"Ouch, look at my memory," Wang Shumei patted her forehead and said to Lin Nianhe, "Not long after you left, Niuwa came over. The principal is looking for you."
"Well, I'll go over first." Lin Nianhe did not forget to say to Wang Shumei, "When I come back later, I will talk to Brother Qian about things in the provincial capital."
Wang Shumei pulled her and lowered her voice and said, "You don't need to say anything to Sister Zheng. It's the same with my brother delivering goods to his hometown."
"She brought it up on her own initiative," Lin Nianhe said soothingly, "We'll talk about it when I get back. I'll go see what's going on with the principal first."
"Okay, let's talk about it when we get back."
"Well...Sister Shumei, Shanshan and Xiaojun are asleep at my place. I'll take care of them when they wake up."
"Okay, don't worry."
Lin Nianhe ran out, pinched Niu Wa's face, and then asked him, "Do you know what happened to the principal?"
Niu Wa shook her head, her mouth still stained with oil: "I don't know, the principal's mother is in a good mood."
"That's good."
This year's autumn is a bit fierce, and it's so hot that people break out in sweat just a short distance away.
On the walls on both sides of the village primary school gate, the words "Self-reliance" and "Hard Struggle" are written in red paint, horizontally and vertically as if measured with a ruler.
"Uncle Captain, your leadership is good." Lin Nianhe looked at the words, pursed his lips and smiled, "Thank you for their hard work."
Niu Wa looked up at her and whispered: "Teacher Wang Dong wrote with a bamboo pole."
Lin Nianhe opened his mouth and changed his words: "Thank you very much, Comrade Zhugan."
Niu Wa covered her mouth and giggled, but in an instant he was confused: "Sister Hehe, the captain said he wanted to write an autumn harvest slogan, why did he write these eight words?"
Lin Nianhe thought seriously for a moment and replied: "Because no matter when and where we have to work hard on our own, the captain wants to remind us all the time!"
Niu Wa's eyes were bright: "Oh, uncle captain is a good leader."
It happened that Li Dahe came out of the village primary school. He glanced at them and said, "That's because your two walls are long or short, so it's just right to write four words on one side."
Lin Nianhe: "..."
Niuwa: "..."
They both raised their heads silently, looking at the white clouds on the horizon, speechless.
After a long time, Lin Nianhe tugged on Niu Wa's little hand: "Niu Wa, look, that cloud looks like a check mark. It thinks I'm right."
Niu Wa squeezed Lin Nianhe's fingers: "Yeah, sister Hehe is right."
Li Dahe: "..."
"you two……"
"Shh..." Lin Nianhe raised his index finger to his lips and said seriously, "Uncle Captain, please don't delay my ideological education class for Niu Wa."
Niu Wa nodded accordingly, with an expression that said, "I am listening very carefully."
Li Dahe twitched the corner of his mouth twice, rolled his eyes at them, resisted the urge to kick each of them, and left with his hands behind his back.
Lin Nianhe covered his heart and took Niu Wa into the village primary school, not wanting to look at those eight big characters again.
"Principal, here I come."
"Hey, it's in the kitchen, come here."
Lin Nianhe took Niu Wa towards the kitchen and smelled the aroma of oil before he entered the door.
In the enamel basin next to the stove, there is a basin of shrimp crackers at the bottom. Principal Wu was wearing an apron and was throwing a handful of shrimp crackers into the frying pan.
"Oh my god, it's the Chinese New Year today, why are you willing to fry shrimp crackers?" Lin Nianhe walked over with a smile, rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll do it."
"You're not needed." Principal Wu pointed at the basin of shrimp crackers, "Eat it, it's fresh out of the pot."
Lin Nianhe didn't think much, took two shrimp crackers and handed one to Niu Wa.
The two of them stood by the stove, chewing shrimp crackers like two little mice.
After finishing a piece of shrimp crackers, Lin Nianhe asked: "Why did you ask me to come here? You didn't just ask me to eat shrimp crackers, right?"
Principal Wu took out the swollen shrimp crackers from the oil pan with a strainer and carefully drained the oil. He turned to look at Lin Nianhe and nodded: "Yes, I asked you to come and eat the shrimp crackers."
"ah?"
Lin Nianhe's eyes widened.
Principal Wu put the shrimp crackers into a basin, pushed the basin into her arms, and said, "You two go back to the room and eat, and don't get in the way like me."
Lin Nianhe looked confused and looked down at Niu Wa.
Niu Wa returned the same blank look and shook her head.
Lin Nianhe watched Principal Wu pour the oil from the iron pan into a bowl, and couldn't help but ask again: "What are you doing? I'm so panicked."
"Tsk."
Principal Wu covered the bowl and the large iron pan with the remaining oil bottom. Then he took off his apron and pushed Lin Nianhe out while saying, "What, I can't coax you anymore? Day by day." Yes, he is not a big man, but he has a lot of thoughts on his mind. Why are you thinking about this and that?"
Lin Nianhe held the basin, afraid of scattering the shrimp slices, and did not dare to leave. He could only say: "It's so sudden, everyone would be panicked, don't blame me."
Principal Wu dragged her back to his room, waited for her to put down the basin, and then knocked her on the head.
Lin Nianhe looked at her innocently, his eyes full of questions.
Principal Wu was a little helpless, and after sighing softly, he said, "Shumei's brother and sister are here to see her. I'll cook you something delicious together."
Lin Nianhe: "...?"
Sister Shumei has a visitor at home. Can you prepare something delicious for her?
She couldn't understand this causal relationship.
Principal Wu reached out and brushed away the broken hair from Lin Nianhe's temples, looking at her with a touch of distress in his eyes.
"Shumei's house is close, and her brother can come and visit if he has nothing to do. Xiaolan is very carefree. Although she talks about going home all day long, it's okay to say it like this... It's just you, you can hide everything. In my heart, if you look like nothing is wrong, you are the most worried."
Principal Wu pulled Lin Nianhe and asked her to sit down, patted her hand and said, "Okay, eat the shrimp crackers, and then go to the brigade headquarters to call the head of the family."
Lin Nianhe looked at her, pursed his lips, and was speechless.
Therefore, the principal was afraid that she would be homesick, so she specially fried shrimp crackers for her to comfort her.
Lin Nianhe's nose was sore and the ends of his eyes were red.
The home she wanted was unreachable by phone.
Even if time and space took pity on her and allowed her to dial the number, no one would answer.
"Ouch, you're still crying at such an old age. Niuwa will laugh at you later." As Principal Wu spoke, he stretched out his hand to hug Lin Nianhe into his arms.
She patted her back, like a mother coaxing her daughter.
"Okay, don't cry anymore. Look, the autumn harvest is just around the corner. In a few months after the autumn harvest, it will be the Chinese New Year and family leave. Then you can go home..."
Lin Nianhe leaned on Principal Wu's shoulder, her clothes soaked with tears.
She nodded slightly and responded in a low voice: "Yes, I'm fine."
Wiping away his tears, Lin Nianhe straightened up and smiled at Principal Wu.
Principal Wu pinched her face and urged: "Eat quickly, eat more."
"Um!"
Lin Nianhe picked up a piece of shrimp cracker and brought it to Principal Wu's mouth.
"Hey? What are you doing? I don't like this stuff, it's too salty..."
"Eat, eat, if you don't want to eat, I won't eat either."
"Yes, if you don't eat it, we won't eat it either."
"Hey, you two little ancestors... ok, ok, eat, but don't put it in my mouth again..."
(End of chapter)
