Tu Mochu stopped driving her away, and Jing Lin was very happy.

She was carrying a cloth schoolbag, which Lin Fangfei bought for her at the bazaar yesterday, and a small panda doll was hung on it.

Jing Lin has liked this schoolbag very much for two lifetimes, and now it is almost half her size, so even if she grows up, the schoolbag is still very practical, and she has been carrying it for a long time. At least for the rest of her third-grade memories, it stayed with her.

Jing Lin lovingly put her schoolbag into the desk. Teacher Zhou began to arrange the distribution of books.

Preschool is particularly difficult, because preschool is the transition stage between kindergarten and primary school, kindergarten discipline is loose, children mainly play together, to preschool, you have to learn to talk about discipline, teachers not only need to encourage, but also must be strict, graceful and powerful in order to manage the playful children.

Zhou Ling asked, "Which child can help the teacher distribute a book?" ”

Many small hands scrambled to raise them, and Yang Jun was even more active to jump up. Zhou Ling smiled and nodded to Yang Jun, and the other four children sent books together.

The preschool textbook has colorful pictures, and the book is heavy in my hand. Children can only take five or six books at a time, and Zhou Ling was originally to exercise their enthusiasm, so it doesn't matter if they send it slowly.

The children who got the new preschool books for the first time couldn't wait to open them.

Yang Jun's eyes rolled. The corners of a book pressed at the bottom were rolled up, he picked up the book, walked to the first table by the window, and threw it on Tu Mochu's desk.

The textbook kicks up a little dust, and the rolled corners are particularly noticeable.

Tu Mochu took the textbook with an expressionless face and wrote his name. He held the pen in a correct posture and wrote on the front page "Tu Mochu in the first class of preschool".

Tu Mochu turned his head and found that Jing Lin was staring at him. A few strands of hair fell from her buds, and the ribbons fell, unaware of it. She sat so close, with an incredible milky scent, a small lump, and her eyes were clean.

Seeing Tu Mo look at her for the first time, Jing Lin showed a bright smile.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes and gave Jing Lin a clean and brand-new textbook. Jing Lin said, "Thank you." ”

Yang Jun snorted and went to send the next person. Although he hated Tu Mochu, he didn't anger Jing Lin. But if Jing Lin insists on playing with the little mute, then it may be enough!

Jing Lin opened the new book, first curiously flipped through the content and beautiful pictures, and then wrote her name neatly.

Tu Mochu didn't squint, and didn't care if the little girl could write her name, or what she wrote.

From the beginning of the book, the class was chaotic, and the children chattered non-stop. Zhou Ling is not in a hurry, she has many years of teaching experience and knows how to manage this group of children. She first gave the children time to get to know each other at the front and back tables, and the classroom suddenly became lively.

Jing Lin was poked with a pencil behind her, she turned around, and a thin girl smiled and said, "My name is Jon, what's your name?" ”

"My name is Jing Lin."

Jon quietly glanced at Tu Mochu at the front table, but he didn't dare to talk.

Jon's tablemate also came over to talk, it was a little boy with a few freckles on his face, "My name is Sheng Mingxuan, and I'm five years old this year. ”

No one paid attention to Tu Mochu, and he didn't mind, he quietly flipped through the book alone.

Jing Lin met a new friend, and for some reason, Tu Mochu's heart was no longer as calm as before, and he even had an angry mood of wanting to tear her little bud apart. He calmed his breath and continued to read quietly.

Preschool and kindergarten have different schedules, and school ends at half past eleven at noon. A group of children who have just come from kindergarten have been looking forward to seeing their parents for a long time.

Zhou Ling smiled, "Mom and Dad won't come to pick you up at the door of the classroom, the teacher has to take you to the school gate to line up, and the students must stand neatly in order!" ”

Other children all walked like this, except for Tu Mochu, because of his special body, Tu Yiqian rode the motorcycle directly to the school.

Tu Yiqian picked up his son, and when he passed by the vehicle passage at the school gate, he saw Xiao Jinglin, who was waiting in line obediently. Because of her young age, she is also a little shorter, with a round little face and a messy bud.

Tu Yiqian couldn't help but smile, "Linlin is also here for preschool, and she is in the same class as you, Mo Chu, let's take her home by the way." "Jing Lin's family doesn't have a car, it's not a short distance, such a little guy has to walk back by himself, Rao is Tu Yiqian is also a little distressed.

Tu Mochu still has the nameless fire in the classroom left. He said calmly, "Dad, it's better to say goodbye." In case her mother has already come to pick her up, she will be in a hurry if she doesn't see her. ”

Tu Yiqian thought about it, and his son was right, so he continued to drive forward on a motorcycle.

Tu Mochu's expression was faint, and he turned his head and glanced diagonally back.

The female doll in the crowd had clear and bright eyes, and watched in amazement as their father and son's motorcycles roared by, she recognized Uncle Tu's car, raised the corners of her mouth, and waved her hands vigorously and joyfully, as if to say "Goodbye Tu Mochu"!

Tu Mochu pursed his lips and withdrew his gaze.

Since Lin Fen knew that Jing Lin had gone to preschool, her whole person was not good.

In front of the sewing machine in the garment factory, Lin Fen chatted with Lin Fangfei, "Your Linlin is only four years old, what should I do if I can't keep up with the progress when I send it to preschool at such a young age?" ”

Lin Fangfei's heart is bubbling with beauty, but after getting along with Lin Fen for so many years, there must be a set of different things on the outside. She kept making clothes in her hands, and replied: "Linlin has a little talent for studying, and she can do arithmetic problems, and she asked to go to preschool herself." ”

The sewing machine next to him was stunned, and Lin Fen was almost pricked by a needle. She gritted her teeth, feeling very uncomfortable. Chen Meixi is more than half a month older than Jing Lin, she is playing games in kindergarten, Jing Lin actually went to preschool, so isn't her daughter always one level lower than Lin Fangfei's daughter? That's not going to work!

As soon as she got home, Lin Fen discussed with her husband Chen Jun, "Why don't we send Meixi to preschool, anyway, the primary school is near, let's talk to the teacher." ”

Chen Jun disagreed, "Meixi is only four years old. ”

"What's wrong with a four-year-old? Jing Lin's stupid girl has gone to preschool! ”

"Don't call other people's children stupid."

Lin Fen disagreed, "Isn't it stupid, I heard the kindergarten teacher say that Jing Lin learns things slower than ordinary people, and our Meixi is so smart, it must be okay to send it to preschool." The more she thought about it, the more urgent she became, walking around the house, and twisting Chen Jun, "Are you troublesome?" I'm telling you, we have to get this thing done, we are going to preschool this year! ”

Chen Jun was helpless, he couldn't stand Lin Fen's unreasonableness and stalking, so he could only do it, he was a teacher, and it was much easier to do it than the Jing family.

Lin Fen pulled Chen Meixi and instructed: "Meixi, my mother told you that you will soon go to preschool, you have to study hard in school, do you know what the teacher said?" The exam must be better than Jing Lin's. ”

Chen Meixi, known as the "little jade girl", had a serious expression on her face and nodded solemnly.

Lin Fen was finally relieved. That night, she had a dream, her family Meixi came back with a hundred points in the final exam, and Jing Lin, the stupid girl downstairs, only scored fifty points, and Lin Fangfei's nose was almost crooked. Lin Fen couldn't help but laugh out loud in her dreams.

Because preschool is farther away than kindergarten, Jing Lin has to get up early in the morning. She wakes up sleepy-eyed every day, and when she goes out, she is full of energy.

Lin Fangfei and Jing Zhenhao are not on the way to school, but the garment factory is not so strict, and they are both piecework wages, so it doesn't hurt to go to work later, so sending Jing Lin to school falls on Lin Fangfei.

Chen Meixi was sent to school by her father Chen Jun, because Chen Jun was originally a teacher in the experimental primary school.

Jing Lin was wearing a light green coat, it didn't rain today, and her little buds weren't messy.

Chen Jun walked all the way, and the students shouted "Teacher Chen" is good, and Chen Meixi, who was walking beside Chen Jun, naturally became the object of everyone's attention.

"Wow, is that Teacher Chen's daughter?"

"It's said to look like Mi Chun, but today I look like it!"

"This is the little girl."

In the midst of all kinds of envy, Chen Meixi straightened her back and walked towards the teaching building. At a young age, she will not hide her pride when she is praised, and the teacher's child is undoubtedly a decent identity in school.

Jing Lin didn't envy her much, Chen Meixi was already good-looking!

Jing Lin clutched the only big red apple in her schoolbag, thinking about how to distribute it to Tu Mochu.

According to Lin Fen's request, Chen Meixi also entered the preschool class.

Teacher Zhou Ling was a little worried. There were just 50 students in the class, but now there is a colleague's child Chen Meixi, where should I be placed?

When Teacher Jiang heard this, he subconsciously thought of letting Tu Mochu sit alone. He had already seen that Tu Mochu had a withdrawn personality and was unwilling to deal with any of the children in the class, often immersed in his own world, and ignored his little tablemate Jing Lin. If Jing Lin and Chen Meixi are allowed to be at the same table, Tu Mochu's single appearance does not seem to have any impact on him.

Teacher Jiang and Teacher Zhou Ling talked about this idea. Zhou Ling couldn't help frowning, "This is not good, the disabled child is fragile and sensitive, let Jing Lin and Chen Meixi be at the same table, what will Tu Mochu think in his heart?" ”

Teacher Jiang pushed his glasses, "I have focused on observing in the past few days, Tu Mochu doesn't like to communicate with people, Jing Lin loves to laugh, she is cute, and her popularity is good, but Tu Mochu doesn't pay attention to her." I found that several times Jing Lin was a little over, and Tu Mochu pushed her arm, as if he couldn't tolerate anyone invading his domain. ”

Tu Mochu had the Chu River and Han Realm in his heart, and Jinglin was not allowed to cross it. The cute female doll has few tendons, and she has been coldly pushed out of the line by Tu Mochu every time.

In Teacher Jiang's opinion, a boy like Tu Mochu is too selfish and indifferent, he will not accept Xiao Jinglin or any of his tablemates, it is better to simply let him sit alone.

Zhou Ling did not agree with the plan proposed by Teacher Jiang, it had been a week since the preschool started, but she found that Tu Mochu had not raised his hand once and said that he would ask the teacher to help him go to the toilet.

Zhou Ling saw the little boy's chapped lips in the summer, and immediately understood. Tu Mochu is a child with strong self-esteem and sensitivity, although his expression on the surface has not changed much, but no one knows what he thinks in his heart. Changing seats could cause him a lot of harm, and Zhou Lingjue didn't think it was a good idea.

However, the fact that Mr. Jiang mentioned Tu Mochu's promotion of Jinglin also made Zhou Ling a little embarrassed. If Tu Mochu really bullied Jing Lin, it would not be appropriate for Jing Lin to continue to sit with him.

Zhou Ling thought about it and decided to observe and observe first.

In the morning, Teacher Zhou brought Chen Meixi to the classroom and asked her to introduce herself.

Chen Meixi's child was wearing a white princess dress, her soft long hair was scattered, she always remembered to imitate Mi Chun with a smile and a smile, her expression was calm, and she said seriously: "My name is Chen Meixi, I am four years old this year, and I hope to get along with my classmates." ”

This is what Chen Meixi's father Chen Jun taught, and after Chen Meixi finished speaking, Zhou Ling took the lead in applauding. At this time, Chen Meixi was undoubtedly the most beautiful child in the class, and there was sincere applause in the classroom.

Jing Lin never had a white dress when she was a child, and Lin Fangfei was afraid that children would get dirty easily. Chen Meixi may be the only one in the class who can wear a white princess dress.

Chen Meixi was temporarily arranged at the first table at the door of the classroom, sitting alone, she was young, and she inevitably felt aggrieved.

Chen Meixi thought to herself, everyone has the same table, but she doesn't, it's not like this in kindergarten, the children in the kindergarten like to play with her, and the legless Tu Mochu has the same table, why does she want to sit alone? Wasn't it Tu Mochu who was alone before? She wanted to go home and miss her mother, but when she saw Jing Lin on the other side of the classroom, she felt that she couldn't go back!

At the end of the first class, Chen Meixi was surrounded by several children. There are children who used to go to kindergarten together, and there are also children who think Chen Meixi is good-looking and looks like star Mi Chun. Chen Meixi felt the superiority of the stars holding the moon, and her heart felt better.

Jing Lin carefully took out the washed apples from her school bag. The big apple is red, and Lin Fangfei was afraid that she would be hungry at school, so she specially prepared it for her.

She turned her head to look at her tablemate, "Tu Mochu, do you eat apples?" ”

Tu Mochu was writing carefully in his homework book, the sunlight was shining in through the window, and the position by the window was a little dazzling. His eyes were lowered, his gaze was always on his homework book, and he did not speak. He ignored her, and Jing Lin understood, this is what he meant, don't bother him.

She turned her head happily and asked Jon and Sheng Mingxuan if they were eating. Both kids in the back row nodded.

Tu Mochu clenched the pencil in his hand, in the end, he was too small to hold his breath. He turned his head to see that his little table mate was splitting apples with a knife. The ribbon on her bud trembled slightly, and it was very difficult to divide it.

His gaze turned to the knife, which was the knife that Jing Lin usually used to sharpen pencils, perhaps because the girl's mother had taught Jing Lin to wash it with water before he began to cut it.

Tu Mochu's mouth pursed into a straight line. He wasn't happy. He doesn't eat apples, Jing Lin eats himself and he has no opinion, but Jon and Sheng Mingxuan eat, and that kind of anger rises uncontrollably in an instant.

This well-behaved, stupid, good-tempered little group can make his displeasure and irritability reach the peak.

When Jing Lin was distributing the apples, Yang Jun came. The little fat man is greedy and thick-skinned, he asked Xiao Jinglin for apples, even if Xiao Jinglin has the memory of the third grade, she is still simple, and her heart is not twisted and turned, so she gives it generously.

Yang Jun bit the sweet apple, his cheeks bulged, and he said compassionately: "Jing Lin, I will take you to catch sparrows during the Chinese New Year this year." ”

Jing Lin's eyes were shining, and she nodded with a smile.

Yang Jun hummed a song and left.

Tu Mochu's refill suddenly broke. He instantly realized that Xiao Jinglin was good to everyone, and he was not the special one, so he thought it was ...... He thought it was ......