Hong Tu was immersed in his own thoughts and before he could recover, Ma Wencai suddenly called out: Hong Tu, stop standing and come over to class. According to the rules of the school, careless students who make mistakes will be punished by standing for the whole morning, but Hong Tu only stood for most of the morning. Many students looked at Ma Wencai, as if asking him why he didn't follow the rules.
When Ma Wencai saw Hong Tu return to her seat, she told her classmates that she was a girl and there was a difference between men and women! We need to pay more attention to our little sister, and the purpose of being forced to stand is not the purpose. The purpose is to let her learn a lesson and pay more attention in class in the future.
The classmates were silent. Hong Tu didn't feel ashamed at all. A smile broke out on her face and she kept ogling Ma Wencai. Ma Wencai only looked at the open textbook and didn't care about Hong Tu's passionate expression.
It was a summer afternoon, before class, and it was nap time. Hong Tu had a crush on Ma Wencai, so she came home early after lunch. At this time, no other students had arrived at school. She was sitting alone in class and suddenly thought that she should go and see Ma Wencai.
Ma Wencai was resting in a tile-roofed room outside the classroom. She walked over with a thread-bound book under her arm. Seeing that his door was closed, she wanted to turn around, but hesitated. In the end, she stood still on the right side of the door. Under the lattice window, the lattice window was covered with light yellow tissue paper. She looked around at no one and was completely silent. Then she turned sideways, facing the lattice window, stuck out her tongue, slowly licked the window paper wet, and then gently used her index finger to With a light poke, a small hole appeared. She squinted her eyes and looked in. Ma Wencai was lying sideways on the bed, his body like a crouching dragon, quiet and solemn.
Suddenly Ma Wencai woke up. No, he had been in a light sleep. At this moment, he sat up and discovered that a ray of light shone through the thin paper of the lattice window. It turned out that there was a small hole in the lattice window. He stood up, put on his shoes, opened the door and looked outside, but saw no one, but saw a person under the lattice window. This thread bound book.
He picked it up and looked at it familiarly. On the cover, there was the name Bao Hongtu written in small regular script with a brush. Her original surname was Liu, but she changed her surname to Bao because she and her biological father, Craftsman Liu, no longer had any contact with each other. Ma Wencai took the thread-bound book and looked at the newly poked holes in the window panes. He understood that Hong Tu must have been here just now. So, he took the thread-bound book back to his room, placed it on the table, wrote two sentences on a small piece of paper, and then sandwiched the small piece of paper in the book.
After sorting it out for a while, he took the book out and walked a short distance into the classroom. He saw three students sitting in the classroom, with Hong Tu sitting on one side. Ma Wencai walked over and said to her: Hong Tu, did you drop your book? Hong Tu turned around, her face turned red, then she looked at the absence of books on the table and nodded.
Ma Wencai took out the thread-bound book that was turned upside down behind his back and threw it on her table, then walked away. Hong Tu opened the book and saw a note in the book. Her heart was pounding. She quietly took it out and read it. Two lines of words with the scent of ink appeared on it: It is easy to repair the broken window paper, which damages the moral character. It’s hard to repair.
At that moment, Hong Tu felt as if she had been slapped seriously by an invisible hand. She was very frustrated. The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. She actually covered her face with the book and began to cry.
At this time, several more classmates came, and they all looked at her inexplicably, wondering for some reason. Only Ma Wencai knew it clearly. He walked over and said: Hong Tu, don't cry. And you pretended not to know anything, saying that you have been wronged and just bear with it! A gentleman's forbearance is the best. Hong Tu glanced at him reproachfully, glanced at the note again, then stood up and ran out of the school.
Hong Tu, what are you doing? Class is about to begin! Ma Wencai caught up a few steps and said loudly. Hong Tu turned around and said: What are you doing? You know. Then he turned around and ran straight towards the rural dirt road home, never looking back.
Ma Wencai regretted a little. He shouldn't have written those two sentences. Those were two sentences that broke a girl's heart! She peeked through the window because she was interested in you. Why didn't you appreciate her and wrote those two sentences to hurt her? But after he thought about it, he realized that he had no interest in her. There was nothing wrong with using a few words to extinguish her infatuated thoughts. It was very correct, lest she indulge in this attempt and miss his own destiny. teenage-hood.
If she can wake up now, it's not too late. This kind of thought passed through my heart, just like a lonely bird passing through the sky.
The next day, Hong Tu didn't come to school. Ma Wencai was about to explain the matter to her parent Bao Laizi, and was planning to go to Bao's donkey meat restaurant in the evening, but a woman came over, carrying a bag of gifts. , and pulled him aside and said: Teacher Ma, there is something happy! I'm here to congratulate you.
Ma Wencai asked why he was so happy? The woman looked at him and whispered: Teacher Ma, Hong Tu, the girl from Bao Laizi's family, has fallen in love with you! Mr. and Mrs. Bao Laizi specially asked me to propose marriage to you. Do you know how much Miss Hongtu loves you? After Ma Wencai heard this, he frowned with a sense of nausea.
He couldn't help but said to the woman: "Don't talk too much, it won't happen." How can I, a teacher, marry my own student? This will make everyone laugh. Besides, I have no interest in Bao Hongtu.
Don't talk nonsense. The woman handed him a bag of gifts: Teacher Ma, I bought all the gifts sincerely. As for a teacher marrying a student, as long as the age difference is not big and they are willing, what does it matter? Do you think that when you are a teacher, when you reach the age, you will not discuss marriage?
Ma Wencai raised his hand and said, "I won't accept this gift. Don't talk about it anymore. Go back and tell Bao Hongtu's parents that it's okay for her to come to study. If she has that kind of worry, don't come. It's all in vain." Study hours.
Teacher Ma, that girl Bao Hongtu is very pretty. Many young men can’t catch up with her! Why don't you eat any fish that comes to your mouth?
Stop talking. If you keep talking, I'll call a few students to blast you away.
Ma Wencai showed his cards in frustration. The woman carried the gift, glanced at him and said nothing, turned around and walked a few steps, then turned back and said: Teacher Ma, that girl Bao Hongtu is lovesick because of you. You will regret losing such a good girl. of.
Humph, he has unrequited love and it's none of my business. Ma Wencai said coldly.
At this time, the setting sun in the western sky cast its dazzling afterglow on Ma Wencai. He stood there like a statue frozen in Xiaguan Village, with a long projection about to merge into the dusk.
The next day, Hongtu's parent Liu Liuying found Ma Wencai's school in Xiaguan Village, where Ma Wencai was giving a lecture.
She walked back and forth outside the classroom door for a long time. When class was over, her classmates rushed out and almost knocked her down. Although she was old, her brain was still working well and she was relatively sensitive.
As soon as she heard the students' hurried footsteps, she stood against the wall. When she saw Ma Wencai coming out of the classroom, she stopped her and asked: Are you the teacher Ma who teaches Hong Tu?
yes! You are her parent, why don't you ask Hong Tu to come to school? Ma Wencai looked at her and said calmly.
Stop talking, stop talking. Go aside and talk! Liu Liuying begged him somewhat mysteriously.
Ma Wencai always respected the elderly. He nodded and walked towards a quiet corridor on the left side of the school, followed by Liu Liuying. Some students looked at her and thought she was Ma Wencai's mother!
