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Song Yao felt that Teacher He was obviously a famous figure near home. When they heard that she was back, these people who came to see her actually came to see her in batches.

As soon as one batch left, another batch came.

The He family entertained three or four groups of people, and no one came to watch until it was almost time for lunch.

After all, if you come here at noon, it will be a waste of time.

But no one who wants to save face can do such a thing.

After the last group of people left, Song Yao, who had been being talked about by these adults, was still a little unfinished.

Although he is also very popular in Xinghe County, he grew up there after all. Everyone knows very well what kind of situation he is in, and even if they chat, they won't last long.

But the neighbors of Teacher He's house are different. Even if Song Yao talks to them loudly about his research experience, they can still listen with interest even if they don't understand.

So knowing that it was time to eat and no one would come, the child was still a little reluctant to leave.

He regretfully said to Teacher He: "Teacher, you are so popular in Lecheng. It's a pity that we have to go back before school starts, otherwise I really want to keep chatting with them here."

Teacher He: "...it's not that I'm popular, they all come to see you."

It was true that the first batch of people came to see her, but since the news spread that "the students brought back by Wenwen of the He family were commended by the country," the next few batches came to see Song Yao. Yes.

At first, Teacher He was worried that Song Yao would not be able to withstand so many people.

Turns out she was overthinking.

Song Yao was not shy at all when he sat in the middle of the crowd. He sang along with his father and perfectly controlled the rhythm of the entire chat.

Zhao Xiaodong, who was standing next to him, would interject from time to time. Originally, many people came here to inquire about gossip, but when they left, they didn't hear much about Song Yao and the others, but they were busy with their own affairs.

No, they also knew something about Song Yao.

For example, how he was praised by his whole family, including the whole village, and how he was praised by the whole county when he arrived in the county.

How the county magistrate praised him, and how a national cadre named Liu praised him when the country came to commend him.

Even when the little yellow dog raised by Grandma Zheng in Xiaoshu Village next door saw him kissing him more than others, Song Yao could brag about it and show off his invincible good relationship with a dog.

The last neighbor had a dazed expression on his face when he left.

Before leaving, he said to Mother He: "This child is worthy of being commended by the country. He even talks more than others."

Mother He didn't know how "national commendation" and "talking a lot" were connected, but she was still very happy.

Their family was in the spotlight today.

Originally, if anything happened here, it would be spread everywhere, but now everyone in this street must know that the students taught by her daughter have been commended by the country.

Of course there is nothing substantial.

But glory!

Haven't you seen so many neighbors lining up to watch?

Mother He straightened her waist a little.

Without him, I feel proud.

Many people had said privately that her daughter was divorced and went to work as a teacher in a small mountain village, and her life must have been miserable.

How good He Junwen was before, but now he is so embarrassing.

Well now, everyone knows.

Even if her daughter gets divorced and becomes a teacher instead of going to college, that is still excellent.

And all of this was brought about by Song Yao and the others.

With a smile on her face, Mother He found money from the house and gave it to her daughter-in-law:

"You go buy some mutton and come back. I've heard Yao'er talking about the mutton soup at the train station several times. Let's eat mutton for lunch."

Sister-in-law He also loved food, so she immediately happily took the money and said yes, and went out to buy mutton.

She was thinking about buying a few more meaty bones to make bone soup to moisten the throats of Song Yao and Song's father. They had talked a lot this morning.

Chatting with her colleagues when she was at work was not that interesting.

Song Yao happily chatted with some adults all morning. At lunch, he ate the mutton he had been longing for and drank bone soup. He was super happy.

After he finished eating happily, He's mother also brought mung bean cake from the house for them to eat.

Song Yao hadn't eaten mung bean cake yet, so she happily took it and smiled sweetly at her: "Thank you, grandma."

Mother He's heart softened when she heard such a sweet voice calling her grandma.

A smile almost appeared on her face:

"As long as you like it, eat slowly. I'll have some left after you're done, and I'll put them in for you when you leave."

Song Yao nodded happily.

He thinks Teacher He’s house is really fun.

There were so many people talking to him, and the teacher’s family members were all so kind to him.

Just now the teacher's brother gave him and Zhao Xiaodong a book each.

He had food, drinks, people to chat with, and so many books to read. Everyone smiled so beautifully when they saw him and kept praising him. The child was so happy that he didn't want to leave.

Father Song is similar.

He feels quite comfortable today.

And although the people who came to chat were all older, after all, the younger ones were all working today except for the state units, but Song's father was able to remain the parents' precious son before Song Yao was born not just because of Du Miaomiao's identity.

He can chat with young people, but he can chat better with older people.

There are many promising children in this small alley where the He family lives. In this morning alone, Song's father has harvested their mother | promise.

After harvesting a lot, he was warmly entertained by the He family.

Even Father Song, who has always been thick-skinned, felt a little embarrassed.

He deeply felt that his gifts were still insufficient.

Mother He felt that enough was enough.

Mountain products are not valuable, but they are difficult to buy, and the price of honey is even more expensive. If her daughter hadn't personally said that their store was very good, Mother He would definitely not accept it.

After receiving such a good gift, they also helped her daughter to "return home in fine clothes". How could Mother He see how these people were kissing each other.

I no longer call Father Song "Comrade Song", but use a more intimate title: "Little Song."

“It’s a good thing that you want to study in a school that teaches people how to do business, but there are many scammers in this kind of school, and you’re a foreigner, so it’s not good if you get scammed.

Well, I know a professor of economics who used to teach college students. Although he is not in business, he is very good at teaching others. Many business people have visited him before. If you are free tomorrow, , I'll take you there to try. "

Father Song was about to be knocked unconscious by this pie falling from the sky:

"Would this be too much trouble for you?"

Of course there will be trouble, but He's mother accepts his affection and is willing to ask for favors for him:

"What's the trouble? I'm just helping you pull the strings. How much he is willing to teach you depends on your ability."

Everyone has built a bridge in front of them, so Father Song will naturally not shirk it anymore. He excitedly thanked him again and again:

"Thank you so much. I said my eyes went dark. I didn't expect you to send me a pillow when I fell asleep. I have to thank you very much."

Although He's mother only wanted to connect because of gratitude and rapport, she didn't ask for anything in return, but it was one thing that she didn't ask for anything in return. Father Song's straightforward gratitude made her feel very comfortable.

Now I felt more and more that I had made the right decision, so I waved my hand with a smile:

"It's my turn to thank you. Our family, Wenwen, is alone in Xinghe, and it's all because of your care. I still treat her like this today, and praise her like this in front of so many villagers. I'm really grateful. you."

Father Song doesn't think there's anything wrong with doing this.

He felt that he didn't take much care of Teacher He. The whole village provided firewood and vegetables.

The most I can do is hang around the other person's house more often to make her feel at ease.

As for praising Teacher He today, he also acted on his own behalf.

Who wouldn’t want to show off their achievements and express themselves in front of the neighbors when they go out and return home?

He went to Huling County, and when he returned to the village, he wanted to show off to the whole village.

Teacher He must be shy and embarrassed to brag. He wanted to chat anyway, so he just blew it for her casually. What a big deal.

So He was really surprised that He's mother was willing to use her favors to help him connect.

Because when he did the above, he never thought about paying back, so now he especially wants to express his inner gratitude.

It happened that He's mother was also grateful, and the two of them started to thank each other.

Teacher He tried to interrupt them, but neither of the two people who were so moved ignored her.

The person involved, Mr. He: "..."

They spent a long time there thanking each other. Song Yao, who was eating mung bean cake, raised his little ears and didn't skip the plot.

He sat happily on the chair, swinging his short legs that could not reach the ground, and said to Zhao Xiaodong:

"They will definitely have to thank you for a long time. We can eat slowly."

Zhao Xiaodong was also very used to this kind of scene and nodded happily. The mung bean cake was so delicious that he wanted to taste it carefully.

The two children took a bite of the mung bean cake and glanced at Father Song and Mother He, as if they were treating them as "dishes."

Yuan Jiang sat silently next to them, reaching out to wipe off the debris on their faces.

Song Yao raised his head with bright eyes and smiled sweetly at Yuan Jiang.

The child generously handed over a piece of mung bean cake: "Brother Yuan Jiang, here you go."

Yuan Jiang refused: "I'm full."

Brother He just heard that he was Teacher He's colleague, and specially gave him a large piece of meat.

Coupled with the meat that Sister He gave when serving soup and the vegetables that Mother He picked up, Yuan Jiang, who always had a good appetite, felt a little stuffed after eating.

He could clearly feel that he had grown a lot recently.

After all, ever since he was assigned to Song Yao to protect him, everyone around Song Yao has been feeding this cute child.

Even Yuan Jiang, who had been by his side, ate too much.

He has been doing exercises in his free time recently, and he has managed to maintain his abdominal muscles.

The cold and hard soldier thought seriously, it seems that he needs to increase his training.

If you continue to eat like this, your abdominal muscles will be eaten away sooner or later.

Song Yao didn't know Yuan Jiang's psychological activities, so he nodded when he heard that he was full and continued to eat mung bean cake happily.

In fact, he was full and his belly was bulging.

But the mung bean cake was so delicious that I couldn’t bear to stop.

Brother He couldn't get a word in when Mother He was talking. He didn't care at first.

Until I discovered that the conversation between He's mother and Song's father had reached the stage of "we are so destined to be godfathers, and then I will have a good son."

He: ...Why do you say this as if your mother has no son now?

He hesitated for a long time and did not dare to interrupt his mother. He could only turn to look at his wife, only to find that Sister-in-law He was chatting affectionately with Teacher He. He patted her hand and was impatiently thrown away. .

Brother He: "..."

He looked at the people at the table. His mother and Song's father had already talked about the ceremony of asking for a marriage. His wife and his sister were talking about embarrassing things when he was a child. Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were chattering together and talking about physics. .

The only one left seems to be his sister's colleague, Mr. Harae.

Brother He approached tentatively: "Teacher Yuan, what do you do in your spare time?"

Hara Jiang: "Long-distance running, push-ups, sit-ups."

Brother He, who usually walks to work at most: "..."

"...Haha, these two children have learned physics at such a young age. I happen to be good at physics. I will teach them while you eat."

Song Yao was having a heated discussion with Zhao Xiaodong when someone stood in front of him.

"Are you studying physics? I'm pretty good at physics. Do you want me to teach you?"

The two children looked up.

Wow!

He's the teacher's brother!

He is the elder brother, he must be better than the teacher! !

They nodded happily: "Okay, okay, we just have a lot of questions."

Brother He looked at the two children with innocent smiles and devoted themselves to learning, and felt that he understood why his sister did not want to return to Lecheng.

Okay, let him help his sister teach the students.

He confidently pulled up a chair and sat down next to Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong.

……ten minutes later.

Yuan Jiang was sitting quietly, and there was someone else beside him.

He looked up and saw that it was Brother He.

I don't know why, but his eyes seemed to have changed a little.

Yuanjiang: "Have you finished teaching them?"

Brother He: "..."

Teach shit.

How old are those two children? Why do they ask more tricky questions than the other?

It's hard to imagine how his sister, whose physics scores are not as good as his, usually teaches these two children.

He only managed to escape from the "problem hell" by paying the price of a book collection.

Brother He dragged a chair and sat next to Yuan Jiang.

Yuan Jiang asked him with his eyes.

Brother He: "Teacher Yuan, I think..."

"Let's talk about distance running push-ups and sit-ups."