"Monk, is it a nickname?"

"Yes, I'm a little monk, my dad is a big monk, don't try to lie to me, my dad said, don't talk to the people locked up inside......"

"Well, yes, may I ask the little handsome guy, how old are you, what grade are you studying in this year?" It turns out that this kid is the son of He Bigui, no wonder he is called a monk. Before, You Zishi had noticed that some of the colleagues of the police officer called him a monk.

I went to a meeting with Bigui, and I took him to the conference room and let him play in the corridor, but he felt bored, so he returned here.

The wanderer coaxed him.

"I'm nine years old and I'm in the second grade this year......"

It is estimated that this child is also quite boring, or he is born to talk, not as old-fashioned as his father, so he remembers very clearly not to talk to strangers, but he still talks happily.

"Why are you only in the second grade when you're nine years old?"

“……”

As soon as this question is asked, the child suddenly stops talking.

You Zishi hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you such a private question, my brother was wrong, I apologize to you......"

"I'll tell you quietly, don't tell my dad ......" The child suddenly spoke again, Youzi Shi Khan, these bear children, it's really confusing.

"Okay, I promise that after listening to it, I will put my mouth like a zipper, and I will never pass it out......" You Zishi made a zipper movement on the side of her mouth, trying her best to put on what she thought was the most kind and lovely smile, and said with a smile.

"Because it was so simple, I was so stupid, so my dad asked me to repeat a grade and read second grade twice......"

"You're wrong, no child is born stupid......"

"Yes, you're right, I'm not stupid, but my dad always says I'm stupid, in fact, it's his temper that's so bad, he always loses his temper, and when he loses his temper, I'm scared, and I'm stupid......"

“……”

The child's sincere words made Youzishi a little speechless for a while.

You Zishi estimated that He Bigui estimated that because he was used to being a policeman, work and family were inseparable, so he was also accustomed to the attitude and way of speaking to the members of the family at home.

My mom said that my dad was like this because of his work and personality...... "The little guy actually knows things very well and learns all the things of adults."

"Well, so you have to forgive your dad, and don't be afraid of your dad, and don't be unhappy about it, you know......?

"I know!" The little guy's little face raised, as if he disdained Youzishi's reminder: "My dad said that my personality is like my mother, I am naturally cheerful, and I am a clingy little goblin......"

You Zishi's face is black. Well, you really can't talk to a routine when talking to a child.

You don't know what's going on in his next sentence. Some bear children, maybe you can't coax him to his taste.

Or maybe go back to your normal tone.

"Monk, how about helping my brother do something?"

"Oh, I see, you want me to steal the key and let you go, don't you!"

This, this little monk!

You Zishi rolled his eyes and quickly knelt down for him: "Nonsense! What I want you to do is more difficult and mysterious than this!"

"What's the matter?" Sure enough, he didn't follow the usual path and succeeded in attracting the little rabbit cub.

"Go and see if you have a glasses case on your dad's desk, bring it to me!"

"Why?"

"There was a pair of glasses inside, and I was short-sighted and couldn't see clearly, so I needed it. You can bring it for me, and you can do whatever you want me to do. ”

"No benefit at all. ”

The little monk read Youzi's poem for a long time, threw out a sentence that made Youzishi dumbfounded, and went back to the front by himself. After a long time, You Zishi was screaming and depressed in his heart, and the little thing came back with a small box in his hand.

When he came to the bureau in the afternoon, all the things on Youzishi's body were taken away, including his mobile phone and sunglasses. The staff was sorting out to put it into a bag, but Bigui was attracted by the unique shape and special workmanship of the sunglasses box of You Zishi, took it out, put it in his hand and kept playing with it, it felt very good, but he couldn't find the clues on the sunglasses, and finally threw it on the desk.

After that, no one cared about it.

You Zishi noticed this small detail and didn't say anything at the time. Now that I remembered this little thing, I thought about whether I could support this little monk, and sure enough, the box was still there, and it was found by the little monk, and I couldn't help but be secretly happy in my heart.

The little monk stood far away, holding the box and looking up and down, ignoring the wandering poem.

"Little monk, come here, I'll perform a magic trick for you, okay?"

"Magic?"

"No, you can't. You Zishi didn't want to lie to the child: "However, although it can't add points, it's a very fun thing, such as coaxing girls to be happy......"

"It's not promising! rotten wood can't be carved!" The little guy's tone is quite small, and he probably learned from his father.

These bear kids' ability to imitate is really intoxicating......

You Zishi was helpless, so she had to ask tentatively: "Little monk, then my brother asks you, what is your hobby?"

My dad said that the task of students is to go to school, don't think about playing all day long, everything that has nothing to do with their own work is a plaything, and they can't marry a ......wife when they grow up."

Poof-

You Zishi was about to vomit out a mouthful of blood.

There's no way, this little thing is the master at this time, and you have to follow him.

"And what's your favorite subject?"

"It's math. ”

This little guy's hobby is actually mathematics, which is difficult, how can you serve him happily and be willing to hand him the sunglasses?

You Zishi pondered, he didn't have a clue, but he noticed that the little guy kept looking at the box with sunglasses over and over again, and slapped his head violently, yes, this is it, try it, maybe there will be a play.

"Little monk, come here, I'll teach you an interesting math Olympiad problem......"

"Really?"

"Hmm. ”

"Then you start!"

"No, you have to come here!"

"Why?"

"Because, this is not a classroom, there is no blackboard and no chalk, I have to borrow the box in your hand and use it as a blackboard......"

"And what about chalk?"

"It's easy, with my fingers!"

"How can you use your fingers as chalk? I see, you're trying to do magic!"

"......" I went, this second-grade bear child is not easy to fool: "No, the big brother uses personality to vouch, it's not useless magic, but the Olympiad math problems that can really add points, have you heard of the Olympics, it's pretty good......"

"If I go over, will you hit me?"

"Why should I hit you?" The logic of this bear child made the wandering poem difficult to understand for a while, and he couldn't keep up with the rhythm.