As the winter vacation gets closer, why not be more and more restless and always think about something.

Seeing that she was staring at the calendar again, Qin Guanglin didn't bother her, and silently took out the homework she brought back to help correct it.

The homework of primary school students is still Chinese homework, which is just a mechanical job, copying ancient poems and texts. Anyway, in addition to copying, there are also diaries occasionally, which makes people laugh and cry.

"This was written with two pens."

Qin Guanglin had a fierce look and found the lazy person and put it aside. Why not come over and point it to her?

Someone will definitely be in trouble tomorrow.

"You are so skilled, you have done this a lot, right?" Why pick it up and take it carefully before you can see the trick.

"We were very perverted at the beginning..." Qin Guanglin twitched, and looked at it, and suddenly disappeared.

When she faced her students, she didn't know if she would turn into an old witch and scold people with a stern face.

Very likely.

"Say it, why don't you say it?" Why not glance at him.

"Teachers in the world are family, I won't talk about it..."

Qin Guanglin touched his nose in disappointment. When he saw that he might as well put the homework at the bottom of a stack, he was gloating: "Why do you care about him tomorrow?"

"Just just do that... Maybe in a few decades, he will say to his wife: What about my Chinese teacher, Barabala?"

“…”

Why not put away your homework and see if there is nothing to do. Take a detour behind Qin Guanglin and gently pinch his shoulders with his hands, "Are you very proud to marry a teacher?"

"What's so good about this... OK, I'm a little proud." Qin Guanglin leaned back on the chair with his eyes closed, and he really felt very comfortable.

Standing on the podium every day to train disobedient students, and then come back and become a young wife. It's great to think about it.

"Then can you listen to the teacher?"

Qin Guanglin opened his eyes alertly and looked up at her, "What do you want to do?"

"You just say you're listening."

"Don't listen."

"Then I won't pinch it." Why don't you let go of your hand and turn around, and come back and squeeze his shoulder hard, "Sustain you for a long time!"

“…”

Qin Guanglin opened his mouth and wanted to say something about his wife, but then closed it again.

The important things will definitely not be so slutty, and they will be attentive. Judging from her appearance, ninety percent of them are inexplicable things like asking him to squat at home to draw.

It’s better not to open this mouth.

Looking at the calendar and then looking at it, Qin Guanglin suddenly had an idea in his mind, "You are... homesick, right?"

"Hmm?" Why bother to be confused.

"I think you often read the calendar and go home during this winter vacation?"

"No, I'll do it when the winter vacation will be on, and then wait for your home to cook a big tonic soup for you, so that you won't be able to say that you will reduce your life every day."

Why not take off your shoes and climb onto the bed, pull over the quilt and cover it, and say, "Don't you touch me, don't you lose it?"

"If you don't touch it, who likes to touch it?"

"You said."

“I said it.”

“Say it again.”

Why not turn on the recording with your phone, lie on the head of the bed and stretch out your arms to let him repeat, "Say, whoever touches him again is the puppy."

"Whoever touches the puppy again?" Qin Guanglin said to his phone with confidence.

I don't know who likes to touch whom, hum.

He touched his waist and decided not to move around for a week and to take good care of his health.

As for a week later... she will definitely forget about this recording.

"Whoever touches who is the puppy again...whoever touches who is the puppy again."

Why click on the recording and listen to it twice, and lay back on the bed with a smile, "Come up and prepare to go to bed."

"Don't touch me."

Qin Guanglin instructed him, dragged him to the bathroom to put some water, and when he came back, he turned off the lights in the bedroom and crawled into the bed.

"Didn't you say you won't touch it?" Why bother asking.

"You can't even hug me?" Qin Guanglin hugged her and tightened his arms, "It's not the one who touched me."

"Hmph, good night."

"Good night."

On winter nights, the warm bed always makes people want to rest early. Just after ten o'clock, the two of them hugged each other and fell asleep.

Night, sleep peacefully.

...

The winter vacation arrived as promised four days later. Qin Guanglin was afraid that he would be bored at home, so he bought a recipe specifically to give it to her.

He put the recipe on the co-pilot with a beautiful rope and put it on the passenger seat. He drove to the school gate to pick up the last day of work and why not get out of school.

"Gift?"

Why don’t you open the car door and see the recipe at a glance, look at him with a blank look, pick it up and put it in the back seat.

"Select carefully to send you to celebrate the winter vacation."

Qin Guanglin laughed and said, "This gift is just a joke." I'm bored when I buy it. If I don't, I throw it aside and pick it up when I have time.

Just like the housework dice she sent.

"Go to the other side." Why do you point in the opposite direction to go home, and your eyes are aiming on the sidewalk next to you.

“Where to go?”

"Go to the student's home for a home visit soon."

"Ah~ I don't know which unlucky student... the one who used two pens to do homework last time?" Qin Guanglin was a little gloating.

This kind of thing is like a teacher’s home visit... It’s very uncomfortable to let it go, but it’s so popular when it’s someone else.

"No...stop ahead."

Why not command Qin Guanglin to pull over and park, open the car door and get out of the car and wave, "Xiaoyuan!"

On the sidewalk, a little girl with a schoolbag on her back stopped and turned her head to look around. Until Hedian shouted again, she confirmed the source of the sound, and showed a smile to Hedian, "Teacher He!"

"Come here, I'll take you back."

"ah?"

Xiaoyuan ran over in small steps, looking at the car in front of him a little restrained, "Teacher, I..."

"Get into the car quickly, just go to your house to take a seat and do a home visit."

Why not hello the little girl and sit in the back seat. She didn't return to the co-pilot, and sat with her and said to Qin Guanglin: "Heyuan Lane, turn right at the two traffic lights in front of him."

"oh."

Qin Guanglin responded and drove slowly forward in the car. Through the rearview mirror, he looked at the little girl who was still a little restrained and smiled and said, "What grade is the child?"

“Grade 3.”

"Well... is the teacher fierce to you?"

Xiaoyuan pinched the corner of her clothes with his fingers, looked up at Hedian, and shook his head and said, "Teacher He is fine."

Why not glared at Qin Guanglin angrily, "Drive well!"

Qin Guanglin shook his head and parked his car in front of the traffic light, "Xiao... Xiaoyuan isn't it? What's your surname?"

"Secret Xiang."

"Xiang Xiaoyuan... it sounds so nice." Qin Guanglin praised, and the more he looked at it, the more cute he felt.

It would be great if I could have a daughter in the future...

Xiaoyuan lowered his head and glanced secretly, and said timidly: "Is uncle a teacher He's boyfriend?"

"Uh...yes." Qin Guanglin turned around and smiled at her, "It's better to call brother."

“…”

The car quickly passed through two traffic lights, turned right and then slowly drove on the side of the road to see which one was Heyuan Lane.

It is still half an urban village. It has not been developed. The road ahead is getting narrower and narrower. When you reach a large garbage dump, why not finally make a sound?

"Stop here."

Qin Guanglin stopped the car as he said, put down the car window and looked at it. He was so smothered by the odor of the garbage dump that he quickly closed it. Why not take Xiaoyuan out of the car and ask him to wait for a while, and follow Xiaoyuan and walk in front.

He wanted to follow him and see, but when they saw that they had moved into a family after walking a few steps, they gave up and looked around with some boredom.

No. 116, Heyuan Lane.

The blue sign nailed on the wall was too old and was sticked with dirt. Qin Guanglin looked at it for a long time before he could see whether the last number was 8 or 6.
Chapter completed!