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Chapter 95 The Same Painful Metaphor

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    Just when I was still immersed in the feeling of joys and sorrows, or like a farewell shot, before I escaped, I had already walked to Pepena unknowingly.

    In front of children, you still need to pretend that nothing happened.

    After all, Pepe must be in pain now.

    "I'm back, little one!"

    "Teacher He, why are you coming back now? Wait for me to die!"

    "Ms. He was delayed for a while because of something, and we talked about something."

    "Mr. He, do you know?"

    "I just did! I miss you so much!"

    "Oh, have you been stimulated by something? Why are you so nasty all of a sudden?"

    I saw Pepe lying on the bed holding his face.

    Still playing with himself for a while, the hair above the temples.

    Like a little girl.

    It seems that he is in a good mood.

    I couldn't help but laughed out loud.

    "Teacher He, I love you more and more."

    The child's sweet talk followed one after another, one after another, I don't know, I thought he did something to be sorry for me.

    "Come on, you're almost done, don't talk so nasty all day long, go to sleep, have you taken your medicine?"

    "Teacher Ho."

    "well!"

    With my sigh.

    I warn myself not to show "impatientness"!

    "I'm here, if you have something to say, just say it."

    "Teacher He, do you have something to say? You can say it first!"

    "What do I have to say?"

    Suddenly, subconsciously, he was stunned. What's wrong with this child today?

    "Mr. He, I always feel that you have something to do today."

    Seeing this guy suddenly stare at me intently.

    Can't help scalp numbness.

    But he still pretended to be calm and said something.

    "No, what can I do?"

    The main reason is that he is afraid that his emotions will be affected. After all, in terms of friendship, the thin monkey has been longer than him.

    If he knew what Shouhou said to me, he might lose his voice.

    "But you seemed preoccupied when you came back."

    "I'm good at learning idioms!"

    Then, I turned my back all of a sudden, in order not to let him find out that the performance was too obvious, I was still pretending to tidy up things over there.

    This is probably some of the individual troubles of living with students.

    I began to "question" myself in my heart.

    Didn't I manage my expression well when I first walked in the door?  Not managing my face well?  Wrote all the discomfort and pain and depression on your face?

    Has it reached the point where the children immediately discovered it?

    No, that's impossible. I've never exposed any clues in front of this child. Maybe there is, but this time it's absolutely impossible.

    With full self-confidence, I turned my head away and began to prepare to answer Pepe's question head-on, and I said it with certainty.

    "What are you planning, kid?"

    "I said it's okay, it's okay!"

    "Do you have any other thoughts?"

    "Still inquiring about those strange ideas as before!"

    "Mr. He didn't, I didn't mean that, but when I saw you just now, it was as if someone was choking your throat."

    "Go to bed quickly, my ancestor, I really don't have the energy to talk to you today, if you have anything or wish, can you tell me tomorrow?"

    This is my last act of composure.

    "Okay, Mr. He, if you really have nothing to do, I'll go to bed!"

    This kid seemed to be looking forward to something coming out of my mouth, as if he was very concerned.

    I almost said "You really want to hear it?"

    Fortunately, I swallowed it.

    Otherwise, from his child's perspective, I don't know that we are going to talk about the Year of the Monkey.

    Before going to bed.

    I asked Pepe.

    "Youdo you want me to take you to see it? The doctor? How long has the medicine been prepared?"

    "Teacher He, yes!"

    After saying this, Pepe immediately fell asleep.Why do you always feel that this kid is weird?

    Could it be that I looked at my phone before and saw something?

    I'm going to make a joke while he's not asleep yet with malicious intentions.

    "Do you still want to watch the video on my phone before?"

    "Teacher He, I remember everything!"

    "Remember so fast? Are you sure? Remember all the details?"

    "Teacher He, I'm going to sleep if I have nothing to do!"

    "good¡­"

    Why do you feel a little wary?  Or am I really thinking too much?

    Never mind, go to bed first, tomorrow is Monday.

    "Good night!"

    When I was at school the next day, the children arrived very early. They all gathered together, took a sneak peek, and were all looking at the photos of the sea.

    I had to force a smile for them, but then they ran to my side and said to me, "He gave me a photo, Mr. He, you chose it so beautiful!"

    So I never doubt the enthusiasm and kindness of these children.

    During class, there were fewer students who greeted Pepe, probably because they had already been to Pepe.

    But the physical education teacher is still asking me.

    I just reported it truthfully.

    There is nothing unusual.

    Because I always feel that there is something unspeakable about Pepe.

    Therefore, some people pay close attention to the recent trend.

    Walking on the path after school, there were some children one after another, and some children who were not in our class called my name.

    I just happily met each other.

    But they all heard about the "dream" incident.

    It seems that things like joy will really be passed on.

    Originally, I was going to take out my notebook and record the stories of these children.

    But they just told me "You're a nice guy!"

    Didn't come up with anything.

    Just when I was in a clear mood because of these children.

    An old woman with a familiar face stopped me.

    She invited me to her home.

    I don't understand very well, but with the body language, I can barely understand the general meaning.

    "You are the teacher who came all the way!"

    "Yes, what's wrong with grandma?"

    "I have something to tell you!"

    "OK!"

    Grandma's house is very simple, with only one bed, she seems to live alone.

    She told me to sit down.

    "Hello, teacher, my child, I don't want him to go to school anymore!"

    "I originally wanted to talk to the principal, but I think you must be better at talking!"

    "Why?"

    "Which child is it?"

    "No, it's from your class!"

    "Huh?" This was the first time I heard such a request.

    But it's not impossible.

    After learning the child's name, I didn't think much about asking.

    I didn't even want to ask the specific reason.

    But grandma said it herself.

    "I can't do it! I'm leaving! I can feel it! I saved money for my grandson! He doesn't want to study either! He can go out!"

    "Let him break in as he pleases!"

    I can feel this sentence, why is it so familiar?

    ? I took a look at this grandmait looks about the same size as Grandpa Thin Monkey.

    Can't help but think of something and take a deep breath.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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