After being adopted by five nonhumans

On a new day, Xiao Guyu got up to wash up, and after eating the breakfast carefully prepared by the parents, he was sent to school by Dong Pang.

As soon as he walked to the school gate, Xiao Guyu bumped into a classmate who was also holding an ecological bottle, but it was made of a plastic bottle with the neck cut off.There are a few small fish swimming here and there. There are no aquatic plants in the water, only a few small duckweeds.

It looks a little monotonous.

The classmate was already a little concerned about the fact that he didn't find any aquatic plants. Now when he saw Xiaoguyu, he naturally looked at the ecological bottle in his hand first. After taking a look, he immediately exclaimed: "Guyu, your ecological bottle is so beautiful. Ah! Especially this aquatic plant!"

In the glass bottle, hornwort swaying with the walking movements of Xiaoguyu. There are dense crystal bubbles attached to the dark green clusters, and there are small silver fishes shuttled flexibly among them. It is a very dreamy scene. .

"Thank you." Xiao Guyu thanked the other party for his compliment.

The classmate also took advantage of the opportunity to ask him where the aquatic plants came from.

The two walked into the classroom together with questions and answers.

After entering the classroom, Xiaogu Yu put the ecological bottle in the drawer, and then took out the textbook of the corresponding subject in today's morning reading class, and put it on the table.

The Chinese teacher arrived soon and assigned today's morning reading task, reciting an ancient poem, and everyone had to sign in at the head of the group to complete it.

The group leader went to the Chinese teacher to recite.

After the Chinese teacher finished speaking, the classroom soon heard the sound of reading loudly.Xiaoguyu has an excellent memory. After reading aloud two or three times with the group, he memorized the ancient poems. He went to the group leader's seat to recite and became the first student in the class to complete the recitation.

After reciting, Xiaoguyu returned to his seat, and did not start to fish in troubled waters like some students who had completed their tasks, talking small things in the morning self-study class.

Instead, proceed to preview the content at the back of the textbook.

Early self-study is over, and the first class is science class.

The science teacher was very satisfied with Xiaoguyu's ecological bottle, and used it as a teaching aid to show it to other students.

But Xiao Guyu didn't pay much attention to it, after all, he would get such compliments several times a day.

After that, there was a break between classes. After finishing the morning exercises, the students returned to the classroom in twos and threes. Just as they were about to take a break, they saw the Chinese teacher sticking out a ponytailed head from behind the door frame: "Student Ladies and gentlemen, the next class is physical education, right?"

Her question quickly made the students in the classroom vigilant, and immediately shook their heads, "No, no!"

The Chinese teacher pointed to the timetable written under the blackboard and sneered: "Teacher, I still know a few words."

Then there is the classic opening line: "Your physical education teacher is sick, so this class has been changed to a Chinese class. It just so happens that a composition competition will be held in the school recently. The topic assigned to our grade is to remember a thing that made me xx , I will take advantage of this physical education class to explain the topic to everyone."

The little boys who had already taken off their coats put on their clothes silently with mournful faces.

The Chinese teacher said with a smile: "There are still a few students who haven't come up, did they just go to the playground and wait? Monitor, go down and have a look, and call people up!"

After all the staff arrived, the Chinese teacher distributed a composition paper with a red grid on a white background, telling everyone not to rush to write, but to listen to myself talk about this topic first.

She said, giving a few common examples to the students, and then asked: "Everyone pay attention to adding your own characteristics, the story should not be too clichéd, such as mom giving an umbrella, dad picking up after school, it is best not to write Yes, after all, the grading teacher is also very hard, at least he has to read dozens of essays a day, and it turns out that twenty of them are all the same story."

After talking about the points for attention in the composition, the Chinese teacher asked everyone to type drafts on the composition text, and then write on the draft paper.

Xiaogu Yu also started to think about it. He thought of a few stories, but they were quickly overturned. The main reason was that they were not distinctive enough and very ordinary.

So much so that when get out of class was over, he still didn't write many words.

The Chinese teacher saw that most of the people hadn't finished writing, and he was not in a hurry to ask for a composition, so he simply said: "Everyone write this composition carefully, and I will not assign homework alone in the past two days. On Friday, the class representative will write everyone's composition. It’s okay to collect it.”

This made the students cheer up and applaud loudly.

The Chinese teacher laughed, thinking that these students are still too young, after all, the teacher is a fragile human being who is prone to "amnesia".

While thinking about what to write in the composition, Xiaogu Yu went to the toilet. As soon as he got to the toilet, he faced the hedgehog head.

Just when Xiao Guyu thought Hedgehog Tou would do something, Hedgehog Tou looked at him in panic, as if he was a ghost in broad daylight, and ran out of the toilet in a hurry before he even had time to tie his trouser belt.

Fortunately, the school trousers are all made of elastic bands, otherwise I'm afraid I'm going to die on the spot.

Xiaoguyu: "?"

Is he so scary?

……

In the last self-study class, Xiao Guyu took the time to finish other homework, leaving only one Chinese composition.

He was going to go home and ask the parents to see if there were any special stories.

As soon as he entered the house, Xiao Guyu felt extraordinarily deserted, and saw that the living room was empty, without any figure.

Only the sound of iron spoons touching iron pans could be heard from the kitchen.

Dong Pang took time out of his busy schedule, turned around and said, "They all went out to take pictures and shoot videos, and now Dad is at home alone."

"That's it," Xiao Guyu nodded, walked into the kitchen, and stood beside his father to watch him cook.

After Dong Pang finished frying this dish, Xiao Guyu said, "Dad, I don't know how to write an essay, can you help me think about it together?"

For the first time, Dong Pang showed a embarrassed look in front of his own cub: "But... Dad has no education and can't write essays. Why don't you ask your brother and mother when they come back?"

Xiao Guyu shook his head: "You just need to tell me if there was one thing that made you feel xx when you were young."

"That's it," Dong Fat narrowed his eyes, and really began to think back. He has lived for thousands of years, and his childhood memories are already blurred. There is only one thing...

Speaking of this incident, Dong Pang immediately felt relieved. He turned off the gas, sat down with Xiaoguyu on the soft sofa in the living room and began to talk about it.

Roughly speaking, when Dong Pang was a child, his grandma took care of him and grew up, and his grandma also liked to tell stories to Dong Pang. One day, Dong Pang asked his grandma to tell him a story again.

Grandma told Dong Fat a story about covering the quilt.

When grandma was young, she had a brother who was three years older than her. The relationship between the brother and grandma was very good. The brother took good care of the younger sister, grandma, and the two brothers and sisters were very close.I am so close that my elder brother sometimes gets up in the middle of the night, and he will come to see if grandma has covered the quilt, and if not, help to cover it.

On this day, grandma slept until she was half dreaming and half awake, when she felt that someone had entered her room. She looked up and saw that it was her brother. His body was wet, but grandma didn't care. A few words.

After talking to her, my brother helped her cover the quilt before leaving.

The next morning, grandma didn't see her brother at the dinner table. She was very surprised. She asked her parents, but she saw that her eyes were red and she cried out.

It turned out that my elder brother drowned in a river yesterday, but my parents were afraid that my grandma would be sad, so they didn't tell her.

But grandma didn't believe it at all, and insisted that her brother covered herself with a quilt yesterday...

The parents were shocked when they heard the words. When they went to grandma's room, they saw a puddle of water on the floor of the room and a smell of water that could not go away.

After Dong Fat finished his story, he asked Xiaoguyu if it was unique and unconventional.

Xiao Guyu was already stunned when he heard it, nodded immediately, and asked again: "What happened later, what happened later, did brother come back?"

Fatty Dong shook his head: "No more."

Xiaoguyu lowered his head in frustration: "Okay."

Dong Pang: "Little taro, can this story be used? If not, Dad will think about something else."

Xiao Guyu nodded, "This story is great and useful. Thank you Dad!"

Seeing that the child thought it was okay, Dong Pang heaved a sigh of relief, and then went back to work in the kitchen again.

Xiaoguyu went back to the room, sat at the desk and began to write hard, describing the story from his father's mouth from his own perspective.

Then carefully copy it to the composition paper sent by the Chinese teacher.

On Friday, Xiaogu Yu delivered the composition to the Chinese class representative on time, and the class representative handed it over to the Chinese teacher together.

That night, the Chinese teacher returned home with a thick stack of writing papers, and she planned to go through the writings by herself first, pick out good ones and send them to the school for unified evaluation, so as to reduce the workload of colleagues.

She sat under the desk lamp and read the essays one by one. At the same time, she marked the essays she did not intend to hand over to the school. When she encountered a good sentence, she would draw it with a wavy line to encourage the students.

After reading four or five similar routines in a row, the Chinese teacher muttered in a low voice with some displeasure: "I said we need to be creative and innovative, why are these old routines still there, alas."

She sighed and turned over another composition, and then saw Gu Yu's.

——"The most regrettable thing I've ever heard is the story my father told me about grandma..."

"This beginning is a bit interesting." The Chinese teacher said to himself, and subconsciously sat up straight.

The composition written by the third-grade elementary school students naturally cannot be so beautiful in terms of rhetoric, but this composition tells the story of grandma’s regrets in a straightforward manner. When the grandma’s brother covered her with the quilt in the middle, it was a bit touching.

It's just... why is it covering the quilt again? It's too old-fashioned.

Just as the Chinese teacher was thinking about it, she saw the next line of the composition—"Grandma asked where her brother had gone, but her parents said that her brother died yesterday and was drowned."

The Chinese teacher caught off guard and saw such a sentence, and felt a chill go straight to the sky.

After all, this effect is like turning on the garden baby in the middle of the night, intending to relax, but when the TV is turned on, a grimace comes out, which is too different from the expected one, so it is naturally extraordinarily horrifying.

The Chinese teacher was frightened and stiffened for several seconds, took a sip of hot tea to relax, and then continued to look down...

After reading all the compositions, she tidied up and went to bed, but as soon as she closed her eyes, the phrase "I was drowned" kept coming to her mind.

Moreover, her mother also likes to come to her room in the middle of the night to see if the quilt is covered. Although the Chinese teacher is 26 years old, in the eyes of her mother, she is still a baby who cannot take care of herself.

Just as the Chinese teacher was replaying the horror plot in her mind, her door clicked open a small crack.

The Chinese teacher subconsciously closed her eyes tightly, pretending that she had fallen asleep.

The deliberately low footsteps came to the front, and the Chinese teacher felt her mother sigh and pull up her quilt.

Just when the Chinese teacher was about to say that she was still awake, suddenly, a drop of ice water fell on her forehead...

"Drown."

These words sounded in her mind again.

The Chinese teacher was startled. The more he thought about it, the more terrifying he felt, and he couldn't fall back asleep.

The next day, feeling the dawn, the Chinese teacher got up quickly. As soon as he left the room, he saw that his mother had already prepared breakfast and was sitting at the table waiting for him to get up.

She breathed a sigh of relief, let go of her tense heart, and hugged her mother's waist and talked about what happened yesterday.

Then her mother picked up a feather duster and beat her all over the room, scolding while beating: "I beat you to death, little bastard, I didn't dry my hair, I was afraid that you would kick the quilt again in the middle of the night, so I went to cover you with a quilt, but you turned my old lady As a ghost?!"

As he said that, the Chinese teacher screamed after chasing him, and the degree of misery was not much better than seeing a ghost.