novelraw Chapter 1111: Words don't count
Chapter 1111: Words don't count
Chapter 1111 Don’t keep your word
The summer vacation is over, and Shen Zhihuan is about to return to school life. Thinking of the little one's urination, Shen Zhihuan retracts the hand that just touched the bedtime storybook.
The little guy who was already lying down waiting to listen to the bedtime story seemed to have noticed Shen Zhihuan's action, blinking his big watery eyes and looking at Shen Zhihuan in confusion.
"My dear, sit up first. Mom has something to tell you." Shen Zhihuan sat up straight.
The little guy stuck his **** out and turned over to sit up.
"My uncle and brother are going to school starting tomorrow. They can no longer play with you during the day, you know that, right?" Shen Zhihuan was afraid that the little guy wouldn't be able to accept it for a while, so Shen Zhihuan looked at the little guy and began to persuade him.
The little guy nodded.
"Mom is going to Beijing University tomorrow to study. Do you know this?" Shen Zhihuan gently held the little guy's fleshy hand.
The delicate and tender touch made Shen Zhihuan's movements with caution, for fear of accidentally pinching him and hurting him.
The little guy nodded again.
"If Mom goes to school, I will definitely not be able to play with you during the day. When Mom is not here, can you play well with grandma and grandma?" Shen Zhihuan stared at the little guy, always observing the little guy's movements. reaction.
Her last disappearance left a serious psychological shadow on the little guy.
After not seeing her for a while, she started crying and fussing.
Shen Zhihuan had no idea about this.
The little guy frowned and remained silent.
Clearly unhappy.
"Don't you want me to go to school?" Shen Zhihuan lifted the little guy onto his lap.
"No." The little guy pouted, a little unhappy.
"Then you don't like playing with grandma and grandma?" Shen Zhihuan lowered his head and straightened the little guy's cotton pajamas.
"No." The little guy shook his head.
"Are you afraid that your mother will disappear again?" Shen Zhihuan's eyes were a little hot.
During that time in the deep mountains and old forests, she also missed the little guy crazily.
I'm worried that if she doesn't come back, the little guy will be wronged.
I'm even more worried that the little guy will meet that kind-faced and evil-hearted stepmother.
Many times, it’s not the wolves that are scary, but the wolves in sheep’s clothing.
They wear the cloak of hypocrisy, but they do shameful things.
"Yeah!" The little guy stood up and hugged Shen Zhihuan's neck.
"My dear, my mother promises you that she will never be seen again. She will grow up with her and will never leave her again." Shen Zhihuan stroked the little guy's back in a soothing manner.
"You can't lie." The little guy's head was buried in Shen Zhihuan's neck, his voice was muffled.
"I won't lie." Shen Zhihuan solemnly promised.
"Pull the hook." The little guy stretched out his little finger.
"Pull the hook." Shen Zhihuan reached out and hooked it.
"Hang yourself with a hook, and you won't be able to change it for a hundred years."
"When you go to school, you must listen to your grandma and grandma and don't cry or make trouble!" Shen Zhihuan was a little worried and reiterated again while hooking the little guy's little finger.
"Okay!" The little guy nodded obediently.
Seeing the little guy let go, Shen Zhihuan breathed a sigh of relief.
The next morning, Shen Zhihuan, who was sitting in the classroom, realized that her sigh of relief was too early.
Outside the window, Wang Ma hugged the little guy, and Sun Sijun stood aside and fanned the little guy.
The little guy's obsidian eyes stared unblinkingly at Shen Zhihuan, who was sitting in the front row of the classroom. His gaze was comparable to that of a staff member staring at a prisoner.
In the end, Master Miejie couldn't stand the pitiful look of the little guy and asked Shen Zhihuan to carry the little guy in.
"Mom, I'm not crying." The little guy said hurriedly as soon as he got into Shen Zhihuan's arms, fearing that Shen Zhihuan would say that he didn't mean what he said. Sun Sijun chuckled inwardly.
He didn't cry, he just made noise.
"Grandma, it's hot outside. You go back first. Just be good and I'll watch." Shen Zhihuan lowered his voice.
"If he makes trouble, you should come back early and don't disturb others in class." Sun Sijun handed the small bamboo fan to Shen Zhihuan and whispered.
Shen Zhihuan took the small bamboo fan and nodded lightly.
"Good boy, goodbye to Grandma Wang and Grandma." Shen Zhihuan motioned to the little guy.
"Goodbye, Grandma Wang, goodbye, Grandma." The little guy cheerfully raised his little fleshy hand and waved to the two of them.
"Go in and listen to the teacher's lecture carefully. You are not allowed to talk, you know?" Sun Sijun warned worriedly.
The little guy nodded obediently.
The students in the classroom squinted their eyes to observe what was going on outside.
Seeing the little guy nodding, everyone booed.
So what do older children think when they listen to the class?
There are even some people who have automatically imagined in their minds the scene of Master Miejie jumping in anger at the little guy.
But what everyone didn't expect was that the little guy who entered the classroom sat obediently on Shen Zhihuan's lap.
Shen Zhihuan brought him a notebook and pencil, and he obediently took the pencil to write and draw in the notebook.
Shen Zhihuan's ears were listening to the lecture, but his eyes fell on the notebook in front of the little guy. From time to time, his hand would hold the little guy's fleshy hand, as if he was correcting something.
The students were far away and couldn't see clearly what the little guy was doing, so they just thought the little guy was scribbling.
Liu Chunhua, who was sitting next to Shen Zhihuan, could see it clearly.
abcdefg…
The notebook in front of the little guy is densely written...
English alphabet!
key…
Except for the first few rows of unidentified bodies that are crooked and resemble earthworms.
later…
To be precise, starting from the fourth row, you can see something about it.
By the seventh row, the English letters looked pretty good.
Had she not seen it with her own eyes, Liu Chunhua would never have believed that such a young child could actually write English letters.
The most important thing is...
Look at the way the little guy writes with dexterity. He seems to have memorized the order of English letters from a to z.
After finishing her lecture, Mrs. Miejie had just moved over to tease the little guy when her eyes inadvertently glanced at the notebook in front of the little guy.
With just one glance, Master Miejie's eyes were as wide as bells, and his face was full of surprise, as if he had seen something incredible.
The students saw the expression on Master Miejie's face as if she had seen a ghost, and they were even more curious about what Shen Zhihuan's son had done to make the usually calm Master Mrs. Miejie lose his composure.
"Shen Zhihuan, be good...you teach..."
Master Miejie originally wanted to ask Shen Zhihuan if he had ever taught the little kid to write the English alphabet before, but when he saw the "ghost talismans" in the first few rows of the little kid, he swallowed what he was about to ask.
Worried about disturbing the little guy, Master Jue quietly walked around behind the little guy.
Watch quietly the little guy writing English letters one by one.
As a person who is almost buried in dirt, this is the first time for Master Jue to see such a young child holding a pen and writing.
The most incredible thing is...
The distance from the initial "ghost-drawing talisman" to the decent one is half a piece of paper.
After teaching and educating people for most of her life, this was the first time she had seen someone with such a talent for learning.