It's the students' fault if they are too popular.

Ruan Qian was stunned. Of course she knew it well. This was the key to her old house that she had sold to a painter in order to repay Teacher Tong.

She also wondered why her mother sold the house so quickly. As soon as she said she wanted to sell it, someone would buy it at the price they wanted.

Now we know that the painter was probably hired by Teacher Tong.

"You can stay there when you have nothing to do," Tong Yao said with a smile, "Maybe Dong Yang and I will come to see you."

The little girl looked up suddenly, her eyes a little red, and she said "hmm" softly.

"Then let's go." Tong Yao waved and turned around holding Dong Yang's hand.

Before she had taken a few steps, her waist was hugged. It was like a fire on her back. She could feel the tenderness that made her blush and her heart beat. Ruan Qian hugged Tong Yao and was unwilling to let go, even in the hall.

"Why, are you so reluctant..."

"Teacher Tong." Ruan Qian's lips were close to Tong Yao's ears, and her breath made Tong Yao's words stop abruptly.

She said:

“I don’t think I’ve ever said this, so I want to say it now.

"I love you."

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Tong Yao forgot how she said goodbye.

After getting in the car and driving a few hundred meters, I realized that I had not released the handbrake. Along the way, I conservatively estimate that tens of thousands of dollars were worn out.

Really confused.

"Aunt, what's wrong?" Dongyang asked with concern when he saw her holding her forehead.

"fine."

She waved her hand and started the car again.

It was all because of the little girl's words that disturbed her love. The word love was too pure, clean and beautiful, so pure that it was embarrassing to say it out loud, but Ruanruan said it out loud without any obstacles.

"What does it mean to see Ruan Qian again?" the little girl asked in a baby voice.

"Well... let's see when we have time," she said. "You miss her right after we left?"

Dong Yang hugged the pillow in the car and whispered: "No..."

But Tong Yao knew that this was just the shyness of a child.

When she got home, she was the only one with Dongyang in the huge house. Surrounded by tall buildings, the house was dark and deserted. She felt more and more like a single mother, taking care of her child alone. She talked to the little girl on the phone every night, and then fell asleep alone. She was not used to this kind of life.

Twenty-year-old Tong Yao, who had just understood the sweetness of love and companionship, tasted the bitterness of loneliness and longing.

At the end of the month, she signed for a courier. The recipient was her and the address was the main campus of No. 1 Middle School, but she didn't remember what she bought. She ran back to get it. When she got it, it was thin. She quickly realized that it might be the girl's admission letter.

When she got home, she nervously cut open the express package, and then took out the piece of paper that was as light as a feather and yet heavy as a mountain from the bag.

"Dear Ruan Qian,

Congratulations on being admitted to the Business School of University A..."

Also included was a "Letter to Students of University A" and a campus card.

This child...is sent here, meaning it's for her?

She immediately called the girl to inform her of the good news. However, she kept it a secret and didn't tell her that she was admitted to the business school, hoping to shock her:

"Ruanruan, I received your acceptance letter."

"is it?"

Ruan Qian's voice rose slightly, obviously in pleasure.

"But..." She pretended to be comforting, "We don't have to go to business school. In fact, if you think about it carefully, isn't archaeology also a good choice?"

Ruan Qian on the other end laughed softly:

"Teacher Tong.

"The official website for admission results has been released."

Children's rhyme embarrassing.

She made a big blunder.

Then, she tried to cover up:

“…I didn’t say you weren’t accepted.”

"Yeah," Ruan Qian smiled, "right."

"Also, you can't leave this notice with me... Do I need to bring it with me when I register?" She quickly changed the subject, "I received it and I'm very happy. Will I send it to you tomorrow?"

Ruan Qian said:

"Need not."

When Tong Yao was about to ask why not, the little girl said:

"I'll pick it up another day."

Tong Yao suddenly had an illusion - what the little girl actually wanted to say was "I will come to marry you some other day."

Pooh.

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In early August, Tong Yao started to get busy again. She wanted to find a reliable primary school for Dongyang, which could not be too far or too bad. After much selection, she finally chose the primary school next to the branch school, Xizhu Bilingual Experimental Primary School.

The names of primary schools are getting longer and longer, comparable to XX International Royal Hotel. The more prefixes, the more impressive it is.

Finding a school for a child is a hassle. There are policies such as enrollment in the nearest school. Tong Yao’s household registration is not in this district, so in principle the child is not allowed to enroll. The family had to use several layers of connections to get Dong Yang in.

Although it is troublesome, it is worth it. This primary school is one of the best in the city, with all kinds of facilities. The computers used in information classes are better than those in other middle schools.

Dongyang looked around the campus, eyes full of longing:

“Will I go to school here in the future?”

"Well, you have to listen to your teacher and get along well with your classmates, okay?"

"Ok!"

"Don't let yourself be bullied. No matter if it's a teacher or a classmate, tell your aunt if anyone bullies you." She felt like she couldn't say enough, and there were too many things she wanted to say. "Your whole family is your backing, and your aunt will help you solve any problems."

Dong Yang nodded shyly and coyly:

"Auntie, I haven't started school yet."

"I know." She pinched the child's face, "You can only stay at home with your aunt for a month."

Ruanruan has to go to school, Dongyang also has to go to school, and she is the only one left. Fortunately, she also has a job.

At the same time, in Xiangnan, Ruan Qian moved into an old house in the countryside.

The front of the door is very clean, and has been carefully cleaned. Pushing open the door, the windows are clean, the air is fresh, and...

It has been renovated.

She was completely stunned.

From the outside, you would never guess how prosperous it is inside. The living room has been converted into a studio, the whole room is filled with expensive painting tools, a computer is quietly placed in the corner, and all kinds of furniture are refurbished. This feeling is like walking into an inconspicuous cave, but it turns out to be full of dragon's treasure.

She was moved and sighed silently.

How far do I have to go before I can truly reach Teacher Tong?

Chapter 147: School Begins

August, the beginning of autumn.

It happened to be the hottest time of the year, with the temperature outside starting at 35 degrees during the day, leaving people with no desire to do anything other than stay at home.

Tong Yao opened the refrigerator and found that the ice cream inside was less. She went into the little girl's bedroom and saw the child sitting on the mat, digging a spoonful of ice cream into the bucket and eating happily.

"Dongyang, eat less cold food, it will damage your teeth."

"Auntie, eat too!" Dongyang smiled, scooped a spoonful of chocolate mixed with strawberries and fed it to Tong Yao's mouth.

The bribe was successful.

Tong Yao was helpless and wanted to say a few words when suddenly someone knocked on the door.

"Dongyang, I'm here to play with you!"

A childish cry came from outside the door.

She went over and opened the door. There stood a little girl at the door, standing on tiptoe and smiling at her:

"Hello sister!"

Children address people by their faces instead of their seniority. Of course, most women like this kind of seniority mistake, and then secretly say "Oh, this child is really good at talking" with joy.

The little girl's name is Bailu, she lives upstairs, and she quickly became familiar with Dongyang after they bumped into each other in the corridor, and now she comes to visit whenever she has nothing to do. Children like to play with good-looking people, so Dongyang naturally becomes the focus of the children, not to mention that she has a room full of imported dolls.

"Ah, Dongyang, you have ice cream again!"

"Do you want it? Here."

"Wow... I envy you so much. Your aunt is so nice to you."

"hey-hey."

Tong Yao laughed and let the two children play inside.

She checked the calendar and sent a message to the girl:

"Tomorrow is Dongyang's birthday, remember to say happy birthday to her."

The phone vibrated, and the girl replied immediately:

"I will also forward this to five groups so that everyone can celebrate together."

Then Tong Yao gave her a bloody kitchen knife.

The little girl giggled and started typing again:

"I'm sure I remember. What is Dongyang doing?"

Tong Yao took a few steps towards the bedroom door and took a look:

"We're playing house. We're arguing over who's the dad and who's the mom, and the kid who lives upstairs that I told you about before."

Ruan Qian: “Oh.”

Ruan Qian: "Does Teacher Tong miss me?"

It is much easier to type than to speak face to face from a distance of thousands of miles. Tong Yao has no pressure and answered honestly:

"miss you."

Ruan Qian was content. She rolled around on the bed, grinning foolishly while holding her cell phone.

"When will the report be?" Tong Yao asked.

"The day after tomorrow, August 8."

"so fast."

"Because I have to undergo two weeks of military training QAQ"

"Actually, it's the 15th for me too... My class is also going to have military training, so be good and bring some sunscreen."

"Teacher Tong, it's better to be a bit fierce when being a class teacher."

"I know……"

Tong Yao sighed.

After the middle school entrance exam and high school admissions, her work had actually begun. The class she was assigned to was Class 9, and the number didn't look easy to lead. The student list had been sent to her phone, and she glanced at the junior high schools that the students graduated from. As expected, most of them were not very good schools.

The closer she got to school, the more anxious and nervous she felt.

At night, she opened the door and threw the garbage bag at the door. When she was about to close the door, she heard footsteps downstairs and the muffled sound of something heavy hitting the ground. As if by some strange coincidence, she stopped for a moment and planned to see who was coming up. Time seemed to slow down, and she even had the illusion of being called for a long time. It was not until that person appeared and looked up that she said in a daze: