"Then let's say that we will be even more leisurely in the days to come." Hua Banzhi said to them.

"Yes! After a complete leisure, we can go into the city and take a walk." Cheng Yunling said enthusiastically, "I will take you there. The capital is my territory. It can be said that I am familiar with every brick and tile here."

"Find some time!" Hua Banzhi said embarrassedly as she thought of her purse.

"I'm not busy now. After the Chinese New Year, the new students are coming and I'm going to get busy." Zhuo Erya looked at her and smiled.

"The new student is here, why are we busy?" Hua Banzhi asked in confusion.

"The first physical examination!" Zhuo Erya's face looked like a sweet smile.

Hua Banzhi shook her head and laughed when she heard this. Why did she forget this?

"Let's continue nursing courses while I'm not busy these days." Cheng Yunling said as she looked at her with bright and shiny eyes.

"Okay!" Hua Banzhi nodded and stood up to get the notebook and pencil.

Cheng Yunling was very satisfied with the student Hua Banzhi. Although she had not graduated from the literacy class, it did not prevent her from having the talent for painting.

She actually drew out the nursing course she taught her intuitively. The steps were clear and clear, and she could really learn it.

The first time I saw Cheng Yunling, it was so exaggerated that it was amazing. Of course, I learned theoretical knowledge and had to practice it. This is the most critical thing.

But the situation does not allow it now, and there is no clinical internship from the patient!

Therefore, at this stage, theoretical knowledge is the main focus.

"According to your learning speed, you will almost get rid of the little thing in my belly." Cheng Yunling's eyes were filled with a satisfied smile, and her eyes were raised backwards in a moving way, and a crystal gleam that attracted the mind.

"It's still far from it! I can only say that I'm talking about it on paper now. I need to apply what I have learned, and practice can make perfect." Hua Banzhi said rationally and calmly.

What Cheng Yunling admires most is her calmness and pragmatism.

After chatting in the cafeteria for a while, it was almost time to get up and go back to the dormitory to sleep.

After leaving the canteen gate, Zhou Guangming reached out to follow the snowflakes falling from the sky, "Oh! It's already a thin layer."

"I don't know if I can build a snowman tomorrow." Zhou Guangming raised his eyes and looked at the dark night sky. The snowflakes fell on his face and the frozen people were trembling.

"The snowfall seems to be bad." Meng Fanchun looked at the ground and urged them, "Go back to the dormitory as soon as possible, it's too cold outside."

"Oh!" Meng Fanchun watched them leave, turned around and went straight to the school.

Meng Fanchun looked at the lights on in Secretary Fan's office and knocked on his door directly.

"What are Xiao Meng doing so late?" Secretary Fan pointed to the chair in front of his desk and said, "Sit."

"I came for the dance party." Meng Fanchun looked at him with dark eyes.

"Oh! You are not on the list of bachelors, so don't worry." Secretary Fan said immediately as he looked at him.

"I'm doing it for Comrade Cheng Yunling." Meng Fanchun's ears were slightly red and he looked at him nervously and said.

"Who?" Secretary Fan asked subconsciously.

"Comrade Cheng Yunling." Meng Fanchun looked at him with deep eyes and said word by word.

Secretary Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him and said, "You come here at this time..."

"I like her." Meng Fanchun said firmly as he looked at him.

"You know your situation." Secretary Fan looked at him worriedly, afraid that he would be hurt.

Meng Fanchun closed her eyes, and the pain in her eyes flashed, "I know, she likes me too, I told her about my situation."

"She knows, but she still likes you." Secretary Fan asked carefully.

"Yes!" Meng Fanchun nodded heavily with his lips tightly.

"Oh...silly girl." Secretary Fan sighed, "Cherish his feelings."

"Um!"

"What are you going to do?" Secretary Fan looked at him and asked, and he couldn't accept it calmly because of his understanding of him. He also liked and felt pain in his heart.

"Lingling and I are still too young now. It's hard to guarantee that we are not a hot-headed person. I made an appointment with two years. If our mutual feelings remain unchanged at that time, we will get married." Meng Fanchun clenched his fists and said deeply.

"Young?" Secretary Fan looked at him and said, "You are not young anymore."

"I mean psychological age." Meng Fanchun said helplessly as he looked at him.

"I understand, I will strip her name away. I won't say anything to the outside world." Secretary Fan looked at him and sighed, "I don't know what to say? In the end, I hope that your lovers will finally get married."

"Thank you." Meng Fanchun said two words in pain.

"Don't do this. Since you have decided, no matter how the result is, you will not let each other down." Secretary Fan pointed at him and said, "It's wrong to carry shackles like this!"

"I'm already slowly adjusting my mentality." Meng Fanchun raised his eyes and said seriously at him.

"That's good." Secretary Fan said with relief as he looked at the mature mind.

"I won't disturb you anymore." Meng Fanchun stood up and said.

"Let's go! I won't give you away." Secretary Fan watched him leave, and then worked at night, and went to work. The newly built school was so complicated that it should not be neglected.

&*&

After the day, after washing up early in the morning, Zhou Guangming couldn't wait to disassemble the biscuits that Meng Fanchun gave him yesterday.

"Walnut crisp." Zhou Guangming sat on the bench, untied the kraft paper bag on the Eight Immortals table, looked at Hua Banzhi and the other three and said, "Mom, Aunt Cheng, Aunt Zhuo eat peach crisp."

"You eat!" Zhuo Erya looked at him and smiled.

"Be good, eat it! I don't like sweets very much in the morning." Cheng Yunling said gently at him.

Hua Banzhi looked at Zhou Guangming's little hands and asked, "Have you washed your hands?"

"Oh!" Zhou Guangming immediately got up, ran to the basin rack, washed his hands, wiped his hands with the towel on the basin rack, and walked over.

Zhou Guangming held the peach crisp in one hand and took it under the peach crisp in the other hand. The peach crisp was crisp and crispy, so the fallen peach crispy residue fell into his hands and finally poured into his mouth, without wasting any waste.

"I'm done." Zhou Guangming patted the peach paste that did not exist in his hand and said.

"Why did you only eat one piece?" Hua Banzhi asked looking at him.

"It's time to eat later. If you eat too much, you won't be able to eat." Zhou Guangming looked at her and said with a smile, "Save it and eat it slowly."

"Okay!" Hua Banzhi wrapped the remaining peach crisps in kraft paper and tied them with hemp rope.

Zhou Guangming carried a hemp rope and put the peach sauce into the cabinet, and then started practicing calligraphy with a writing book and a pencil.

"I would have such a good son in the future." Zhuo Erya looked at Zhou Guangming with a panic!

"Oh! Is spring here too?" Hua Banzhi said with a smile at her and said meaningfully.

"Mom, it's still snowing outside! It's still early for spring to come!" Zhou Guangming raised his eyes and looked at Hua Banzhi and said silly.

"Hehe..." Hua Banzhi and Zhuo Erya looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Zhou Guangming looked at the two people who were smiling inexplicably and said silly, "Am I wrong?"

"That's right! That's right!" Hua Banzhi said as she held the smile on her face and looked at him.

"It's just that our Guangming is right." Zhuo Erya said with a smile.

Zhou Guangming was wavy and looked at them, and always felt that this was not the truth. He couldn't figure it out, so he continued to practice writing and live up to the great morning light.

Zhuoerya naturally heard Hua Banzhi's joke, "Don't teach the children badly."

"I swear yesterday that I don't like men? Why do I like children again today?" Cheng Yunling looked at her and joked.

"I like good kids, but you know that sometimes this kid cries, it's so terrifying." Zhuoerya shivered when she remembered the past, "Looking at a child is more tiring than doing a day of work."

"You seem to be very experienced when you talk about it." Cheng Yunling looked at her and joked.

"I helped see my nephew." Zhuo Erya said with a smile, "I grinned a few months ago, showing my neat teeth like rice grains, and my smile was very cute! But when I cried, my god! No one can coax me."

"What should you do if you dislike this and have your own child in the future?" Cheng Yunling asked worriedly as she looked at her.

"That's the smell will smell good." Hua Banzhi said with a smile, "Don't look disgusted now."

"Maybe!" Zhuoerya braided her big braid while her black hair was shuttled, and specially tied it with two red ribbons, tied it into a bow.

"You guys talk! I'm going to school." Zhuoerya stood up and pulled her clothes, took off her tweed coat from the hanger and opened the door and walked out.

"Let's go too, I'll go to the kitchen to cook." Hua Banzhi reached out and pulled Zhou Guangming.

"Wait for me, I'll go too." Cheng Yunling got off the kang and said.

Hua Banzhi opened the door and the cold wind poured in.

"Hiss... so cold!" Zhou Guangming said with his writing book and pencil, shrank his neck, intending to go to the dining table of the cafeteria to continue practicing calligraphy.

"Ah! The snow is not heavy." Zhou Guangming looked at the thin layer of snow on the ground and said with regret. "I guess the sun will melt when it comes out, and the snowman will not be piled up."

"Wait for a chance! You can't see snow in the north." Hua Banzhi said gently as she looked at him, and closed the door.

The three of them went to the kitchen and were very familiar with the large earth stove in the canteen. They were very familiar with the skillful fire making and cooking.

"It's still the fast and fragrant cooking of this big firewood. The coal ball stove used by my mother at home is so slow to cook." Cheng Yunling said with a sweet taste of corn floating out of the pot.

Hua Banzhi watched as the corn porridge was almost cooked, and pressed the fire down.

Take the plate and take out the black pickles from the pickles jar, and cut them into thin strips.
To be continued...