Zhou Xiaoyun’s Happy Life

Chapter 21 School starts (1)

Dabao heard his parents praising his sister and raised his head to take a look. I looked at my sister's correct calligraphy and then compared it with my own name, and made a judgment. I admired my sister in my heart, but I was not convinced:

"Dad, my sister's name is so easy to write. There are so few strokes. My name has many strokes and is difficult to write. No wonder Daya learned to write names faster than me. I wish I had a simpler name too. , I will definitely write it.”

 Father Zhou was amused by his son: "Okay, okay, how about changing your name to a simple one, called Monday. It's best to write "one"."

Dabao couldn't tell that Zhou's father was joking, so he believed it: "Really? That's great. It will save me trouble writing my name in the future."

Zhao Yuzhen was angry and funny, and pinched Dabao's ears half-seriously: "You are so silly, I don't know when I will grow up. How can anyone call you such a name? Your dad is just teasing you, why do you take it seriously?" "

Dabao muttered dissatisfiedly: "I want to change my name. My name is too difficult to write. There are too many strokes."

It’s a pity that no one paid attention to him.

 Early the next morning, Zhou Xiaoyun got up.

 She put on one of her clothes that fit her better, a skirt with polka dots that reached to her knees. The short hair below the ears was neatly combed, the face was washed clean, and the schoolbag was carried in his hand. Look at yourself in the mirror, you are still very cute!

Zhao Yuzhen brought breakfast to the table. After the children had finished eating, she urged Zhou's father to send the children to school.

Father Zhou pushed out his bicycle, asked Dabao and Zhou Xiaoyun to get on the bike, and took the children to ride to a nearby primary school.

At that time, there were not many schools. There was only one primary school for several villages. Some schools had few students and were small in size, with only grades one to three, and were called “junior primary schools”. Those in grades one to five are “complete primary school students”. The school Zhou Xiaoyun attends is relatively large among rural primary schools. There are two or three classes in each grade from grades one to five. In addition to some substitute teachers, there are also several regular teachers who have graduated from normal schools. The teaching staff is pretty good.

 I saw several rows of tile-roofed houses in the distance, and Xingwang Primary School was approaching.

Zhou Xiaoyun found that he was actually starting to get excited. It seems that as my body shrinks and my age shrinks, I begin to adapt to the life of a "little" child.

 Zhou’s father asked Dabao to go to the classroom by himself, and then took Zhou Xiaoyun to the first-grade classroom.

 There are two classes in the first grade, located next to each other. Standing at the door of the first classroom was a fierce woman in her forties, with a stern face that looked very serious and old-fashioned.

Zhou Xiaoyun panicked: No way! The first-grade teacher in her previous life was this Teacher Huang, and she suffered a lot from this Teacher Huang.

Father Zhou walked up to him and asked, "Teacher, I'm bringing my child to the first grade."

Teacher Huang frowned and looked at the man in front of him who had no self-cultivation. He was a little dissatisfied and spoke in a stiff tone: "Do you know what your child's name is and which class he is in? There are two students in the first grade of our school. Class one (1), class one (2) is next door.”

Zhou’s father said in his heart that I don’t know which class I’m in. He shook his head at Teacher Huang first, and then said: “My name is Zhou Xiaoyun. I don’t know which class I want to go to. Either...”

Zhou Xiaoyun was a little anxious on the side. Seeing that Zhou's father wanted her to go to class first, she anxiously interrupted Zhou's father: "Dad," she happened to see her uncle coming with Haizi, "Dad, look, uncle is coming too. ”

Father Zhou followed Zhou Xiaoyun's hand and saw Zhou Guofu coming over with his son Zhou Zhihai. He hurriedly led Zhou Xiaoyun over.

“Brother, you also bring Haizi to the first grade.”

Uncle Zhou Guofu said with a smile: "Yes, your eldest daughter is one year younger than our Haizi. Since eldest daughter is already in the first grade, I can't let Haizi play wildly at home. By the way, why don't you Send Da Ya into the classroom?”

Father Zhou touched his head in embarrassment and said, "I don't know which class to send Da Ya to. There are two classes in total."

"Let's just let Daya and Haizi stay in the same class so that they can be taken care of in the future. Haizi is in Class 2, so you can send Daya to Class 2 as well." Zhou Guofu suggested.

Father Zhou thought it was a good idea, so he took Zhou Xiaoyun and Zhou Guofu to send the child to the classroom. After telling the children to be obedient in the classroom, the two adults left.

 This is the treatment you only get on the first day of school. From now on, you have to go to and from school by yourself.

Zhou Xiaoyun liked his current teacher very much at first glance.

This teacher is a young man who has just graduated, probably in his twenties. He wears glasses in a polite manner, looks fair and delicate, and feels very comfortable looking at her. His voice was very gentle, speaking standard Mandarin, and his pleasant voice made Zhou Xiaoyun a little intoxicated.

It seems that going to class will be a pleasant thing from now on. Who doesn’t like handsome guys?

Many more children came one after another, most of them were seven or eight years old, and there was no one like Zhou Xiaoyun who was six years old. Some familiar faces among these children are from this village, and some from neighboring villages. The familiar ones got together early to play, and the unfamiliar ones had a great time exchanging names.

 Innocent childhood! It’s better to be a child!

Zhou Xiaoyun had no time to express his feelings before he was dragged to play by Wang Jingjing from the same village.

 (End of this chapter)