She Came To My Concert

Ling Siyuan: "Then why did you invite my teacher to dinner?"

Ling Chen: "This is called knowing kindness, you should learn more."

"Then why do you want to be my father?"

Ling Chen didn't look back at him: "Isn't it because you were afraid of being scolded by your father, so you pretended to be me first?"

"Oh..." Ling Siyuan looked back in dismay, "I thought you were the same as Lu Zixi's brother."

Ling Chen was silent for a while.

Then, he turned his head, "What happened to his brother?"

Siyuan suddenly became interested again, tilted his chin, and said mysteriously: "Let me tell you quietly, Lu Zixi in our class, her brother wants to have a cp with our teacher, and often asks Lu Zixi to give the teacher small gifts , and let Lu Zixi lie to the teacher, she did it herself."

The driver just stopped at the intersection of traffic lights and joked with a smile: "Yuanyuan, you can't learn from her, it's wrong to lie to people."

"Ok."

Ling Chen also interjected, "Then why don't you tell the teacher and let others lie to your teacher?"

"what?"

Ling Siyuan blinked, "Then if I tell the teacher, wouldn't I betray my friend?"

Even the driver felt that what Ling Siyuan said was very reasonable, so he took the time to give him a thumbs up.

No one spoke in the car for a long time.

After returning home and entering the elevator, Ling Siyuan was already concentrating on the game, when the man behind him suddenly spoke.

"Ling Siyuan."

"Why?"

"Do you still want 648?"

The next morning, Zhu Wenshu came to school with a haggard face.

The first thing I do when I enter the office is to look through the calendar to calculate when the former head teacher will finish her maternity leave.

After realizing that the day of liberation was nowhere in sight, she braced her face and gave a hutch.

Immediately afterwards, a teacher next to him also played hache.

This kind of thing is contagious, and after a while, the whole office is hating.

"Congratulations teacher~"

At this time, a crisp voice broke the sluggish atmosphere in the office.

Zhu Wenshu turned around, "Zixi? What's the matter?"

With her little hands behind her back, Lu Zixi ran over bouncingly, her twin ponytails tied with bows swaying.

"Give this to the teacher."

She spread her hands, and a woodcut little chubby pig was lying on her palm.

"so cute."

Zhu Wenshu took it over happily, put it in the sun and read it repeatedly, "You are amazing!"

Lu Zixi seemed very shy, lowered her head and smiled.

"Then I'll go back to the classroom first."

"Well, thank you, the teacher likes it very much."

After Lu Zixi left, Zhu Wenshu opened the second drawer of the desk.

Adding this, there are already six small woodcut animals lying inside.

When Teacher Wang saw her, she said enviously, "Girls are good. If you don't look like a boy, thank God if you don't cause trouble for the teacher."

As soon as the words fell, the boy Ling Siyuan tilted his head and walked in with a kraft paper box in both hands.

"Congratulations, teacher!"

"What's wrong?"

Zhu Wenshu was a little surprised when he saw Siyuan. He thought that according to his temperament, he would definitely take the opportunity to ask for leave to play at home for two days before coming back to school.

Did not expect to come today.

"Are you feeling better? Does your stomach still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Ling Siyuan put the cardboard box on her desk, "My father and I made this together, and I gave it to Teacher Zhu, thanking the teacher for sending me to the hospital yesterday."

Zhu Wenshu was a bit unexpected.

She didn't expect that she just did a small thing. A person like Ling Chen is actually on his mind.

Still, I made it myself.

With some curiosity, she opened the carton.

Inside was a small white piano that looked like a toy.

Ling Siyuan stood on tiptoe and pointed to the small buttons on the piano.

"Here, teacher, press it."

Zhu Wenshu didn't know why, so he took out the piano and pressed his fingers lightly——

The piano that looks like a toy slowly flows out a melody.

The timbre is very pure, but the melody is gentle and progressive, with ups and downs.

Let the morning light in late autumn be as fresh and warm as the early summer sun.

Unknowingly, even the other teachers in the office turned around.

"What, music box?"

"It sounds nice."

"Mr. Xiaozhu's gifts are really varied. I have only received greeting cards and flowers."

Amidst the words of his colleagues, Zhu Wenshu suddenly turned off the music in a panic.

As if afraid of being found out, this melody comes from Ling Chen who only exists on mobile phones and TVs.

She smiled and said to Ling Siyuan, "Thank you."

Ling Siyuan looked at Zhu Wenshu in disbelief.

This is a gift from his big star uncle!

The teacher's reaction was so calm.

If it were someone else, I would probably be crazy with joy.

Alas, a teacher is a teacher, and he is indeed more powerful.

"Then teacher, I'm back in the classroom."

"OK."

After Ling Siyuan left, Zhu Wenshu stared at the music box for a while, then closed the lid and put it away.

At noon, all the teachers went to eat, and she took out the music box again.

In the empty office, this short melody echoed three times.

But every time, like those songs that I have heard since I was a child, I skillfully touched every nerve ending in Zhu Wenshu.