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Kim Seongmin saw Teacher Han when he came to Kim Seongmin's house.
As soon as Kim Seongmin came out of the room, he saw the main culprit who had embarrassed him half a month ago sitting with Shen Auntie from the village committee, chatting with his mother.
"Seongmin, come here."
Xia Zhiruo had a smile on her face as she spoke, just like a mother calling her son in an ordinary family. But when it fell on Kim Seongmin, it made him tremble imperceptibly. His mother knew what had happened that day. Sure enough, as long as they had the chance, the aunts in the village would not let go of the opportunity to criticize him in front of his mother.
Kim Seongmin walked over and sat next to Xia Zhiruo, trying not to pay attention to the overly focused gaze from the side.
Ever since Kim Seongmin walked out the door, Teacher Han has been staring at him, making Kim Seongmin feel uncomfortable.
"Shen Auntie Hello, Teacher Han Hello..."
Kim Seongmin was nudged by Xia Zhiruo and then realized to greet them, obediently speaking up.
"Seongmin Ah, I was just talking to your mom about something that happened half a month ago..."
Shen Auntie Smiling, deliberately bringing up the last incident as if to suggest that if she didn't mention it, Kim Seongmin wouldn't realize.
"Our child at home doesn't understand, please don't take it to heart, Teacher Han." Xia Zhiruo explained with a warm smile to Teacher Han.
"It's okay, it's okay. He already apologized last time."
Teacher Han's gaze shifted from Kim Seongmin to Xia Zhiruo, smiling to help Kim Seongmin out. His cheeks puffed up with the smile, his eyes round. Kim Seongmin inexplicably thought of a squirrel in a comic strip.
"This time we are here to give each household a house number. Since everyone wants to meet Teacher Han, we all came together."
Shen Auntie mentioned Teacher Han with a big smile on her face, her eyes full of affirmation, as if afraid that others wouldn't know that a college student teacher had come to the village and wanted to show off by bringing him out.
Xia Zhiruo nodded and smiled in agreement with Shen Auntie. Kim Seongmin knew that his mother was actually unwilling, but that's just how life is. Dealing with human relationships and worldly affairs is inevitable.
"Is this your house number plate? Do you need help installing it?"
Teacher Han handed the doorplate to Kim Seongmin, a deep blue rectangular iron plate with the bold white letters "No. 36" on it, and considerately asked a question.
Kim Seongmin took it and thought to himself, "So there really are 36 households in their village."
"No need, let Seongmin handle it. We don't want to trouble Teacher Han or make you guys go back and forth."
Xia Zhiruo speaks with a gentle sense of detachment, handling relationships with everyone meticulously, which is why she can live in this village for so long.
"It's not a big deal. Zhicheng is just warm-hearted and insists on visiting every household."
Auntie Shen waved her hand, implying something with her words, both directly and indirectly praising Han Zhicheng and indicating that visiting Kim Seongmin's house was a last resort.
Han Zhicheng. Kim Seongmin silently repeated this name in his heart, it's truly unique.
Kim Seongmin couldn't help but size up Han Zhicheng a few times. The shirt he was wearing was unfamiliar to him, clearly a city style.
City residents are different, no wonder they are boasted about by people from the village as if they were going to heaven.
When Han Zhicheng looked back, Kim Seongmin didn't avoid his gaze this time. He thought to himself how long this college student would be able to endure the life here, and calmly accepted the seemingly friendly smile from the other party.
Xia Zhiruo has difficulty walking, Kim Seongmin escorted them out and stood at the door watching Han Zhicheng's back. His head was also round, looking even more like a squirrel.
Involuntarily, Kim Seongmin's gaze went to Han Zhicheng's feet.
Fortunately, today Han Zhicheng changed his shoes.
Kim Seongmin nailed the house number on the door, but probably not many people besides him will see it.
It's a pleasant surprise that someone still remembers their home in this place of exile.
Kim Seongmin stared at the door number for a while, and a sentence echoed in his mind.
"Xiaomin, I've counted all 36 households here."
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