Yu Qingshiâs Gift (2)
Yu Qingshi didnât hesitate and gave everything to his father. He told him not to open it with a serious expression. He also asked him to carefully observe Jiang Xiaomanâs face when she received them.
Yu Wencheng would naturally not interfere too much with the childrenâs communication, so he just went along with what his son said and promised him again and again.
Yu Wencheng left after a few days.
The shortcut to the mine did not pass through the village.
The road in the village was better, but it took more time to go through there. Even though the newly opened dirt road was winding and difficult, it saved time overall.
But for the sake of his sonâs letter, Yu Wencheng deliberately got up early just to deliver it.
Jiang Xiaoman got up earlier than Yu Wencheng thought.
When he arrived, Jiang Xiaoman was about to go out carrying her little school bag.
She was now used to going to school and didnât need Grandma to bring her there.
Seeing Yu Wencheng, Xiaomanâs eyes lit up, and she happily ran towards him. She glanced behind him but couldnât see Yu Qingshi there and couldnât help feeling a bit lost.
She then asked, âUncle Yu, are you looking for Uncle again? Uncle is not coming home anymore; theyâre all in the mine.â
âNo, Iâm here to find you.â This little girl was always full of vitality and spoke cheerfully.
Yu Wencheng couldnât help squeezing her round face; then he took out what Yu Qingshi sent her. âThis is something from my son for you. Why donât you open it?â
The inside was heavy, and Yu Wencheng already felt it up earlier on the way here.
It seemed to be a bag of books.
He really didnât understand what it meant for his son to give those to Jiang Xiaoman.
âWow!!!â Jiang Xiaoman opened it and was surprised when she saw the books, then became ecstatic.
âSo many books!!!â
Jiang Xiaoman was holding the bag with difficulty. It was a little bit heavy, but the smile on her face was obviously very happy.
She excitedly said, âThis is great, this is great. Teacher Tang just said the other day that the school does not have enough exercise books. Can first-year children do these?â
âIt should be possibleâ¦â Yu Wencheng was also surprised.
It was really surprising that his son was such a kind, generous kid.
It was really strange; it didnât seem anything like him.
Was this really his son?
Jiang Xiaoman was very happy. She kept holding the heavy bag and refused to let it go. She wanted to write back to Yu Qingshi to express her gratitude, but Yu Wencheng still had other important things to do, so he couldnât wait for her.
Helpless, Jiang Xiaoman had no choice but to let him go.
It didnât matter; she could still send it herself.
Yu Qingshi was really nice, he actually gave her so many books. This was the first time she ever saw so many books. This way, she could share them with the children in the village.
She hoped that next time he would come to the village to play. She would take him to play somewhere fun and give him a very memorable experience.
Jiang Xiaoman was full of gratitude.
She took the exercise books to school and showed them to Teacher Tang. He chose some that the children could do and planned to make copies by hand, and had Xiaoman take the rest home.
âXiaoman, did your uncle buy these exercise books for you?â Teacher Tang had finished taking a quick look at the exercise books. There were a lot of exercises on logical thinking, as well as some English exercises for children.
These were not the primary reading materials for the children in the village; it was beyond their level.
The main thing the children did was exercises on culture; improving their grades was what was important.
Jiang Xiaoman shook her head. âNo, Uncle hasnât been home for a long time. He works in the mine, and even when he passed by the house sometimes, he still didnât come in. I miss him so much.â
Speaking of Uncle, Jiang Xiaoman couldnât help but miss him.
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