Chapter 8: Sickness (2/2)

On the same day, she went to see Teacher Xia. After getting teacher Xia's consent, she picked the afternoon to let him give piano lessons to her child.

On the first day, Tang Hongjun secretly asked for a leave of absence, and watched by the window of his home for more than an hour, and saw that his child was getting along with Teacher Xia very comfortably, and he felt sad for a while.

He watched for a while, then went back to work, but he felt relieved when he saw the pictures of his child sitting by the table as he played with a toy train, that he had bought for him on the way home.

Chen Suling thought of buying something for her son. On her way back home, she went to the cake shop and bought a chocolate cake. This time she did not buy a small one.

Instead, she bought the largest double-layered one in the shop and brought it back to her son.

Tang Jinyu did not expect to receive such a big gift and was overjoyed.

He stepped his feet and looked at the cake on the table, watching his mother cut a very large piece and handed it over to him, shook his head, and said, ”Mom, I want one more piece!”

If it was before, Chen Suling would have been afraid that he would eat too many sweets and would damage his teeth, but today was an exception. She didn't see her son all afternoon, and she wanted to give him everything that he wanted at the moment.

She neatly cut another piece and put it on his plate and asked, ”Is that enough?”

Tang Jinyu nodded, holding a plate with two slices of cakes, and went to the next door, happily giving it to Teacher Xia.

They lived nearby each other, Tang Jinyu had walked in that small corridor so many times. He couldn't be more familiar with it.

Tang Honjun saw as his son knock next door, as he sat there and muttered in jealousy.

Chen Suling got close and could hear him clearly. She nudges him with her arm and laughed and said, ”Don't make a fool out yourself. You do scientific research, do you even have a piano level higher than ten?”

Teacher Xia is a gentle and patient person.

Tang Jinyu likes him very much because he usually spends half an afternoon studying with him. As he interacted more with Teacher Xia, he routinely praises him to his parents a few words every night, saying, ”Teacher Xia can play any musical instruments.”

Tang Hongjun and his wife had been neighbors with Teacher Xia for several years, and their knowledge of him was limited, only knowing that he used to work for a private school as a music teacher. The rest is not very clear.

This old house was also left by Mr. Xia's father. The old man once worked with Mr. Tang Honjun in a design institute, but now he is no longer here.

The Xia family is left with only Xia Ye and his father that have supported each other for so many years.

Tang Jinyu was taken care of by Teacher Xia, and the Tang family naturally repaid them back and take extra care of them.

Tang Hongjun felt that his son had troubled Teacher Xia, and he asked someone to find a cram school with a famous teacher and planned to pay back some favors.

After all, Xia Ye is going to be in high school next year and might have trouble choosing a school.

Tang Honjun enthusiastically talked about this with the father and son, but Xia Ye politely refused.

”Thank you, Uncle Tang but I really don't need it, my grades are already good.”

Tang Hongjun did his homework in advance and inquired about Xia Ye’s grades. The grades requirement of the nearby schools for children were average.

Xia Ye’s grades were among the top ten in his class, and all the school nearby high schools in the area can't give him as many opportunities to grow.

He knows that young people at Xia Ye’s age have high self-esteem, and he was enthusiastic: ”Xia Ye, there is a remarkable teacher that I know that can give you lessons. The test papers that they provide are from past examination questions. It's no harm to do more questions and get familiar with them. How many lessons would you like to listen to?”

Xia Ye still did not agree.

Teacher Xia also smiled and said: ”There's no need to trouble yourself. Xia Ye has studied very well here. As for which high school he wants to go to, let him choose himself

Tang Hongjun has never brought up a teenager before, but after a moment of thinking about it, he subconsciously thought of his precious son, he nodded and said cheerfully, ”Okay, let them decide for themselves. You can read and study whatever you want. Okay, don’t worry about choosing a high school that is not close to home.”

The tutoring class failed. Tang Hongjun bothered his father who lived in the provincial capital to send some books. This time, it was Xia Ye's favorite content, mostly about programming. There were also two original editions of English books, which were not easy to get.

Xia Ye liked this gift very much. After receiving the book, he offered them a bag of fruits to thank him.

Tang Hongjun opened the door to him and took the fruit, smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said: ”Don't be so polite, you guys are family, you don't have to be polite with your uncle in the future, feel free to call me whenever you need my help.”

Xia Ye smiled, ”Thank you, Uncle Tang.”

He didn't take his words seriously. Many people have said this to the father and son for so many years, but only a few people lend a helping hand when they were encountering difficulties.

There is a saying that it is normal for people to help others when in need but they always can't help you for a lifetime. This is simply human nature

But he did not expect that the words of the Tang family would be fulfilled so quickly.

It was the time when the Chinese New Year was approaching. The street outside was already covered with colorful lights. There were red lanterns everywhere. In addition to a few restaurants that were still open, while other shops were closed and ready for the new year.

Chen Suling went to the company to give a few gifts to her employees. In the afternoon, she specially asked the driver to send him a gift that she prepared, for Teacher Xia.

It might have been fate, but as soon as the driver arrived, he saw his boss child outside in hallways, crying and knocking on each door desperately.

When he saw him, he ran towards him.

. The child had trouble walking, his clothes were covered with dirt and his hands were bruised and bleeding.

The driver was startled, and hurriedly threw down his things to look at him: ”Xiaoyu, what's the matter? What's wrong?”

Tang Jinyu pointed upstairs and stammered a bit from his heavy breathing, crying out: ”Home, Teacher Xia…Uncle help!”