I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

Lin Qinglan received a courier with a banner inside.

The recipient wrote her name, and when I called the sender I found out it was Mr. Chen's son.

Uncle Chen is a new student in the Chinese painting class this year, and he used to be desk mate with Mr. Fu.

Because he has lived alone for many years, Uncle Chen is not talkative and never visits neighbors.

Xiao Chen took Uncle Chen to a check-up, and the psychiatrist said that he had a tendency to depression, accompanied by communication problems.

Xiao Chen took the old man to his side and sent him to the senior citizens' university because he wanted him to interact more with people of his age.

After attending the senior citizens' university, Mr. Chen's condition has improved, but he still speaks unsteadily, likes to sit alone at a table, and refuses to communicate with others.

But some people insist on communicating.

The turning point came on the first day that Lao Fu and Uncle Chen sat at the same table.

With his outgoing personality and eloquent tongue, Mr. Fu made Uncle Chen cover his ears in just one class.

After returning home, Uncle Chen complained about Old Fu for half an hour. His logic was clear and his speech was fluent, which made Little Chen burst into tears.

Starting from the second class, Uncle Chen couldn't help but talk to Mr. Fu and asked him to speak less.

Although the talkative Old Fu was soon moved to the golden seat next to the podium, the relationship between Uncle Chen and Old Fu made rapid progress.

Even a bunch of talkative people in Lao Fu’s social circle started chatting with Uncle Chen.

Uncle Li, Uncle Wang and Uncle Zhao, several talented people, took turns to talk Uncle Chen out of his communication barriers.

I went to the hospital for a follow-up check-up and found out that I was cured. The doctors were stunned.

Xiao Chen sent a thank-you letter to the school that same day and also said he would present a banner.

At that time, Lin Qinglan refused. After all, this was Lao Fu’s credit, and if there was any gift, it should be given to him alone.

Now the banner that Xiao Chen said he would give is in her hand.

Lin Qinglan opened it and found four banners inside, three large and one small.

By chance, the call to Xiao Chen was connected.

"Principal Xiaolin, did you receive the banner I sent to the school?"

"One is for you, one is for Teacher Huang, one is for Uncle Fu, and the other is a floating red flag that I personally give to the school."

"Thanks to our senior citizens' university, my father is becoming more and more cheerful. He has not taken any medicine for a day and is happy every day."

"I'm on a business trip now, otherwise I would definitely come to the school to thank you in person."

Xiao Chen instructed that the banner belonging to Lao Fu must be handed to him personally.

Xiao De was even more excited than her: "Host, I haven't seen the banner yet, open it and take a look."

There were three huge words printed on the red satin banner.

The side addressed to Lin Qinglan read "Good Principal!"

The side addressed to Mr. Huang reads “Good teacher!”

The side addressed to Lao Fu reads "Good uncle!"

There is also a small, triangular, floating red flag.

……

Lin Qinglan went to the classroom with the banners from Mr. Fu and Teacher Huang.

Old Fu didn't have the Chinese painting class this time. He was "making trouble" in Uncle Li's erhu class.

"Lao Fan and the others are going to the video game store, I want to go too!"

Uncle Li was busy writing down music and said perfunctorily, "They are just having fun together, so don't join in the fun."

"I don't care. I'm going to go."

"Okay, go ahead."

"Let's go together. Don't look at it anymore. Can you understand the music score?" Old Fu looked at Uncle Li's dazed look and exposed him.

"I don't understand. The midterm exam is coming up soon."

Uncle Li was really worried. He couldn't understand the music score, and the erhu he played was even uglier than his son's snoring.

"If I perform 'Horse Racing' again, Mr. Wei will not just hand out essays, he will probably ask me to get out of his class."

"Do you understand it?" Uncle Li looked hopefully at Old Fu, who had also learned a musical instrument.

Lao Fu shook his head very honestly, "I don't understand, but I know you secretly ate spicy noodles again yesterday. Your music has a spicy smell."

"Ugh!"

Both of them sighed at the same time, each with their own troubles.

"Uncle Fu, please come out for a moment." Lin Qinglan called out to Old Fu, who was thinking of a reason to go out and play.

Old Fu jumped over and said, "Principal Xiaolin, are you going to tell me that there will be no class tomorrow?"

"No."

"That is...my son asked for leave for me?"

"Not at all."

"Could it be that you finally can't stand me anymore and want to return my tuition?" Old Fu took a breath.

"Do you really not want to go to class? I have good news for you." Lin Qinglan took out the silk banner hidden behind her and showed it to Old Fu: "This is a special gift from Uncle Chen's son to thank you for taking care of Uncle Chen at school."

"He said that because you talk to Uncle Chen every day, Uncle Chen is much more cheerful now, and his whole family is very grateful to you."

Old Fu's eyes turned from confusion to shock, full of disbelief: "Is it really for me?"

"There is no other person named Fu Zhicai in our school." Lin Qinglan was amused by Mr. Fu's reaction.

"Can I take a picture?" Old Fu grinned with his big white teeth.

He had only one idea. It was only morning now, so he sent the photo of him and the banner to his son and asked him to print it out urgently. After school, he should be able to see this photo that brought honor to his family and put it in every corner of his house.

Seeing Lin Qinglan nod, Old Fu didn't bother to be polite with her and directly handed the phone to Lin Qinglan. He held the banner in his hand and couldn't let it go, wishing he could kiss it twice.

When taking the photo, she also reminded him: "Principal Xiaolin, please stand on the left side. My left face looks better on camera."

After taking the photos, Mr. Fu returned the banner to her.

"Principal Lin, just pretend you haven't seen me. I'll go into the classroom and you can send me off again, okay?" Old Fu begged, rubbing his hands.

"Let me show off for once, please."

Lin Qinglan sighed helplessly, otherwise everyone would say that Lao Fu was conspicuous.

This small request can still be met.

Afterwards, another banner was presented to Teacher Huang. Teacher Huang was as excited as Mr. Fu, and he even wanted to paint a picture on the spot and give it to Mr. Chen.

When school was over, Mr. Fu held the banner the whole time he went out, and he didn't put it down even when his hands were sore.

The discussion about the silk banner has not yet subsided, and what follows is the battle for the honor of the "Mobile Red Flag".