Emarimaru's interest in life is to start from a scumbag.

His father is a scholar, his mother is a scholar, his grandparents, and grandparents are all amazing characters, but he is the only one who is very much like his little uncle.

"Hey, sad."

A sigh from Emaru.

Jiang Yingchi asked him what was wrong, and Jiang Mararu said in a tone of old god: "Dad, the teacher said that when you learn, you learn it, don't you also say it?" But I don't care at all. ”

Jiang Yingchi: "What does it mean?" ”

Emaru: "It means that the baby is no longer happy." ”

Jiang Yingchi: "How can I be happy?" ”

Emaru: "Actually, the baby's happiness is very simple, next time dad assigns less homework horns, the baby will be very happy." ”

Jiang Yingchi: "Okay, continue to copy the 26 English letters ten times." ”

Emaru: "......"

Hmph, hate dad for a minute, no, add a minute this time.

Hmph.

Emaru is sad, but he likes his father too much and admires him too much, because he wants to become a great character like his father, and then he can say to his father in turn: You, go and copy the 26 English letters ten times!

……

The weather today is not very good.

Jiang Maru came out with a schoolbag on his back, he who had always been self-reliant and self-reliant, and rarely wanted to hug, walked straight to Jiang Yingchi's legs, stretched out his two hands and begged for a hug: "Dad, hug the baby." ”

Jiang Yingchi ignored it at first: "Go by yourself." ”

The child struggled for the second time, still holding out his two little hands: "Dad, you want to hug." ”

Jiang Yingchi looked down at him.

Seeing the little guy's expression of almost crying, Jiang Ying was silent for two seconds, then leaned over and hugged the little guy who was about to cry with an aggrieved face.

When he arrived in his father's arms, Emaru finally couldn't bear it anymore, buried his face in his father's arms, and cried loudly, twitching his shoulders while crying, and his crying was also twitching, which was heart-wrenching to hear.

Jiang Yingchi frowned and asked him, "If you have something, just say it." ”

The child was just crying, and he was crying so sadly, he just didn't say anything.

Jiang Yingchi ran out of patience, but his son cried too much, this was a rare time, Jiang Yingchi still patiently carried him out of the kindergarten, and then threw the little guy in the car.

Close the door and let the driver drive.

Then, Jiang Maru moved over, and went to Jiang Yingchi's arms again, rubbing a handful of snot and tears on Jiang Yingchi's business suit, which made Jiang Yingchi frown, and pushed away in disgust, but his hand was not willing to use any force: "If you have something, just say it, don't just cry blindly, crying can't solve the problem, forget how I taught you?" ”

Emaru's voice was choked, his lower mouth was turned out, and a pair of fawn-like eyes were full of water: "Dad." ”

"Hmm."

"Daddy, baby's little turtle lost the game."

"If you lose, you lose, if you can afford to lose, what's the matter with crying?"

"Kesu, Kesu baby is really sad, the baby is not a little turtle, the baby is not a little turtle."

Emaru said that sentence pitifully twice, and the more he said it, the more aggrieved he became, his mouth kept turning out, and he was about to cry again.

As a result, his chin was lifted by a wide palm, and his wet eyes met his father's eyes that were not angry.

Then, Jiang Yingchi said: "If you win, you have to win beautifully, and if you lose, you have to lose convincingly, since you have lost, you are not as good as others." Also, what don't you want to be a little turtle? ”

Emaru: "That's, yes, it's the little turtle that's cute, Dad, you don't know." ”