The temperature in early spring is still very low. The Pujiang River is a coastal city with strong winds and humid air. It is very wet and cold in winter, not sadder than in the north, or even more sad.

As usual, Lao Li appeared at the gate of Xiaohongma Academy early in the morning, opened the lock and pushed open the iron door. The yard was empty and the clanging sound of the iron door echoed.

He looked up at the school's signboard, Little Red Horse late at night, but the four words "Little Red Horse" were almost falling off, shaking and disrepaired for a long time.

"We need to find someone to repair it. I made an appointment with a repairman yesterday to come here in the morning. Don't say it's not to come at the moment." Old Li muttered and pushed the door to enter the garden. The fallen leaves were all over the ground, and the woods were cold and bleak. Maple trees were barely standing towards the sky, while camphor trees and mulberry trees were still green, but they lacked vitality. The little bugs and birds disappeared and disappeared for almost a winter.

"Winter has passed, spring is coming, little guys, come quickly." Old Li said to himself. What he was sad about was not the deserted yard, but the business of Little Red Horse becoming increasingly deserted. There were fewer children and seemed empty.

He simply cleaned the yard, and the rising sun rose from the horizon, smiling among the high-rise buildings, giving a warm look.

Old Li brought a stool and chair, found a piece of sunshine to sit down, fiddled with the tea set, poured water to make tea, and a sound came from the purple clay pot, and the lid was shaking slightly.

After a pot of tea was brewed, he sipped happily, closed his eyes and lay in the sun. A gust of wind blew in the woods, trembling as cold as he could not stand it. He trembled with the teapot back to the guard booth, preparing to rise a little before coming out.

As soon as he walked to the door, he suddenly clashed, and saw that the plaque on the edge of the yard could not bear it anymore. It was blown down by the wind and smashed outside the iron gate.

"Can't hold on for a while?" Lao Li said, first going back to the house and put down the teapot, then coming out, looking up at the eaves of the door, and one of the seven big red characters "Little Red Horse Late Night Academy" was missing, and the word "small" fell down.

He picked it up from the ground, it was quite heavy, looked it for a while, returned to the yard, took out a ladder from the utility room, leaned against the eaves, put it in, tried several times, and confirmed that it would not fall, so he was relieved to climb up, but...

“It’s too heavy!”

Old Li wanted to carry the big red word "small" to climb the ladder. He tried it a few times. It was too heavy and could not be done, but it was too shameful to give up like this. I remember the past...

"Oh, Lao Li, what are you doing? Don't go up, it's too dangerous~~"

A voice sounded behind him, and Lao Li finally gave himself a step down. Looking back, he saw that the person coming was the headmaster Xiao Huang.

"Shaofen is here. Look at this. It was blown off by the wind in the morning. Fortunately, there was no one. It would be too dangerous if it hits the child~"

"I'll call a repairman."

"I've called, I'll arrive later."

"Then you go back to the house and stay away from climbing the ladder, it's too dangerous."

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the repairman came late and set up a ladder amid Lao Li's complaints, preparing to climb up to decorate.

This is a young man. Seeing the seven big words "Little Red Horse Late Night Academy", he asked curiously: "Why is it called Little Red Horse?"
Chapter completed!