MTL - Little Life on An American Ranch-Chapter 651 eccentric
Chapter 651 Strange
Seeing Jian Heng coming, Ma Wan smiled at Jian Heng, then turned his attention to the child next to him, and softly corrected the child's mistakes. That kind of expression with a little bit of stupidity, he looked like a hard worker As a gardener who educates people, he looks like a teacher by example.
Jian Heng was about to sigh, when he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps behind him, he turned his head and found Wu Yong walking in with his two children.
"Mr. Ma, Mr. Ma, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry today. The child has a problem at school. It's a little late." Wu Yong didn't even look at Jian Heng when he came in, and apologized directly to Ma Wan Come.
Ma Wan smiled and said, "It's okay, sit down!"
Talking pouted at a clean space.
Ma Wan pushed her two children to the front, and then gave them a glare. Then the two children turned around, walked to the table and sat down.
Ma Wan watched the whole process, and instead of being annoyed, he smiled and said to the two children: "Since you have already come and you can't leave, let's learn to buy a craft!"
"Writing is also a craft?" Wu Yong's mischievous young son said disdainfully.
Wu Yong immediately raised his eyebrows when he heard it: "Why are you talking to the teacher! Is it itchy?"
After hearing this, Ma Wan waved at Wu Yong, and then said to the little guy in a friendly manner, "Why not? Isn't your handwriting better than others'? It's not that easy to write well. Things, in the process of writing, you need to adjust your emotions and make your mind calm and natural, which is also a process of cultivating the mind.”
After finishing speaking, he reached out and tapped the little guy's forehead with the scroll in his hand: "You are too late, take out the book and start posting."
"Teacher, why don't I come to you at home instead of coming?" The little guy said a lot of strange things.
Ma Wan smiled slightly: "How much time do you spend watching TV and playing with your mobile phone at home? How much time do you spend practicing calligraphy continuously? Don't procrastinate with me. If you procrastinate, I will practice with you until ten o'clock tonight." bell!"
Hearing that the handwriting practice lasted until ten o'clock, the little guy shrank his head subconsciously: "No more, I have no problem!"
During the whole process, Jian Heng found that Wu Yong's eyes were about to burst into flames. Finally, when he heard that his son had stopped picking on faults, his expression improved.
Seeing his two children start to practice calligraphy one by one, Wu Yong stretched out his hand and pulled Jian Heng out of the door.
"Hey!"
Before Jian Heng could ask, Wu Yong gasped first.
"What's the matter?" Jian Heng asked with a smile, "What happened to the business?"
Wu Yong said: "There is no trouble in the business, but our two children are giving me a headache now."
"What's wrong with them, they look very lively now, could it be that they were bullied by others at school?" Jian Heng was very curious, thinking that what happened before happened again.
Wu Yong said: "Now no one bullies, now it's time to bully people!"
"Ah!" Jian Heng didn't expect the two children to change from the role of being bullied to the role of bullying, but he paused and said: "Forget it, anyway, they are bullied by others!"
Wu Yong glanced at Jian Heng with dissatisfaction: "You really know how to comfort people, what is better than being bullied, bullying and being bullied are both wrong!"
"Look at you like that, I don't believe you didn't bully others when you were young?" Jian Heng laughed.
"Be serious! I'm telling you something serious!" Wu Yong was a little unhappy, and he was really unhappy.
Anyone who is called by the teacher to talk for an hour will not be happy.
"What's going on?" Jian Heng said.
When Wu Yong talked about the matter, Jian Heng thought it was bullying. It turned out that there were a few people in his child's school who were not good at studying. If they had nothing to do, they would bully the students with good grades, or those who were African-American or Asian-American. The two children, especially the one from Wu Yong's family, became more cheerful and made more friends. Although these children did not take him to play, there was a group of students around him who were not considered good students, but they were not considered bad either. The children of the students, let's put it this way, can be regarded as a group to keep warm, and this is considered to be a new force rising on the campus.
Then the conflict between the old and the young finally intensified. The cause was that these strong boys bullied one of them. This kid couldn't see it anymore and stepped forward. The so-called gangsters fight, but those who are weak are afraid of being strong, and those who are ruthless are afraid of dying. Mobi was nothing more than that, a dozen or so children knocked down the original guy to the ground and beat him hard, that's all.
"You should be commended for your bravery when you see justice," Jian Heng said.
Wu Yong glanced at Jian Heng: "This is a brave act. You didn't see what kind of beating those children were. Their parents stopped doing it."
"A lawsuit? Come on, why don't their children jump out when they bully others?" Jian Heng said disdainfully.
"Forget it, you didn't become a father, and you didn't understand if I told you." Wu Yong felt that he was talking to a cow now, and he was a stupid cow.
Jian Heng was so embarrassed that he didn't tell him that he randomly grabbed a son from the space, who was dozens of years older than Wu Yong's ancestor in terms of age.
"Okay, let's not talk about this, how long are they here?"
"More than two hours," Wu Yong said.
"Okay, go to my house to eat pot. Later, I'll make a call to ask if He Ye and Si Wan are back." Jian Heng took out his cell phone and dialed He Ye.
It took a long time for He Ye to answer the phone. After the call, he told Jian Heng that he might be late, and let Jian Heng and others eat first. If it's too late, don't wait for them.
Jian Heng heard that the time seemed to be a long time away: "What's the matter, you have to give me a letter whether the little fox is alive or not?"
"It's hard to say, anyway, Si Wan is in a bad mood right now, I have to be by my side." After He Ye finished speaking, he chatted with Jian Heng for a few more words and hung up the phone.
Wu Yong asked curiously: "What's going on?"
Jian Heng picked up the main thing and talked to Wu Yong.
"Master He is playing for real this time?" Wu Yong didn't know the news yet, and Jian Heng didn't gossip, and it was impossible for He Ye that Wu Yong didn't have nothing to mention this matter, so it was only now that he knew that He Ye had someone he liked, and Still quite the portal.
"If he doesn't play the real game, others will do it!" Jian Heng said.
"Then tell me..." Wu Yong was a little anxious.
Jian Heng said: "Let's go on the way, I will tell you on the way, no matter whether they come back or not, it's not too early, I have to go home and cook."
"What's on the way? I've eaten it!" Wu Yong heard that He Ye might not come back, so he didn't want to have a pot with Jian Heng. He planned to practice calligraphy with the children here, and then directly from Jian Heng's house. Fly back to your home at the airport.
Jian Heng had no choice but to talk to Wu Yong about it.
Hearing about Si Wan's background and He Ye's concentration, Wu Yong sighed: "If I hadn't heard from you, I really wouldn't have imagined that Mr. He still likes a girl so much that he even resorted to a little trick. means".
Jian Heng said: "Okay, you are sighing here, I'm going home to cook."
"Hey, someone else! I still have something to tell you." Seeing that Jian Heng was about to leave, Wu Yong stretched out his hand and grabbed Jian Heng's arm.
"I just asked you what's the matter and you said it's all right?"
"Suddenly I forgot, I told you old Walsh wanted to buy our horses!"
"Didn't you say you wouldn't sell it?"
"I mean the gelding! Old Walsh didn't say he wanted to buy a stallion, but he wanted to buy a gelding that was eliminated from our group of demon horses," Wu Yong said.
Jian Heng scratched his head: "What kind of medicine does this old man sell in the gourd, buy geldings, why?"
"Why are there so many, our question now is to sell or not to sell!"
"Why don't you sell it if you have money to make?" Jian Heng said.
Wu Yong heard this and said: "Then we will sell it?"
"I mean to sell, but you have to think about it comprehensively, whether it will cause any bad harm to us." As soon as Jian Heng said this, he immediately looked like a shopkeeper who was throwing his hands away.
Wu Yong: "...".
Jian Heng didn't want to ask what Wu Yong thought. He was very curious about Old Walsh's purchase of a horse, and he began to think about the reason when he returned.
(end of this chapter)
