章)A gust of autumn wind and drizzle swept off a few dead leaves on the branches and blew away the last warmth of summer.
The children were chasing and playing in the classroom and corridor.
The office and the teaching building were separated by a long corridor, but the noisy noise could not be covered.
Zhu Wenshu finally finished correcting yesterdays homework. He put down the red pen and picked up a colored pencil to trace the tabloid template.
Just after writing two words, a little girl rushed into the office and cried, "Teacher! Zhang Zhihao pulled my hair!"
Zhu Wenshu sighed, reached out and touched the back of the little girls head. Looking back, a chubby little boy was hiding at the door of the office and looking in.
Seeing Zhu Wenshu looking over, he turned around and wanted to run.
"Zhang Zhihao, come in."
She said in a deep voice.
Zhang Zhihao had no choice but to come in shyly with his hands behind his back.
Before Zhu Wenshu could speak, he was frightened by a glance and confessed: "Teacher, I didnt use too much force!"
"You used too much force!" The little girl said while wiping her tears, "You messed up the braids my mother braided for me!"
"I, I was just joking."
"Woo woo woo..."
"Zhihao."
Zhu Wenshu waved his hand, motioning him to come closer, "You hurt your classmates, and you cant make jokes that others dont like, do you understand?"
Zhang Zhihao put his hands behind his back and said with his head down: "I understand."
"What should I do now?"
Zhang Zhihao pouted and turned around and said: "Im sorry."
"Woo woo, its okay."
Zhu Wenshu: "Then shake hands, and be united and friendly in the future."
Seeing the two fleshy little hands clasped together, Zhu Wenshu tried to force a smile, "Go back to the classroom quickly, its raining outside, dont go out in the rain."
After the two children left, Zhu Wenshu straightened her hair and continued to draw a newspaper.
Two minutes later.
"Teacher! Teacher! Ling Siyuan and Wang Xiaopeng are fighting!"
"Crack".
The colored pencil in Zhu Wenshus hand was broken by her.
Who would have thought that in the short 25-minute break time, this was already the fifth student to come and complain.
Either they were fighting or they were quarreling.
After the quarrel, there were two more fighting.
In the ten days of acting as the head teacher, Zhu Wenshu felt that she had shortened her life by ten years.
If nothing unexpected happens, she will have to take over for another three months.
According to the ratio, she may not live beyond tomorrow.
"Why did they fight?"
Zhu Wenshu turned around and asked.
The little boy who came to tip off shook his head, "I dont know, they started fighting while playing! Ling Siyuan is so fierce!"
At this moment, Zhu Wenshu finally understood why the former head teacher left her a whole box of Taitai Jingxin Oral Liquid on the day when she packed up her things to go on maternity leave.
She took a deep breath and stood up and walked towards the classroom.
She walked through the corridor full of chasing and fighting, and walked up the dangerous stairs.
Before she reached the door of the classroom, she had heard the deafening noise.
"What is this for!"
She muttered and hurriedly quickened her pace.
The moment she pushed open the back of the classroom, she saw a sea of heads, piled up in a mess, and the shouting and crying almost overturned the roof.
"Quiet!"
Zhu Wenshu shouted, "Everyone be quiet!"
The children on the periphery heard the sound, turned their heads in unison, and ran around in fear.
When the crowd dispersed, Zhu Wenshu saw the perpetrator in the innermost part.
Ling Siyuan, who was said to be very fierce——
Was being ridden on the ground by another child, unable to move.
"Stop!"
Zhu Wenshu rushed in two or three steps, and when he looked again, Ling Siyuans face was covered with blood.
"Wang Xiaopeng! Stop it!"
The little boy who was called was so scared that he rolled off Ling Siyuans body when he heard the voice.
—
"Its nothing serious, just a bump on the nose, just stop the bleeding."
The school doctor was already accustomed to this kind of fight, and threw a disinfectant wet tissue to Zhu Wenshu without any expression, indicating that she should wipe the blood off her hands.
After hearing this, Zhu Wenshus heart, which had been beating wildly, slowed down a little.
Fortunately, nothing serious happened. Ling Siyuan just had a nosebleed, and he reached out and touched it twice before wiping his whole face.
But Zhu Wenshu was in no mood to wipe her palms. She frowned, stared at the little boy in front of her, and asked, "Why did you hit him?"
Ling Siyuan had gauze stuffed in his nose, and he looked funny.
With his stubborn expression, he looked more like a cartoon character.
"Dont talk?"
Zhu Wenshu said solemnly, "It doesnt matter if you do something wrong, what matters is that you have a correct attitude."
"..."
"Tell the teacher why you are fighting?"
"..."
Seeing that he refused to speak, Zhu Wenshu had to be soft.
She half-knelt in front of Ling Siyuan, touched his hair wet with sweat, and said softly, "Tell the teacher, okay? We said we would be good friends."
Zhu Wenshus voice was like the fine bean paste flowing out of the glutinous rice balls, gentle and sweet, and the school doctor beside him felt that his heart was about to melt.
But the little boy who was more than seven years old remained indifferent, turned his head away and said nothing.
"If you continue like this..." Zhu Wenshu said, "The teacher can only talk to your parents." Asking the parents is indeed a killer move. Even the most stubborn child would panic when he heard it. His dark pupils rolled around like a black grape. "I, I... Wang Xiaopeng scolded me first!" Zhu Wenshu asked, "What did he scold you for?" Ling Siyuan opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he didnt know what he thought of. He pursed his lips, turned his head, and turned into a gourd with a sawed mouth. "No matter what, we cant solve the problem with fists." Under this gentle voice, no one knew that Zhu Wenshus patience had been exhausted. "If you dont say it, the teacher will really ask the parents." Ling Siyuans cheeks suddenly flushed, and his fingers fiddled with the hem of his clothes nervously. After a long while, he stammered, "My dad is very busy! He doesnt have time."
"How busy can he be?"
Zhu Wenshu asked, "No matter how busy he is, he still has time to come to school."
"My dad is a doctor! He saves patients every day!"
"Doctors also have off-duty time."
Zhu Wenshu said slowly, "Teacher, you can go to the hospital to find your dad."
Children are children, and they cant stand being scared when they lie.
Seeing that he was about to be exposed, he was so anxious that his baby fat was shaking. He lowered his head and thought for a while, and suddenly said again.
"No, no, my dad changed his job! Hes not in the hospital anymore!"
"Oh?"
"He, hes a big star!" Ling Siyuan rolled his eyes and recalled, "Hes always picked up by a super cool car when he goes out! More than a hundred reporters blocked downstairs of his building! Hundreds of fans take pictures of him every day and sell them for money! Teacher, you cant see him if you dont buy a ticket!"
"Why dont you say your dad is an astronaut and is not on Earth now?"
Zhu Wenshu resisted the urge to laugh, and said while taking out his mobile phone: "Yuanyuan, everyone makes mistakes. As long as you correct them, you are still a good child, but its wrong for you to lie."
Opening the DingTalk parent group, Zhu Wenshu found "Ling Siyuans father".
Ling Siyuan jumped off the bed in a hurry, but he didnt dare to do anything. He could only hold back his tears and pitifully pull the corner of Zhu Wenshus clothes.
"Teacher... dont tell my dad, he will scold me..."
Zhu Wenshu sighed, pressed the phone, and asked Ling Siyuan again.
"Then do you want to tell the teacher why you fought?"
Ling Siyuan couldnt hold on any longer, and he stammered and cried: "Wang Xiaopeng said... that my mother didnt want me anymore... my father will soon not want me either..."
"..."
Before taking over this class, Zhu Wenshu had a general understanding of the students situation.
Ling Siyuan is quite special.
According to the former head teacher, he comes from a single-parent family, and his conditions are quite good, but his father is very busy, so he is usually taught by a nanny and a tutor.
Not to mention picking up and dropping off the child and tutoring homework, he has never even attended a parent-teacher meeting.
He enrolled in school in September last year, and was actually sent by a nanny.
This is too outrageous.
Hearing Ling Siyuans statement, Zhu Wenshu was angry and distressed.
"Okay, the teacher knows, and the teacher will call Wang Xiaopeng to criticize him later. But you have to remember that no matter what happens, you should not use fists to solve it, okay?"
—
After dealing with this matter, the sun outside the window has set.
After a while, the school bell rang.
Zhu Wenshu raised her head and rubbed her neck, and exhaled a long breath.
No wonder she thought her former class teacher was 38 years old when she first met her, and wondered why she became an elderly mother.
It turned out that she was only 28 years old.
This is all the blessing of the class teacher.
After writing a work summary in the office for a while, Zhu Wenshu was a little worried about the hygiene of the class, so she got up and walked towards the classroom.
At this time, all the children in the school have gone home one after another.
The school full of graffiti is as quiet as a cartoon oil painting.
Zhu Wenshu rubbed his temples and planned to take a look and leave.
As a result, he stood in the corridor and looked inside. The sky was dark, the autumn wind was blowing, and the faint light shone on a little boy, who looked particularly lonely and pitiful.
"Ling Siyuan?"
Zhu Wenshu was startled, and his first reaction was to reflect on whether he had said something that hurt the child today.
"Why havent you gone home yet?"
Ling Siyuan in the corner lay on the table and said sullenly: "No one came to pick me up."
Zhu Wenshu immediately raised his hand to look at his watch.
"Its half past five, where are your parents?"
"I dont know"
"Dont you have a nanny? She didnt come?"
Ling Siyuan rubbed his eyes and said in a very low voice: "I dont know..."
"..."
Zhu Wenshu didnt know what to say to this childs family.
"Dont stay in the classroom alone, come to the office to write some homework.
Go ahead and do your homework. The teacher will wait with you. "
Ling Siyuan nodded, put on his schoolbag and followed Zhu Wenshu.
On the way back to the office, Zhu Wenshu called Ling Siyuans nanny and father respectively.
The outrageous thing is that neither of them could get through.
She arranged Ling Siyuan to do his homework on the desk of the teacher next door. When she sat down, she lowered her head and looked at the little boy carefully.
On his fair and delicate face, the thick eyelashes at the moment drooped down, and there was actually a layer of shadow, as cute as a girl.
Alas, the parents were so cruel.
In a blink of an eye, more than half an hour passed.
Zhu Wenshu had tried to contact Ling Siyuans parents six or seven times, but none of them succeeded.
At this point, even the teachers who worked overtime had left, and the child was still pitifully waiting for someone to pick him up.
Seeing that the phone was almost out of power, Zhu Wenshu completely lost her temper and was even more anxious than Ling Siyuan.
If she hadnt gone to the classroom today to take a look, would she really let the child wait alone?
What if he runs out by himself and something happens?
It was getting dark, the children hadnt had dinner yet, and it was raining outside. It was chilly, so staying in the office all the time was not a good idea.
Zhu Wenshu took Ling Siyuans hand and sighed softly.
"Are you cold? Let me take you home first? "
Children always feel insecure when they are alone outside, so he nodded and started to pack his schoolbag.
Ling Siyuans home is not far from the school, only a few kilometers away, but the traffic is unusually congested today, and the taxi took almost half an hour to arrive.
On the way to send him upstairs, Zhu Wenshu looked at the environment of this high-end community, and the more he thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed.
He actually left the child alone in school without caring about it.
How can he be a father if he is so irresponsible?
But he thought again.
It is really not easy for a single father to make money to support his family. He probably thought that everything would be fine if he handed the child over to the nanny.
But no matter how busy he is, he should balance work and family.
She thought about it for a long time and felt that she needed to find an opportunity to have a good chat with this single father.
While she was hesitating, Zhu Wenshu suddenly received a call from the nanny.
"Teacher Zhu?" The nanny said anxiously, "Is Ling Siyuan still in school? ”
Zhu Wenshu: “…What time did you call me? I’ve already sent him to my doorstep.”
“Oh! Great! I was so scared!”
The nanny raised her voice and said, “It’s all my fault! There was an accident on the road just now. I’ve dealt with it now. I’m really sorry to bother you. The child’s father is at home today. I’ll feel relieved if you hand him over to his father!”
The child’s father is actually at home?
Zhu Wenshu blinked.
Just wanted to find a chance to talk to him, but didn’t expect the opportunity to come so soon.
“Okay, I got it.”
After hanging up the phone, Zhu Wenshu patted Ling Siyuan’s head, “Auntie said your father is at home today. Teacher, please talk to him by the way. Is there anything you want the teacher to help you say? "
These words had a different meaning when they fell into Ling Siyuans ears.
He was shocked.
Talking to dad, isnt that just to complain?!
What if he knew that he had a fight at school today...
The elevator just stopped at the 28th floor. Seeing the door open, Ling Siyuan was shocked. He immediately trotted in two steps to stop in front of Zhu Wenshu and bowed hard.
"I dont have anything to say! Thank you teacher for sending me home! Goodbye teacher!"
Zhu Wenshu was not in the mood to expose Ling Siyuans little thoughts for the time being. She just said in a hurry, "The teacher is not here to criticize you," and then reached out to press the doorbell.
"Ding Dong" two times, especially clear in the empty entrance corridor.
"Teacher, dont, dont..."
At this time, a male voice came from the loudspeaker of the video doorbell.
"Who? "
Zhu Wenshu and Ling Siyuan were both stunned.
It was just one word, but Zhu Wenshu felt that her eardrum was gently tickled.
Even the faint sound of electricity in the loudspeaker could not conceal the clarity of his voice.
Zhu Wenshu quickly glanced at Ling Siyuan.
She didnt expect that this single fathers voice was so nice.
He sounded so young.