I really don't want to be a teacher

Squatting in front of his father, he said over and over again,

"...It's okay, it's okay..."

The old man bent down a little more, just stroking his son's shoulders over and over again, smiling, and said in a loud voice,

"...it's okay, get up..."

……

After a long time, the middle-aged man stood up again with red eyes again.

"... let's go and get some food."

The old man looked at his son and said with a smile on his face.

"...Dad, are you hungry... I'm going right now, I'm going to cook for you, stir-fry for you... There are still some vegetables in the refrigerator..."

Hearing what the old man said, the middle-aged man hurriedly responded, and then ran to the kitchen,

"...Dad is not hungry. You have been busy for so long at night, and you haven't had dinner yet."

The old man shook his head with a smile, and said to his son,

The middle-aged man paused,

"...Let's go, cook something you like, and Dad will watch you make it... If you like twice-cooked pork, Dad will teach you by the side, and when it's ready, Dad will eat with you."

As the old man said, he bent his back and moved his feet,

"...Okay, Dad..."

With red eyes, the middle-aged man responded and walked to the kitchen with his father.

Chapter 846 The person who draws

"...soy milk, deep-fried dough sticks, steamed buns, steamed buns..."

"...Steamed corn, steamed pumpkin pie..."

The rising sun was blocked by clouds and mist, and the dew on the branches and leaves of the trees on the roadside was blown down by the breeze.

At the intersection, there is a mobile stall selling some breakfast snacks, and the cars parked out of the stall. There is some mist rising from the stall, and it is blown away by the breeze.

Either wrapping their clothes tightly, or pinching the bag for grocery shopping, or walking in a hurry, playing with the things in their hands, or talking to some acquaintances passing by, bustling pedestrians from the intersection, the street walked by,

Some cars drive by on the street from time to time.

From time to time, after the stalls, the vendors selling some snacks are hawking, and from time to time the doors are opened on the street, and the shops that are open for business are greeting customers.

From time to time, pedestrians stopped in front of the booth, waited in front of the roadside bus stop, and walked into the open shop.

From time to time, some passing cars waited for the traffic light to pass, and drove to various places. The bus stopped in front of the platform, some people got off, some people got on, and gradually went away.

Blowing through the breeze,

The dew was falling under the trees, and the skirts of pedestrians swayed slightly as they walked by.

The voices of pedestrians, vendors shouting, and vehicles passing by are mixed and ringing.

Another city morning.

"Squeak, squeak..."

Along the city streets, Lian Ge walked forward, listening to some voices ringing in his ears, watching some passing scenes, pedestrians.

On the shoulder, the little white mouse turned its head and stood upright on its forelimbs, looking at some stalls selling snacks on the roadside, and restaurants selling some breakfast, with greedy eyes,

Looking at the greedy little white mouse on his shoulder, Lian Ge smiled slightly,

"Let's go and have breakfast."

Smiling, Lian Ge turned his gaze away, said something aloud, and walked towards a restaurant selling breakfast on the street.

"...Squeak, squeak!"

The little white mouse stood up on its forelimbs and yelled.

last night,

After hearing that the theater old man left Changbanpo, Lian Ge chose another direction at random and walked out of the city.

All the way, the road under your feet has changed from a street to a highway,

Passing by some villages on the outskirts of the city, I slept in the wilderness for a night,

Walked a little further and came here.

……

"...Young man, what do you want to eat?"

Walk into the restaurant that sells breakfast, the restaurant is not very big,

Next to the two walls, there are several dining tables,

It was meal time, and the restaurant was full of customers, who were eating breakfast, talking with the people next to them, or playing with their mobile phones.

Walking out of the kitchen, the owner of the restaurant serving the guests saw Lian Ge entering the restaurant, wiped his hands, and hurried over, saying hello,

I glanced at some customers sitting in the restaurant, then turned my gaze to the menu hanging on the wall next to it,

"Two taels of rice noodles, and steamed buns."

Feel free, Lian Ge said something aloud.

"...Okay, I'll come up to you right away."

The owner of the restaurant hurriedly responded, then turned his head and looked at the tables in the restaurant where people were already sitting.

"...Young man, I'm sorry, there are a lot of guests at the moment, you may have to share a table with other guests."

Turning around, the restaurant owner said something to Lian Ge again,

Glancing at the restaurant, he shook his head, Lian Ge didn't say much.

"...I'm sorry, young man, young man, you can sit down as you please, and I will serve you the buns you want right away..."

After apologizing again, the restaurant owner hurriedly turned around and started working again.

"...Boss, bring me another steamed bun..."

"……okay."

……

"...After finishing our meal later, let's go to the vegetable market first to see if there is any lard to buy and hang back..."

"...OK, it will be over in a while."

"...Hey, I'm having breakfast here, I'll be right over..."

"...Old Chang, that girl in your family is really sensible, unlike that bastard in my family who knows how to play computer games in the house every day..."

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge listened to the mixed voices in the restaurant, then glanced at the customers sitting in the restaurant,

Or an old couple eating noodles in a leisurely manner, talking to each other about their parents,

Or a close, familiar couple talking with someone at the next table,

The middle-aged man who was on the phone hurriedly took the noodle bowl and stuffed it into his mouth.

Turning his gaze again, Lian Ge glanced at the table next to the restaurant door,

At the dining table, only facing the outside of the restaurant, sat a young man, who was a little quieter.

There is a bowl of noodles in front of him, chopsticks are placed on the bowl, and the mist is rising and lingering,

Sitting at the dining table, holding a charcoal pencil in one hand, a sketch paper with a board in the other hand, and a bag on the ground next to it,

He lowered his head, looked at the sketch paper, and drew something on the sketch paper with a charcoal pen.

Glancing at the young man, Lian Ge paused and walked over.

"Excuse me, can I sit here?"

Walking to the table where there were still some empty seats, Lian Ge said something in a calm tone.

Hearing the sound, the young man holding a charcoal pencil and drawing on the sketch paper raised his head, first looked at Lian Ge and nodded,

He turned his head again, looked at the other tables in the restaurant, turned back again, took a charcoal pencil, and stroked a few strokes on the sketch paper,

Turn the sketch paper sandwiched on the board around, facing Lian Ge,

On the sketch paper, written in charcoal on the side, 'Of course'.

"Thank you."

I glanced at the words written on the sketch paper, smiled again, and said thank you,

Lian Ge sat down at the table, on the empty seat opposite the young man.

The young man shook his head, then lowered his head again, holding a charcoal pencil and drawing with each stroke.

Glancing at the young man again, Lian Ge turned his gaze to the customers in the restaurant,

Withdrawing his gaze, he didn't say anything again, just listening to the voices of customers in the restaurant and pedestrians passing by outside the restaurant,

"...Old Chang, I will treat you to this meal later."

"...No, no...It should be us who invites you."

"...Help me remember again, let's see what else I need to buy besides buying lard..."

"……well……"

Looking at some pedestrians passing by, Lian Ge quietly listened to some voices mixed in his ears,

On the shoulder, the little white mouse turned its head and looked inside and outside the restaurant.

At this time, the restaurant owner came from the kitchen with a bowl of noodles and steamed buns.

The little white mouse erected its forelimbs again, turned its head, and its eyeballs followed the steamed buns brought by the restaurant owner.

"...Young man, the buns and rice noodles you want."

The restaurant owner put the steamed stuffed bun and bowl of rice noodles on the table in front of Lian Ge, and walked away.

The little white mouse stared at the steamed stuffed bun with greedy eyes,

Turning his gaze, he glanced at the greedy little white mouse, picked up the chopsticks, took a bun and handed it to the little white mouse,

The little white mouse quickly stretched out its paws to hold the buns, and started fighting against the buns.

Looking away, Lian Ge picked up the chopsticks and ate, listening to the voices in his ears, and the sound of the young man's strokes on the paper,

"...By the way, Lao Chang, why did you two come out so early today?"

"... Hey, isn't this my daughter who learned dance... After so many years of learning, her teacher praised her a while ago, saying that she is talented... and said that she found someone to perform on stage Opportunity, it's in the provincial capital, it's going to be on stage in the afternoon, and we'll drive to see it later..."

"...Good thing, I watched it when I was a child, and I knew that your girl would be promising when she grows up...Then today's meal is for you..."

Next to them, the familiar people were talking, with smiles on their faces from ear to ear,

But at this time, the young man's strokes on the paper stopped.

Chapter 847

"...Hey, what's the future? It's the first time she's on stage... Her teacher also thinks highly of her, so she was asked to go on such a big stage when she came here, and there will be a lot of people sitting on it..."

"...That's really promising. There are so many audiences on the stage for the first time, and it will definitely be great in the future... It's not like the son in my house, who stays in the house all day long, and doesn't go out of the gate... "

In the restaurant, the acquaintances were still laughing and talking,

The young man sitting across from Lian Ge held a charcoal pencil in his hand, and the strokes touched the paper, pausing for a long time.

Picking up the rice noodles in the bowl and eating, Lian Ge listened to the mixed voices in the restaurant, then turned his gaze, and looked at the silent young man who was still in motion,

Without saying anything, Lian Ge ate some breakfast casually, listening to some voices ringing in his ears, looking at the customers in the restaurant, some pedestrians passing by outside the restaurant,

The breeze that rolled the dew on the branches and leaves outside the restaurant came from time to time, disturbing some tables, some mist rising from the bowls, and some voices mixed with the skirts of the people around the tables.