The next day, Fu Xie came to Taiping Primary School early with a stack of paper, thinking that these children would be very happy when they saw that he had brought paper. The mood was probably the same as when he longed to get a pen and get his own pen. Your own place to listen to the lecture.
Mr. Yuan Jing can be said to be his first teacher. He was lucky enough to meet Mr. Yuan Jing back then. It was Mr. Yuan Jing who started his passion for reading and allowed him to always have books as a friend to accompany him when he was lonely.
Yesterday, he got some scrap paper and spent some time sewing it.
Entering the school, these children were not as excited as yesterday and saluted him as they did when they met for the first time.
After spending half of the class teaching them how to read poetry, Fu Xie smiled and said, "For the remaining half of the class, let's practice painting, okay?"
There was no expected excitement and expectation. Everyone in the hall remained silent and said nothing. Xie Fu noticed something strange from their expressions and actions and asked, "What's wrong?"
No one answered, so Xie Fu asked again: "What happened?"
Finally someone said: "Sir, Mr. Chen doesn't allow us to paint."
Xie Fu said in surprise: "Why?"
But no one came to answer Xie Fu's doubts. Someone said: "Mr. Chen didn't say the reason. Mr. Chen was very angry."
Xie Fu thought for a while and said "Oh", "Maybe Mr. Chen has some misunderstanding and thinks that you are not doing your job properly, but Mr. Chen believes that interest is the best teacher."
The children read out: "Interest is the best teacher?"
"Sir, what does this sentence mean?"
Xie Fu thought for a while and explained in more understandable words: "You can read more seriously and enthusiastically if you like reading. Even if you don't have a teacher to teach you, you will learn and explore on your own."
Someone responded: "Yes, sir, I listened to the stories he told and memorized the poems in no time."
Xie Fu smiled and said, "Do you want to practice painting today?"
No one answered, but Xie Fu saw the desire in their eyes. It seemed that Mr. Chen was very strict, and these children seemed to be extremely afraid of her.
"Sir, Mr. Chen said he wants to have a good talk with you."
Xie Fu smiled and said: "Just in time, I also want to talk to Mr. Chen and ask her why she stopped you from painting."
"Sir, if you don't talk to Mr. Chen, we'll probably stop painting."
Xie Fu smiled and said: "No, I will fight for you."
"Sir, Mr. Chen is very fierce. She is very scary when she is angry and will hit people."
What a childish thing. Xie Fu laughed and said, "Are you afraid that I will be beaten?"
The children didn't say anything, but they all had expressions that said, "Sir, please be careful."
Mr. Xie has never been a teacher before, and maybe he is not serious enough to act like a teacher, but in his opinion, the purpose of being strict and serious as a teacher is to restrain students and let them know how to respect teachers and teach them.
It was obvious that he was in front of a group of sensible students. He respected him and almost obeyed him, so why did he bother to put on a show of expression?
To be able to teach such a group of students who understand etiquette and respect their teachers, Mr. Ming is naturally a good gentleman.
As for Mr. Chen, the children's submissiveness also shows that Mr. Chen is a strict and strict person.
If he is strict and strict, it will be too depressing for these children. This is the same as a loving father and a strict mother who are loyal and filial.
Xie Fu said with a smile: "I respect Mr. Chen's wishes first, and we will make arrangements after we have discussed it."
"Thank you sir."
Chen Qinglan arrived early specially, and the two met at the door. Chen Qinglan was surprised to see the person in front of him dressed in simple Confucian clothes.
Originally, she thought that the person she met Yi Hang was a gorgeously dressed playboy, but the person in front of her was obviously not. She felt that this person looked familiar. She seemed to have seen him somewhere, but she couldn't remember. Maybe she had seen him before. Pretty much the same people.
This female gentleman is dressed in an elegant men's robe, with no makeup on her delicate face, and a sword hairpin inserted horizontally in her bun. It can be seen that she has put great effort into the gentleman's dignified image.
Fu Xie recognized Chen Douzhi at a glance and was a little surprised. This famous Chen Douzhi turned out to be the teacher of Taiping Primary School. Is she the strict Mr. Chen that the children said?
The two looked at each other. Chen Qinglan's eyes were sharp. This sharp gaze met Xie Fu's gentle gaze and seemed to be disappeared without any sparks.
When we bumped into each other in such a place, we already knew the identity of the gentleman without any introduction. Chen Qinglan spoke first: "Mr. Xie?"
Xie Fu nodded and smiled: "Mr. Chen." Compared with Chen Qinglan's questioning tone, Xie Fu's tone was affirmative.
After asking each other about their identities, there was a brief silence.
"I want to be with you..."
The two people suddenly spoke in unison. They stopped their mouths at the same time, paused, and said in unison again: "Say first..."
Chen Qinglan was a little suspicious that he did it on purpose. She decided not to speak now and let the other party finish speaking first. However, this Mr. Xie seemed to be waiting for her to speak first. She fell into silence for a while, and the atmosphere was extremely weird.
The two of them turned to look at the mulberry tree in the yard in unison. There was no need to speak this time, and they walked over together in a tacit understanding.
In today's world, it has become a trend for women to wear men's clothing. However, many women wear military uniforms and Hufu, and very few wear traditional men's Confucian clothing.
This is because women are smaller in stature and have thinner shoulders than men. Wearing men's Confucian clothes often looks like a child wearing adult clothes.
Chen Qinglan's figure is considered to be relatively tall. The man's Confucian robe is still obviously very wide and the sleeves are fluttering.
Perhaps it is the beauty of poetry and books in her body, but when she walks, she has an aura of ice and jade, flowing clouds and snow.
Walking to the foot of the mulberry tree, Chen Qinglan unknowingly kept a distance from Xie Fu, acting like a negotiator.
Xie Fu asked: "Mr. Chen, why do you want to prevent children from learning to paint?"
Chen Qinglan looked at Xie Fu and asked, "Mr. Xie, what do you say?"
Xie Fu smiled and said: "I can't understand it. I would like to hear some advice."
Chen Qinglan said: "How can they be half-hearted in studying and learning calligraphy? If they really learn to paint, if you teach them to paint now, you are obviously driving them to have fun and forget their real work."
Xie Fu pondered briefly: "It makes sense."
Chen Qinglan sneered and said: "Then it's settled, you are not allowed to teach them painting in the future."
Xie Fu smiled and said: "Mr. Chen, please don't make a decision so quickly. At least let me say a few words."
Chen Qinglan looked at Mr. Xie and seemed to want to argue, so she said coldly: "Go ahead." To be honest, perhaps because of Yi Hang, she didn't have a good impression of Mr. Xie.
