Four years later, Bei Bei had already gone to kindergarten, and Brother Dong had reached the age of 40 that year, and they had already bought a house with a mortgage in a community in the city, becoming a real house slave, and I was 26 years old at the time, and I was still unswervingly engaged in theft. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoSometimes Brother Dong and Tian Sisi will let me pick up Bei Bei from school because of work, so Bei Bei will get closer to me, Bei Bei calls me Uncle Zhuang, she always asks me some strange things, such as why she is called Bei Bei, and why there are two toilets in the kindergarten, and why her father only likes to sleep next to her mother, and does not like to sleep next to her. I thought it was boring, she definitely hadn't seen 100,000 whys.

Picking up Bei Bei from school is a very disadvantaged thing, in addition to helping her carry her school bag, she also has to pay out of pocket, because every time she will shout that she wants to go to a supermarket on the way home to buy snacks, ice cream today, lollipop tomorrow, anyway, I have to make up my money every time, and she won't ask for your opinion, run to the supermarket to see what you want, take your ass and leave, the boss will never stop her, the boss will only stop me from paying, I think Bei Bei must have colluded with the supermarket owner, she must have eaten kickbacks.

One day, she was also picking up Bei Bei home, still passing through the entrance of the supermarket, she was not in a hurry to go in and pick up the loot that day, but was attracted by a group of people around the road, in fact, I was also curious about what so many people were doing, so I took Bei Bei's little hand and walked towards the crowd, okay! The crowd is three layers inside and three layers outside.

There were also people inside who sighed: "Hey, what a miserable death!" ”

"It's just, it's so miserable, my head is crushed."

Everyone was gossiping, and a few young ladies were still taking pictures with apple cards, and when people outside heard it, they thought that it must be a very bloody event, including me, so they wanted to squeeze inside to see what was going on.

At this time, there was a man on the periphery who also wanted to take a look, but he couldn't squeeze in, so he thought of a bad idea, "Let it, let it, the deceased is my family." Hearing this, everyone hurriedly made a way. The man took the opportunity to get in, and I took Beibei's hand and squeezed to the front. Squeeze in and take a look, damn it! It turned out that a mouse was squashed. At this time, everyone looked at the man in surprise, and the man saw that the situation was not right, and immediately retreated, causing a group of people to burst into laughter.

"Uncle Zhuang, what were you laughing at just now?" Bei Bei asked me suspiciously.

"Laugh at that man." I said with a smile.

"Why are you laughing at him?" Bei Bei didn't understand, she couldn't comprehend that kind of funny scene at her age.

"Because he said that the mouse was his family, everyone laughed." I pointed to the rat on the ground that had been crushed into a cake by the tires of the car and said to Beibei.

"What is a mouse?" Bebe asked again, it seems that she doesn't know the animal.

"Rats are mice, very dirty and a lot of bacteria." I patiently explained.

"Are rats good-looking?" Bei Bei asked again.

"You kid, what's so nice about a mouse." I wanted to laugh at her for being stupid, but the next moment I couldn't.

"Uncle Zhuang, you lie. It's not good-looking, so why are you all watching? Little Beibei asked a difficult question to answer.

"Everyone is watching, so let's join in the fun." I said.

At that time, little Beibei was ignorant of what I said, but she remembered that scene in her reflection, so she had a full-score essay from her third grade of elementary school, entitled "A group of people watching rats on the side of the road." ”

Is it irony? I'll admit that it was my boredom that gave her a little inspiration, and even more so that there were people taking pictures of rat corpses. Speaking of essays, I am reminded of the hilarious Christmas when Bei Bei was in first grade, when the teacher asked the students to write their wishes in their workbooks. What is Babe's wish? What she wrote in her homework book was: "My wish is to receive a gift from the old man on the leftover egg festival day." ”

The teacher used a red pen to draw a double red line under the wish and corrected the error, "Child, it's Santa Claus." When I saw it, I laughed and peed, and that became the laughing stock I used to make fun of Beibei until she became an adult. But that typo did not have a profound impact on Beibei's language performance. Beibei's Chinese grades are very good, but mathematics is rotten, this is the so-called Chinese score of a hundred, mathematics fails, the result of partial subjects is to invite parents without finishing, the language is too good, the language teacher invites parents to share the tutoring experience in the class, mathematics is too bad, the mathematics teacher will invite parents to the class to discuss the problem of teaching reform, in short, that period of time is, if the language teacher is invited, Tian Sisi will go to the face to paste gold, if the mathematics teacher is invited, Brother Dong will be the bitter gourd face. Sometime in the fifth grade, Brother Dong was so angry that he almost vomited blood after coming back from school, because the math teacher was so angry with Bei Bei that he really vomited blood, and he also paid for the medical expenses. The specific situation is like this, it was a math class, Bei Bei couldn't understand 1+1=2 as usual, and Bei Bei was arranged by math teacher Hong Zhentao to the last row, "Dong Beibei, if you don't study well, don't affect the learning of other students." Mathematics teacher Hong Zhentao lifted up the glasses that fell to the bridge of his nose, and his words were sharp and contemptuous.

"Teacher, I've studied hard! I scored 30 points in this math test! It's an improvement from the last 28 points! Dong Beibei scratched her head and scratched her ears.

"You kid, you want to be angry with me! The total score is 100, and you take the test 30 and tell me about progress, progress. Hong Zhentao was so angry that there was smoke above his head, gritted his teeth, and smashed a piece of chalk into three sections towards the last row of Dong Beibei.

"Teacher, please don't throw it away." Dong Beibei please.

"What? I'm afraid!.

"No! Teacher, your level is so bad that you didn't hit me after throwing it so many times, I'm worried! Dong Beibei said.

"What are you worried about?" Hong Zhentao asked with a stingy anger.

"Teacher! To be honest, I have more chalk than you, and I'm worried that in the next Chinese class, Mr. Cai will have to swear again without chalk to write. Dong Beibei said frankly.

"What kind of swear words does he swear?" Hong Zhentao asked.

"I dare not say? Not conducive to unity. ”

"I want you to say it now, or I'll invite the parents." Hong Zhentao's angry threat.

"Then I confessed, don't you need to ask the parents?" Dong Beibei was a little afraid when she heard that she was going to invite her parents, and she dared to follow the real move, "Teacher Cai scolded which miscellaneous hair was eating chalk, and the box that Lao Tzu just received was gone." This is Mr. Cai's original words, it's none of my business! You yourself asked me to talk about it. Dong Beibei covered his face with a math book, leaving only two eyes to secretly watch Hong Zhentao's expression change.

"Poof...... Hahaha," the classroom burst into laughter.

"You ......" so Mr. Hong Zhentao was so angry that he spurted a mouthful of blood.

So, Dong Beibei still invited parents.