Ying Shao is a Girl

Hearing this, Yi Mo's face suddenly became stiff.

How did they know?

A group of children looked at him sincerely, and he couldn't lie to them.

"um, yes."

Yimo still told them truthfully.

The children's mood seemed to be depressed, and the atmosphere was very delicate.

The news that Teacher Yimo was leaving was that Brother Sack told them that they still didn't give up.

You have to hear it said in person by Imo.

In fact, they knew very well that Yimo could not stay here forever.

But there will always be a little hope in my heart.

"So, will Teacher Yimo come back to visit us?"

The children asked cautiously, with sincere eyes.

But it was precisely because of their sincerity and simplicity that Yimo couldn't bear to lie to them.

"Probably not."

I don't know when he will come here next time. It may be a long, long time later. Maybe by then the children will have forgotten him.

"..."

"Okay, Teacher Yimo, when will you leave? Is it tomorrow?"

"Well, tomorrow night."

Imogen Sak booked the last flight and wanted to stay here for more time.

Sack knew that he couldn't bear to leave these children and wanted to spend more time with them, so he agreed.

Sark agreed so readily that Immo was a little shocked.

"Then Teacher Yimo, can you come and see us before leaving tomorrow?"

A group of children looked at Yi Mo with pleading eyes.

"Okay." Yi Mo nodded solemnly.

Even if the children don't mention it, he will come back to see the children before leaving.

-

"Teacher Yimo is here! Come on, come on, get ready!"

Yi Mo gradually approached.

The children quickly formed a circle around Immo and sang to him.

There are their local languages ​​as well as English.

They had not learned English for long and seemed a little jerky and clumsy.

But the clear and ethereal voices of the children contain more true feelings.

Yimo couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The children's voices lingered in his ears for a long time and never dissipated.

Suddenly, children swarmed over, all holding things in their hands.

"Teacher Yimo, this is the best painting I have ever painted, and I give it to you!"

"Teacher Yimo, Teacher Yimo, this is my most beloved little clip, and it is also my only little clip. I give it to you, you have to keep it well!"

"And mine, teacher, this is a small umbrella I made. It may not be very pretty, but I like it very much, so give it to the teacher!"

"Teacher, look, this is delicious food made by our family. We can only eat it during big festivals. Now I give it to Teacher Yimo who loves to eat!"

"..."

"..."

The children talked all over the place and kept stuffing things into Yimo's hands. Their simple little faces turned red with excitement.

Immo felt the enthusiasm of the children.

Although they were very reluctant to leave, they did not cry, and their faces were still filled with happy smiles. The smiles were bright, showing their neat and white teeth.

Watching Yimo off.

The children said in unison,

"Teacher Yimo, if you don't play, forget about us!"

The children's voices were scattered in the wind.

The howling wind swirled around Yi Mo's ears, and the yellow sand in the sky was blown up by the wind.

The sand blinded my eyes.

Eyes wet.

-

Yi Mo didn't know how he went back with so many things.

Although there were many things, none of them were lost.

Because there was a voice in his heart that kept reminding him that it was very important not to drop it.

Seeing him come back like this, Sark was shocked and couldn't help but sigh, Yimo really captured the children's hearts.

"Have you packed your things? Ready to leave."

Sac reminded him aloud.