I Give Half of My Life to You

Lin Miao sat by the bed. For convenience, the young master dialed the number while giving her a place.

Lin Miaofei took off his shoes, and then crawled to his side.

The younger master had more pillows on the bed. The two leaned on the pillows, listening to the beeping nervously and expectantly.

Then there was a voice over there, "Hey, who are you looking for?"

Lin Miao's face glowed and shouted excitedly, "Sister Damei, I am Shui Shui!"

Damei is the eldest girl of the village head's family. She is two years older than Lin Miao, but is very kind to Lin Miao.

"Shuishui, I heard Xiaomei say, you are going to work, is it fun to work outside?" Damei asked.

"It's fun." Lin Miao was talking about her mother's affairs without saying much about it, but saying, "Is my mother at home?"

Over there, Damei said, "Auntie Lin went to the city. She left the day you left. She didn't say when she would come back..."

The light on Lin Miao's face disappeared all at once, and said, "Oh. I know, then you told Xiaomei that they would study hard at home and I would come back to buy sugar for the New Year."

Lin Miao hung up her mobile phone and laughed more ugly than she cried. "Mom went to the city and didn't know what to go back to."

"My brother is sick, and my mother must have gone to the city to find my father."

The young master touched her head, "It's still six months before the New Year, and I will accompany you back when I don't cry."

Lin Miao was a little lost, and got off the bed. "Six months are so long. I don't know if my mother came home at that time."

"Well, I must be home, and my brother's illness must be well." The young master's voice is particularly convincing. "Don't you say that your mother asked you to read well? During these six months, I will teach you English and go back in time. Your mother must praise you." They usually don’t have much time. They are basically Chinese and mathematics. Moreover, Lin Miao’s school only started to learn English in the third grade, but in fact, English classes are basically not taken. Primary school to junior high school, not English, only Chinese math.

For most of the semester, Lin Miao would only say, "Trumple your house", which means good evening. At that time, I went back to my mother and said that mother had specially made bacon to reward her that night.

Originally, she was not interested in this at all, but Lin Miao lifted up suddenly and looked at the young master, "Brother, you are so nice."

The young master nodded and said seriously, "I think so."

Then pulled Lin Miao up from the quilt, "Go and get the book."

Although it is summer, his room is air-conditioned anytime and anywhere, so he has to cover the quilt.

Lin Miao was happily going to the library next to the young master to get the book, and was stopped by the young master. "Don't be seen by anyone, take the door to the bottom right, the innermost book."

Lin Miao secretly went out like a spy.

The reason why she was not seen was that the doctor must say that he was bothered and hurt, and that he was bad for the body, and he was said to be bored.

Lin Miao was still very quick and came back sneakily.

Empty hand.

"What about books?" Little Master is a little strange.

Lin Miao hurried over and sat next to him, back to the door, making a mouth shape, "The doctor is here..."

The little master nodded, saying that he knew that the two were like two little secret agents with a common secret, and secretly exchanged information with a little excitement.

Sure enough, the door opened, and the doctor came in and checked the young master.

Lin Miao stood obediently next to her, crossed her hands and placed it in front of her.

The doctor is still the same as the previous rhetoric, let the young master take a good rest, saying that the treatment used now is not bad, and his body has improved.

Then the doctor told two more words and left.

As soon as the doctor closed the door, Lin Miao immediately took out two books from his clothes.

He smiled and said, "I met him as soon as I came out of the study. I was scared and I was smart."

The young master brought the book, which was a textbook for him when he was in kindergarten.

His kindergarten is a bilingual kindergarten.

The young master just opened, and then immediately closed, "Forget it, we don't need textbooks."

Lin Miao didn't quite understand why. When he walked in, he saw the three big characters, "Yu Jingxuan"

The degree of distortion of the three words is a bit like the kind of house that is about to collapse.

The young man blushed and corrected himself, "This is a book in my kindergarten, and I am the first person in my class to write the name completely."

Lin Miao couldn't help but say, "Brother, you are so good. When I was in the first grade, I still only wrote Mu Mu Shui Shui Shui, and they laughed for a long time."

Lin Miao took the pen and wrote on the white paper, stroke by stroke, "Yu"

"view"

"Xuan"

She wrote it very seriously, however, she was ugly.

After Lin Miao finished writing, he looked at it with satisfaction and said, "I always thought you were a big fish."

The young master took the pen and wrote beside him, "Lin Miaomiao"

With Lin Miao, the font that can basically compare with the signature of the young master's kindergarten.

Lin Miao looked envious, "I also want to write the name so beautifully."

"It's okay to practice again." At this point, the young master remembered the business, "Okay, I started learning English."

"Have you studied before?"

Lin Miao nodded, "Learn, learn, tinker with your house!"

"Huh?" Young Master blinked.

"Trumpet your house." Lin Miao said again.

"Goodevening?" The young master repeated.

The young master's voice was particularly nice. Lin Miao felt better than their English teacher. It was a bit like the sound on the tape that the English teacher put at that time.

Lin Miao nodded vigorously.

"What do you remember?" the young master asked with a smile.

Lin Miao was encouraged and recalled, but did not remember much, "Wait for me."

With that said, he ran out in full swing.

Go back to your room and bring the English book.

Then he sat next to the young master and opened the book, "Bowl, spit, water, fire..."

The little master saw a lot of notes in her book.

Below each word, there is a tone.

The little master collected her books, and then spread out the books in his hand, and said with a sorrowful face, "Shui Shui, promise me, forget what your teacher taught."

Lin Miao nodded, "Okay."

Not too clever.

The young master touched her head. "Sitting back, we will start with the phonetic symbols."

Many notes are also marked on his book, but that is a phonetic symbol.

The young master taught for more than 40 minutes, and finally let the children of Lin Miao understand that "Trumbling your house" and "goodevening" are not the same pronunciation.

Being a teacher is really not easy.

During the day, the doctor occasionally came to visit. The young master thought he was nagging and ink stained, and he just pretended to sleep, and Lin Miao was lying beside the bed, just covering the book.

Lin Miao felt that it was not right to deceive the doctor. The young master said, "I'm not sleepy. Why do I sleep? I used to sleep too much during the day, but I couldn't sleep at night..."

Lin Miao thinks about it, it seems that this is the same reason. Too much sleep will make me unable to sleep at night.

Nor can they study at any time. The two still have to play games. The young master drew a flying chess, cut Lin Miao’s rubber into squares, and then wrote one, two, three, four, five, six, and the two tossed rubber to play flying chess.

There is a penalty in the corresponding position.

Not much to play the tic-tac-toe game, because he won all the time, afraid of affecting the self-confidence of Lin Miao’s children.

How good a flying chess is, purely by luck.