You are the most gentle

Chapter 142

The school was on holiday at noon on Friday, and the students went home one after another. It was the afternoon, and Xu Jianjia looked at the sinking sky outside, put on his coat and prepared to go back quickly, so as not to be caught in the way by the snow that was about to fall. The road is difficult, she has never experienced hardship, if she accidentally falls again, with the level of medical treatment here, it is very likely that she will die half of her life.

Xu Jianjia put her hands in her coat, tied on her scarf and left the classroom door.

The playground is covered with a thin layer of snow, it is not too big, and it is easy to walk.

She didn't take a few steps, but heard something strange.

It came from behind the haystack.

Xu Jianjia approached suspiciously, and after a few steps, he understood what the sound was.

Xu Jianjia clicked his tongue, complaining secretly in his heart that the weather is really good.

She was about to turn back to the classroom and go home after she was done, when she heard a scream.

The tone is very youthful.

Her steps of turning back stopped.

The people behind the haystack were so selfless that they didn't notice Xu Jianjia's approach at all. She hid behind a tree trunk as tall as a person and turned on her mobile phone camera.

The unsightly picture made her clutch her phone tightly.

After watching for a few seconds, a strong sense of vomiting swept over. Xu Jianjia stumbled back to the teaching building, climbed onto the sink in the women's toilet and vomited violently.

I didn't eat at noon, and spit out the thick water in my stomach.

There were a few strands of blood mixed in, but Xu Jianjia didn't notice it at all.

A middle-aged man with an iron rod in his hand. The little girl in the second grade asked her how to write the words she obsessed with.

"vomit!"

Another violent vomiting, Xu Jianjia's stomach was empty, and the strong nausea forced her to tears.

She leaned on the wall and returned to the classroom.

The scenes in her mind could not be separated, she lay helplessly on the desk, behind her was the daily question she had copied on the blackboard not long ago.

There are four male teachers in the school, aged between 30 and 50, who are very polite to her, without any outrageous words or actions.

Xu Jianjia thought that although the people here were poor and uneducated, they were still polite to her, and thought that their quality was not too bad.

Unexpectedly, those people are not interested in themselves at all.

It was snowing heavily outside, and the people on the haystack should have left early.

Xu Jianjia thought of this girl named "Jun'er". She wore short hair all year round, and once after class, she patted her on the back from behind: "Teacher, there is chalk dust on your braid, I will pat it for you."

"Ok!"

Xu Jianjia sat up straight suddenly, her mouth trembling, she slapped the table with her hand, and tears fell instantly.

She blamed herself for not going up to stop it immediately.

There was a strong north wind outside the house, and at first it sounded like a strange horn, and the cry of the young female teacher in the room was also loud.

The set was quiet.

Everyone was moved by Tan Xuan's performance, only Li Shendai, who just loosened her neck and was distracted, saw a person standing outside the classroom.

Li Chendai opened her mouth wide in surprise, and the woman hurriedly made a silent gesture to her, signaling her not to disturb Tan Xuan.

Jiang Lihe stood outside the classroom, staring at Tan Xuan who was crying inside through a window.

This little girlfriend of hers probably cried so hard because she remembered her own sadness again.

Xu Jianjia typed and sent messages to her father while shedding tears.

The father and daughter haven't had a good chat for so many years. The WeChat box is full of you and me talking nonsense, and the time span is often several months.

Xu Jianjia typed a long paragraph, asking about her lawyer's father's legal affairs.

There were several times when tears fell on the screen and did not type. She wiped it with her left hand and continued typing.

Chapter 63 What about gifts?

Qin Xuan's face was red from crying.

The photographer got up and walked to her, and took a close-up of the mobile phone screen in front of her.

Tan Xuan was still crying, and no one in the classroom bothered her much.

Jiang Lihe lowered her head, wearing a red knitted hat, behind her was the whistling wind and snow, the soft light in the classroom hit her face, her brows slowly wrinkled.

Today is Christmas, December 25th, and she specially wore a red hat to fit the holiday. After traveling by plane for nearly seven hours to come here, she saw the crying face of her little girlfriend.

But worth it.

Fragmentary images of Christmas in a certain year suddenly flashed in my mind.

At that time, the talent show had come to an end, and the debut members had basically been decided. The recording of the show was just a formality. The program team organized a hot pot banquet, inviting members and mentors to get together to eat hot pot.

Similar festivals, similar snow days, the only difference is that it was the first time when Jiang Lihe really realized that he had a crush on Tan Xuan.

Everyone sat around the rectangular wooden dining table in a lively manner. In front of them was the unique copper hot pot in the northern region. The white soup was surging in the copper pot, emitting bursts of white gas.

The recording hall was decorated with a Christmas tree and festive strings of lanterns. The tallest Christmas tree in the center of the hall was hung with the instructor’s name on the top, followed by the names of each student in turn, and small gifts were dotted around the tree.

Tan Xuan looked over and over and felt very satisfied, because her popularity had soared to the highest in the whole group at that time, so her name was above all the students and below Jiang Lihe.

On the exquisite wooden signboard, the names of the two people are up and down.