Chapter 14 Gifts

"Xiaozhuo, what gift did you prepare for Mr. Zhang's birthday on Sunday?" He Dongli asked He Xiaozhuo, and the two went home from school together. Mr. Zhang is their head teacher in the new school year.

"Gift? What other gifts do we use? Why don't you just wish her a happy birthday? He Xiaozhuo looked confused.

"Stupid! It depends on your learning * the first place in the exam. Why don't you understand this? Didn't you hear Mr. Zhang just now?" Although He Dongli's study is not like this, this knowledge can be changed with He Xiaozhuo's academic performance, perhaps because he inherited the genetics of his father, who is very good at small business.

Of course, He Xiaozhuo remembered what Mr. Zhang said after assigning his homework when he was about to leave school, "Classmates, I know that many of you know that I'm going to celebrate my birthday this Sunday, so I tell you, don't buy me a calendar like during the Spring Festival, so that I have nowhere to hang up... Well, Saturday and Sunday is a holiday. , now that school is off. As soon as Mr. Zhang's big mouth on his fat face finished speaking, the students dispersed. He Xiaozhuo really didn't think much.

"Didn't Mr. Zhang say that he would not give her a gift?" He Xiaoqi asked puzzledly.

"What about you? Is it true that you don't understand? I'm so angry that my stomach hurts." He Dongli really bent down and said, "Then let me ask you, did you send Mr. Zhang a calendar for the Spring Festival?"

"None!" He Xiaozhuo's eyes widened. Did you send it?"

"Then what did you give?" He Dongli's eyes were bigger.

"There is nothing. Why don't you go to her house to pay a New Year call and leave? Mr. Zhang is also from Hezhai Village. After the Spring Festival, it's just like salute to uncles, aunts and aunts. Why do you want to take any gifts? He Xiaozhuo was surprised. He only saw his daughter who went out and went back to her mother's house to pay a New Year call before taking gifts.

"So your parents didn't ask you to buy a gift for Mr. Zhang?" He Dongli wanted his father to send a calendar to Mr. Zhang, so should He Xiaozhuo's father do the same?

"None." He Xiaozhuo simply stopped.

"What?" He Dongli simply squatted on the ground.

"So you have never sent a gift to the teacher during the Spring Festival?"

"No."

"My mother. I don't know how you became this monitor? He Dongli sat on the ground.

"What do you mean?" He Xiaozhuo's face was full of suspicion.

He Dongli suddenly jumped up, pulled He Xiaozhuo's ear, gritted his teeth and roared at He Xiaozhuo's ear platform:

"Then let me tell you, Mr. Zhang means that her birthday is on Sunday, and everyone should prepare gifts! Stupid.

He Xiaozhuo suddenly realized that Mr. Zhang was his new head teacher and should have given a gift for his birthday. It seemed that he had been very rude in the past.

No matter how smart He Xiaozhuo is, he is still ignorant of the world, not to mention that his parents have never told him this. And it is no wonder that He Xiaozhuo's parents are both honest farmers, and how can they be familiar with this level?

My father is cutting bean cakes. A broken sack was spread on the ground. My father knelt on it and clamped both sides of the bean cake with his legs. He pressed the kitchen knife with both hands to cut the bean cake into small pieces, and then soaked it in water to feed the pig. It seems that my father has been peeled for a while, and a lot of bean cake pieces have been piled up on the sacks, and the sweat on my father's head has dripped on it with the rise and fall of the kitchen knife. Seeing He Xiaozhuo coming back from school, he didn't squeak, just glanced at him, and then continued to do his work.

After standing for a long time and talking three times, He Xiaozhuo finally summoned up the courage to speak:

"Dad, I want five yuan." He Xiaozhuo's voice is very small.

Father suddenly stopped his work, raised his head, and looked at He Xiaozhuo angrily.

"Didn't I just pay you ten yuan for the class fee? Why do you still need money? Behind that layer of anger, there is a face of confusion. The famine pulled down by building a house has not been paid off yet. The three children need money, and the father's emotions can be imagined.

"Mr. Zhang's birthday is the day after tomorrow, and the students have bought gifts..." Only He Xiaozhuo himself could hear the final voice clearly.

"Teacher's birthday? If you don't buy it, you will know how to ask for money..." My father was obviously angry.

He Xiaozhuo turned around and left. For a moment, my face was so ashamed that I really wanted to cry immediately.

"Come back!" Seeing that He Xiaozhuo was about to run out of the hospital, his father roared again.

He Xiaozhuo had to come back. The father stood up, touched his coat pocket with trembling hands, then took out 2 yuan, and quickly touched the other pocket, followed by the trousers pocket... After touching all the pockets, my father was also disappointed. Finally, he sent the two yuan forward and muttered:

"You take these first, it's not enough for your mother to borrow them in the West Courtyard..."

That turned out to be the only money in his father's pocket as the head of the family. He Xiaozhuo didn't answer. He turned around and ran outside the house. Tears sworn in his eyes and was bitten by his lips.

Throughout the Saturday, He Xiaozhuo locked himself alone in the room and carefully drew pictures with crayons. Until midnight, he finally chose the most satisfactory one: it was a smiling middle-aged woman sitting in the middle of the painting with a crown on her head and surrounded by a circle of happy children. At the bottom of the painting, a little boy raised his hands, and a bunch of red hearts flew out of his chest, hovering around, forming a string of pink and green characters: Happy birthday, teacher! ---- This is a birthday card made by He Xiaozhuo himself for Mr. Zhang. The five yuan borrowed by his mother was secretly put back in his father's pocket. He Xiaozhuo was very happy for his ingenuity for a while.

When He Xiaozhuo arrived, Mr. Zhang's room was already full of children who came to celebrate Mr. Zhang's birthday, and the lid of Mr. Zhang's box was also full of gifts from the children: birthday cakes, toy dogs, pasting pictures, Chinese knots... Anyway, there are all kinds of things, Mr. Zhang The mood is also particularly good, and I can't help complaining about my classmates:

"Really, didn't I say I wouldn't let you buy things on Friday? Look, I've bought so much. Hey----Really, I'm afraid that when you buy things, you still..." Seeing He Xiaozhuo come in, everyone immediately stopped talking.

"Hey, our big monitor is here! What gift did the monitor take?

"Yes, take it out quickly and let us open our eyes?"

"It must be unusual, right?"

The students quarreled and looked at He Xiaozhuo together.

As soon as He Xiaozhuo entered the room, he saw the pile of gifts on the lid of the box, and his heart couldn't help sinking. My gift is really... But now my classmates have been forced to come up. It's really irrevocable. I had to shyly slowly take out the greeting card that took me more than a day to draw.

"Mr. Zhang, this is what I drew for you. Happy birthday!" He Xiaozhuo said timidly that he was righteous when answering the teacher's questions in class in the past! What happened today?

5 seconds, 5 seconds, the room suddenly quieted down.

In the end, Mr. Zhang broke the silence. She casually took He Xiaozhuo's "greement card" and looked at it carefully and said, "Is it a good drawing?" Then a very coincidental sneeze came out, "Ah and!" The greeting card came naturally: it was covered on Mr. Zhang's mouth, and then his throat purred, and a mouthful of thick phlegm just spit on it...

He Xiaozhuo cried and cried completely. But he didn't cry at Mr. Zhang's house. He gritted his teeth and ran out all the time. He ran under the old willow tree in the east of the village and finally cried violently with the big willow tree in his arms. Only the old man's thatched hut has not lived for a long time, like a withered old man, looking at the sad He Xiaozhuo with infinite sympathy.

Soon, He Xiaozhuo's monitor position was replaced by He Dongli.