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Child-rearing diary: probably one

The high benefits of dedicated employees have always attracted the attention of people in the industry, but the intensity of work is not something anyone can bear.

Liu Jia's background is not strong, and within two years of becoming a full-time teacher, she fell into a 60-year-old illness. She simply resigned and read books while maintaining her health to get a teacher qualification certificate and prepare to take the exam next year.

The old aunt of her family opened a private kindergarten near the mid-to-high-end residential area in the city. She dared to spend money on various facilities. Many parents rushed to send their children there because of the short distance.

Liu Jia was too busy at home, so she went to the kindergarten to help with things after talking to her aunt, and occasionally watched how the teachers in the kindergarten were teaching.

This morning, I taught the children to knead plasticine with the teacher of the big class, and finally let them play freely and knead what they like.

Most of the children make simple flowers and plants. Liu Jia has sharp eyes, and he saw the little boy sitting by the window pinching the figure. The scary thing is that the pinching is pretty good, which is really not easy for his age.

Liu Jia couldn't help but walked over, leaned over the table and asked him, "Little friend, who are you pinching?"

The boy raised his head, his face was white and tender, his eyes were black and bright, and with a calmness rarely found among his peers, he replied crisply: "My father."

"Is your father your favorite?" Liu Jia has a daughter who has just walked back, and she is immediately seen as a mother.

The boy grinned at the corner of his mouth when he heard the words, his eyes were filled with the warm sunshine outside the window: "I like it!"

As he said that, he nodded his head vigorously, and the upturned hair on the top of his head flicked along, magnifying the little guy's happy mood several times.

"Luo Sui, how could you like daddy?" The boy's tablemate turned his head around and wrinkled his face. "I hate my daddy the most."

Only then did Liu Jia know that the boy's name was Luo Sui.

"I just like it." Luo Sui raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his eyes were full of pride, "My father is very good at drawing, and he is even better..." He read about this for a long time, and finally concluded simply, "Anywhere is good."

Liu Jia didn't hear what he said clearly, and all his attention was attracted by Luo Sui's raised eyebrows. He had an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He always felt as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"My mother is fine, I like my mother the most." The tablemate refused to admit defeat, "Your mother is not your favorite, your mother will be sad."

Liu Jia is happy, as long as he likes his mother, will his father not be sad?

Luo Sui glanced at him, then continued to knead the plasticine: "I don't have a mother."

Liu Jia's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the little guy is still in a single-parent family?Seeing that her deskmate wanted to say something more to Luo Sui, she quickly changed her compliment to the cute rabbit made by her deskmate, and changed the subject.

The tablemate was coaxed to be happy. He put the finished rabbit together, looked at Luo Sui's "Dad" helplessly, and touched a piece of plasticine: "I'll make a dad too."

Luo Sui didn't even look at him, and stroked his hair with a thin stick.

"Luo Sui, who is the person you hate the most?" The deskmate was not taken care of, so she leaned over and asked.

"Ah..." Luo Sui stopped, looked at the work that was about to be completed in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and said firmly, "Dad."

Liu Jia was communicating with the children at the next table, vaguely heard this sentence and felt funny, thinking that the children were persuaded by their friends so quickly and went to the front of the classroom to find the teacher in class.

"Didn't you still like him just now?" The deskmate asked again, "Why do you say you hate him?"

Luo Sui connected the finished head and body: "Because he always robs my father at night."

The deskmate was in a daze, and stared at Luo Sui for a long time. Although he didn't understand, he had to compare himself with Luo Sui in everything he did on weekdays, and he didn't want him to explain what he said, so he nodded as if he understood , honestly turned his head back.

During the lunch break, Liu Jia chatted with friends who had made friends in Ruiyi before. When talking about the situation in the kindergarten, she couldn't help mentioning Luo Sui, and said with emotion: "It's a pity that I lost my mother at such a young age. Fortunately, his father can also take care of the child and take care of him. It’s well cleaned up, as white and clean as a little prince.”

"Then his father is not bad looking." My friend joked.

"According to the teacher in the class," Liu Jia smiled, "the appearance is very good, and the personality seems to be quite good."

"Quality single dad," my friend tutted a few times, "Hurry up, see if you have a chance to get me a contact. My niece has been on blind dates since she got divorced. Maybe I can get together."

Liu Jia choked for a moment: "You want to lead the red line for your niece without even seeing anyone?"

"Wouldn't you help me see this, I believe in your vision, you can't go wrong if you say yes!"

Liu Jia was helpless, chatted for a while and hung up the phone. After being told by her friends, she began to look forward to what Luo Sui's father would look like.

When it was time to send the children out of school after school in the evening, Liu Jia led the Luosui class team to the kindergarten gate out of selfishness.

She found the quiet-faced little boy among a group of small fans, and watched him suddenly change his expression, and with a smile, he stepped forward with his short legs and rushed out, like a cannonball, into a man's arms.

Liu Jia moved her gaze up, and her whole body was no different from being struck by lightning.

The man's face is tender, and his facial features are soft and beautiful. Compared with other fathers who came to pick up their children, he looks much younger. Standing there with tall legs and long legs, no one would believe it if he hadn't held a little boy in his arms. He's also a dad.

While Liu Jia was looking at him, the man also noticed Liu Jia.

He was surprised for a moment, and quickly led Luo Sui over, and greeted her with a smile: "Sister Liu, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Liu Jia took a deep breath and laughed too. Since she hadn't fully recovered from her emotions, her voice was a little stiff: "...Mr. Luo, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Even if she was beaten to death, she would never have thought that Luo Sui's father would be Luo Wangshu, no wonder she heard the most annoying phrase later that the father was also her father.

Liu Jia pondered about the other one, um, there seemed to be nothing wrong with her.

Before she resigned, she worked in Ruiyi's comic magazine, and she was quite familiar with Luo Wangshu, and they chatted happily after accepting the facts.

After chatting for a while, Luo Wangshu also led the child back home.He gently shook Luo Sui's little hand, and reminded: "We are going home, what should you do?"

There happened to be a few children who knew Liu Jia walking by and shouted "goodbye, auntie" and "goodbye, teacher" to her loudly.

Luo Sui and Luo Wangshu looked at each other, raised their heads to look at Liu Jia, blinked, and raised their hands to wave to her: "Goodbye, big sister."

Luo Wangshu laughed twice: "I call her sister, and you should also call her sister."

Luo Sui was led by him to the parking place, and the wind blew back his childish voice unhurriedly: "Because she is still very young, and the young ones are all big sisters."

After graduating from university, Liu Jia, who was often called auntie, was shot in the heart like a target. She looked up at the sky and covered her chest, repeating in her heart that she was still young.

When all the kindergarten children were picked up by their parents, Liu Jia took out her mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to her friend: [Luo Sui's father's contact information is not difficult to find, but there is one thing that is quite difficult. 】

My friend didn't get off work, so I was lazy to reply to her: [What's the matter? 】

[Seriously,] Liu Jia edited word by word carefully, [If you contact him with the intention of introducing someone to your niece, you, as an editor of a reasoning journal, may die. 】

The friend sent a question mark in confusion.

Liu Jia smiled and typed: [Because he also has a father named Qiao Wei. 】

Friend: 【………………………………………Oh. 】

A sudden whim in class, probably a battle of wits and courage between Luo Sui and Uncle Qiao in elementary school~ Before that, let me do my homework and endorse...

I uploaded Luo Sui, which I drew blindly, on Weibo. If you are interested in the little angels, you can go and have a look. I love you so much~