Temptation of my Auntie

"Oh, sin, sin!" It was not until Pei Wenming and Zhang Xuehai left for a while that the beaten old teacher Li came back to his senses. His face full of wrinkles and vicissitudes was full of helplessness and worry. "Such people can mix into the ranks of people's teachers. What can our country do in the future? How can such people teach decent students?"

The kind-hearted old man who educated countless students issued a painful cry, which seemed to vent his dissatisfaction and worry about the future of the country.

Yes, the dragon begets the dragon and the Phoenix begets the wind. A person who scolds student waste at the exit. Does he really deserve his glorious title, the people's teacher?!

The students in the classroom were indifferent. Perhaps they were infected by Mr. Li's emotion. They didn't speak. Instead, they looked sympathetically at the old man who hobbled towards the door of the classroom. While sympathizing with the old man, why didn't they sympathize with themselves?

No student is born not to want to learn well. In their heart, they still hope that their grades can be good and they can enter a good university. But what about their teachers? In addition to making money and swearing, what else can they do? Nothing!!

Wu Huchen's heart was also a little heavy. After thinking about it, he quickly walked out of the classroom and kept up with Mr. Li.

"Miss Li!" Wu Huchen shouted softly.

The old man has been his teacher for two generations. He is a really excellent teacher. He never wants to make another dime from the students. No matter whether you have poor grades or good grades, he will always teach you with a smile.

Wu Huchen clearly remembers that the old man is very tall and his waist is very tall. But now, the old man's waist is bent and seems to be a lot older in an instant.

"Oh, Mr. Huchen, what can I do for you?" Li Shunde turned his head, held his eyes and squeezed out a smile. Wu Huchen looked sad. He knew that if it weren't for himself, the old man might live a comfortable life with a fixed salary, but now things would be different.

"Teacher, you, you know me?" Wu Huchen looked at Li Shunde in disbelief. He never thought that the old man would know himself.

The old man seemed to see Wu Huchen's mind. He smiled and said, "you are my Li Shunde student. As long as you are the student I taught once, I will remember it all my life." After a pause, the old man said with some emotion: "years make people old. When he gets old, he has a poor memory and is not easy to remember things. Just right, just right, the old man, I can take this opportunity to leave school, so as not to harm people's children!"

Speaking of this, the old man looked carefully at everything around him, as if he wanted to write it down. "School, this is the most beautiful place I've ever stayed in my life." He looked at Wu Huchen and grabbed Wu Huchen's hand: "son, study hard. The more we are looked down upon, the more we should strive for success. The teacher believes that all students are smart. Maybe you don't do well in your study, but you will make a difference in other places. My talent must be useful. If you don't read well, it doesn't mean we are scum!"

Wu Huchen pursed his lips. He didn't know what to say or what he could say. All he could do was listen to the old man quietly and teach his students with his most sincere words.

"Well, go back. It's school. If you're late, you can't get good food." The old man made a rare joke on Wu Huchen, released Wu Huchen's hand, turned and walked away. His gradually bent body slowly disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.

Wu Huchen slowly closed his eyes. He didn't have a good impression of the teacher before, but now he feels that a teacher like Li Shunde who sincerely aims at educating students still exists. He knows better that the reason why there are fewer and fewer such good teachers is that the biggest problem appears in leaders such as Pei Wenming and the scum of Zhang Xuehai who regards teachers as a profitable profession.

It was scum like them that corroded and forced away the original simple teacher!

Wu Huchen clenched his fist and flashed a sharp light in his eyes. "Don't worry, Miss Li. There will only be more and more teachers like you in the future!"

When the bell rang after class, the students in the class rushed out. They all looked at Wu Huchen.

"Brother Huchen, what should I do?" Zhu Daming's bloated body pushed desperately into the crowd.

Wu Huchen looked at the students around him and gave Zhu Daming a look. Zhu Daming understood. He waved to the onlookers and shouted, "let's go to dinner. Don't look at it. It's all scattered!"

Zhu Daming has been very popular in school recently. Some people know that this guy is gone now. He has something to do with big gangs outside. Everyone is a little afraid of him.

The crowd gradually dispersed, but Hu Feifei and Tao Yuanyuan stood there and didn't seem to want to go. Zhu Daming naturally knew the relationship between Hu Feifei and Tao Yuanyuan and Wu Huchen. He smiled and shouted his sister-in-law.

Hu Feifei and Tao Yuanyuan were all flushed by Zhu Daming's obscene appearance. They were a little embarrassed. "Tiger minister, I'm afraid this matter will not end so easily. Zhang Xuehai will certainly not give up!"

Wu Huchen nodded and said, "I know. Even if they want to forget today, I won't forget it!" Looking at the sneer from the corners of Wu Huchen's mouth, Hu Feifei sighed in her heart. I'm afraid Zhang Xuehai will be unlucky.

"Then be careful. Yuanyuan and I went to dinner first." Hu Feifei took a deep look at Wu Huchen and left with Tao Yuanyuan.

Seeing that the two women had left, Zhu Daming's smile converged. A ferocious look appeared on his obscene fat face, "brother Huchen, do you want me to find some brothers to teach the two bastards a lesson?" Now Zhu Daming has such ability and strength. His men said nothing else. Chen Jialiang alone was very capable of fighting.

Wu Huchen shook his head lightly and said, "you don't have to worry about it. It's easy to beat them, but an evergreen tree needs to cure its disease."

Zhu Daming obviously didn't understand Wu Huchen's meaning, but since brother Huchen asked him to leave it alone, he didn't dare to say anything more.

Walking separately from Zhu Daming, Wu Huchen did not go home, but walked towards a small courtyard in the north of the school.

The xiaobieyuan is not big. It's made of green and black clothes. It looks like it's been years. In the small yard, there is an old locust tree. Under the tree, there is an old man lying on a recliner with an old radio in his hand. There is a babbling Peking Opera in it. There is a small round table on the left side of the old man. It is very exquisite. It looks very ordinary, but people who know the goods know that it is made of superior sandalwood. From the year of the round table, the price is remarkable.

On the small round table, it was making tea.

Looking at the old man on the couch, Wu Huchen thought and walked into the yard.

"Headmaster Liang!" Wu Huchen looked at the old man with white hair but ruddy skin on his face and shouted respectfully.

Looking at the old man, Wu Huchen thought of the seven gilded characters at the gate of the school. People who can write such magnificent fonts, after all, are not small people. He felt that this was a matter for the school, and the old man should take care of it.

Hearing Wu Huchen's voice, Liang Jiahe slowly opened his eyes and looked at Wu Huchen. A flickering look flashed in his old eyes. He turned off the radio, closed his eyelids slowly, pointed to a small round stool on one side and said, "sit down!"

Wu Huchen glanced at the small round stool, looked at the old man again, nodded and sat down.

"What can I do for you?" The old man asked directly.

"Yes!" Wu Huchen was not hypocritical either. He nodded and said, "headmaster, I want to ask where the focus of a country's development should be!"

As soon as he said this, the old man's eyelids jumped, looked at Wu Huchen with great interest and said, "what do you say?"

The old man turned against the army and pushed the problem back. However, Wu Huchen did not mean to dislike it at all. He looked at Liang Jiahe and said all his thoughts, "... Headmaster, teachers are not a profession, nor are they a tool for those people to make money. The reason why the state attaches importance to teachers is because the state knows that they are just power. But now?"

Wu Huchen was filled with righteous indignation, Some excitedly stood up: "now those people who have relations at home can be arranged in the school as long as they graduate from normal school. This is the school, not a place for them to fool around! Also, the current leaders are rubbish and garbage. What does he want? I pay to learn, not to listen to him curse!"

Liang Jiahe looked at Wu Huchen with a smile, put a cup of tea that had been made earlier, made a gesture in front of Wu Huchen, and gently pecked himself: "your name is Wu Huchen?"

Wu Huchen was stunned as soon as he picked up the exquisite tea cup. He stared at the old man, his eyes full of vigilance, and asked in a deep voice, "how do you know?"

Liang Jiahe smiled, waved his hand and motioned Wu Huchen not to panic. "I've heard that you, the eldest brother of the youth gang, are also their spiritual leader. Now you are the eldest brother of the land under our feet. Right? Brother Huchen?"