Back To Eighty

"You teach me a lesson."

Lu Huai'an smiled and added: "Help me with tutoring, just lay the foundation."

He still trusts Li Peilin's teaching level.

If he couldn't do it, the principal wouldn't bother to dig him out of the valley to be their teacher in the training class.

And what he mainly likes is Li Peilin's ability to teach students according to their aptitude.

He didn't have that much time, so he went to school to study step by step.

I can't be sure of my IQ either, so I just learn to be able to compete with the students.

Then use the existing resources and take a shortcut!

Li Peilin pressed his forehead and wanted to laugh: "I've already packed my luggage..."

He made a plan. After he brought things back, he would start recruiting students, and it was estimated that he would visit the homes of many students.

I don't know if they have finished the homework left before I came out. I chose him as a math teacher to go, and the Chinese teacher took the class. I don't know if it can be done...

But... Lu HuaiAnti's condition made him unable to refuse.

Li Peilin didn't think for too long. He took a sip of tea and calmed down: "Okay, since you're willing to learn, I'll teach it."

"Just make up this summer vacation. I have a good foundation, and I will find someone to teach me later."

Lu Huai'an also knew that he cared about the school children and would not waste his time.

"it is good."

Because the training class is over, the dormitory has to be moved out.

Zhou Lecheng moved to Lankeng Village, and Shen Ruyun moved back home. Li Peilin was planning to go back, but suddenly he didn't return, and all the applications for leaving the dormitory were filed.

"Go to my house."

"Go to my house."

Lu Huai'an turned around and found that it was Teacher Du who spoke in unison with him.

She smiled at him, and Teacher Du said hello: "I'm sorry, I just heard it."

He happened to be a local, not far from Lu Huai'an's house: "If you don't dislike it, you can live wherever you want. My family is just me and my mother."

Lu Huai'an sincerely invited Li Peilin, but Li Peilin still refused: "I'll live at Teacher Du's house."

After all, I live in a colleague's house, so it's a bit strange to live in a student's house.

The book and pen and paper were all ready-made. Li Peilin engraved two sets of papers in the evening to get a feel for Lu Huai'an's foundation.

"Language is also some basic questions, and composition is relatively simple." Li Peilin smiled, took the tea and sat down safely: "The first page of mathematics is the basic questions, and the difficulty gradually increases after that. You try to do it first, and you are sure of it. Yes, it doesn't matter if you can't do it."

Lu Huai'an took a deep breath, and the scent of Mo smelled: "Okay, I'll try it first."

Lu Huaian thought that he would definitely not be able to write ancient poems silently, but the result was "Qinyuan Spring?? Snow".

He can not only memorize this poem, but also write it. Many TV dramas have it.

All beginnings are hard.

After finishing the first question, Lu Huai'an really calmed down and began to write.

Write what you can do, skip it if you can't.

When he was handed in, he actually wrote the third page of mathematics.

Li Peilin took the test paper and frowned.

"I can't read the fourth page." Lu Huai'an said frankly, "I really can't do it."

"Well, it's fine." Having a basic understanding of his level, Li Peilin is not surprised.

Taking advantage of Lu Huai'an's time to cook with Shen Ruyun, Li Peilin quickly evaluated the test paper.

On the whole, he had a more accurate grasp of Lu Huai'an's level.

only……

"Mr. Li, it's time to eat."

Li Peilin frowned slightly and endured it for a long time, but finally he couldn't hold back: "Student Lu, this, the meaning of the composition is to write an article by yourself and write out your true feelings."

"Huh? Yes." Lu Huai'an felt that his writing was smooth.

"Did you write it yourself?" Li Peilin looked at him with some doubts, and pointed to the composition: "Why do you feel old-fashioned about these insights written here?"

From small to large, from point to surface.

From trivial matters to major national events, analyzing the pros and cons of introducing foreign garbage to the country is a straight line.

It is indeed very imposing, but it is too imposing, like a leader's comment, like a bystander, but it is not like a composition written by a student.

"..." Lu Huaian sighed in his heart.

No way, he really hasn't written an article for a long time, he just writes whatever comes to his mind.

He could only bite the bullet and smiled: "It's just that I went to buy a few days ago. When I saw this, I wrote it when I thought of it."

Did you experience it personally... Li Peilin frowned and took a closer look. Apart from being too old-fashioned, the narrative was indeed a little stiff.

After reading it several times, he gradually accepted Lu Huai'an's statement: "Sorry, it's my limitations."

After dinner, Li Peilin brought the test paper back.

Shen Ruyun looked at Lu Huaian curiously and was quite surprised: "I just read the article you wrote, it's really good!"

"Just make fun of me." Lu Huai'an glanced at her and sneered, "It's really good to write nonsense!"

"It's true!" Seeing that he didn't believe it, Shen Ruyun became anxious and sat next to him: "Although the description is a bit hard, it's quite interesting. Did you really see the container? Didn't you go to Dingzhou? Why did you write Is it Shangcheng?"

Lu Huai'an snorted: "Well, I'm just writing an essay, of course it's half-truth."

Anyway, there was nothing to do these two days, and the two stayed at home.

The trees in the backyard were cleared away, and the ground was flattened by the tractor. Shen Ruyun thought about it for a while, and bought some bricks to build two pools.

"It should still be possible to grow a little vegetable or something."

Lu Huaian was really speechless: "Didn't you plant last year?"

"Then how can it be the same, now it doesn't belong to me!" Thinking of the vegetable field that was cleared out in the county, Shen Ruyun especially missed it: "Oh, I don't know how it is now."

Seeing her like this, Lu Huai'an wanted to laugh: "Okay, you can plant as much as you want, but it's too hot, you have to water it every day."

It just happened that the summer vacation was just around the corner, so I was busy growing and ordering vegetables.

He brought back a load of soil and filled it in the pond.

I planted some more seedlings and watered it, and it was like the same thing.

Lu Huai'an also brought back some bamboo. Shen Ruyun was thinking about making sour plum soup, and she was surprised when she looked at it: "What are you doing?"

"Don't you like to read books outside?" Lu Huai'an was smoking a cigarette and cutting the strips with another hand: "I'm thinking about making a reclining chair."

Shen Ruyun's eyes lit up and she was overjoyed: "You are too good! You can do this too!"

She ran out and came back after a while: "Come, have a taste."

"What?" Lu Huai'an frowned and glanced at it before taking it.

"Where's the soda!"

If it wasn't for her familiarity, people wouldn't give her the bottle, and she usually had to drink it on the spot.

Lu Huai'an drank it, smacking his lips: "It's so sweet, it's a little greasy."

"Really?" Shen Ruyun felt that it was okay. After drinking, she went to deliver the bottle, thought about it, and brought the sour plum soup.

When Lu Huai'an packed up and entered the house, Shen Ruyun was cooking: "Well, there is sour plum soup in the basin of the bucket, you can drink some to relieve the heat."

The sour plum soup is hot and sour, so there is nothing to relieve the heat.

Lu Huai'an picked up the spoon: "I'll wash my face."

As soon as I opened it, the sour plum soup was cool and clear, and the color was pretty good.

She took a spoonful and took a sip, it was cold and refreshing.

"I left it in the well to dry for a long time!" Shen Ruyun smiled smugly, her brows curling: "How about it, is it delicious?"

Lu Huai'an drank a spoonful and felt that the pores were relaxed: "Well, it's delicious!"

The two were chatting sweetly when suddenly someone shouted outside.

"Who is it?"

Just as Lu Huai'an was about to go out, Shen Maoshi had already rushed in.

With sweat all over his face, he obviously ran all the way: "An, Brother An, hurry up, come with me, my master, master..."

Panting heavily, Lu Huai'an hurriedly scooped a cup of sour plum soup for him: "Come on, drink some, it's cold and comfortable."

After taking it, he guzzled and drank it, but he didn't even taste it. Shen Maoshi waved his hand and finally slowed down a bit: "My master's son is coming back."

came back?

Isn't this a good thing?

Lu Huai'an smiled, took off his sweaty clothes, and took the top that Shen Ruyun handed over: "Okay, I'll add two dishes, you can call someone over and let's have dinner together."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Maoshi continued: "He is dead."

died?

Shen Ruyun and Lu Huai'an looked at each other, quite surprised: "It's not that he went to another place..."

"Well, the ashes will arrive tomorrow, and today I sent a message. My master passed out. I will send the person to the hospital and come to you to get some money."

"Hurry up, let's go and have a look together." Lu Huai'an turned around and asked Shen Ruyun to continue cooking: "You make some dishes, Master Song probably didn't eat, I'll come and get them later."

Shen Ruyun nodded quickly: "Okay."

After paying the money in the past, Master Song has already woken up.

He looked a little pale, but he was in good spirits. When he saw Lu Huai'an, he even greeted him.

"...Condolences."

Master Song sighed and shook his head: "There's nothing to be sad about. I haven't received any news for more than a month, so I guessed it."

With the help of Shen Maoshi, he half leaned on the bedside: "Is there a cigarette?"

Lu Huai'an hurriedly handed over a cigarette and lit it for him.

In the smoke, Master Song's voice was hoarse: "He's gone too, he probably wants to be fucked."

His wife...

"I'm dead, I've been dead for many years." Master Song laughed and flicked the ashtray: "I see through it, people, I'm going to die soon, my old bones, too!"

Shen Maoshi accompanied him well, and his eyes slowly turned red: "Master, and me!"

Turning his gaze to his face, Master Song shook his head bleakly: "You are stupid."

I was getting old, my spirits were weak, and I soon fell asleep again.

Lu Huai'an went back to fetch some food~www.readwn.com~ He couldn't bear to eat, so he only drank some soup.

When the ashes came back the next day, he still cried.

Overnight, his temples were stained with hoarfrost.

Master Song is getting old, and holding the urn no longer has the same energy as before, and people are in a trance.

As his apprentice, Shen Maoshi took the initiative to come forward to discuss various matters.

The mourning hall was built in Lankeng Village, and the cemetery was chosen in Heishanao.

A row of graves, Master Song's parents, siblings, wife, daughter, and now his only son, are all here.

It's even more sad to see Master Song like this.

He is the only one left in a prosperous family.

Master Song lived in Lankeng Village. He was probably hit too hard. He was inactive all day long, and he spoke in a messy way.

Shen Mao was really worried, he took him to grow vegetables every day and teased the dog, hoping that he would think about it and come out sooner.

I thought this matter would be over like this, but I didn't expect that the Song family came to the door in the first seven days.

When Lu Huai'an heard this, he couldn't help frowning: "The Song family? Where are there people from the Song family?"

No, are they all in the area of ​​Montenegro?

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