His baby is reborn

One sound, several times.

It didn't take long for the dormitory of the big class to become a scene of crying competitions one after another, which kept the teachers very busy.

But when Xu Zhuo realized this and wanted to rein in the precipice, he couldn't control his crying.

His body has completely assimilated with his five-year-old self, and a child of this age is not fully developed.Neither the brain nor the body can compare with adults.

In addition, Xu Zhuo's mind was stuffed with too many memories that did not match his age, which broke the balance.If you want to control this small body according to the adult consciousness in your mind, you will be self-defeating because your body can't respond well. In short, it is troublesome.

Xu Zhuo coaxed himself many times in his heart, "Don't cry, don't cry." His little body, which was about to cry, gradually subsided.

The eyes that were left with only slits opened again, and accompanied by the tears falling from the lower eyelashes, they twitched and looked forward.

Seeing that Xing Ke, who had just fallen into bed, had already sat up crying for him, was looking at him gloomyly on his own bed.

The thin single eyelid coupled with the bruised and purple wound on the cheek has a cloudy effect.

Xu Zhuo felt nervous from him, so his body twitched violently again without warning.

Xing Ke: "..."

Xu Zhuo: "..."

Half a second later, Xing Ke turned over and got off the bed.

The movements were very neat, and the feeling of wanting to stay away from Xu Zhuo was written all over his back, without leaving any sympathy.

Seeing this, Xu Zhu hurriedly crawled under the bed.

But he was a few months younger than Xing Ke, and Xing Ke's speed of getting in and out of bed was the weirdest in the kindergarten.

Not to mention the fact that the rebirth is out of balance and the body is out of control, even if the real five-year-old Xu Zhuo came to get out of bed, it is impossible to be as neat as Xing Ke.

Xu Zhuo only glanced at the bed which was still very high for him now, and his little feet immediately retracted into the bed in a dizzy way.

And during this little hesitation, Xing Ke, who got out of bed, had already put on his clothes.

Teacher Xiao Hu was helping the little girls get dressed, and when he looked up and saw Xu Zhuo sitting on the edge of the bed, he quickly called him and told him to wait for the teacher to pass before getting out of bed.

Going up and down the bunk alone is still risky for children of this age.Especially after the entire dormitory of the top class is awake, the space becomes extraordinarily messy, and it is easy to bump into it.

Xu Zhuo glanced at Xing Ke who was quietly sitting in the corner below, and recalled the warm and real touch when he held the quilt just now, and knew that the current scene should never disappear again.

So he was not in a hurry, so he shrank his feet and looked at Mr. Hu eagerly, waiting obediently.

Teacher Xiao Hu was amused by his appearance, and it happened that Teacher Da Hu had finished his work, so she quickly asked Teacher Da Hu to take care of Xu Zhuo.

Seeing Mr. Hu walking towards him, Xu Zhuo immediately rolled his eyes and smiled sweetly.

He remembered very clearly that when he entered the new kindergarten, the two teachers who disciplined him were both surnamed Hu.

So everyone kindly called the much older, strict and kind male teacher Teacher Da Hu.The younger, soft-hearted and kind female teacher is called Teacher Xiao Hu.

Teacher Da Hu taught Xu Zhuo how to go down the stairs, helped him to dress, and asked him gently why he was crying just now.

Before Xu Zhuo had time to speak, a child suddenly rushed over beside him, and said with a playful smile, "It goes without saying, I must have been frightened by Xing Ke!"

He had just finished speaking when another child rushed over beside him.The strange spirit winked in Xing Ke's direction, and kept saying, "Hush! Shh!"

"Why, what can't be said about this! Xing Ke is weird, he is dirty every day, and he doesn't have his own quilt and toys--"

"Li Dong, you can't say that about your classmates." Teacher Da Hu hastily brushed aside a few children who rushed over, and immediately stopped with a serious face: "Everyone is a classmate."

"There's nothing to say about it, who is his classmate..." Li Dong pursed his mouth: "We don't like to play with him anyway! So the new kid must hate him too! Right?"

Li Dong said while looking at Xu Zhuo.Immediately, as if attracted by something, he stretched his fingers straight to Xu Zhuo's eyes.

Xu Zhuo's eyes are big, round and sparkling, especially like jewels, especially beautiful when they blink.

Children of this age are innocent and easily attracted to such things, and they don't understand that some behaviors can cause harm to others.

In order to avoid him, Xu Zhuo accidentally fell into Teacher Hu's arms.

Teacher Da Hu pushed Li Dong's hand away helplessly: "Li Dong, you can't do this."

Li Dong retracted his hand that had already touched Xu Zhuo's eyelashes, touched his fingers to feel the touch, and then laughed: "New classmate, your eyes are so beautiful!"

Xu Zhuo was supported by Teacher Da Hu to stand up straight, blinked and said, "Thank you for your compliment, Li Dong, I'll call out."

Xu Zhuo remembered that when he was a child, he loved to introduce himself to people so seriously every time.

It was the little milk voice that he was not very used to, so he said a little shyly: "But you just said it wrong, I cried because I missed my mother, it has nothing to do with Xing Ke, I don't hate him."

"And I, I think he's pretty good!" Xu Zhuo said with bright eyes.After he finished speaking, his body seemed not used to such direct expressions, and he was so ashamed that he leaned back into Teacher Da Hu's arms, unable to control himself at all.

Teacher Da Hu smiled and straightened him up again.

But Li Dong said with a shattered look on his face: "Huh?"

The time when Xu Zhuo began to cry was actually a little close to the end of his lunch break.

That's why the teacher simply asked them to get up.

Getting up in kindergarten in winter is a big project, and nearly thirty children in a class making trouble together is not just for fun.

It took a lot of effort to turn the children who looked like peeled bananas into neatly dressed diced radishes, and let them sit in a row in the classroom to eat the fruit after lunch break. Teacher Hu, big and small, heaved a sigh of relief.

This afternoon's class is art.

To put it more professionally, it is fine arts, and more generally, it is to let children write and draw.From this, firstly, they can cultivate their painting posture, and secondly, they can cultivate their ability to construct and read pictures, colors, etc.

This course requires children to bring their own watercolor pens.

And the only two in class (1) without watercolor pens are the newcomer Xu Zhuo and Xing Ke who is sitting in the corner.

Xu Zhuo is a new kid. Everyone might feel strange to him when he first came here in the morning, but the children are very adaptable, and the strangeness fades away in the afternoon, leaving only freshness and curiosity.

When Teacher Xiao Hu guided other children to share stationery with new classmates, the children immediately surrounded Xu Zhuo with all kinds of colored pens.

Seeing this, Mr. Hu was both relieved and embarrassed.

Xu Zhuo is gratified, and Xing Ke is embarrassed.

Especially when a child vigilantly pointed out whether the new students would not prepare their own watercolor pens like Xing Ke in the future, and would only use other people's pens, Teacher Xiao Hu was at a loss.

Art is a course that started slowly after the big class, and it has been almost two months now.But no matter what the teacher told him, Xing Ke's parents never prepared colored pens for him.

At the beginning, Teacher Da Hu also guided the children to share.

But after a long time, the children went home and told their parents that there was a child in the kindergarten who didn’t have his own colored pens and only used someone else’s. carve.

It's not incomprehensible. Color pens in this era are not cheap, and water is easily used up.Parents are willing to bear their own children, but not necessarily willing to bear other people's children.

In this way, the teacher stepped into a dilemma.

Especially when Xing Ke heard this sentence, he immediately lifted up the small stool and sat silently behind the door at the end of the classroom without speaking, Teacher Xiao Hu felt extremely uncomfortable.

And equally uncomfortable, was Xu Zhuo who was surrounded by children, holding all kinds of colored pens in his hands.

In fact, in the kindergarten period of the last life, Xu Zhuo didn't have much memory of Xing Ke.

He only vaguely remembered that Xing Ke was very unsocial at that time, but the teacher always liked to praise him in public for being independent, smart, and finishing his meals and homework very quickly, etc., but the children didn't think so.I don't remember the others.

So Xu Zhuo never knew that Xing Ke had such a difficult time when he was a child, and it happened right beside him.

Seeing the little figure sitting behind the glass door silently staring outside, and recalling Xing Ke who was calm no matter what happened to him afterwards, Xu Zhuo's mouth immediately shrunk.

Holding the small colored pen in his hand, he wanted to walk in the direction of Xing Ke.

But at this moment, a crisp voice came from the side: "Chu Chu, what do you want to do?"

Is the master of colored pencils.

Xu Zhuo let out an "ah" and looked back, subconsciously let go of the colored pen as if thinking of something, and said guiltily, "No, I don't want to do anything."

And when he turned around again, Teacher Xiao Hu was already by Xing Ke's side.

Teacher Xiao Hu must be gentle, but Xing Ke is becoming more and more resistant to her gentleness, to the point where she can't listen to any comfort.He even turned the chair around again, looking at the wall instead of the door, no matter what Mr. Ren Xiaohu said.

The dull and closed appearance is heart-wrenching.

Xu Zhuo scratched his hair depressingly.

The afternoon class ended soon, and when the kindergarten door opened, it was full of parents picking up their children.

It was the uncle who brought Xu Zhuo here in the morning, but Xu Zhuo knew that it must not be the uncle who picked him up in the afternoon.

Seeing the last life to the end, the mother who, like Xing Ke, only lived in his memory, hurriedly appeared at the door of the class.His face was still young, but he couldn't hide his fatigue, and Xu Zhuo's eyes immediately became hot.

After a day of adaptation, her calves were still not too neat, but now she consciously ran quickly, opened her arms and threw herself directly into Sun Fangli's arms.

The little milk voice naturally yelled out following the inertia of the body: "Mom!"

Still an extended version.

Sun Fangli was stunned for a moment, then immediately hugged her son with a smile, pressed his cheek passionately and said, "Hey!"

"Show mom, aren't you having fun in the new kindergarten on the first day of the baby's departure?"

Sun Fangli came to pick up her son immediately after moving home, and she was exhausted.When Xu Zhuo saw his mother again, his heart was also complicated.

As a result, after being hugged, Xu Zhuo's eye sockets were red, and Sun Fangli's eye sockets were also red.But Sun Fangli was laughing, so Xu Zhuo laughed too, opened his hands and waved, "I'm so happy!"

Xing Ke, who was walking out of the class silently from the crowd of parents, seemed to have heard the conversation, raised his eyelids, and looked at the happy mother and son from a distance.