Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

While talking, the two rode to the school.

The distance here is far away and it is inconvenient for the students to go to school, so even the class time is later than in ordinary schools.Although Fang Yan and Teacher Zhao came out early, they rode a little slower because of small talk on the road. It was not too early when they arrived, and even early students had already arrived.

When Fang Yan entered the door, the boy who was helping to wipe the blackboard glanced at him. He probably remembered him, so he hurried out embarrassedly.Before Fang Yan could come back to his senses, the boy ran back, holding a few boiled potatoes in his hand. He stood in front of Fang Yan, raised the potatoes in his hands up to Fang Yan’s. before.

Fang Yan was stunned for a moment, and hesitated: "Is this for me?"

The boy nodded embarrassedly.

Compared with the gift the eldest brother gave yesterday, this is already a gift to your house, but it is the only gift he can take out. This is the breakfast he specially left for the eldest brother in return.

"Thank you." Fang Yan stretched out his hand to take it. As soon as the potato fell into her hand, there was a sound of "gu~" from the boy's side.

"..."

The boy blushed, and when he saw that he had done the potatoes, he ran out quickly.

"Wait." Fang Yan grabbed his back collar and used a bit of strength to grab him back: "Is this your breakfast?"

After eating a lot of meals here, Fang Yan already knew the food of the people here.

Potatoes still have residual temperature, and the entrance is not so hot that they are already a long time away from the pot.A boy can have a limited amount of property, and he can take very important grains as a gift. You don't need to think about it, and you know where the grain comes from.

There is no other way except to save from his own food.

Suddenly being held by Fang Yan, the boy was a little at a loss. Hearing Fang Yan's question again, he didn't know what to do.

This boy is not very old, and he is usually very well-behaved. Maybe he hasn't learned how to speak. Now facing Fang Yan, he can't say a word even hesitated.

He looked up at Fang Yan, his eyes pitiful.

"Really it's your breakfast?" Fang Yan forcefully stuffed these potatoes back: "Then you should keep them for yourself. You are still young and your body is the most important thing."

"But..." The boy pursed his lips, still stubbornly handing the potatoes to his hand: "Here you are."

"I can't take it."

"...Yes, thank you!" The boy's face flushed red: "You gave me the toy yesterday, thank you."

Fang Yan knew it, but still did not accept: "Anything is okay for the thank-you gift, not this one. You are still young and growing. You can’t be hungry. Eat your breakfast obediently, and wait for me to go to class. , If you are more obedient, it's just a thank you."

The boy's attention was immediately attracted by his words: "Class?"

"Yes, Teacher Fang will be your music teacher in the future." Teacher Zhao said on the side: "There will be music lessons from today. By the way, Xiaojun, you go and see if the piano is still there. Okay, Teacher Fang will also play the piano for you."

The boy's eyes lit up, he answered, and ran out immediately.

After his figure disappeared, Teacher Zhao led Fang Yan into the office again.

There are not many places in the office, and there are not many teachers. They are all here, and when Fang Yan comes in, they nodded at Fang Yan.

"There are only a few teachers in the school who teach different grades. The Chinese class, math class, and physical education class are all taught by one person. Occasionally, Dongge will come to help me when they are free. Fortunately, these are in the school. The child is good, and it doesn’t take much effort. Now Teacher Fang, you are also here. Apart from the music class, there may be a lot of trouble for you.” Teacher Zhao said with some embarrassment: “Now you are here. It makes me a lot easier."

Fang Yan smiled: "If you need my help, just ask it."

"Good, good." Teacher Zhao responded in a hurry, with joy from ear to ear: "I'm afraid I will keep you busy in the future."

"By the way, Teacher Fang, you stand here and don't move. I'll look for a rag. Gao Cheng only told me about your coming last night. I didn't have time to wipe this table. I'll wipe it for you. "

Fang Yan stopped him quickly: "No, I can do it myself."

Seeing his insistence, Teacher Zhao couldn't say anything, and brought him the rag and bucket, and then he was busy sorting out the content of today's class.

Fang Yan finished wiping the table, and the boy who ran away just ran over again, sweating profusely: "Teacher, I found the piano. It's okay. I wiped one side. It works!"

"Okay, well done, thank you." Teacher Zhao boasted: "Then you go to rest, we will have class later."

The boy nodded and ran out quickly.

Other students also arrived one after another, and the laughter of children gradually began outside.

Before the class bell rang, the boy who ran away ran back.

Fang Yan raised his head and saw that the boy was holding a few small flowers picked from the roadside outside in his hand and a small milk bottle in his other hand.

Fang Yan glanced at him and saw that the boy's face was slowly reddening. He blushed and put the glass bottle on Fang Yan's desk. Half of it was filled with water, and then he put the other in his hand. The little flower I was holding was inserted.

Before Fang Yan said to stop him, the boy quickly ran out, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"He likes you, he wants to show you good." Teacher Zhao smiled and said, "The toys you brought yesterday made those kids like you. After you left yesterday, they have been talking about you. ."

Fang Yan stared at the small wild flowers blooming in the glass bottle. He reached out and poked the tender petals, and couldn't help but curl his mouth.

After the boy ran away, it was not long before the second girl's voice came in from outside.

"Brother! Brother!" Er Niu ran in bluffing, her eyes gleaming into Fang Yan's arms: "Brother, I heard you are coming to our school to be a teacher!"

"Ok."

"What do you teach!"

"music class."

The second girl wowed, her eyes brightened.

"Then brother, can you play the piano?"

"Ok."

The second girl wowed again, the meaning of worship floating on her face, and the worship in her eyes almost overflowed.