Rebirth one way to the north

"Boys stand in a row, girls stand in a row, and line up. According to size, the small ones are in front. Hey little fat man, why do little boys squeeze into the little girls? Ah? You are also a little girl? Hair shaved like this Short..." The young female teacher in the preschool class was directing the group of unorganized and undisciplined children in front of the classroom, her eyebrows were even and her bangs were wet with sweat, and her voice was almost hoarse.

Some of the children were well-behaved and obedient, and they did what the teacher instructed them to do; some were crazy, pushing and shoving around in the line, like little monkeys.From time to time, I heard a child screaming: "Auntie! He is pulling my pigtail!" "You can't call me Auntie, my mother said to call the teacher! Teacher!" "I want to pee!" "Mom, I want to go home!" "Wow wow wow!"

Mo Bei's head swelled into two, feeling himself trapped in a vortex made of sharp sound waves, he begged for help and cast his eyes on Mo Xiangyang who was smiling at him not far away.

Mo Xiangyang was wearing a fine white shirt and black trousers. Although he was dressed in a very ordinary way, but because of his well-proportioned figure, he looked extraordinarily graceful among a group of parents, causing many young female teachers and mothers to secretly look at him. he.Mo Xiangyang misunderstood his son's help-seeking eyes. He smiled encouragingly and made a "come on" gesture to Mo Bei.

Mo Bei wanted to run away, but Teacher Qi Liu Hai'er didn't give him this chance. He slapped him on the back and pushed him into the classroom: "Sit in order, don't mix seats."

The mental age is 30+, but it is hard to have a class with a group of seven or eight-year-old children in the same classroom. The small body must sit upright, the small hands must be behind the back, and the hands must be raised when speaking-and the right hand must be raised!They are not allowed to speak or move during class, and they have to line up to leave the classroom when class is over. During the break of the second class, the school will give out a break meal—one piece of fried cake per person.When you are in class, you should read loudly after the teacher: "Ah, oh, oh, oh, woo, woo... 1+1=2...Little swallow, wearing a floral dress, comes here every spring..."

Nima, swallows are black and white!

When school was over at noon, Mo Jie, who was already in the third grade, came to pick up his younger brother. The chubby girl who was at the same table with Mo Bei was very envious: "Is this your sister? A third grader? That's amazing!"

Mo Bei thought, you will be so good when you are nine years old...if you don't repeat a grade.

Mo Jie gave the little girl a piece of white rabbit toffee: "Study hard with my brother and improve every day."

The little girl held the big white rabbit and nodded excitedly: "Up every day!"

Mo Jie held his younger brother's little hand and walked home proudly. Now his younger brother is also a primary school student. Although he is only in preschool, the content he learns is similar to that of first grade (that is to say, Mo Bei will learn the same content for two years... ...), she believes that with her younger brother's intelligence, he will definitely be selected by the teacher as the monitor!

The squad leader has three stripes!

Mo Jie himself is now a member of the study committee.The three bars in their class is a boy with good academic performance and good sports. In the autumn sports meeting of the second grade, he was No.200 in the 1-meter sprint!Mo Jie always thought that if she could run as fast as him, the three stripes would be hers, but she didn't like running.But my younger brother is very active. When he runs, his little feet are slapping. She can't catch up with him. Moreover, his younger brother is also very strong. He can always win fights with the children in the nursery school. Therefore, my younger brother must be able to be a triple bar.

With good expectations for her younger brother, Mo Jie decided to educate her younger brother in the direction of the mighty three stripes from now on. She cleared her throat like a teacher, and asked solemnly: "What did Xiao Bei learn today?" Are you done? Did the teacher ask you to get up and answer the question?"

Mo Bei looked at his sister inexplicably, "It's only been half a day of class, and at least two of them are queuing up, dividing seats, and getting books..."

Before Mo Bei could finish speaking, Mo Jie interrupted him excitedly, "I'll teach you how to wrap a book tonight. Niu Lili and I have learned a new method of wrapping a book. The corners can be folded into three layers, so it looks pretty."

Mo Bei: "...OK."

"Blue ink! Red ink! A full stomach of ink!" Several boys laughed and called Mo Jie's nickname while running over, and one of them grabbed Mo Jie's ponytail in return. braid.Mo Jie blushed with anger, stomped her feet and scolded: "I hate it!" The boys laughed exaggeratedly and ran away quickly.

Mo Bei looked at his sister with a strange expression, and Mo Jie said angrily: "They are all bad students, they are annoying, don't learn from them. Their exams are all at the bottom, and the teachers are called parents."

Mo Bei thought, my old sister, these little brats bully you because they like you... Well, this kind of childish behavior is actually quite annoying.

In Mo Bei's memory, because of Mo Jie's good looks and outstanding temperament, he had many suitors from childhood to adulthood.But Mo Bei really didn't know that there were boys already liking her.

But boys at this age probably don't know what's on their minds themselves. When facing a little girl they like, they often have only one way to deal with it - to bully desperately.When they grow up a few years later, they will show contempt in front of girls, and discuss with their little buddies behind their backs which girl has white skin like a ghost, which girl has big eyes like a cow, in short, they want to treat girls The child's longing is all concealed under contempt.Then he secretly held grudges for a long time because someone said something about the girl he liked, and even found a reason to fight, and there was a kind of tragic emotion in his heart, as if "I gave everything for you and you completely I don't know."

It's really naive to death!

But, soon, Mo Bei is going to do a more childish thing.This thing, probably every child will do it, and some will do it after they grow up; some will achieve their goals, and some will be exposed immediately... That is, pretending to be sick.

Mo Xiangyang frowned, pressing back and forth on Mo Bei's stomach, and kept asking, "Is it hurting here? Is it here? What about here? Is it disgusting? Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Sun Lihua looked very nervous beside her: "Why can't this child even tell where it hurts?"

It is really not to blame for the two medical staff being deceived, mainly because Mo Bei's description of the symptoms of abdominal pain far exceeds the language logic of a normal six-year-old child, and parents will inevitably be concerned and confused.

After checking, nothing was found, but Mo Bei's expression didn't look like he was lying. In the end, Mo Xiangyang could only say in confusion: "It may be enteritis, it's not serious. Let's check the situation in a few hours. Drink some salt water first. "

Sun Lihua asked: "Then can I still go to school in the afternoon?"

Mo Xiangyang said: "Let Xiaojie go and ask for a leave of absence, don't go yet."

Sun Lihua complained: "If you ask for leave on the first day of school, what will the teacher think of him?"

Mo Xiangyang said: "Children are sick, there is nothing they can do."

Sun Lihua went out to wash Mo Bei with salt water. Mo Xiangyang bent down and touched his son's little face: "My dear son, if the pain hurts badly, you should tell your father, don't bear it, you know?"

Mo Bei nodded guiltily, thought for a while and said, "Dad, I'll stay in your office this afternoon, okay?"

Mo Xiangyang thought that if the child was alone at home and no one would take care of him, he would be even more worried. He might as well take it to the hospital to watch. Anyway, there is a single bed in the office for the child to rest on duty, so he nodded.Only then did Mo Bei heave a sigh of relief.

He wanted to talk to his father alone, but it was not easy to avoid Sun Lihua's eyes and ears at home, so he could only send his idea to the hospital and pray that his father would not have too many patients this afternoon.

He sewed a few stitches to a patient with a scratched brow bone and prescribed the medicine, and Mo Xiangyang became leisurely again. When he looked down and saw his youngest son looking at him with piercing eyes, Mo Xiangyang couldn't help laughing, and hugged Mo Bei. Get on your knees and pinch his nose: "Does your stomach hurt anymore?"

Mo Bei said seriously, "Dad, I have something to discuss with you."

Mo Xiangyang was amused by his son's small appearance, "Oh? What does Xiaobei want to discuss with Dad?"

"Can I skip a grade?" Mo Bei asked.

"Does Xiaobei know what skipping a grade is?" Mo Xiangyang was a little surprised.

"I've read all of my sister's textbooks, and it's not difficult for me. In fact, I can handle the sixth grade courses with ease. If you don't believe me, you can test me."

Mo Xiangyang stopped smiling. He stared at Mo Bei. His son had a pair of big almond-shaped eyes inherited from him. The black pupils were bigger and brighter than ordinary people... Mo Xiangyang suddenly felt a little flustered. The clear and cheerful Mo Bei in his memory The innocent eyes seemed to be lost in these eyes, replaced by Mo Xiangyang's indescribable expression, like, like a sad and vicissitudes adult trapped in this young body the soul of man!

Such Xiaobei made Mo Xiangyang feel strange, and made him unable to stop thinking seriously about his words.

"Okay, Xiaobei, tell Dad, what is 15+9?" Mo Xiangyang asked tentatively.

"24, Dad, be serious." Mo Bei had to remind Mo Xiangyang.

"What about 24+100?" Mo Xiangyang still asked cautiously.

"124, Dad!" Mo Bei was getting impatient.

"Good boy, you're so smart." Mo Xiangyang praised habitually, "How much is 6 multiplied by 8? Do you know what multiplication is?"

“48。6除以8等于4分之3，也就是0.75。”墨北抢答了，墨向阳很吃惊，儿子居然还知道分数！

Impatient to wait for his father to continue to come up with questions, Mo Bei continued: "The first emperor died in the middle of his business before he started his business. Today, he scored three points, and Yizhou is exhausted. This is really a crisis of life and death.... The scenery of the northern country is thousands of miles away. Frozen, thousands of miles of snow... The Pythagorean theorem is also called the Shanggao theorem, also known as the Pythagorean theorem. It is defined that in any right triangle, the sum of the squares of the lengths of the two sides is equal to the length of the hypotenuse Square... Altair belongs to Aquila, Vega belongs to Lyra..."

What Mo Bei thought of and said, although he restrained himself from speaking English, Mo Xiangyang was completely stunned.

"Dad, although I can't recite all the texts I need to learn in elementary school-in fact, I haven't memorized them, but the knowledge I know definitely exceeds the standard required by the school. If you I feel that children of my age should be like others. They should sit in the classroom with their hands behind their backs and listen to the teacher explaining 1+1=2. Of course, it’s not that I don’t want to learn, what I need is an education suitable for my current level, rather than repeating the most basic knowledge.’ Zhong Yong’s enlightenment is the nature of receiving. Hey. If you die for everyone, you will not be able to receive it from others." Dad, the reason why Fang Zhongyong, who has the talent of receiving from the sky, has disappeared from everyone is actually because of improper education? So, please think carefully. Just a moment, okay?"

Mo Xiangyang shuddered suddenly, and murmured: "Zhong Yong's comprehension is from heaven..." Could it be that his son's sudden appearance of such intelligence is also "from heaven"?However, I have never realized that my son is such a genius before. In just one summer vacation, my son has changed from a naughty boy to a child prodigy. The contrast is so big. Is this still my son?In a daze, Mo Xiangyang remembered the time Mo Bei read "Xu Mao and His Daughters" to him and Dr. Wang... Yes, since then, his son has changed...

Mo Bei stretched out his hand to touch Mo Xiangyang's cheek, it was cold, it seemed that he frightened his father, but what made him happy was that Mo Xiangyang didn't dodge when he touched it. "Xiang Lu became a sage teacher at the age of seven, Gan Luo was named Shangqing by the King of Qin at the age of 12, Cao Chong was able to stand shoulder to shoulder with adults at the age of five or six, King Luo Bin was able to write poems at the age of seven, Xia Wanchun knew the Five Classics at the age of five, and poetry at the age of seven... Dad, I'm not as good as them, but I'm a little better than those students in preschool, right?"

The examples Mo Bei gave made Mo Xiangyang feel better, but he still asked in doubt, "How did you do this?"

Mo Bei hesitated for a while, and said, "Dad, I don't want to lie to you, so can I not tell you?" He didn't realize that he was trembling slightly with nervousness.

"..." Mo Xiangyang hugged his son tightly, "My dear son, Dad loves you."

Mo Bei put his arms around Mo Xiangyang's neck, and pressed his face against his neck: "Dad, I love you too."

Originally, Mo Bei wanted to make up a story, such as someone taught him at his grandma's house during the summer vacation, but after thinking about it, such a lie would eventually be exposed.Moreover, when Mo Xiangyang looked at him with questioning eyes, he could feel the fear hidden under his father's calm appearance, and he felt very guilty at that moment—I'm sorry Dad, your innocent and good son will never come back again. I can't come back.

He didn't want to lie to his father, but he couldn't tell the truth, so in those few minutes, he was really afraid of being regarded as a monster by his father.He even regretted it a little, so what if he endured it?So what about pretending to be a normal six-year-old?So what if he let his father discover his "extraordinary" bit by bit in a planned way?Now it was as if he had slapped Mo Xiangyang directly on the forehead with a brick, leaving no room to dodge.If the filming is too forceful, it would be fine to directly film the person with a concussion. If he becomes a vegetative state, he will have nowhere to cry.

Fortunately, Mo Xiangyang's nerves are very tough, and his love for his son made him accept Mo Bei's "specialness" without hesitation.When he was hugged tightly, Mo Bei suddenly understood why he was so reckless - he was secretly expecting to be disgusted, abandoned, and reformed, just like what his mother did to him after he came out of the closet.

It's not that he really expected to be treated like this, but because he was pessimistic, he couldn't imagine that he would get warmth.If his father also regards him as a monster, then he will no longer have to look forward to it, and he will no longer despair when he loses. He can arm himself, protect that fragile heart, and then, strong and alone , survive.

However, Mo Xiangyang gave him a hug!

Father's heart is so generous and strong, full of security, Mo Bei is greedy for this warmth.Before he knew it, he fell asleep in his father's arms.

In fact, since his rebirth, Mo Bei has never slept as peacefully as he did today—of course, before his rebirth, due to depression and other reasons, his sleep disorders had lasted for many years.Therefore, when Mo Bei woke up from a dreamless sleep, he felt both surprised and nostalgic. He closed his eyes, relaxed his body and didn't want to move.

But then he heard Sun Lihua's sharp voice from the next door: "No! Whose child doesn't go to school, he is so special? What should others think? You can't think that Xiaobei has some kind of disease."

Mo Xiangyang's voice was too low to be heard clearly, but he could feel that he was comforting the excited Sun Lihua, and soon Sun Lihua's voice also dropped.

Mo Bei opened his eyes, only to realize that he had returned home. He was in a deep sleep. Mo Xiangyang moved him home from the hospital, and he didn't wake up after such a long distance.Mo Bei stretched out for a lazy sleep. Such a deep and dreamless sleep was really comfortable, and he really wanted to go back to sleep.

As for the quarrel between his parents, he wasn't worried at all. In his memory, although Sun Lihua had a bad temper and was very stubborn, as long as it was something Mo Xiangyang insisted on, he would eventually listen to him.Mo Xiangyang seldom argued loudly with Sun Lihua, he always persuaded Sun Lihua in a soft voice.

Mo Bei rubbed his stomach, um, he wasn't hungry or thirsty, and he didn't want to go to the bathroom, so he turned over and fell asleep again.