As the old saying goes, if you don't teach, your father's fault, your teaching is not strict, and your teacher is lazy.

This is the theoretical basis for the legal dumping of Song porcelain.

Xiao Yun seemed to be a little stimulated today, and when she was upset, she didn't care too much about these things, but only focused on the words that were very inspiring to her at the moment.

"Teaching students according to their aptitude and teaching them according to their aptitude? Students should be analyzed in a specific way and cannot be generalized; and educators themselves should also find out their own teaching characteristics, develop their strong points and avoid their weaknesses, and learn from each other's strong points to make up for their weaknesses.

Xiao Yun muttered to herself, falling into philosophical thought.

Song Ci yawned, took the initiative to crawl over, reached for the water cup on the bedside table, took a sip and rinsed his mouth, turned his head and spit into the clean spittoon placed next to the bed.

Wouldn't it be convenient for her to wake up at night?

The toilet at home is not far away.

Song Ci's forehead was covered with black lines, and he lay down and fell asleep angrily.

Don't underestimate her, she's not really a child!

Ahh

When Xiao Yun came back to her senses, she found that her granddaughter had fallen asleep obediently, and her little mouth was pouting unconsciously, as if she was unhappy.

Xiao Yun looked at her quietly for a while, pulled a cold quilt for her, gently pulled out the suppressed hair, and felt that it was almost dry, so she cleaned up and fell asleep with confidence.

There is no end to learning, and there must be my teacher in the threesome, and I learned a little more today.

Xiao Yun sighed softly and sank into sleep relaxedly.

Nothing was said all night.

"My sister has eaten. ”

In the morning, Li Shenxing's children got up on time, came back from a morning run with their father, washed their faces and changed their clothes, and were sent by their grandparents who made breakfast to wake up their sister.

Song Ci was nibbling on the roast suckling pig in his dream, so he lowered his mouth and frowned dissatisfiedly:

"Don't make noise. ”

Li Shenxing opened a pair of big round eyes in surprise, and hurriedly came up to pull her:

"My sister can't gnaw her feet, it's dirty. ”

Song Ci's pig's trotters, which were gnawing on the taste, suddenly flew, and he was so anxious that he woke up from his dream:

"My roast suckling pig!" VP

"Ouch!"

Li Shenxing was caught off guard, and his head was slammed on the door by his sister who suddenly sat up, and tears overflowed at once.

The little brother endured the pain, covered his head with one hand, rubbed his sister's white and tender forehead with the other, and asked in a nasal voice:

"Did it hurt? Don't be afraid, my brother won't hurt if you rub it. ”

Song Ci was still a little stunned, but now he came to his senses, his eyes were also full of physiological tears, and he opened his mouth with an uncontrollable whine.

"What's the matter, the two of them are fighting? Li Shenxing, you are your brother, do you want your sister to know!"

Li Guanxiong heard that this movement was wrong, and was the first to rush in, with a questioning tone, first picked up his niece who was like a milk ball, and separated the two children who were suspected of conflict, saving the contradiction from further expanding.

Li Shenxing withdrew his hand aggrievedly and obediently whispered that his sister was sorry.

Song Ci wiped the tears from his eyes and wanted to rub his forehead, but his uncle gently took his hand away.

Li Guanxiong looked at the red mark on his niece's forehead distressedly, and turned his head to glare at his reckless son again.

"Li Shenxing, what's the matter with you, you called your sister to eat, and you made your sister cry?

Li Shenxing hung his head and whispered sorry again.

Song Ci relieved the pain, rubbed her tears on her uncle's clothes, and looked up at him fiercely:

"Uncle is bad! I don't even ask what's going on, I scold my brother. You're indiscriminate, you're a confused parent, you're bad!"

Li Guanxiong, who felt a kind heart, fed that something: ......

Song Ci still hummed him angrily, two little paws slapped on her uncle's face, and turned around with his head between them, facing the poor little cousin who was hanging his head:

"You have to apologize to my brother! Say I'm sorry!"

Li Guanxiong subconsciously glanced at his son, who lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eye, and vaguely sensed a sense of déjà vu resistance from him.

Like whom?

He thought casually, and suddenly he was shocked!

He remembered!

The taciturn and docile son in front of him is not like a copy of his sister Li Shengnan's childhood?

Later, Li Shengnan no longer obeyed, and even made trouble to the point of running away from home, and it was ten years after he left!

Nephew Suigu, history doesn't really have to repeat itself, right?