Chapter 1309 An Unknown Omen

Ye Linlang looked at the girl who asked the question, then at the red mark on Jiang Qiran's neck, and her face turned half red in an instant!

She bit Jiang Qiran's neck out of reluctance last night!

Ah ah ah, if I speak out, will these people...

The more Ye Linlang thought about it, the more ashamed she felt, when she heard a gorgeous voice with a velvet texture.

"Maybe it was bitten by some small insect. It's my first time here and I'm not used to it."

The corners of Ye Linlang's lips twitched. She couldn't help but turn her head to look at the young man beside her, but she saw that the young man didn't even look at her. His face was clear and magnanimous, and there was no trace of nonsense on his face.

Keke, this guy doesn’t even blush when he lies!

Although the liar was very calm, the "little bug" that bit Jiang Qiran was in a state of mind.

…

After all, children are easy to fool. The students below all nodded, and some couldn't help but think about Jiang Qiran.

"Teacher, I have some ointment at home. How about I go get some for you after class?"

The speaker was a girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her cheeks were flushed and she seemed to be very shy. She obviously had a great liking for Jiang Qiran.

Ye Linlang was speechless. It seemed that Jiang Qiran's ability to harm the little girl would not diminish no matter where he went.

Ye Linlang's hand hanging under the podium table immediately pinched Jiang Qiran bitterly.

She exerted considerable force, but even so, the expression on the young man's face remained as calm as water, as if he was not affected by Ye Linlang's abuse at all.

"No need, it's just a small mark, it will dissipate soon."

Jiang Qiran gently rejected the girl's proposal. The girl's face suddenly turned redder. She glanced at Jiang Qiran with some embarrassment, and then sat down quickly, burying her head and not daring to look at the exquisite figure on the table. boys.

He's really good-looking.

Although the village chief said he was only two years older than her, he was so tall, probably over 1.8 meters tall. Not only did he have a handsome face, he also had excellent grades.

And... he must be kind-hearted, otherwise, if it were an ordinary city child, how could he be willing to come to Plum Blossom Village to support education?

Let alone half a month, I am afraid even if it is half a day, those rich young men will definitely not be happy, right?

…

Ye Linlang was speechless when he saw the girl with braids looking shy but full of affection.

She loosened Jiang Qiran's hand and pretended to lower her head to pack the chalk box on the podium. However, she spoke in a voice that only she and Jiang Qiran could hear.

"I'm warning you, don't smile at the little girl, otherwise... hum!"

Although the tail tone is very low, it is full of threats.

Jiang Qiran was helpless. How could he smile at the little girl?

If so, the little girl's last name is probably Ye and her first name is Linlang.

…

In view of the fact that the children attending the class this time are all of different ages, the youngest may only be in preschool, while the older ones may be old enough to enter the third grade of junior high school.

Regarding the content of this class, Ye Linlang suddenly didn't know what to teach.

It was Jiang Qiran who took the lead.

Ye Linlang thought that he would teach her the mathematics, physics and chemistry that she was best at. Unexpectedly, Jiang Qiran started the class with an ancient poem.

Of course it is an easy-to-understand poem. After all, there are so many children to take care of, so the one I chose was He Zhizhang’s "Returning to Hometown".

When the young man left home and his boss came back, his local pronunciation did not change, and his hair on his temples remained unchanged. Children who don't recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from.

The meaning of this poem is very simple, but after Jiang Qiran’s explanation, the children listened with great concentration.

Ye Linlang briefly flipped through the textbooks brought by the children, and finally had to choose Chinese to talk about. She clearly wanted to talk about Lu Xun at the beginning. What a serious and noble theme!

However, as I talked about it, it turned into the edamame in "She Opera", the watermelon in "Young Runtu", and later, I don't know what happened, the string opera reached Gaoyou's salted duck eggs, and then turned into some wild thing. Buckwheat dishes…

Ye Linlang's mouth was watering as she spoke.

Her topic was so off-topic. Fortunately, the children listened with gusto and almost followed Ye Linlang in fantasizing about the delicacies in various Chinese textbooks.

Jiang Qiran was really helpless.

How do you feel? Foodies are foodies. Even if they take a class, the theme will be distorted in the end.

…

However, Ye Linlang stopped midway and did not continue her career as a foodie.

The reason is simple. For some reason, more and more villagers, old and young, are watching her and Jiang Qiran's lectures outside the classroom. Some even moved stools as if they came specially to listen to the lecture.

This posture is so terrifying!

Ye Linlang couldn't resist the fiery gaze, so she quickly tugged on Jiang Qiran's arm, feeling panicked.

"Are those people here to monitor us? They are afraid that we will bring bad luck to the children."

If there weren't so many people here, Jiang Qiran almost wanted to knock Ye Linlang's little head to see what was inside her!

Otherwise, why can you think so wildly? !

Just when Ye Linlang was frightened, she suddenly saw the village chief walking over with a smile on his face.

He held two glass cups, which contained boiled water that he had just poured for Ye Linlang and Jiang Qiran, and two thick handfuls of tea leaves were sprinkled in them.

This is probably the most hospitable way of hospitality in Plum Blossom Village.

"You two are really good people. You are so capable at such a young age! Your lectures are so good! You are not inferior to the teachers in our village at all!"

As soon as the village chief finished speaking, many villagers began to agree.

The people here are so enthusiastic, and every one of them expressed admiration for her and Jiang Qiran, almost praising them to the sky.

Ye Linlang had never enjoyed this kind of treatment in Xiaohuang Village. It was so warm that it was unbearable!

Ye Linlang was thirsty and immediately took a glass from the village chief. The tea tasted very strong because there were too many tea leaves, but Ye Linlang didn't mind as it just quenched her thirst.

Jiang Qiran had never drunk water made from such low-quality tea leaves, and what he disliked the most was strong tea.

The village chief suddenly became a little embarrassed when he saw this exquisite young man frowning.

"Don't you like it?"

Seeing this, Ye Linlang quickly spoke for Jiang Qiran.

"No, Qi Ran doesn't like drinking tea. Just pour a glass of boiled water."

Jiang Qiran's mouth twitched when he heard the girl talking nonsense.

Should he say that Ye Linlang had dug out all kinds of tea in his apartment, such as top-notch Lushan Yunwu.

…

The morning passed quickly.

In the afternoon, the sunshine was dim, and many children sat around Ye Linlang, listening to this foreign sister teaching them to sing.

It is Li Shutong's famous work "Farewell", which is very popular and is known to almost everyone.

——Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky, the evening wind blows the willow flute, and the sun sets outside the mountain.

When Jiang Qiran heard the sentence "Life is rarely about joyful gatherings, only separations are abundant," Jiang Qiran's heart skipped a beat, and she always felt that this song was like some kind of ominous omen.

It seems that one day, he will lose her and be unable to change the situation.

The young man's face turned cold, and he suddenly walked over, his voice cold.

"Stop singing!"