home, so of course he threw them in the small courtyard."

The old women nodded, suddenly: "So, the third child is still your eyesight, this kid is really a born thief!"

"Last time, maybe it was discovered by the parents or the teacher, didn't he do it on purpose?"

"Probably not."

The third lame smiled: "However, when we meet next time, I have to give him a blow."

"Otherwise, he can't be obedient."

"As long as he listens, it will be easy."

"When you are free, go to Hongxing Elementary School to inquire about this kid named Jia Geng. Let's prepare for it. Maybe we can make a lot of money with this kid."

The third child limped and rolled his eyes, and told the old women: "When you have inquired about it, and it is sure that it is calm outside, I should make a move."

The old ladies nodded, indicating that they remembered.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.

The old women hurriedly put on their clothes, closed the small door, and opened the door with warm surprises on their faces: "Hey, you haven't been here for a few days, I miss you!"

The guests come to the door, and the guests are picked up.

(End of this chapter)