Dear Mr. Lu

Zhang Qihui froze for a moment when he received a call from his teacher saying that he was going to make a home visit.

His wife, Wang Ruhua, came out with a basin in her arms: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Qihui hurried to help: "It's so heavy, just let me come." He was drying the wet sheets in the basin on the clothesline in the small courtyard, and said, "The school teacher said that he would come to visit the house. I want our family Tong Yangyang to participate in the art interest group, saying that it is an art teacher from a big city who won an award."

"Art teachers in big cities? Are they good? Then let them go. It's good for children to learn something." Wang Ruhua thumped her sore waist, seeing her husband's hesitation, "Isn't it expensive?"

"It's free, just go to school for two days a week."

"Then what are you thinking about? Such a rare opportunity." Wang Ruhua said suddenly, "You're not worried about Xiaojie, are you?"

Zhang Qihui said hesitantly: "Xiaojie hasn't learned this since he was so old. I originally agreed that the two little ones would go to the store after the holidays, help him, or do handicrafts together."

Wang Ruhua's eyes turned red suddenly, and he said funny again: "Xiaojie is already twenty years old, can he still have fun with such young siblings? You look down on him too much, if he knows it is because you are worried about him If he is not happy, he will be sad if he causes his younger siblings to lose such a good opportunity."

Zhang Qihui felt a little embarrassed when he heard it, and suddenly thought of the young man who studied art that day, he looked different from other people, he was naturally moved, and hoped that his child could grow up like that He said, "Then I'll go back to the teacher and tell them to come over at night?"

"Okay, I'll go buy some food and come back, you go home early in the evening."

"Hey."

Wang Ruhua watched him drive out of this old street with a satisfied smile on his face.

Meeting this man was the luckiest thing in her life. If it wasn't for him, she and her son wouldn't know where they died. How could there be such a good day?

Luo Wencheng and the head teacher of Class 1 of three years were walking on this old street. The head teacher obviously didn't know as much as the art group leader. Although he didn't understand why he suddenly set up an art interest group, it was a good thing for the school and the students, so She is very active where her cooperation is needed, but she is a little nervous walking with this new art teacher.

Looking closely, this person's skin is so white and thin that it looks like a fake. He is good-looking, has good taste, and has a good temper. Although he is a little younger... the head teacher said to himself, fortunately, he is married Otherwise, when the other party leaves school, my heart will be broken.

"In front is the home of Zhang Yutong and Zhang Yuyang. Their father is a taxi driver, and their mother is a housewife. They are not in good health. They usually look at a small shop. They also have an older brother whose legs are not very good. Talk, and guard a stall that repairs shoes and umbrellas." The class teacher said, she was worried that Luo Wencheng would react inappropriately if he didn't know the situation.

Luo Wencheng nodded while listening, these art team leaders have told him.

Walking through a narrow old concrete arch bridge, I saw a shop. It was a small shop. There was a space on the side, where there was a small machine for shoe repair, several tool boxes, some pairs of shoes and Some umbrella parts.

A young man was sitting on a chair repairing the sole of a shoe.

Hearing someone approaching, he raised his head and saw the two of them froze.

"You are the elder brother of Zhang Yutong and Zhang Yuyang, right? I am their head teacher. This is the new art teacher, Teacher Luo." The head teacher introduced.

"Ah, ah." The young man pointed to the empty chair behind the small store's container, and then pointed in the direction of his home in the alley, probably meaning that the shopkeeper was at home, and then picked up the crutch beside him to stand up.

Probably because he was a little nervous and anxious in front of people, he looked a little embarrassed, Luo Wencheng watched from the side, until he almost fell, he reached out to support his arm.

Luo Wencheng was thin, but he was thin and healthy, but this young man was really thin, he was not tall, and his whole body showed a kind of unhealthy paleness and frailty. But if you look carefully, you can see that he is also a person with delicate features, and he doesn't have the gloomy feeling that some disabled people give people.

"Ah." He nodded shyly to Luo Wencheng to thank him. Luo Wencheng let go of him, and helped him put some things outside the door back into the canteen, and then closed the shutter door.

The young man was very embarrassed, especially when Luo Wencheng placed the worn-out leather shoes, which were sent by a very frugal person to repair, but the young man felt ashamed that his worn-out shoes were seen by others.

The head teacher also felt a little weird, thinking that this seemingly gentle but alienated new teacher was a little too enthusiastic at the moment.

"Let's go." Luo Wencheng locked the door and gave the key to the young man.

The young man nodded and led the way.

He was walking on crutches, his right leg was fine, but looked weak, and his left leg was deformed, only the toes could touch the ground.

Zhang Shujie, 20 years old this year, is the son of Zhang Qihui's current wife Wang Ruhua and her ex-husband. Zhang Shujie was abducted by human traffickers when she was a little over three years old. After confirming that the probability of her being recovered was very small, Wang Ruhua's ex-husband divorced her on the grounds that she was not optimistic about the child and quickly remarried.

Wang Ruhua did not give up, and was always looking for her son. It happened that Zhang Qihui heard about her and actively helped her find it. Finally, he found Zhang Shujie half a year later. He was drugged and dumb, and was thrown outside to beg by human traffickers.

That devilish gang was taken down by the police, but the damage done was irreparable, so Zhang Qihui took on the burden of taking care of the mother and child, and used the compensation money he received and all his savings to treat Zhang Shujie. Because of his young age, the damage to his legs was restored a little, but his voice was helpless.

Luo Wencheng walked behind, looked at Zhang Shujie, and thought about the information he got in his mind. The head of the art team didn't know whether he was gossip or he got some orders, but he explained it in detail.

Walking into Zhang's house, this is a very small yard, well tidy. Although the house is low and narrow, it is clean and has a warm atmosphere. It is obvious that the hostess lives her life with care.

"Teacher Luo!"

"Teacher Luo!"

Two twins who helped their mother with housework ran out and shouted happily around Luo Wencheng. It was obvious that they liked this good-looking new teacher very much.

"Ms. Huang, Mr. Luo...?" Wang Ruhua was startled. She didn't expect this art teacher to be so young and so good-looking.

At this time, Zhang Qihui also drove back, and was stunned when he saw Luo Wencheng: "It's you?"

"Master Zhang, I didn't expect to see you again." Luo Wencheng smiled and held out his hand.

Zhang Qihui hurriedly wiped his hands on his body and shook hands with him.

There was an inexplicable feeling in his heart, but it quickly turned into simple joy, and he warmly greeted the two of them to come in and sit down.

Everyone enjoyed an ordinary but sumptuous dinner, and it was decided that the two children would join the interest class. The class teacher left first, and Luo Wencheng stayed to guide the two children to learn how to draw.

The indoor space is small, the dining table was given to three people to draw pictures, and the brightest lamp was above their heads. In order to borrow light, Zhang Shujie was sitting not far away doing handwork. Luo Wencheng noticed his frequent glances and turned to him and said : "Do you want to draw too?"

"Ah? Ah..." Zhang Shujie waved his hands quickly.

Luo Wencheng smiled and said, "Come and try, there are a lot of pens and paper here anyway."

The materials are all brought by Luo Wencheng himself. The things he uses are professional and complete. Even the most layman may want to play with those pens when they see those pens laid out in a row.

Zhang Shujie's expression was obviously moved.

Luo Wencheng gave the two little ones a wink, and the two children were very clever to pull people: "Brother, come on, come on, let's draw together!"

Zhang Shujie moved over on crutches, and his hands were shaking when he picked up the sketch pencil.

Luo Wencheng said gently: "Don't worry, just look at this apple and slowly draw it on the drawing board in your hand with a pen."

Zhang Shujie took a deep breath, his hands were still trembling for a while, but after two minutes they became very stable. He concentrated on drawing the apples on the table. Luo Wencheng stood behind him for a while, and his gaze changed slightly. .

In fact, the drawing level of the dragon and phoenix twins is average, and the children's imagination is eclectic, and they can't be seen to be much better than other children. It's just that Luo Wencheng wanted an excuse to contact this family, so he said that they draw well.

But Zhang Shujie really did a pretty good job of drawing, apart from the first crookedness, the latter half of the apple looks pretty good, and it looks a bit like the real thing.

"Ever painted before?" he asked.

Zhang Shujie shook his head nervously.

Luo Wencheng pondered for a moment, and began to formally teach him the posture of holding a pen, some basic techniques of sketching, and then changed to a rectangular pencil case of twin dragons and phoenixes for him to draw.

"When you draw the frame, you should be crisp, the lines should be straight, and your hands should be steady...The shadows should be drawn in the same direction, and the hands should be neat, and you can't smear back and forth..."

Zhang Qihui stood outside the house, looking at the four people in the house. His three children were all serious about painting. The young man sometimes answered questions for this one, sometimes looked at that painting, and would bend down and teach him how to do it. painting.

He is wearing a bright white shirt and a dark green long windbreaker. He is tall, white, gentle, and very good-looking. It doesn't match this humble house and his three children at all, but look. Going up, it seems to be a special fit.

"He is really a very good teacher. He doesn't look too big, so enthusiastic and patient." Wang Ruhua said happily from the side, and when she turned her head and saw her husband's eyes were red, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm going to get some supper, I can't make the teacher hungry." Zhang Qihui walked into the small kitchen with a dull head.

Wang Ruhua looked at him, at Luo Wencheng in the room, and understood.

The husband must be thinking about the first child.

If that child is still there, it seems to be around the same age, right?

Wang Ruhua knew that the child was stolen, which directly caused the death of her husband at the time and his wife. It was precisely because he had a similar experience that he helped him so much at that time. He regarded Zhang Shujie as his son and was looking for him. Save, the whole person is a little crazy. She remembered that after Xiaojie came back, the big man ran out and squatted on the ground crying, which shocked everyone.

Later, for the same reason, he stayed to take care of his mother and child. After getting married, he resisted having his own child for many years. She knew that he would never forget his first child.

Luo Wencheng stayed until nine o'clock, and was dragged to eat a bowl of poached egg noodles before leaving. Zhang Qihui insisted on seeing him off, but he refused repeatedly before giving up his idea.

He wanted to walk alone.

The cold old street was not much more spacious than the alley, and the street lights were a little dim, and the temperature of the wind blowing from the river was just right. Luo Wencheng walked silently by himself, feeling very calm.

Neither excited nor disappointed, neither happy nor sad, he just silently thought about what to do next.

The situation of the Zhang family is not optimistic. For a family of five, Wang Ruhua and Zhang Shujie have limited income. The main income is Zhang Qihui, but the income from driving to death is the same. If it is an ordinary family, it is enough to eat and wear.

But Wang Ruhua and Zhang Shujie are not in good health, and they get sick a lot throughout the year. Even if they don't get sick, Wang Ruhua wasted too much when they gave birth to twins. Now they have to take medicine every day, and the cost of medicine is not a small amount.

A slight accident, or someone's serious illness, can overwhelm this family.

Furthermore, the two younger ones are getting bigger and bigger, but Zhang Qihui is almost fifty years old, how many years can he still drive?

Luo Wencheng counted the money he had in hand. The money he earned before was less than 30,000 yuan. If he could win the competition, the champion would only be 100,000 yuan, and he couldn't guarantee that he would win the championship.

Luo Wencheng exhaled lightly, stopped in his tracks, and suddenly said, "Come out."