Chapter 189: Isn't it good?
What exactly will it be?
Is it also related to Bo Jinchen?
Will he be completely discredited?
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kept refreshing the email inbox, and Ah Yu's expression was very anxious.
100,000 points, for Ah Yu, who was expelled from the entertainment industry that he dreamed of since he was a child just after graduation, like a mouse crossing the street, of course it will not be a small number, but unfortunately, the purpose he cares so much about now is because of ......
Drip......
With a beep, Ah Yu's eyes stared at the contents of the email, and suddenly, the restlessness on his face at first quickly disappeared, replaced by bursts of ecstasy.
After a series of crashes yesterday, this morning, the crew of "Love, Crazy" was still on vacation, discussing how to make Yoo Sung-taek fall in love with White Jasmine.
Without having to meet those two self-righteous women, Bo Jinchen was in a good mood. Anyway, the contract he signed with the crew of "Love, Crazy" has a time limit, and if this drama really can't be completed, it will not be possible to push the blame on him.
"Daddy, Daddy, do I look good?
Looking at the oil bottle fluttering, holding a piece of drawing paper and trotting over with excitement on his face, a smile appeared on Bo Jinchen's face, probably, this is busy and idle, right?
"Hmm......"
Bo Jinchen chuckled, pretending to hesitate, ready to amuse his son again. On the side, Yan Mo, who was browsing the news with a virtual screen tablet, heard the words and joked sideways:
"An An, you draw pictures for Xiao Bu every day, do you want to send her after school starts?"
"yes, I'm going to draw that little flower!"
I didn't know what Uncle Yan was thinking about, so he nodded happily.
"However, after the school starts, you will give you a painting, and what gift will you give you after the school starts?"
The evil taste in Yan Mo's eyes was very obvious, and he waited for Xiao An'an to cry when he heard this.
Imagine painting a picture for the whole holiday, only to have the person you want to send the painting to forget about you...... Tsk, what a blow to a four-year-old oil bottle...... Tsk, it's really broken, I feel pity......
Of course, if you really cry tears and snot, how can you comfort this little pitiful?
Oh, his dad wasn't sitting there.
"Why, the gift should be small, and the small should be a gift......"
Hearing Yan Mo say that he would forget him if he was a little bit, the little face of the oil bottle suddenly became a little bitter, a pair of sword eyebrows that looked like Bo Jinchen pulled his eyebrows, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to make complex sentences, and he didn't explain it for a long time.
made Yan Mo, the bad uncle who originally wanted to bully Xiao Zhengtai, stunned. It seems that this rhythm is not quite right?
However, the bad uncle Yan Mo didn't understand, but his father Bo Jinchen did.
"An An wants to say, why do you send a little bit of a painting, and a little bit of a little bit will give you something, right?"
"Uh-huh......"
Looking at his handsome and smart daddy, the oil bottle nodded like pounding garlic, and his bright eyes were full of admiration.
His father is the smartest and most powerful person in the world!
"Not necessarily, first of all, not necessarily after school starts, the little ones will remember us An'an. Then, we An'an want to give a gift to Xiao Budian, but we don't want Xiao Budian to give a gift back to himself, right?"
"Uh-huh-hmm......"
In fact, the oil bottle didn't understand his father's tongue twister at all, but that didn't stop him from agreeing with it.
Daddy said that everything was right!
Speaking of which, the incident originally started when the teacher asked the children a question before the holiday, what is life as a holiday homework?
The education of the Han Empire was not rigid, and the curriculum on life education (lifeeducation) was fully absorbed from the experience of the Western European empire and the United Nations, and after the change of traditional Confucian education and the policy of ignoring the people, in order to prevent people's inferiority, disregard for the lives of others, or suicide, self-harm, and self-abuse, it was extracted from an independent curriculum.
In kindergarten, children are taught to face up to the existence of life, rather than thinking that they are the center of the world.
For example, in the second semester of kindergarten, children will be led to contact with animals and plants, and learn about the complexity and diversity of life in the world. Before graduating from the third semester, the teacher will take the children to the hospital to touch the pregnant woman's belly, knowing that a new life like him is born.
Then, in the primary school, the children will take the children to the ranch to deliver the calves and foals themselves with the help of the ranch staff, and to the hospital to send blessings to the terminally ill and listen to their lives. In this way, children can experience the preciousness and helplessness of life.
Later, in junior high school, children will be allowed to visit the morgue and witness the last moments of death until they are delivered to the morgue with the consent of the dying person and his family. From this, we understand the respect and reverence for life.
However, when asked this question by the oil bottle, Bo Jinchen did not give a general answer such as "the school will teach you", although this is indeed a systematic and progressive course. And Bo Jinchen couldn't take the oil bottle to the zoo or botanical garden in advance, after all, it was inconvenient for him to appear in public places.
Bo Jinchen just gently touched the head of the oil bottle, and said softly, "Life is a flower that blooms in the wind, with different shapes, colors, and postures. β
"Is that person a flower too?"
The oil bottle asked with his head held high.
"Yes, people too. β
"Will it stay on?"
"Yes, it's a flower that blooms all the time. β
"That'...... What kind of flower would the little one look like?"
"Daddy doesn't know, the flowers that bloom in the wind will change little by little. Perhaps, today it was carried by the wind to the Gobi, and tomorrow, it will come to the sea. β
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So, there is the previous scene.
Ignoring Uncle Yan, who was having a bad taste next to him, dragged the oil bottle and ran to his small table with the drawing paper, and continued to paint. Red, green, yellow...... With so many watercolor pens on the table, he could still draw many, many more.
didn't succeed in teasing, but instead taught Bo Jinchen to erect a big banner in An'an again, touched his nose, and pretended to bury him:
"Ahem, Jinchen, aren't we An'an...... It's kind of stupid......"
Seeing that Bo Jinchen, the father, did not refute, a hint of teasing quickly flashed in his eyes, and he said:
"You see, although An An looks like you, this temperament is ...... But I didn't inherit half of your shrewdness, you kid can't teach yourself to suffer, how can you get to An An, it's stupid......"
"Isn't it good?"
Raising his eyebrows, Bo Jinchen looked at his own oil bottle and took a pen to smear on the drawing paper, and a warm smile appeared in his eyes:
"Ten points for tens, or ten points for one point, these are things in the adult world, and children are no longer naΓ―ve if they know that they must gain if they give up. β
"Hmm......"
It was so small that it wasn't teased, and the big ones weren't teased, Yan Mo shrugged his shoulders and continued to look back at his virtual screen, however, this one ......
"Jinchen, it's not good!"
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