Reborn and returned to kindergarten as the boss

After watching his grandma leave, Tang Na returned to the classroom.

At that time, the children were all queuing up, waiting for Teacher Ding.Seeing that Tang Na came back alone, everyone asked the teacher's whereabouts with great concern.

He only vaguely said that the teacher would be back soon, and after comforting the children, Tang Na pulled Mo Li aside alone.

When he first heard that he was going back with the butler today, Mo Li must have been unhappy.

But Tang Na didn't know what he was in a hurry for. He unconsciously took his hands and shook them as a gesture of affection, looking like he was acting like a baby...

Morley still agreed.

Seeing that Mo Li agreed, Tang Na jumped up for joy.

And seeing Tang Na so happy because he "doesn't have to go home with me"...

Mo Li was inexplicably even more unhappy.

After the two children's "conspiracy" was over, Teacher Ding seemed to have calmed down and returned to the classroom.

The young woman who was sobbing alone in the office just now, entered the door with a spring breeze on her face, and the corners of her eyes didn't even turn red.

Only Tang Na knew that she had been wronged.

Only Donna knew that she had cried.

Still in a full state, Teacher Ding took the children to the gate of the kindergarten, and handed the children's little hands back to the parents one by one.

After saying goodbye to each child with a smile, Teacher Ding took Tang Na's hand as usual, and looked under the familiar locust tree...

But there was no sign of the old lady.

"Huh? Nana, where's your mother-in-law?" Teacher Ding looked down at Tang Na.

I saw Tang Na holding her with one hand and clutching the hem of his clothes with the other, as if he was in a dilemma.

"What's the matter?" Teacher Ding squatted down, looked at him at the same level, and clasped his hands in a gesture of expecting the other party to trust him.

Only then did Tang Na express his request, "Teacher, can you send me home today?"

"Huh?" Teacher Ding hesitated for a moment, "What about the mother-in-law?"

"Grandma can't come today..." Tang Na pouted, looking a little aggrieved.

Teacher Ding couldn't see the child's pitiful appearance, especially since this child was Tang Na who had a good relationship with her recently.

She was a soft-hearted person, so she agreed without much hesitation.

So on this day, Teacher Ding had to "work overtime" and personally sent Tang Na home from school.

Along the way, Tang Na didn't know what he was thinking and walked away absent-mindedly.

Children's steps are already slow, and when they slow down, they walk even slower.

Teacher Ding didn't care either, holding the child's hand and following him slowly on the road.

Occasionally, she could feel the probing gaze of a child from below, but as soon as she looked down, Tang Na would just look at the ground nonchalantly, kicking stones, pretending not to have seen her.

When she continued to look straight ahead, she would feel the child staring at her again.

Why is Nana staring at me?

What is Nana thinking?

Teacher Ding thought secretly, but felt funny on his face, and didn't expose the child's poor acting skills, just let him stare.

Passing by the fence of a family's yard, a rose slanted out of the fence grid, red and dazzling.

Teacher Ding was attracted by the road-blocking rose, and he was taken aback for a moment without noticing it, so he prepared to take a detour and pass by directly...

The child next to her tugged at her hand.

"What's wrong with Nana?" Teacher Ding hurriedly lowered his head and asked.

Donna looked up at her, "Teacher, can we look at the flowers for a while?"

"Aren't you in a hurry to go home?"

"Is the teacher in a hurry?"

"Not in a hurry."

"Then I'm not in a hurry."

Therefore, Mr. Ding was rarely interested, and stopped to stare at the flowers in the yard.

This clump of roses is neatly trimmed, the branches and leaves are cut into grid-like squares, and the flowers are even in size.

All the blooming roses are beautiful bright red, and the petals are flexible and plump, which shows that the owner of the yard is a particular person.

But on the lawn of rose bushes, there were scattered leaves and some flowers of various colors and sizes.

It looked like the owner of the yard had just repaired it, and hadn't had time to clean up the dead flowers and leaves on the ground.

And the rose blocking the way, although beautiful, is likely to be cut off because of irregularities.

Teacher Ding just had such a thought vaguely in his heart, and even before he thought it through clearly, the children around him seemed to notice it.

"Teacher!" Donna yelled.

"Huh?" Teacher Ding looked down at him.

"Can we save this flower?" Tang Na seriously opened his eyes wide and asked.

save?

Save a flower?

Because of the unique description of the child, Teacher Ding felt his heart being pulled.

She raised her hand to touch the flower with pity, but still lowered her head and said, "Nana, this is a flower raised by someone else, we can't save her."

"But she is crooked. If we don't save her, she will be cut off and thrown into the trash together!"

Teacher Ding frowned slightly, thinking of something, pulled the corner of his mouth forcefully, and said with a wry smile: "This may be the price you have to pay for crooked flowers, right?"

"Hmm~" Tang Na tugged at her hand, shook his head and disagreed, "I want to save her!"

Teacher Ding looked at the children beside him again.

Tang Na seemed to mean something, and looked at the adult in front of him sincerely, "Teacher, can I try harder?"

"..." Teacher Ding swallowed with difficulty.

"Teacher!" Donna took a step closer, "Can I try harder? Before I give up."

"Can……"

Before Teacher Ding had time to finish speaking, he didn't know what he wanted to say, whether it was "yes" or "but".

At this moment, the owner of the yard came out from the building and saw the two teachers and students outside the fence.

The owner of the house is a woman in her 40s. Although the years have engraved beauty patterns on her face, she still has no less charm.

Wrapped in a nightgown, she walked to the fence, and the owner looked at the two of them across the rose bushes. Then she lowered her head and looked directly at the little boy.

Because she felt that the boy was looking at her earnestly, as if he had something to say.

"What's the matter, kid?" the host asked with a smile.

"Big sister, this flower," the boy pointed to the flower that came out of the wall, "can you not throw her away?"

"Big sister?" The master thought it was interesting, then he brushed his long hair and said casually, "You should call me auntie."

"Ah, auntie..." The boy seemed to think that she would care, so he called him "sister" at the beginning. It seemed that he was a very perceptive brat.

"Do you think I will throw away this flower?" the master asked, kicking the broken flowers and leaves by his feet.

The boy nodded obediently.

The master picked up the gardener's shears and cut the flower short by the fence.

The teacher was startled, and hurriedly stretched out his hands to catch it, and Qiangwei just fell into her hands.

The master put down the scissors and smiled, "Because she is beautiful, I didn't plan to throw her away. But now, she seems to have a better home."

The teacher holding the flower was taken aback.

The master stared at the face of the young teacher, and lazily said: "Beautiful flowers, for beautiful people who are destined. I hope you have a good day."

"Thank you, thank you." The teacher held a flower and nodded in gratitude, "You too."

The teacher and the student continued to move forward.

Different from the beginning, at this moment, Teacher Ding was holding a beautiful rose in his hand.

"Teacher," Tang Na excitedly said, "Efforts still pay off! We saved her!"

"Hahaha..." Teacher Ding couldn't help laughing, "But I don't need to be rescued."

"That is to say, flowers that grow crookedly don't necessarily have to be discarded. Is it worth cherishing in the first place?"

Listening to the child's words, Teacher Ding's eyes reflected the delicate red of this flower.

She pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Well. She is indeed worthy of being cherished."