"But it's cold this time." Miao Xinhong said stomping her feet.

Looking at the children, their faces were red, and their noses were frozen red like a few carrots, but they were all full of energy in the snow and ice.

Miao Xinhong convinced and said, "I don't have the energy that these children were young. Let's go and go into the house." As she said that, she turned around and shouted at someone: "Don't you get out of the car? Look at you, you are worse than these children."

Hearing her shout, Dan Dongxiang, who was in charge of driving, put his scarf on his neck from a jeep parked by the roadside, jumped down handsomely.

"Aren't I looking for information for you in the car?" Shan Dongxiang said as he walked over quickly to them.

Ning Yunxi only realized that they had a bunch of books in the car and were searching for information while the gap was being made, so he said, "You are so busy, can you accompany us?"

"What are you busy with? I'm busy with it?" Miao Xinhong said, holding the little girl Meng Chencheng's hand, "You said that this child can feel the heat in her palm through her gloves. Why are you so hot? It's like a volcano."

Meng Chencheng kept smiling when she heard what Aunt Miao said. Aunt Miao said so interestingly, she actually described her as a small volcano.

"She jumps all day long," said Ning Yunxi.

"I only remember her singing voice." Miao Xinhong said with emotion, "The young vanguard song that your little five sang in the cemetery that day moved everyone again. Later, those who sang asked again, did your children learn to sing? I said I have to go back and ask you."

"No. The time she sang two or three years ago, she learned it from the teacher of the art troupe. The rest were learned from the school teachers at school." Ning Yunxi denied it. It was mainly because she and her husband and Chief Hou agreed. It is more important for children to lay a good foundation for cultural courses now.

"Which elementary school did she go to?" Miao Xinhong asked.

"The Guihua Road Primary School near our courtyard."

"Why haven't I heard of this elementary school? You know you don't care at first glance, right? You probably think that you can tutor this child to be admitted to a key middle school at home." Miao Xinhong scolded her, "Your heart is really big."

"There is close to home, so the elderly can take care of their children to and from get out of class." Ning Yunxi could not let the two elderly people in the family ride on the bus to pick up the children. The children are young, so they are worried about going back and forth to school by themselves. It is better to wait until the children go to junior high school before talking.

"It's good to have a teacher at home, and you're full of confidence." Miao Xinhong continued to talk to her.

Shan Dongxiang followed behind and said, "I think Teacher Ning's consideration is quite right. Younger children are safe first. If you have any problems, you can notify your parents to go to school to deal with it as soon as possible."

Miao Xinhong turned her head to look at him, showing a hint of surprise: "You refute my words for the first time."

"Is that true?" Shan Dongxiang held his glasses, as if he was more surprised than her.

Ning Yunxi watched from the side and felt that the atmosphere between the two men had become good recently.

Miao Xinhong suddenly complained to her: "I don't know how to arrange it, but I suddenly arranged for me to do research with him. I was really annoyed by him. He was nagging all day long, even more nagging than my grandmother at home."

"You crazy girl, after searching the information, I will throw it on the ground. I won't tell you, you throw it all over the ground. Who will clean it up for you?" Shan Dongxiang said.
Chapter completed!