Even if you wear fast female accessories, you should also be brave enough to look bad

Since the two have an age difference of nearly two years, Shi Yu is now a child in the upper class, while Yun Qian can only hang out in the lower class.

Yun Qian, whose mental age is that of a mature adult who has passed through countless dimensions, is sitting among a group of children. The children are crying non-stop, with snot bubbles and tears flowing down their noses.

Among a group of little crying bags, Yun Qian, who was quietly playing with the small pendant on his schoolbag, looked particularly cute and well-behaved.

The little girl's skin is white and tender, her eyes are watery, round and cute, and she is so well-behaved that she neither cries nor makes trouble. The young teacher wants to pick her up and kiss her hard.

The children in the small class have not learned any professional classroom knowledge, so it is very relaxed.

Except for listening to the little crybabies making noise for a while every day, everything else was pretty good. Yun Qian ate the lunch snacks every day and the afternoon tea buns with gusto.

Every time Ms. Song comes to pick her daughter up in the afternoon and asks her how her day in kindergarten was and if anything interesting happened, child Yun Qian only has one sentence: Today's snacks are delicious.

Ms. Song: “…………”

Why isn't this interesting?

The children in the first class lined up and walked out. Yun Qian tried her best to look for Shi Yu in the crowd on tiptoe.

Shi Yu may have inherited the excellent genes of his father and mother. Not only is he exquisite and beautiful, but he is also a little taller than other children of the same age.

You can see him at a glance from the crowd.

Yun Qian let go of Yun Yu's hand and ran towards Shi Yu with her short legs, her ponytail swaying behind her head.

Yun Mu and Shi Mu looked at each other and smiled. Yun Mu smiled helplessly: "This child is happier to see Xiao Yu than to see her own mother."

"Brother Xiaoyu!" A childish voice stood out from the crowd.

Shi Yu held on to the strap of his schoolbag with one hand and raised his eyes to look at the source of the sound. Before he could see clearly, a furry little head slipped into his arms, followed by Yun Qian's bright smile.

The little girl passing by glanced at Yun Qian and felt a little envious.

"Brother Xiaoyu, good afternoon."

Shi Yu said coolly, "Hmm," "Good afternoon."

Yun Qian reached out to hold Shi Yu's hand very naturally. Shi Yu took his sister and walked together towards Yun Yu Shi Mu who was standing beside the car.

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Of course, the children in the kindergarten were still young and couldn't tell the difference when they were fighting. Once, Yun Qian accidentally knocked over a little boy's water glass, and the little boy pursed his lips and was about to cry.

Even though Yun Qian had already apologized profusely, the little boy still refused to let him go and even poured the remaining water in the glass onto Yun Qian.

Yun Qian was speechless for a moment, then imitated the little boy and cried loudly. The two of them cried louder than the other, and soon the teacher came over to cry.

"What's wrong, kids? Why are you crying?"

The little boy pointed at Yun Qian, "She knocked over my water glass!"

Yun Qian sniffed and cried: "I even told him I was sorry, but he even poured water on me."

The two of them cried so hard that the roof of the house was lifted. The teacher had a headache and first picked up Yun Qian, who was relatively easy to coax. Another teacher rushed over and picked up the little boy, and the two children were carried away.

Yun Qian originally just wanted to cry. After all, he was still a child, but this time he couldn't hold back his tears and snot. He kept hiccupping and his eyes were red from crying. He looked so raw. Pitiful.

"Don't cry, the teacher will figure this out."

Yun Qian burped again, lay on the teacher's shoulder and whispered, "I want to find brother Xiaoyu."

The parents of two children, Shi Yu and Yun Qian, often come to pick them up together. Almost all the teachers in the two classes know about the two families' acquaintance.

The teacher saw that Yun Qian was crying so pitifully that he carried her to the floor where the large class classroom was.

The top class was having a painting class at this time. Child Shi Yu was sitting upright, holding a long paintbrush in his little hand and lowering his head to paint seriously.

Suddenly, his teacher came over and called him, saying that there was a child looking for him at the door.

Shi Yu jumped off the small stool and followed the teacher towards the door. Then he saw Yun Qian at the door who was crying and twitching, and his shoulders were hunched due to hiccups.

Child Shi Yu frowned. He hadn't seen the little girl feel so pitiful for a long time.

When Yun Qian saw Shi Yu, her mouth bulged and she wanted to cry again, "Brother Xiao Yu."

Shi Yu raised his hand and touched the little girl's furry head, "What's wrong?"

"Just... hiccup... a... little boy bullied me."

Child Shi Yu frowned again. Yun Qian pulled the corner of the person's clothes and used Shi Yu's sleeve to wipe the tears that were about to fall away when the person wasn't paying attention.

Shi Yu paid attention to Yun Qian's movements throughout the process: "..."

After the teacher sent Yun Qian over, Yun Qian was unwilling to leave. As soon as the teacher wanted to hug Yun Qian, Yun Qian cried louder.

There was no other way, so the teacher had to discuss with the big class teacher and let Yun Qian stay here for a while, and wait until he went back to comfort the little boy before coming to pick up Yun Qian.

Therefore, the child Yun Qian used the trump card of crying and making trouble to stay in Shi Yu's class.

Shi Yu sat down to finish the unfinished painting. The teacher in the first class moved a small bench for Yun Qian to sit next to Shi Yu.

Because the children around him were all drawing, and would secretly look up at the new little girl from time to time, Yun Qian spoke to Shi Yu in a very quiet voice in order not to disturb the others.

"Brother Xiaoyu, what are you drawing?"

"I'm drawing a car."

"How cool! Can you draw a pink car?"

Child Shi Yu shook his head, "I don't want to draw a pink car."

"But I want to see you draw."

Yun Qian's two chubby hands were folded together, his chin resting on the back of his hands, and he tilted his head to look at Shi Yu. Maybe it was because he had just cried, but Yun Qian's eyes were still a little moist.

Child Shi Yu pursed his lips, and finally picked up the pink paintbrush when coloring.

After a painting class, Shi Yu put away his paintbrushes. When he looked at the little girl aside, Yun Qian had already fallen asleep with his head on his arms, his pink lips slightly open, and his breathing slow.

A child came over and wanted to talk to Shi Yu. Shi Yu's child raised an index finger to his mouth and said "shhh".

"My sister is sleeping, please don't disturb her."

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Children tend to be forgetful. By the time they got home in the afternoon, Yun Qian seemed to have forgotten about being splashed with water, and happily ate the strawberry cake that Yun Yu brought.

Yunmu and Shimu drove only one car today, with two adults sitting in the front seat and children sitting in child seats in the back.

Yun Qian finished eating the strawberry cake in his hand, and then stared at the strawberry cake in Shi Yu's hand.

With her grape-like eyes flashing, she looked at Shi Yu and then at the little cake. This scene was more silent than sound.

Shi Yu handed the small cake in his hand to Yun Qian, and Yun Qian happily took the cake and prepared to devour it.

At this time, Shi Yu suddenly said: "Mom, aunt, sister Qian Qian was bullied this afternoon."

Yun Mu was taken aback, and immediately stopped starting the car and turned around quickly: "Why did you bully our Qian Qian? Does the teacher know?"

Yun Qian stared blankly at the two adults who turned their heads at the same time, with the fork of the cake still in their mouths.

So Yun Qian had no choice but to put the cake down first and talk to the two adults about what happened.

"The teacher said he would figure it out." Yun Qian waved his fork.

Yun Mu breathed out, but still frowned, "Next time something like this happens, you must tell the teacher first, and then tell your parents. Your parents will definitely help you vent your anger."

"Okay."