Qing Yiyi began to study in this kindergarten at the age of more than 2 years, and this year is already a kindergarten class, Grandpa Zhang has never seen Qing Xiran pick up Qing Yiyi from school one by one, rain or shine, and has never let others do it for him.

Suddenly a person came out, saying that it was Qing Yiyi's step-grandmother, and she didn't have a good relationship with Qing Xiran, Grandpa Zhang would definitely not let Peng Yuanying go in to pick up the child.

In case something happens, the kindergarten has to be responsible, and the children are so expensive now, who can afford this responsibility.

That Peng Yuanying's nose was crooked, and he was blocked by Grandpa Zhang, and shouted at Qingxi Ran's back:

"Ranran, Ranran, I'm Yiyi's grandmother, I want to see my granddaughter, you let me go in and pick up the child with you, Ran Ran ......"

She won't give up, today she just came to explore the way, know which kindergarten Qing Yiyi is going to, the next step is to find out where Qing Yiyi's classroom is, and then find a way to have a good relationship with the head teacher.

When the time comes, it will be logical to take Qing away one by one, hide it so that Qing Xiran will not see her daughter, there is a hostage in her hands, and she will not be afraid that Qing Xiran will not sign the quota transfer procedures.

Peng Yuanying's abacus played very well, and she always thought that when she got the pass, she and Li Xiaoxing would be half successful in entering the safe zone......

Qing Xiran turned her head with a cold face, glanced at Peng Yuanying with sarcasm, and turned her head into the kindergarten building.

Passing by the administrative front desk of the kindergarten, Qing Xiran endured the throbbing brain, leaned over with a pale face, and asked Teacher Long at the front desk,

"Why is there only one security guard for Grandpa Zhang today? And what about a great-grandfather? ”

Their kindergarten has always had two security guards.

"Alas......"

Teacher Long shook his head and sighed:

"Mom, great-grandfather is gone."

"Gone?"

"We also received a call from Great-Grandpa's home this morning, and when Great-Grandpa was sleeping at home last night, he suddenly lost his breath, and his family rushed him to the hospital, but ......"

Although Grandpa Zeng and Grandpa Zhang have reached the age of 60, they are both stationed and retired, and their bodies are very healthy, and they are also very amiable on weekdays, and they are very loved by children.

How could it suddenly be gone?

Qing Xiran collected another piece of death information, and the data in her mind changed slightly, but the magnitude was not large, and if she was not a person who was very sensitive to numbers, she would not care about such a change in numbers at all.

Her heart was a little heavy, and she looked back at the parents who were walking into the classrooms of their children one after another, and there were a few fewer parents here today than yesterday.

It's a few fewer than last week, and even a little less than last month.

She silently said goodbye to Teacher Long, went up to the second floor, and successively some parents picked up their children from the second floor to the first floor, Qing Xiran turned sideways all the way, and the innocent face in front of her was brushed, and her headache finally improved.

"Mom!"

Qing Yiyi, who is cute and white and well-behaved, has been staring at the door of the classroom for a long time, and as soon as she saw Qing Xiran's figure appear, her body wearing a small pink down jacket jumped up from the small bench, and then bypassed a few adults, and walked quickly with her short legs to Qing Xiran.

She bent down, picked up her daughter, who was about to be four years old, tilted her head, leaned her face over, and took a bite of her mother's face one by one.

Then, Qing Xiran smiled and turned the other side of her face again, Qing Yi hugged her mother's neck one by one, and took a sip on the other side of her mother's face.

"Are you good today?"

Qing Xiran began to ask one by one.

There are two small tugs on the head of the little milk doll, which are tied with pink bands, and a small pink flower is on one of the bands, and the little girl nodded and replied seriously and proudly:

"I'm so good, I only cry once at noon."

"Really, you're so good, you only cry once."

Qing Xiran had an exaggerated expression, put them down one by one, and patted her little head,

"Go get your bag, let's go to the supermarket."

Then, Qing Xiran took advantage of the time when she jumped up and down to get the small schoolbag one by one, and talked to the head teacher about Qing Yiyi's crying at noon today.

The head teacher, Mr. Jiang, is a young girl who has just graduated from kindergarten, and she actually looks older than Qing Xiran.

In fact, Qing Xiran looks very young.

No matter how old-fashioned the clothes she wears, that face has a faint childishness, if it weren't for the fact that many teachers in the kindergarten have seen Qing Xiran's ID card, they would definitely think that Qing Xiran is only 18 years old this year.

The years did not leave any traces on her because Qing Xiran gave birth to a child.

She is like this, and when she goes out and says that she has just graduated from high school, everyone believes her.

Her age seems to have stopped at 18, and time never flowed again.

I only heard Mr. Jiang sigh and say:

"Yangyang in our class didn't say 5+2=100 at noon today, and I quarreled with him one by one and said 5+2=7, and as a result, the two children fought over this matter."

"It's terrible, she's still fighting!"

Qing Xiran could hear the upper half of her body leaning back, and looked at Yiyi and Yangyang in the classroom in surprise, the two children were leaning together and whispering, and they were giggling for a while, not knowing what happy things they were talking about.

The world of children is really incomprehensible, didn't Teacher Jiang say that at noon, the two children still fight? At this time, the conflict will be turned into a jade silk?

Teacher Jiang also saw this scene, and Chong Qingxi smiled strangely:

"Yiyi's mother, I think our class Yiyi is a very smart child, she is not yet four years old, but she already knows two-digit addition and subtraction, did you sign her up for any mental arithmetic tutoring class?"

"Nope."

Qing Xiran, who had a headache when she heard the word "mental arithmetic", shook her head, her half-length hair fell on her cheeks, making her face more and more petite and fragile, she explained:

"I don't know where she learned, I didn't teach her at home."

This is definitely not something to show off, because Qing Xiran knows the hardships of practicing mental arithmetic, so since she gave birth to Qing Yiyi, she has never cultivated Qing Yiyi's mental arithmetic at all.

But the talent was brought out from Qing Yiyi's mother's womb, and Qing Xiran was called to enter the highest garrison team of mental arithmetic at the age of 8, because she was talented in calculation since she was a child.

Obviously, Qing Yi inherited her talent one by one.

"That's a pity, Yiyi's mother, I think you can cultivate Yiyi well in this regard, she is really smart."

Teacher Jiang had some regret in his eyes, turned around and took a form, and said to Qing Xiran:

"This is a small dragon mental arithmetic training institution specializing in training children's mental arithmetic. I heard that for gifted children, this institution is all free. ”