May and June are two months that belong to mothers and fathers. On the eve of Father's Day and Mother's Day, the Chinese teacher assigned two essays to the students -

"Father's Love" and "Mother's Love".

In class, the Chinese teacher explained to the students in an emotional voice: "Father's love is deep, unexposed, as deep as a mountain peak; while maternal love is gentle, wrapping you like water, making you feel the pulse.

The tenderness of the pulse.”

Before he finished speaking, some students immediately raised their hands and said: "Teacher, that's not the case!"

The Chinese teacher smiled and asked: "Classmate Zhang Hu, do you have anything to say?"

Zhang Hu stood up and said: "My mother scolds me whenever she disagrees with me, which is not like gentle water at all! My father is not like a silent mountain, he only talks on the side, scolding is good!"

Chinese teacher:......

Lu Congee nodded in agreement: "My father is like a big monkey, jumping up and down. He is not like a strong mountain at all, and he is not silent. As long as I don't interrupt him, he can talk all day long."

Jiang Qinglin said: "I don't have a father, but I think my mother's love is the most important thing. She worked hard to open a store and do business for me and my brother. Sometimes I am too tired from work and I am very irritable when I come home.

I don’t even dare to say anything.”

Ning Ronger was dissatisfied with their statement and said crisply: "Your parents are not the best parents. The best ones should be like the teacher said. My parents are the best proof. My father is outside

When I am a big boss, my mother takes care of me at home, my father is as steady as a mountain, and my mother is as gentle as water..."

Zhang Hu interrupted her: "Your mother is pepper water, right?"

The whole class burst into laughter.

Ning Ronger's eyes widened with anger: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"It turns out that your mother was scolding someone in the office that day, and all the children in the corridor heard it!"

Seeing that the students were about to quarrel while discussing, the Chinese teacher quickly maintained discipline and suppressed the children's dispute.

"Her mother is the pepper water." Zhang Hu whispered to Lu Chow Chow and Jiang Qinglin: "And it's the very spicy kind."

Lu Congee: "Say less."

The Chinese teacher finally concluded: "So, in fact, parents are all different and there is no fixed type. It can be said that there are a hundred types of parents for a hundred children, but what the teacher wants to say is that these parents all have one thing in common.

point."

The children asked curiously: "What is it?"

Chinese teacher: "The love your parents have for you is the same."

Zhang Hu nodded: "Although my father beat me, he would secretly buy me snacks and asked me to keep quiet and not tell my mother."

Jiang Qinglin said: "My mother is the same. She goes out early and comes home late to work hard, all for the sake of a better life for me and my brother. And she also said that if I can get the first place in the grade, she will take me to see Lu Huairou's

concert."

Lu Congee tilted his head: "To be ranked first in the grade is just to go to Lu Huairou's concert?"

"Yes."

"In fact, you can set a more ambitious goal."

"Isn't this goal too ambitious?"

"This is easy to achieve. You don't have to be the first in grade, and you can go to the concert. As long as..."

"Just what?"

Lu Churro smiled and said no more.

Just be a good friend with me!

During the lively discussion among the students, the Chinese teacher keenly noticed that there was a child who always lowered his head, remained silent, and did not communicate with the students around him.

The Chinese teacher called by name and asked: "Classmate Zhu Pandi, do you want to talk about the love of your parents?"

Zhu Pandi's face immediately turned red, she stood up and said tremblingly: "My parents are neither mountains nor water. My parents don't love me. They only love my younger brother. My grandparents also only like my younger brother and buy a lot for my younger brother."

new clothes."

She looked at the Chinese teacher with red eyes and asked: "Teacher, why do they only like my brother and not me?"

The whole class fell silent and looked at the teacher, hoping that she could answer their confusion.

The Chinese teacher was stunned for a moment, obviously not thinking about how to answer this question, how to answer it without hurting the children's self-esteem -

"Actually, mom and dad also love you, maybe they just didn't show it."

Zhu Pandi asked expectantly: "Really?"

"Yes, for some parents, their love is hidden so deep that it is not easy for children to feel it." The Chinese teacher said gently: "It may also be because the younger brother is still young and they need to devote more energy to taking care of him.

"

There was finally light in Zhu Pandi's eyes. She nodded vigorously and said, "Teacher, I understand, I will understand the hard work of my parents! No more random thoughts!"

The Chinese teacher sighed quietly.

While the Chinese teacher was talking, Lu Churro clearly saw the "little white dove" on her shoulder and covered his eyes with his wings.

This shows that the Chinese teacher is lying, and she clearly does not think so in her heart.

Lu Congee was confused. Why did the Chinese teacher lie?

In the evening, Lu Congee told Lu Xueling about this incident and asked puzzledly: "Auntie, why did the Chinese teacher lie?"

Lu Xueling put on the facial mask while flipping through fashion magazines: "The little girl can read minds, and she also knows that the Chinese teacher is lying."

Lu Churro muttered: "I can just tell that she is telling lies. She clearly doesn't think so in her heart."

Lu Xueling said: "Actually, what the teacher told was a white lie. The purpose was to prevent the children from getting hurt. This is understandable."

"But even children have the right to know the truth." Lu Churro said righteously: "No one can deprive children of the right to know the truth!"

"You little girl, you are still messing with me." Lu Xueling sat up and prepared to argue with her: "You said that no one can deprive a child of the right to know the truth, then you have the right to deprive her of it.

The beauty in your heart?"

"Well……"

After all, Lu Chow Chow could not defeat Lu Xueling.

Yes, after listening to the Chinese teacher's words, Zhu Pandi's eyes were filled with beautiful light. Who has the right to deprive her of that beauty?

The little girl was still a little unconvinced: "So, my aunt thinks it's okay to lie occasionally?"

Lu Xueling immediately corrected him: "It's okay to tell white lies occasionally."

Lu Congee nodded.

At this time, Lu Huairou put on cotton gloves, took out the steaming cheese rice from the kitchen, and said unhappily: "It's time to eat."

As soon as they heard the words "dinner is ready", the two aunts shivered at the same time: "You did it again."

Lu Huairou said angrily: "Who begged you to eat it? If you don't like it, you will eat it!"

In the past, it was troublesome for him to take care of Lu Churri alone. Now an aunt has moved into the house, which is double the torture. What did he say?

The two of them actually despised his cooking together.

What a day it was!

Lu Porridge picked up the spoon, took a spoonful of cheese rice and tasted it, his eyes lit up: "Wow, it's delicious!"

Her reaction was beyond Lu Huairou's expectation. He said in surprise: "Really?"

"Yeah!" Lu Churro nodded sincerely: "My aunt said that white lies can make life better."

Lu Huairou:......

He took the spoon from her hand: "Lu Churro, do you know that there is a prerequisite for a white lie?"

Lu Churro shook his head blankly, not knowing.

Lu Huairou yelled: "The prerequisite is don't say it!!!"

*

In the evening, Lu Churro lay in front of Lu Huairou's table, scratching his head and writing a composition.

It’s so difficult. The most difficult thing in the world is writing essays.

She tilted her body to the left for a while, and to the right for a while.

Lu Huairou was sitting under the lamp, reading with her glasses on. Seeing her scratching her skin, she said leisurely: "If you don't have literary talent, don't force yourself. You can't write a good composition by force."

Lu Congee was dissatisfied: "There is no grandfather like you who would not encourage children."

"I always encouraged my son to become a scientist in the future. Did he take it seriously?"

"Just because he can't do it, doesn't mean I can't do it."

Lu Huairou glanced at her: "Kid, when you do it, come and tell me this sentence again."

"Okay! Smelly Huairou! Just wait! Even if I can't be a scientist, I will become an astronaut and a great writer. Anyway, you won't look down on me!"

Lu Huairou's eyes just lit up, and she was about to say it was a deal.
To be continued...