MTL - Sick Wife-Chapter 96 , childhood

—kindergarten childhood

Under the teacher's organization, the class is divided into groups of five, who take turns to play slides, seesaws and merry-go-rounds.

The most dazzling in the crowd is undoubtedly Tong Huai.

She is wearing the same dress as Snow White, the top is dark blue with puff sleeves, the bottom is a goose yellow tutu skirt, and don't wear a large bow on the back of her head.

The face is delicate and white, and the cheeks are full of fat baby fat, not fat, like a soft dumpling, boys and girls in the garden like to turn around Tong Huai.

They were queuing up obediently. A girl with a double ball head in front turned around and asked Tong Huai, "Why didn't Fengxin come today?"

Everyone knows that Tong Huai and Feng Xin are opposite neighbors, and they go to school together after school.

Tong Huai has not spoken yet.

The little boy next to him hurriedly replied, "Slim, I know I know! I saw it when I came, Feng Xin was in the vegetable market today, selling bitter gourd with her grandma."

Fengxin has a small vegetable garden at home, the old man can't be idle, so he grows some vegetables and sells them every two or three months. Follow - Block to the vegetable market and help count the money.

One of the children who hated eating bitter gourd showed an exaggerated expression after hearing it and said, "—Hey, bitter gourd is so stinky and unpalatable, when Fengxin comes back, it will not be full of bitter gourd smell. Bar?"

The boy booed, "Then let's not play with Fengxin. My mother said that poor people who don't study well will set up stalls to sell vegetables. There must be no literate people in Fengxin's family."

—A group of children were curious, "What is a cultural person?"

This little boy was complacent, pretending to be lofty, "Cultural people, just..."

"Hey!" Tong Huai said suddenly, she walked in front of the little boy and pinched her waist, "Have you said enough? Your mother didn't teach you, can't you speak ill of people behind your back?"

Most of the classmates in the class like to play with Tong Huai. Seeing that Tong Huai is unhappy, he agrees, "Yes, Zhuangzhuang, how can you speak ill of Fengxin behind your back?"

The little boy called Zhuangzhuang was "besieged" by many people, and he immediately blushed and felt very shameless.

"I didn't say anything bad!" He shouted in dissatisfaction, and finally exhaled at Tong Huai, "Fengxin is like this, if her family is rich, why would she come out to sell vegetables with grandma? I If you want to change Feng Xin's name, just call her Kugua Niu."

Tong Huai didn't cry on the first day in kindergarten, but now she is arguing with Zhuangzhuang, her eyes are red, she clenched her fists in anger, "Shut up! I don't allow you to give Feng Xin Take a nickname!"

Obviously, her little fist has no lethal power.

Not only did he fail to stop the other party's behavior, Zhuangzhuang became more and more energetic, made a face to Tongzhun, clapped his hands, and shouted like a repeater: "Bitter melon girl, bitter melon girl, bitter melon …”

Tong Huai was furious, his mind was blank, he didn't think about anything, he stepped forward and hit his strong arm with the palm of his hand.

Where was the little boy who was beaten, and directly pushed Tong Huai to the ground.

Seeing that Tong Zhun fell, he wanted to press him over to continue his lesson, but Tong Huai did not stand up immediately, pretending to be unable to move.

Take advantage of Zhuangzhuang to get close, quickly grab the mud in the grass and stuff it into Zhuangzhuang's mouth.

The classmates burst into laughter immediately. The little boy was frightened a few times, and he wanted to get into the crack of the ground. In the end, he was still a child.

The teacher who noticed the movement here separated the two of them and took them to the office together, "Say, why are you fighting? Did I teach you that classmates should help each other?"

Zhuangzhuang was afraid of the teacher and raised his arm that was beaten red, "Tong Huai did it first."

Tong Huai was not to be outdone, and said fiercely: "Who asked you to give Feng Xin a nickname! You try again? I will hit you a second time, a third time."

The teacher frowned and didn't like children who were too noisy, "Both of you are wrong, it's wrong to hit someone, and it's wrong to take a nickname."

According to her previous experience, she proposed, "Zhuangzhuang, you apologize to Tong Huai, Tong Huai, you also apologize to Zhuangzhuang, and then shake hands, you will be good friends in the future."

Tong Huai glared at Zhuang Zhuang, how fierce and fierce, "I can apologize for hitting him first, but I refuse to be friends with people who laugh at Feng Xin. "

Tong Huai's skirt was stained with mud, and the bow hairpin was also crooked. He looked dirty, and his elbows were scratched and scratched.

The teacher did not see the wounds, and her tone became severe, "Don't you even listen to the teacher? The teacher likes good children."

Tong Huai stomped, "Then I don't want the teacher's liking!"

After saying this, she ran out.

If she is not a good child, Tong Huai will soon turn from a popular little princess in kindergarten to a bad boy who is excluded everywhere.

After all, no child will play with a classmate who is not loved by the teacher.

Tong Huai did not return to the group to line up, and sat on the swing by himself.

No one helped her sway, so she raised her feet and played by herself.

Tong Huai's mother came to pick up people in the afternoon. The teacher told Tong's mother what happened today.

"This child is a bit extreme in thinking, and this character will be very disadvantageous in the future. You adults should teach it carefully."

Tong's mother nodded repeatedly and responded to the teacher.

On the way back, Tong's mother held Tong Huai behind the electric car, and couldn't help but nag, "If you can hit someone's arm today and stuff mud, you will use bricks and knives in the future, Mom. How do you usually teach you? Next time you fight with someone, don't want to eat jelly, do you hear?"

In the eyes of adults, it is normal for children to fight ?

Tong Zhun wiped the mud off his skirt and said nothing.

As soon as the electric car parked in front of the house, Tong Huai went to the opposite side with his schoolbag to find Fengxin, just a few steps away.

Tong's mother is used to it. The two families are close and have a good relationship. She doesn't need to be afraid. Anyway, it's almost time for dinner. Tong Huai will go home by herself. I will eat at Fengxin's house.

Tong Huai did not disturb Feng Xin, put down her schoolbag, and brought Feng Xin the homework book.

She was watching from the side, waiting for Feng Xin to count all the money in order, and the two talents exchanged.

Seeing the sky above Tong Huai's forehead, Feng Xin's eyes were full of question marks, "Xiao Huai, why don't you have little red flowers today?"

Today is Friday, every Friday after school, the teacher will give the children in the class a small red flower, stick it on the forehead, take it home and collect it in a special booklet.

Tong Huai opened his mouth, big eyes like grapes gurgling tears, big big teardrops falling down.

Feng Xin felt tight: "What's the matter? Why are you crying? Did someone bully you?"

When she got close, she carefully saw the dirty skirt on Tong Huai's body, turned around Tong Huai twice, and found that Tong Huai was still injured, and her face was anxious.

"Who bullied you?" She kept asking, making sure Tong Zhun name the murderer, "I will avenge you, tell me who that person is, don't be afraid of him."

"I got into a fight with someone..." The girl cried and squeaked and spoke in a milky voice.

"Huh—" Feng Xin was surprised and even more anxious, "Did you win?"

Tong Huai nodded.

Feng Xin took a long breath of relief, took out a soft and clean tissue on the table, and awkwardly wiped Tong Zhun's tears, "Don't cry, when I'm here next time, call me, Don't act alone."

She pulled out the Band-Aid and put the broken skin on Tong Huai.

Tong Huai nodded again in agreement, and stopped crying, "A Xin, you are my best friend."

Feng Xin did not ask Tong Zhun why she was fighting with others, but only told Tong Zhun that she could only fight when she was present, so that she would not be afraid of being bullied.

No wonder Tong Huai didn't have a little red flower today, the teacher must know about Tong Huai's fight.

In order to comfort Tong Zhun, Feng Xin took 50 cents from the piggy bank and went to the canteen to buy a bag of small popsicles. There were five small popsicles in them, the same size as red dates. are different colors.

Feng Xin divided Tong Huai into three and ate two by himself.

"Xiao Huai, does your hand still hurt?" She was eating a popsicle, thinking about Tong Huai's injury.

Tong Huai shook his head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Thinking of what the teacher said today, Tong Huai felt sad, she said: "Maybe no classmates will come to play with me, the teacher doesn't like bad kids, I'm not obedient, I'm a bad kid. "

Feng Xin: "Isn't there still me? I'll play with you."

Tong Huai's eyes lit up, and the sadness quickly disappeared.

Yes, she still has wind.

Fengxin will push her to swing, sit across from her and play seesaw with her, and play on the merry-go-round and give her the unicorn she likes.

Fashionable is enough, no other friends are needed.

After they finished eating the popsicles, Feng Xin and Tong Huai sneaked into parents' room, climbed to the chair in front of the dresser, and took out a lipstick.

She told Tong Huai, "I'll draw you a little red flower."

Tong Huai was a little worried, "Auntie won't be angry..."

Feng Xin swears and promises, "It's okay, when I have enough pocket money, I will pay my mother a new one."

So for now, just treat her as a borrower.

She drew a red flower on Tong Zhun's forehead. The lipstick paste was very different from the pen used for painting. This painting almost took up the entire forehead.

It looks funny to outsiders, but Feng Xin thinks it looks good, she is very satisfied.

Feng Xin said: "I will draw you everything the teacher won't give you in the future."