I'm afraid I'm not interested in love

Chapter 665 Miss Achu
Before arriving at Changyuan Village, Su Chengyi had prepared her explanation to Chu Qingmian. However, faced with an unexpected situation, she was forced to meet Chen Jinzhi, who was lying in a hospital bed. As always, Su Chengyi couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

The key is that when you see her lying there pale and weak, you often find yourself speechless.

That night, Chen Jinzhi didn't seem to want to hear what he had to say. She just told him what she had kept in her heart, without beginning or end, and without thinking about what would happen after tomorrow.

It was only then that Su Chengyi realized that after experiencing such an accident, she had probably been afraid, afraid that she would never be able to see him again.

When I saw Chu Qingmian, she was surrounded by a group of children.

There are not many school-age children in Changyuan Village. With the changing times, compared to leaving their children behind, more parents choose to overcome all difficulties and take their children to work in the city.

The children left behind in the village to keep the elderly company are either from families whose circumstances simply don't allow it, or from single-parent families, or are orphans who have no parents at all.

Because of these circumstances, most of them are very sensible and restrained, and there are very few so-called "bratty kids".

After research, the research team from the Normal University designated Changyuan Village as the location for long-term teaching support and called on college students to actively participate in teaching support activities.

Han Bing and his team came here as the first batch of volunteer teachers, so the children found it all very novel. The young teachers from the city exuded a different kind of vitality compared to the people in the village.

Accompanying them were two senior students and three female students, who were doing their graduation internship. Han Bing and another female student from the same year were there purely to experience life, so it would be easy for them to end their internship prematurely.

As for Chu Qingmian, she majored in business administration, and teaching in rural areas was not within her field of expertise.

But the impact of this group on the dilapidated mountain village school was no less than that of an asteroid hitting the Earth.

The students' original teachers were a husband and wife who had been teaching here for more than 20 years, dedicating almost their entire lives to this mountain.

However, due to limited education and energy, the children here do not have a complete grade division. Students in grades one through four attend classes in one classroom, while students in grades five and six attend classes in another classroom.

There are only two subjects: Chinese and Mathematics. Basically, it's Chinese in the morning and Mathematics in the afternoon.

The teaching materials were also passed down from one book to many people for use. Xu Yang leaned out the window and counted. There were thirteen children in total from first to fourth grade, but only four books in total.

The classrooms were houses made of straw and dirt, and the only sports equipment on the playground was a rusty basketball hoop. As soon as get out of class was over, the children would run out and throw rubber balls the size of their fists into the hoop.

With a new volunteer teacher, the children had their first English class. Han Bing taught them phonetics for a whole lesson, and her accent was almost picked up by Southeast Asian accents.

Chinese and math classes are also different from before. Instead of simply transmitting textbook knowledge in a boring way, college students will use more interesting and convenient methods to teach.

However, according to Xu Yang's somewhat provocative interview, the students' favorite teacher is—

"The prettiest sister."

The little girl with pigtails answered crisply.

"Teacher Chu."

The dirty, dark-faced child scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

"All the teachers like it."

The squad leader, sporting two patches of red cheeks from the high altitude, thought for a long time before shaking his head.

"No, we have to choose one!"

"Then, let's keep Teacher Chu."

The class monitor gritted his teeth and told the truth, and Xu Yang laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight. Surprisingly, not a single person chose Han Bing.

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Han Bing kicked Xu Yang hard with a dark face.

"Go to hell! Die!"

"Hey, hey, hey, you're not letting the children tell the truth, are you? As teachers, we should dare to listen to the people's suggestions, okay?!"

Xu Yang clutched his butt and howled.

"fart!"

Han Bing had no intention of letting him go; instead, she grabbed his ear menacingly.

"Mianmian teaches art, understand?! Wasn't your favorite teacher when you were little either music or art?"

"My favorite teacher is the PE teacher. Ouch, ouch, ouch, it really hurts, grandma!"

Xu Yang begged for mercy, and only then was his right ear preserved intact.

Su Chengyi leaned against the earthen wall of the classroom, gazing at Chu Qingmian, who was surrounded by a crowd on the other side.

art.

Not surprising.

Although she is the class representative for Chinese language, the children here are definitely more interested in drawing.

Perhaps because they arrived in such a hurry, they didn't have time to prepare any teaching materials. There were no paintbrushes or paints, so Chu Qingmian only received a box of colored chalk that her teacher had treasured.

It is said that in the first class, she casually drew a picture of "The Moon Rises Over the Sea" on the wall with chalk, which instantly won over the group of children.

From that day on, everyone's favorite subject became art.

It was lunch break, but Chu Qingmian couldn't find any peace and quiet as children surrounded her, chattering away.

Chu Qingmian showed no impatience whatsoever, smiling as she talked to the child. She was a girl so beautiful in the sunlight that she seemed otherworldly.

After taking the notebook from the child, she held the pencil stub that had been sharpened to a short length and taught them how to draw a swallow, stroke by stroke.

Looking at her smiling face, Su Chengyi suddenly understood what "peaceful and quiet life" meant.

Green hills and clear waters, a beautiful woman like jade.

It would be even better if she didn't deliberately avoid looking at him.

The supplies that the volunteer teaching team didn't bring were brought by Su Chengyi and his group, who shamelessly infiltrated the team under the guise of "philanthropists."

The village teachers were unaware of the intricacies involved; they simply held Xiao Zheng's hand, tears streaming down their faces, thanking him for his support.

Xiao Zheng was originally a profit-driven businessman, but under such circumstances, he developed a lot of conscience and silently planned a new round of charity projects.

They brought not only a large number of teaching aids, but also plans for the renovation and expansion of classrooms and playgrounds, although it will take some time before they are officially implemented.

To thank them for their help, the teacher decided to treat them to dinner that evening. He took out all the cured meat and sausages from the New Year's feast, washed them, and even went to a villager's house to catch a chicken. Upon hearing this, the students each used their own unique methods. Some brought fresh eggs still covered in chicken droppings, some went up the mountain to pick a basket of wild mushrooms, and one even secretly brought a bottle of liquor from a mineral water bottle.

This is probably the most sumptuous meal ever served to friends from afar; even the New Year's Eve dinner couldn't compare.

As the sun set, Su Chengyi helped the teachers set up a bonfire, the roaring fire dispelling the chill brought by the temperature difference between day and night.

Xu Yang had been playing basketball with the kids all afternoon and was starving. He finally quieted down after Han Bing punched him solidly on the third time he asked, "When is dinner?"

Chu Qingmian hummed a little tune as she squatted down to help the teacher wash the mushrooms, asking what kind they were as she washed them.

"How come every mushroom that I think looks cute is poisonous?"

She sighed and stopped singing "The Little Girl Picking Mushrooms".

Everyone busied themselves and soon dinner was ready. As night fell, they sat down in a circle around the campfire.

"Today, our teachers and students are gathered here to express our gratitude to our new teachers, friends, and guests who have come from afar. Thank you for your hard work and for your help."

The teacher raised her cup, but choked up before she could say two words.

"The smoke from the campfire is a bit irritating to my eyes."

Han Bing picked up the cardboard from the ground and pretended to fan himself.

Su Chengyi swirled the white liquor in the porcelain bowl, guessing that it was probably brewed by the elders of that classmate's family using grains, and that it was frighteningly strong just by smelling it.

Cured pork and sausages are skewered on bamboo sticks and roasted over a fire piled with firewood, sizzling and releasing their aroma.

The children rarely get to see meat, so they should have been very hungry for it. But they ate very politely, chewing each piece of meat for a long time before swallowing it.

"Authentic barbecue, this is a business opportunity, young master!"

Xiao Zheng handed over a skewer of cured meat, shaking his head and sighing.

"good."

Su Chengyi nodded and continued:
"How about opening a gym? The villagers can go lift weights after finishing their work."

"Young master, be careful, lest you lick your lips and poison yourself."

Xiao Zheng rolled his eyes, took back the skewer of meat in his hand, and handed it to the other child class monitor.

"Eat more, there will be more tomorrow."

Chu Qingmian sat opposite, the firelight making her face look rosy, like a New Year's picture doll.

She seemed to have eaten very little and was full; she was just sitting there with her legs drawn up, her chin resting on her knees, lost in thought.

Su Chengyi looked at her through the firelight, his eyes stinging from the smoke.

In fact, deliberately ignoring something is more like a deep and unwavering gaze. This is a principle that the young lady probably doesn't understand.

"What? You don't have a music teacher?"

Xu Yang, on the other side, had only drunk two ounces of liquor when his face turned as red as a monkey's bottom. He was already somewhat delirious, talking loudly to the children.

Now Su Chengyi was even more certain of the alcohol content of the wine, and silently poured all his wine into Xiao Zheng's bowl next to him.

"What a coincidence! See that guy in the white shirt over there? He's a great musician!"

Xu Yang winked at Su Chengyi as he spoke.

In the blink of an eye, Han Bing pinched his waist, silencing him instantly in pain.

The great musician—isn't that Zhi Jinchen? How could you say that in front of Chu Qingmian?

That annoying person always brings up the most sensitive topics!

But the children didn't understand the intricacies of it all; they just rushed over and surrounded Su Chengyi, wanting to hear him sing.

Xiao Zheng glanced at him, pondering how to help his young master out of this predicament.

If there were musical instruments here, it would be easy to arrange for him to play an electronic keyboard or an erhu, and that would be the end of it. Unfortunately, none of these have been delivered yet.

I originally thought I would only disappoint these children, but to my surprise, Su Chengyi just smiled and replied:

"Okay."

"yeah!"

The children raised their hands and cheered happily. As a result, everyone who was chatting noticed the commotion. There was meat to eat and a show to watch, so everyone applauded.

Only Chu Qingmian remained in the same position, her beautiful eyes unblinking, as if she were lost in thought.

Su Chengyi cleared her throat, looked up at the night sky, and saw the moon hanging brightly in the sky.

"In a place far from the city,
In my hometown, where the fields are fertile and the smoke from cooking fires rises.

I once dated a girl named Achu.
They leaned on each other and watched the moon together.

"A Chu Girl"—no song could be more fitting for the occasion.

Upon hearing the word "Achu," unsuspecting people immediately started gossiping and making a fuss.

Chu Qingmian buried most of her face in her crossed arms, revealing only her eyes, which were glowing a warm orange in the firelight.

Without accompaniment, the night wind howled, and the original key of the song was not suitable for Su Chengyi's vocal range.

However, her many imperfections make her seem less like Zhi Jinchen and more like Su Chengyi.

"The lipstick kissed by the wind is only more obvious than it appears, Miss Chu."

Time's tearful eyes have stripped away my disguise.

Do you remember what I looked like when I was young?

Will you be far away tonight, lighting a bonfire to keep watch for me?

Others only thought the song was beautiful, but only Chu Qingmian and Su Chengyi shared the same special feeling, seeing each other as younger versions of themselves.

(End of this chapter)