I couldn't fall asleep all night, I tossed and turned, and felt that the night was so long for the first time.
I thought I was making a good decision in the right direction, but I forgot that his years of giving have made the people in the village unable to look at other things from the corner of their eyes, even such a small one. For 22 minutes, Shouhou was sentenced to death.
I started to feel a little sympathetic, what if the thin monkey is in a good mood.
It's astringent, sour, and my heart is empty. In this village, he is the only one. He is really bright. The same environment will make different people, which I have always known but forgotten.
What makes me feel even more creepy is that if the thin monkey decides to go back to accompany grandma and resign, and says that the feeling of not having a home is a lie about his sober cognition, powerlessness, and willingness to compromise with the background, then I I really can't bear it.
For the first time, I want to deeply condemn and say, why should I be so kind.
This question may stay with me for a long, long time, but I know that once I ask the thin monkey, the answer I immediately throw out must be a meaningless answer.
Perhaps, my evaluation of him is a bit too high, but there are always people who know people who are similar to him, that is, everyone can see his goodness, but no one can do it.
To put it bluntly, it is like a walking bodhisattva, with subtle "affection".
That morning, I was so sleepy that I fell asleep unconsciously after my ideological struggle, and I don't know how long I slept.
Looking at the call records of my mobile phone and my parents, thinking back, they are always saying the same thing, that is, they will go home soon.
I started to say "yes" with some reluctance.
I know this is ridiculous, but who would let such a person pass away in his own life. If he was a very handsome guy, it would be a little unreal.
In the morning, I read Pepe's composition in advance. Pepe's writing was not bad, but she didn't seem to listen to Shouhou's suggestion. I was so sad that I was about to be tied up by air.
When correcting the students' compositions, only a few used Shouhou, and most of the others were narratives with missing structures. Obviously Shouhou's composition examples are so complete, I don't want to grade homework anymore. I lost my composure in the office. I want to wait to see the thin monkey at noon, I hope to see him full of joy.
Hope he didn't know these things.
At noon, I kept secretly watching him eat, making sure he was completely unaware.
Just when he was about to finish eating and was about to leave, that familiar "mean" face appeared, it was the parent from yesterday.
Seeing this, I rushed over to stop her.
Oops, the expected thin monkey hurriedly wiped his hands and stood up, asking for concern.
At that time, I was right next to the thin monkey. The parent took a look at me and knew my intentions.
I made a decisive decision and said directly to the parents, "He already knows, thank you, the only time, thank you very much for your concern."
The parents nodded.
That was the best I think my language organization ever was, to be honest.
I told Shouhou that the parents thought you were very good and praised you specially in the morning, so I thanked him.
The thin monkey laughed again.
Slim Monkey told me that day that it was happier than helping others.
But what I didn't tell him was,
Others feel that it is better to help.
That night, Skinny Monkey came to me. He held an envelope wrapped in yellowed kraft paper. He sat down, blew the dust on it, and began to carefully unpack it.
I stared at it intently, and for some reason, I was afraid of missing a moment. It was a blank piece of paper with some words printed on it. He handed it to me with both hands, motioning for me to take a look, like a faint "show off".
The piece of paper was well-preserved, and it clearly stated that there was an invitation for him to join a newspaper in the city, and there was no attachment. Obviously, he refused.
Pepe leaned over, and I blocked the words. After all, every time the thin monkey did this, he would bow his head shyly.
Pepe saw the date and said, "Hey, this is when Deyin's brother and grandma hadn't died of illness. Is it a medical certificate?"
The thin monkey looked at me in confusion, and I said, "Pepe just looked at the date."
Actually, I think, if I don't block the words, Pepe won't care about the content.
Um? Before dying of illness, that is to say??Can he be invited to this opportunity? If he thinks about it this way, is it so difficult to turn it into a plan that he gave up in his plan?
Why is this.
I don't know why Deyin showed me this.
I took the kraft paper and envelope from the thin monkey, and stuffed them back myself, for fear that Pepe would see them.
De Yin told me, "It seems that the decision was right at the time. I had the opportunity to attend the class, and I thought it was better than this. We are all acquaintances and were praised."
This guy, is your sense of satisfaction so easily obtained?
I hummed for a moment, not knowing what to reply.
In the middle, there must be his own kindness, stubbornness and stories.
Opinions began to change every second, but it was always the good side.
People, after all, have some desires, but his desires seem to be very easy to put all his eggs in one basket for the love he thinks, and deprive himself of it.
Liu Deyin must have buried a lot, but they are all fresh and visible, and can be touched, which I can be sure of.
After he left, Pepe asked me, "What the hell did you see! Teacher He, I'm so curious. Brother Deyin never hides anything!"
I returned with great interest, "If he wants to hide, why don't he call me out and talk about it alone."
Children, that's how they are dismissed.
But Thin Monkey, maybe because of Pepe's strong praise in class, it's fair and aboveboard, so let's open it in the room.
The thin monkey is really not an ordinary monkey, it is a "national protected animal".
At that time, I really wanted to hear the story in his heart. It turned out that what he said at the sports meeting that day was just calm.
In the morning, I went to class as usual, and at noon, I didn¡¯t see my parents coming over. People will forget it soon, except when I need his help.
Everything is slowly fading, except for my curiosity, freshness, infection, and sigh towards him.
These can blur his face. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com