The sweet daily life of wife and wife after marriage

"You said."

The corners of Jing Yi's mouth were slightly raised, and she put on a nonchalant smile, looking at her daughter very 'kindly'.

Just now, when teacher Wu Yuying was talking about this composition, Jing Yi had already searched for it. After the word "parent" in Wu Yuying's words fell down, Jing Yi happened to see the original manuscript of this composition.

The square grid paper is not long, and the top line is marked with the title——Parents.

The first paragraph is just one sentence: "Do you think I'm going to praise my two mothers who are my parents?" 』

The second question and answer: "No, I am recording my daily life as a parent of my mother. 』

The third paragraph is a bit longer: ——Specifically refers to my Omega mother, a delicate, beautiful, and unique woman, how unique is she?For example, at minus ten degrees in winter, she will wear a sleeveless chiffon dress to take pictures on the street!

...Jing Yi glanced here, and with the voice of the head teacher resounding throughout the classroom, she only felt that her face was slapped and thrown into the Pacific Ocean ashamed.

The voices of parents passing around came from around, and some people even read aloud.

Jing Yi's ears turned red uncontrollably, she clenched her fists, pretending that the mentally retarded woman in the essay was not herself, she gritted her teeth, and looked at the rare nervous daughter: "Say, you explain ah."

Xiang Junge was a little caught off guard. She never expected that the teacher would print out the handwritten things during the exam the day before yesterday and distribute them at the parent meeting!

Compared to Jing Yi's shyness, she is shy.

Thinking of the words written later, Xiang Junge became awkward, but the old mother in front of him was still waiting for her to explain, Xiang Junge had no choice but to sink his breath, and said forcefully: "I will I didn't know that the teacher would copy the composition..."

If she knew, she wouldn't write like that even if Xiang Junge was killed, she would rather write zero points!

"Oh!" Jing Yi knew that Xiang Junge couldn't give any reason, so she waved away Xiang Junge's little paw that was trying to cover the composition, "Take it away!"

Xiang Junge didn't take it, she discussed in a low voice: "Mom...how about you don't watch it."

Jing Yi squinted at her, "Now you know you don't want me to read it? Why didn't you stop yourself when you wrote it?"

Jing Yi pulled Xiang Junge's hand away, the expression on her face was not only embarrassment, but also curiosity - she never thought that one day, she would be included in the composition by her own daughter, although her image was not very good, And it was embarrassing to be surrounded by a large number of parents.

Jing Yi ignored Xiang Junge's eager eyes, and his eyes fell on the composition paper again, and saw the content behind——

"I can't persuade her, so I just act like a little parent, hugging her thick clothes and following behind. When she finishes shooting, I immediately put them on her to prevent her from catching cold.

For example, she is timid and self-willed, knowing that she will be too scared to sleep, but she still rushes to horror movies!

I can't talk to her, so I just act like a little parent, sacrificing my time to watch it with her, until she finishes watching, and then cover the quilt and wait for her to fall asleep.

For example...'

When Jing Yi saw this, shock flashed in her eyes. The contrast between the complaints at the beginning and the heartfelt feelings at the end of Xiao Gege's composition was so strong that even the other parents who were reading it would be moved, let alone Jing Yi herself.

She is very familiar with these exemplified incidents. She is the one who went to the street to take photos before the brand endorsement. She is the one who is bored when her husband is not at home and dare not watch horror movies by herself and drags her daughter to watch them together. , and the following things were all experienced by her and Xiao Gege together.

It's just that before this moment, she only thought it was a random coincidence of her daughter, but it turned out that it was Xiao Gege's heartfelt concern.

She continued to look down, only to find that the example was over, and what appeared in the last paragraph was the summary of this [-]-word essay——

"But I don't think it's troublesome. On the contrary, I'm glad that I can also take care of my mother.What's wrong with being a writer?Mom is cute and precious, I have to protect her well. 』

Jing Yi was already in tears when she saw this, she bit her lip and tried not to let herself make a sound, she lowered her head to look at her daughter who had already looked away, Little Gege was turning sideways with half her back to her, faintly able to see Her little ears were also a little red.

There was already a mother crying in the seat in the front row, howling dryly and sighing with emotion: "Wow... What a wonderful child! If it was my child, I would definitely give her two more bowls of rice at night!"

"Pfft..." Jing Yi was overjoyed by this praise, she smiled through tears, stretched out her hand and turned Little Gege's head so that she could look at her, and teased her with a smile, "My good boy, I want you to have two more bowls tonight." A bowl of rice?"

Little Gege was forced to turn her head back. She glanced at the condensed water in the corner of her mother's eyes, and the smile she couldn't hide on her lips, and said firmly: "No, don't be too moved."

Xiang Junge paused, and added: "The topic of the essay is to write about my parents. I definitely won't write about how you take care of me, so just write about how I take care of you. Don't think too much about it."

Jing Yi: "... Oh," she raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said indifferently, "I'm sorry, I wasn't moved either."

Xiang Junge: "That's good."

The homeroom teacher on the podium saw that everyone had almost finished watching, and spoke again, still praising Jun Ge vigorously:

"This little composition is very good at expressing emotions. I don't know how parents feel about it. Anyway, I have a strong resonance! Also, in terms of writing techniques, Xiang Junge is good at using parallelism, rich in adjectives, and using There are idioms that we haven't learned yet..."

The parents in the audience echoed one after another. Jing Yi and Xiang Junge were set up when you come and go, and some people started to move the mother and daughter to speak on the stage.

The hospitality is hard to come by, Jing Yi stood up at the invitation of the class teacher Wu Yuying, she looked around and smiled at everyone, "Thank you for your compliments to my daughter, let me just say a few words, I can't waste everyone's precious time. "

There was booing again, and Jing Yi hurriedly followed up on what she had just said, coughing twice, "First of all, I want to clarify with everyone that taking pictures in winter and watching horror movies are all due to work needs, I hope you don't Make fun of me."

Jing Yi is a person who can live without everything, face, er, no, in short, she can live with nothing, All!cannot!

So she must explain (sophistry) this kind of embarrassing thing, even if what Xiao Gege said is the truth...

"Then, my daughter Xiang Junge is usually not good at speaking. This is like inheriting her mother's clever mind. I thought it was impossible for her to speak well. I didn't expect that she could write the composition so well! We The family usually treats the children as free-range…”

Xiang Junge grabbed Jing Yi from below, and reminded in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense."

The pull was a bit hard, and Jing Yi was in a bit of pain. She clenched her fists to hold back, and Junjie said, "Anyway, thank you for all your comments on Xiang Junge and me. I saw a lot of children's files in the folder just now." Excellent homework, let's take a look together~"

As he spoke, he tilted his head and pointed to the class teacher Wu Yuying, motioning for her to take over.

Wu Yuying immediately went on to introduce the homework of other children: "Yes, yes, there are several students in our class who are also very good, such as..."

The parents' meeting ended on time, and Jing Yi's waist hurt from sitting on this small desk and chair. She stood up and rubbed her lower back, wanting to hold her daughter's hand and say goodbye to the head teacher before leaving.

She has been outside for a long enough time, and she might feel uncomfortable if she stays any longer. In the past few days, she has also faintly felt pregnancy symptoms. Jing Yi doesn't want to cause trouble for others, let alone worry Xiang Cen, so she just wants to hurry up and make it on time go home.

After a brief chat with the teacher in charge, Jing Yi saw that there were still many parents queuing up to chat with the teacher, so she wanted to make room for her, but Wu Yuying reached out and stopped her, "Jing! Mommy, please Wait a moment."

Jing Yi calmly avoided the other party's hand and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wu Yuying was also in a hurry, and didn't realize her abruptness. Considering the people around her, she reminded in a subtle way: "You can go through the stairs behind the teaching building later, there are few people there."

Jing Yi had been reminded by the staff like this in countless public occasions, and immediately understood the other party's kindness, but she didn't quite understand, can paparazzi still come in at school?

However, it is not difficult to understand when she thinks of the heat on her body and the ubiquitous squatting recently, she nodded and thanked: "Thank you, teacher."

Wu Yuying smiled, "Sure, Xiang Junge, can you bring your mother there?"

Xiang Junge originally planned to take her mother over there, but she nodded upon hearing this, "Yes."

The two walked out of the classroom of Class [-], Grade [-]. Jing Yi put on her hat and sunglasses again, and led Xiao Gege for a short walk. Just as she turned into the stairs, a call suddenly sounded at the corner: "Jing Yi according to."

Jing Yi heard the voice sound familiar, she turned around curiously, and saw an unexpected face, "Meng Jingyuan?"

"Well, it's me." Meng Jingyuan came out from the shadows, with a burning cigarette between his fingers.

Jing Yi saw it, she frowned, raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose, and led Xiang Junge back a step towards the person who was coming.

"I'm sorry," Meng Jingyuan smiled, "I forgot that you are pregnant with a second child." She put out the cigarette in her hand and pressed it on the trash can in the corner.

Jing Yi didn't have a good impression of Meng Jingyuan, she wasn't even interested in asking him why he appeared here, she just wanted to take her daughter and leave, "Don't be embarrassed, you won't affect me, so leave."

Meng Jingyuan raised his eyebrows, and took another step in the direction where Jing Yi turned to go around her, "Don't go."

Jing Yi's temper had already started to flare up, she glared at Meng Jingyuan, "Get out of the way."

"I can't let it go," Meng Jingyuan laughed again, and she said, "Xiang Cen is still waiting for me to send you to find her."

The author has something to say: I'm showing my ugliness: D

It is incomparable with real primary school students' compositions, and the descriptions written by some children are really beautiful.