"Little Girl~"

"Wake up early in the morning~"

"Hiding under the covers~"

"Playing hooligan~"

Early in the morning, after Nie Xiaoqian had eaten and drunk enough, he rode out on a small car.

His voice was loud and clear, the eldest girl blushed, and the little daughter-in-law smiled.

Ignorant boys and girls only think it's good, and subconsciously remember this nice and easy-to-remember nursery rhyme.

There are some things that you understand and you don't understand.

If you understand, you understand, and if you don't understand, you don't understand.

The explanation is not clear, and when I grow up, I will understand.

No matter who it is, it will understand when it is time to understand.

Or when you wake up one day, or when you are thinking about life one day, you suddenly understand!

I don't know the meaning of the song when I hear it at first, and I am already a person in the song when I listen to it again.

Nie Xiaoqian, a ten-year-old child with an IQ lower than this age and a knowledge reserve higher than this age, quickly attracted the little girls who kicked shuttlecock nearby with his chic temperament and unique charm.

Soon, a lively and active girl leader stopped Nie Xiaoqian.

"What song are you singing?" Liu Xiaomin took the initiative to talk to this boy.

Little girls are all good at socializing, and not all are thin-skinned little boys.

Nie Xiaoqian stopped the car and said proudly: "It's not a song, it's a poem I wrote." ”

Little girls from the neighborhood gathered, all elementary school students or kindergarten children.

At this time, boys and girls also play separately, and only boys who are not accompanied by boys will play with girls.

Liu Xiaomin quickly and seriously said: "I can also write poems, and when I write essays, I am writing poems!" ”

Nie Xiaoqian looked down on these little girls and said disdainfully: "You are writing poetry, but I am a poet!" ”

"You're a liar!" Liu Xiaomin retorted without thinking: "You are so young, how can you be a poet?" What kind of poet are you? ”

Nie Xiaoqian, who was questioned, shouted anxiously: "I am a troubadour!" ”

Liu Xiaomin didn't know what a troubadour was, and looked at the girls around her.

"What is a mimeographed poet?"

The rest of the girls didn't understand this either, and they all shook their heads.

Nie Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that they didn't understand, and said boastfully: "It's a foreign profession!" My dad is an American, and foreigners pay him a salary! He also receives the salary of the RB people! ”

Several little girls suddenly showed envious and adoring looks.

This is the magic capital, everyone is friendly people at home and abroad, and many people with a wealth of interest go to study abroad, or go abroad to study.

Being able to receive a salary from abroad is a great thing for children.

Liu Xiaomin quickly said: "Can you teach me to write poetry?" ”

"Humph! Flatter yourself! Nie Xiaoqian raised his head, "I won't play with you!" ”

Nie Xiaoqian, who was proud and satisfied, soon rode a small car and continued to sing poetry in the community.

"Little Girl~"

"Wake up early in the morning~"

"Hiding under the covers~"

"Playing hooligan~"

After more than half an hour, Nie Tenglong ran to the troubadour's troubadour out of breath, and it took a lot of effort to catch the troubadour's car.

"Go acting! I'll go to school in a few days......" Nie Tenglong gasped and said angrily: "Don't make trouble in the community all day in the future!" ”

"Oh." Nie Xiaoqian happened to be tired of playing, so he obediently got off the cart, "Dad, you're tired, you sit down and I'll push you away." ”

Nie Tenglong was moved and angry, "Dad doesn't need this, I'll arrange it for you from the crew, you can just go over to act on the weekend, and usually go to school honestly, you know?" I'll rent you a house next to the school, and then you can walk a few steps to school without having to ride. ”

Hearing about the house, it is as if an event embedded in the genetic instinct is triggered!

"No rent! I don't live in a rented house, I want to buy it! Nie Xiaoqian quickly lost his temper and insisted on buying a house.

Nie Tenglong said helplessly: "Okay, okay, just buy it." ”

Nie Xiaoqian jumped happily, like a happy little girl, ticking forward.

"Little Girl~"

"Stop singing! Stop singing! Nie Tenglong hurriedly ran over and covered his son's mouth.

Now the people around are saying that this child is not educated, which parent taught this kind of child, Nie Tenglong just wants to move quickly now.

Driven by the evil forces of the unlucky child, Nie Tenglong soon bought a two-bedroom residential building 50 meters away from the elementary school.

300,000 full amount.

This amount of money is nothing to Nie Tenglong, not only did he receive subsidies from the Tokyo government, but he also took no less money from the United States.

Of course, this is all extra income, and as an internationally renowned writer, American screenwriter, and TV Tokyo special expert professor, this money is reasonable.

The matter of making money is just a by-product for Nie Tenglong, the main thing is that he wants to pursue literary achievements and social status, and he actually doesn't want to accumulate too much wealth and attract attention in wealth.

Early the next morning, Nie Xiaoqian was sent to the crew nursery, and Nie Tenglong went to arrange school affairs and greeted the school leaders in advance.

A person of international standing like him would not generally let people work in vain.

Although the school will definitely welcome him, the only Nobel Prize writer in China, Nie Tenglong still has to donate a little money.

Because Nie Xiaoqian was not very smart, and because he felt that his son would definitely cause trouble, Nie Tenglong took a comprehensive look and chose the old famous school, the First Central Primary School, referred to as the No. 1 Middle School.

One in the middle

The principal welcomed Nie Tenglong with the director and teachers of the school, and everyone sat down in the conference room.

The principal said: "We all know Nie Xiaoqian's situation, considering Teacher Nie's situation, why didn't we choose a foreign Chinese primary school?" ”

Nie Tenglong smiled: "This is my alma mater, I have a deeper affection for here, I am Chinese, and my son will definitely be Chinese in the future." ”

The principal nodded and asked, "I know this, please rest assured, we will definitely teach this child well." ”

Nie Tenglong said: "I don't have high requirements for my son, this child is not as smart as ordinary children, but he is not really stupid, he can listen to you when you reason with him, so don't beat him, don't scold him, don't care about academic performance and the like, I will compensate for what you break." ”

Zhang Aili, who had just come to the school to teach for a year, heard Nie Tenglong's request and blurted out: "I recommend going to the nursery school for this kind of thing." ”

Nie Tenglong was talking to the leaders about his son in a good voice, when he heard that someone suddenly tore the fig leaf, and suddenly his old face was very unsightly.

The leaders of the school also looked at this young man unhappily, and Zhang Aili also realized the trouble, and lowered her head in embarrassment and pretended to be an ostrich.

Another fashionable female teacher said: "I am Ding Liyi, who teaches foreign languages, and there happens to be a vacant seat in our class, but our class is an ordinary class, and I am now in charge of the sixth grade." ”

Nie Tenglong said indifferently: "Okay, the ordinary class is fine, there is no difference in the number of grades, my son is not small, just let him sit in the last row, but don't arrange those bad children next to him, I'm afraid that I will teach my son badly." ”

The sixth grade of the first central primary school soon ushered in a special transfer student.

The troubadour who runs through the magic capital, Nie Xiaoqian!