Tuesday 18

From today on, I also like our present teacher. When we walked into the classroom this morning, the teacher was already sitting there. The students he taught last year came to greet him from time to time. Good morning, teacher. Good morning, Mr. Burbani. Some even came in to shake hands with him and hurried out, showing that everyone loved him and was willing to let him teach them again. He doesn't look at them. When he greeted them, although he wanted to laugh, he couldn't help laughing and became awed. The wrinkles between his eyebrows sank deeply, and his face turned to the window and looked at the opposite roof. It seems that greeting students is a very painful thing. Later, he looked at us one by one and asked us to dictate. When he dictated, he stepped down from the podium. When he saw a student with red blisters on his face, he stopped, carefully held his head in his hand, looked at him carefully, asked him what was wrong, and touched his forehead with his hand to see if he had a fever. At this time, a student behind the teacher stood on the chair and made faces when he couldn't see. Just as the teacher turned around, he quickly sat down and dared not bow his head. The teacher put his hand on his head. Don't do this again. Let's not talk about anything else. The teacher returned to the podium and let us finish the dictation. Then, he looked at us silently for a while. Slowly, he said in his tall and kind voice, son, we will spend a year together in the future. Let's spend this year well. You should study hard and behave well. There is no one else in my family. Last year, I had my mother, my mother. I am the only one left. In this world, I have no other relatives except you. I have no other concerns. You are my children. I hope you are well and you can love me. I don't want to punish any of you. I hope you can show me your sincerity. Your class should form a big family and be my comfort and pride. I don't want your oral answer. I know you have promised me in your heart. Thank you. We all quietly left our seats when the workmates came to inform us that school was over. The student who stood on the stool and made faces walked up to the teacher and said in a trembling voice, please forgive me. The teacher kissed him on the forehead and said to him, Go home, good boy.