The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Xie Chen mustered up his courage to apologize to Song Jiao.

He never apologized to anyone.

Song Jiao didn't talk to him for half a month.Although they still play together, Song Jiao just doesn't talk to him.

He already knew he was wrong, every time he went out to play, he would share his food with Song Jiao, but Song Jiao just ignored him, and even gave Mu Ying all the food he gave him.

If an "I'm sorry" is really important, then he might as well say it.

But Song Jiao didn't expect that he would apologize to himself at this time.

The two sat behind the small slope, you looked at me, I looked at you, neither of them spoke first.

It was chaotic outside, and it had entered the melee stage of "no distinction between friend and foe". No one came back to replenish the snowball, and they all used local materials, and it was actually quiet behind the small slope.

Song Jiao nodded and said seriously, "Then I accept your apology."

Only then did Xie Chen breathe a sigh of relief: "Why are you so serious? I wish I had said 'I'm sorry' earlier, I would have said it earlier."

"Who told you not to say it earlier?" Song Jiao said, "The teacher said that those who did something wrong should apologize first. If you don't apologize, I won't be able to forgive you."

"I obviously apologized with actions before, but you didn't even say 'it's okay'!"

"no!"

"There is!"

"No--!"

As soon as the words fell, a snowball flew onto Xie Chen's face.

Within a few words, the two children started fighting again.

Xie Chen grabbed Song Jiao's "rabbit tail", Song Jiao bit the wolf ears on Xie Chen's hat, and the two children rolled inseparably on the snow, making more noise than the five or six snowball fights over there. The movement is even bigger.

The friends made a temporary truce and stood on the snow, watching them fight blankly.

"I think brother Shen will win, what do you think?"

"Then I think Mao Mao will win."

The two finally fell to the ground at the same time and rolled several laps in the snow, and the friends separated them before they turned into big snowballs.

"Brother Shen, forget it."

"Mamao, forget it."

The two people "hummed" at each other, then kicked up the snowflakes on the ground, and threw each other's head and face.

Influenced by innocence, the friends quickly divided into two factions and threw themselves into a scuffle headed by Xie Chen and Song Jiao.No one ever said "forget it" anymore.

When everyone was exhausted and collapsed on the ground, Xie Chen and Song Jiao were still fighting.

Until Mrs. Xie came out to find someone.

She couldn't see where Xie Chen and Song Jiao were, so she stood in the corridor and shouted towards the backyard: "Ah Chen, come back to sleep!"

There was no response from the snow.

Mrs. Xie became a little irritable: "Xie Chen! Your mother told you to go back to sleep!"

Only then did a little gray dot get up from the snow.

Mrs. Xie shouted again: "Bring Mao Mao back too!"

So the little gray dot took another little white dot and walked towards her, and the rest of the little dots also scattered and went back to their respective homes.

Mrs. Xie pulled two snowballs into the corridor and patted them with snowflakes.

"Mamao, it's so late, and the weather is so cold, your grandpa has already gone to bed, so you go back to sleep with your aunt today."

"Okay." Song Jiao nodded, glanced at Xie Chen again, and whispered, "I don't want to sleep with Xie Chen."

But he spoke too softly, Madam Xie didn't hear him.

Xie Chen heard it, but he refused to let Song Jiao get his wish.

He grabbed Song Jiao's shoulders and said loudly, "Mother, I want to sleep with Mao Mao!"

Song Jiao twisted, trying to push him away, but Xie Chen was like a twisted candy, sticking tighter and tighter.

Mrs. Xie didn't see anything wrong: "Okay, let's sleep together."

She took the two children back, washed them, put them on the bed, and covered them with quilts.

"Don't kick the quilt, be careful of catching a cold. This is the first time Maomao spends the winter here, and Ah Chen has to take care of him."

Song Jiao whispered, "I don't want to..."

Xie Shen said loudly: "Understood!"

"good."

The wind was blowing outside the window, the snow was rustling, Xie Chen followed his mother's wishes, took care of Song Jiao, hugged him tightly, and never let him catch the cold.

Song Jiao pinched his arm, feeling like he was about to suffocate to death.

Xie Chen really hated him.

This heavy snow continued for several days.

This morning, Song Jiao was reading with his grandfather and Teacher Liu together. Song Jiao leaned on his grandfather's arms, looked at the scroll in his grandfather's hand, and read word by word in a childlike voice.

"The so-called self-cultivation lies in rectifying one's heart..."

Xie Chen, a transfer student who was forcibly arranged to come in, sat on the side, his mind wandering, and lip-synching.

Song Jiao had only read a few words, and suddenly a shocking "Song Junshi" came from outside the door, followed by Mr. Xie came in from the outside in a hurry, he looked very excited, even the two doors were closed Almost overthrown by him.

"Song Junshi predicts things like a god, predicts things like a god..."

Before he finished speaking, he walked to the door of the inner room and saw them reading, so he quickly stopped talking.

"You guys continue."

He rubbed his hands, retreated to the outside room, took off his cloak and handed it to his followers. He leaned outside the door and listened to their reading. Although he couldn't understand, he could still nod along with the sound of reading.

Grandpa came, of course Xie Chen didn't dare to wander anymore, even his sitting posture became upright, he leaned over to study with Song Jiao, and read louder than Song Jiao.

"Absent from the heart...don't recognize...turn a blind eye...listen but don't...don't recognize it either!"

Song Jiao was a little disgusted, and turned to look at him.

Grandpa Song patted his head to prevent him from being so rude, and then said to Xie Chen: "Young master, let's stop here today."

Hearing the sound of reading inside stopped, Grandpa Xie Chen strode in.

"Mr. Song is as good at predicting things as God. I have found a ghost." Master Xie hugged him, then hugged Xie Chen, and sat down in front of Grandpa Song. "The news just came from the front line. A while ago, our army obeyed Mr. Song's orders, and retreated while fighting, luring the enemy to go deep. The Qing army's battle line is too long, the supplies can't keep up, and they live in the south all the year round, so they don't resist the cold at all. , Frozen to death and frostbitten countless, our army effortlessly wiped out the enemy army with one against a hundred!"

Master Xie even shook his beard, patted his thigh and laughed loudly: "One fight is one hundred, if I come to fight, even if I can win, half of them will die."

Song Jiao nestled in her grandfather's arms, a little scared.

He felt that if he hadn't stood in the way, Grandpa Xie Chen would have hugged his grandfather.

Mr. Xie danced happily, looked around, picked up the teapot on the table, poured two cups of tea, picked up a cup, handed it to Grandpa Song, and touched the cups with him: "Come on, I will let you drink tea in a few days." They had a celebration dinner."

Grandpa Song nodded slightly: "Thank you."

Master Xie raised his head and drank all the tea, and put the teacup on the table: "I will immediately send an order to let them take advantage of the victory to pursue."

"No." Grandpa Song said, "The head of the family told them to accept them as soon as they are good. Don't love to fight. Come back for the winter."

Master Xie frowned, seemingly puzzled.

Grandpa Song said, "We'll wait for the Kingdom of Qing to seek peace."

Mr. Xie thought about it, and although he didn't seem to understand it, he still nodded.

"Okay, listen to you."

While they were talking, Song Jiao and Xie Chen were sitting in the arms of their respective grandfathers, staring wide-eyed.

The bored Xie Chen raised his foot and touched Song Jiao's clothes, Song Jiao raised his foot and kicked his foot away.Xie Chen refused to let go, and raised his foot to lean over, but Song Jiao kicked him away again.

At first, the two children were only fighting in a small way, but it didn't take long for it to evolve into a martial arts competition. The two kicked their feet hard, trying to "severely hurt" each other.

By the time the two grandpas reacted, the two children had kicked each other's trouser legs black.

Master Xie knocked Xie Chen on the head: "What are you doing?"

Xie Chen covered his head and said in disbelief, "Why did you just hit me?"

Grandpa Song also patted Song Jiao lightly on the head: "No fighting."

Song Jiao also covered her head, even though Grandpa didn't feel any pain from the pat.

Master Xie said with a smile: "My grandson has caused trouble for Army Master Song. The main reason is that he wants to be around him and teach him to change his banditry habits." I'm in trouble."

Song Jiao thought for a while, then waved his little hand: "It's not very troublesome, just a little troublesome."

Master Xie smiled, and asked again: "Then Ah Chen is studying with you recently, how is it going?"

"Ah..." Song Jiao scratched his face and looked at Xie Chen.

This question seemed difficult for him to answer.

Master Xie certainly knew how his grandson studied, and he said to Xie Chen with hatred, "Brother Chen, can you give some thought to studying?"

Xie Chen: "Dim sum? What dim sum?"

"..." Mr. Xie suddenly felt powerless, "Is it still too late for me to change to a grandson? Mamao?"

Mao Mao hugged his grandfather tightly: "I won't change!"

Mr. Xie "coerced and lured": "Maomao, what you are rejecting is the future throne."

Song Jiao hugged his grandfather tightly, and solemnly announced: "No, change!"

"Okay, okay, don't change, don't change." Mr. Xie thought for a while, and took out an exquisite wooden carving bunny from his arms, "Come on, Maomao, help grandpa think of a way to make Brother Shen study, this is for you, Grandpa has another reward."

Song Jiao looked at the little wooden rabbit: "What's the prize?"

"Award... drink milk tea and eat barbecue, okay?"

"Okay." Song Jiao rubbed his chin and looked at Xie Chen again, but Xie Chen didn't like to study, so he looked at him with "threatening" eyes and waved his fist.

Song Jiao was not afraid of him, and made a face at him: "Slightly slightly."

He turned back: "Grandpa Xie, let's send Xie Chen to kindergarten."

"Oh?"

"It's just... many children can study in the kindergarten and play together, but when the teacher rings the bell of 'jingle bell', everyone has to go back to study."

"Isn't it just to start a school?" Mr. Xie thought for a while, Brother Shen didn't like to study, he just wanted to go out and play with his friends, if he brought all his friends in to study, he would have to study with him up.

This is also a good idea.

But this teacher candidate...

Mr. Xie took a look at Grandpa Song, no, Master Song is very busy.

So he turned to look at Mr. Liu, this is not bad, originally he was kidnapped to teach Xie Chen how to read, there shouldn't be much difference between teaching one person and teaching a group.

Sensing his "kind" gaze, Mr. Liu said goodbye and wanted to leave, but the old bandit stepped on the corner of his clothes.

"Yes, open a school, Mr. Liu will be the teacher, and Brother Shen and his friends will all go to school."

Song Jiao quickly raised his hand: "Thank you, grandpa, then I won't go!"

Xie Chen asked, "Why?"

Song Jiao proudly announced: "Because I have graduated from kindergarten!"

Xie Shen said loudly: "No! You have to go too!"

"Just do it!"

"no--!"

"Okay, okay, no noise, no noise." Mr. Xie held the two children down, "Mamao, you go too, they have all gone to school, and there is no one to play with you."

Song Jiao thought for a while, and finally could only nod: "Okay, then I will go too."

Master Xie patted his head: "What do you like to learn most?"

"I like music class the most. The teacher led us to dance. A group of ducks swam under the bridge in front of the door..." Song Jiao fluttered the "duckling wings", "Come and count, the geese are four, six, seven, eight."

Mr. Liu, who was just appointed as the principal of Xie's Bandit Village Kindergarten:? ? ?

Do you have to embarrass me like this?Is this a job a 60-year-old should be doing?

I really want to go back and continue to be my Jiangbei Confucianism.