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Chapter 19 Turning 1

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    For the first time, I hated a well-intentioned attachment.

    The air was full of unclear emotions, the whole thing was unclear, and I even heard some voices that made me tired, and smelled some astringent smells.

    What worries me is not only this "printed paper" that is very oppressive to me, but more from the heart of the thin monkey and grandpa, so that I can no longer look directly at my conscience.

    This is too much for me to accept.

    I stood up suddenly, which scared Pepe a little.

    "Teacher He, what's wrong?"

    "It's okay, good night."

    The word good night is the heaviest tone I have ever heard here.

    What I'm even more afraid of is that when I went to deliver the clothes, they already thought that I had accepted the money, or gave him a piece of clothing in return.

    Tomorrow, I have to have a good talk with Skinny Monkey.

    Early in the morning, when I went outside, the rooster hadn't woken up yet, so I planned to stay not far from the thin monkey's house, waiting for him to get up early to do chores.

    Not long after, Shouhou rubbed his eyes and came out. The dark blue coat I gave was still hanging on the clothes rack in front of the house. It looked like it was washed last night.

    But I didn't feel a little joy or comfort, but a "weight-bearing" pressure.

    "Teacher He, it's so early?"

    "come over."

    I forcibly pulled his hand over, put the money into his palm, and closed it forcefully, putting his hand into his pocket.

    "Who gave it to you?"

    "Mr. Heyou just saw it. Grandpa and I planned to release it together. Didn't I ask you to help meand you have helped me so much, and you gave me a piece of clothing yesterday."

    "I don't want to ruin your mood early in the morning, but I really can't take it. If you insist on giving it to me, then our friends have nothing to do."

    "This is nothing compared to what you helped me?"

    "Do you have to settle everything? Even if you give me a small pendant made by you, I will be happy. If you give me money, I can't accept it, let alone"

    "The first time we met, you gave my grandma something. I was already flattered. This time, again, I really don't know what you are thinking!"

    "Let me tell you, Liu Deyin, wait until you get your manuscript out, and wait until you have money! I can accept that you wrap me a small red envelope after I leave, within 30! I really like you  angry!"

    At this time, the thin monkey is like an old man full of vicissitudes. He is on the spot, listening to my lesson and roaring a little loudly. He does not say a word, but uses some small movements to express his sincerity and  That grievance, such as putting two feet together in the middle, or trying to twitch the hand in the pocket, trying to put the money back to me.

    "Mr. He! You celebrated my birthday, gave me pens, bought me clothes, and so many good things. I just want to borrow from my grandpa to thank you!"

    "I have always regarded you as a student! Teaching support itself is to help some local people, you just treat yourself as one of them, stop talking, go back to the room to get the manuscript, one more sentence, and this kind of thing  , I won't talk to you again, your attitude makes me tremble with anger! I can't say a word that makes me feel comfortable!"

    The thin monkey went back to the house immediately, then avoided my eyes, lowered his head, leaned his body, and put some manuscripts he wrote in my hand with both hands.

    "Look at me! I know how to cry and cry all day long."

    With this sound, I was also frightened by myself, and I couldn't withdraw it when I realized that it was a bit fierce.

    There was a burst of crying.

    Rubbing his eyes with callused hands, the courage to try to communicate with me was also overwhelmed by his inability to straighten up, which was about to fall to the waist of his feet.

    "Wash your face first thing in the morning!"

    Intermittent crying came.

    There is also the sound of blowing your nose.

    I subconsciously looked at the manuscript, and the handwriting was correct, but the one that caught me off guard was the one at the top, which was about me.

    The topic is "The Most Beautiful Teacher"

    I regretted it too much, as if the sky was about to fall. At this time, the rooster also crowed, but my choking and madness were not covered.

    He squatted right in front of me, holding his head, sobbing.

    The last soft line of defense in my heart was defeated like this.

    My kind is too "reckless".

    In my heart, I wanted him to realize that he didn't have to do this.The heart to be thankful and let him grow up has been ruined by my own mouth.

    No language can be defeated purely.

    I frantically flicked my hair, and the hair was scattered by my toss. I couldn't regret it, squatted down and patted my thigh vigorously, and the constant sense of "guilty" came to me.

    "sorry."

    I tried to issue this faintly sincere apology.

    But it still couldn't resist his crying.

    "sorry!"

    I vented out loud.

    "It doesn't matter"

    His voice was so fragile that it made me scratch all over, and then the continuous coughing sound filled my mind.

    I'm about to explode.

    I squatted down and moved slowly, hugging him tightly.

    "I said something wrong, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

    I kept repeating, trying to get him to look at me and see his sincere eyes that didn't take time to give.

    He looked up.

    There was a lot of snot and tears on my face, but I still stretched out my hand to the pocket where I stuffed the money back.

    "stand up."

    My voice has never been so gentle.

    "Thank you for the manuscript you wrote to me."

    "I still can't ask for money."

    The thin monkey didn't speak, just stood up and lowered his head.

    "Look at me, okay?"

    The thin monkey raised his head slowly, and I focused all my eyes on his eyes.

    "Don't dodge, I want to make sure you don't hate me."

    "I won't, who would hate you"

    "Let's go into the house, quietly, don't wake up grandpa, I'll wash your face."

    "I'll wash it myself"

    He seems to need space.

    I nodded, took the manuscript, and waited for him outside.

    Probably after a few glances, he has these three paragraphs describing me, which are still fresh in my memory.

    "The birthday that Mr. He gave me was a theme that I had never given me in my dreams for more than 20 years. On that day, I didn't know how to express my gratitude. My chest was blocked by dense stones, and I even had some breathing  Difficult, and what makes me feel more is that I have sand in my eyes"

    "For more than 20 years, my small village has never been decorated with the track of my dreams. Until Teacher He appeared, I seemed to see the track, but only the driver was me, and the rest was woven for me by her kindness.  The endless roads, the turbulent waves of countless nights, and the gratitude blocked in my throat all express my many voices that I forcibly stranded and suppressed in my heart."

    "Undoubtedly, I am lucky, and I am cared for by someone like a grandma, and I am warmed by people in the village." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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