Children's words are rude, children's words are rude!

"Why?" Lin Er tilted his head, his face full of confusion. "Dad said before that grandpa died at the age of 68. The headmaster's mother-in-law is already 66 years old. Can she only live for two years?"

Lin Yian: “…”

No, really not.

If you don’t have to die when you reach 68.

Lin Yian pinched the corners of his eyes laughed and cried, feeling that he had dug a big hole for himself, or a big hole for his abyss.

"It's not like this." Lin Yi'an organized the words carefully, hoping to use a language that children can understand, and try to express what he wants to say concisely and clearly.

"Sixty-eight does not necessarily mean death, and sixty-six does not necessarily mean death. Some people die at the age of sixty."

"Ah?" Lin Er seemed to be confused by his string of tongue twisters, and hesitantly said, "Dad said, is the headmaster's mother-in-law actually dead at the age of 60?"

Lin Yian: "?"

Liner: "Can you die completely until you are sixty-eight years old?"

Lin Yian: “…”

No, he really didn't mean that.

This problem is really hard to tell.

It was not until the child went to elementary school and the golden retriever he raised at home died unexpectedly that the child began to truly understand the meaning of "death" and "departure".

During that time, Liner was always depressed and often stared at the golden retriever's nest in a daze.

The old lady was afraid of affecting her mood, so she took advantage of Lin Yian's business trip and quietly packed up the doghouse.

The company had a cross-border cooperation that needed to be negotiated. As Lin Er was on the winter vacation, Lin Yian took the children with him and took them to Spain.

I didn't return from Spain until the eve of school.

Although it is only the second grade of elementary school, Haida University Affiliated Primary School has assigned homework to students.

One of them is a holiday diary.

As we all know, elementary school students’ holiday diaries = write thirty articles a day and make up randomly.

The first class in the morning is Chinese.

The young Chinese teacher stood on the podium, holding a diary, frowned and tightly: "Wen Miao, why do you have these thirty winter holiday diaries in each article have the name of "A Day to Wash My Brother and My Uncle's Foot"?"

Wen Miao answered sincerely: "Because your feet need to be washed every day."

Chinese teacher: “…”

I understand the truth, but this seems to be not the point.

The Chinese teacher sighed: "Teacher knows, the teacher means you wash your brother and uncle's feet every day? Are your brother and your uncle's feet smelly?"

Wen Miao blinked.

She didn't know whether it was smelly or not, because she had never put it into practice. But during the holidays, she always saw the public service advertisement "Mom, wash your feet, I'll tell you the story of the little duck." She wrote this advertisement into a holiday diary.

The Chinese teacher continued: "Also, why do you need to wash your brother and your uncle's feet? Generally, it shouldn't be for your parents? Forget it, I won't ask you first, let your brother..."

Speaking of this, the teacher paused slightly, and suddenly remembered that he had met her brother when school started - also a child. The teacher changed his words: "Let your parents come tomorrow."

"Teacher." Wen Miao raised his hand, "My parents are on a business trip in another place and will not be back next month. Can I let my uncle come tomorrow?"

"Yes." The teacher nodded, "Uncle can do it too."

Putting down the diary in your hand, the teacher picked up the next one: "Okay, He Yin, don't laugh. Although you didn't wash your brother and uncle's feet every day, you help the old lady cross the road every day. Isn't that a little unreasonable?"

He Yin: "..."

Ah, then next time I will write about helping grandpa?

"Why, is this old lady waiting for you to help her at the intersection every day? Thirty days, you help her thirty times, and it is unreasonable not to award you a medal of 'Enthian Little Guard'. You are too outrageous, so let your parents come here tomorrow."

The teacher continued to get a book with some headaches, and looked down at the name on it: "Qin Ke."

She took a deep breath and opened her mind and said, "On a dark and windy night, I got sick and fever. My father was so anxious that he carried me to the hospital in the rain. It was so raining that he stepped on me in the puddle, his shoes disappeared, and he fell a big fuck. Finally, my father and I both entered the emergency room together."

After reading, the teacher closed his eyelids, which were beating straight and said calmly: "Tomorrow, you will bring your dad here. I want to see how your dad fell into the emergency room."

“…”

In the next book, the teacher continued to call out the name, his eyelids were twitching: "Lynn, your holiday life is so wonderful? Follow your dad to dance every day? Your dad likes to dance??"

"Yeah." Lin Er nodded seriously.

"..." the teacher asked, "Where is the Wandi?"

"Date with beautiful sister." Lin Er said.

"..." The teacher's face was wonderful. After a while, he issued a notice, "Tell your father that I'll come here tomorrow."

Next book, Xie Xiao.

The teacher's face changed from exciting to colorful: "Do you just watch your father and his friends dance together during the holidays??"

"Yes." Xie Xiao nodded, his expression was not as fake.

"..." the teacher said tiredly, "Okay, your dad will come too."

All come.

She wanted to see what kind of monsters they were all about.

The next morning, five men of different shapes stood in front of the Chinese office.

The one who started was a teenager.

He was also wearing a school uniform from the high school department of Haida Affiliated High School. He looked outstanding, looked cold, his thin eyelids were hanging down, and he leaned expressionlessly on the windowsill in the corridor.

The teacher was stunned: "You are..."

When the boy heard the sound, he raised his eyelids slightly, straightened his waist, his eyes politely and distant: "Hello, I am Wen Miao's parent."

The teacher then noticed that there was a badge on the boy's school uniform, with a blue background and white letters written in a straight line:

——Xu Yanyi, Class 1, Senior High School.

teacher:"……"

Wen Miao didn’t say yesterday that her uncle was still a high school student?

But when they came, the teacher could not drive the person back, so he had to nod.

Looking back, it was another very young man, or a teenager.

I can't tell the specific age, but I'm definitely not old, and I definitely don't look like I'm a father.

The teacher was stunned again: "You are..."

"Hello." Lin Yian raised his phoenix eyes lightly and nodded politely, "I am Lin Er's father."

“…”

Hearing the sound of "Dad", the teacher couldn't hold back anymore. He stared at him for a long time, then moved his lips and said with difficulty: "This dad... parents, ask, how old are you this year?"

Lin Yian seemed a little surprised when she heard her suddenly ask about her age, but soon restrained the strange color in her eyes and smiled a little casually: "Twenty-five."

teacher:"……"

It's really different. At most, I'm only eighteen or nineteen years old, and my youthful aura has not dissipated.

Looking back, there were three men of about the same age behind... No, boy.

The teacher was in a complicated mood, and it seemed that he could suddenly understand the sentence in the children's diary watching dads dance.

After not being able to wait for the following text, Lin Yian took the initiative to ask: "Teacher, is there anything wrong with you asking us to come?"

The teacher numbed his face: "...I was a problem, but now it's okay."

Lin Yian: "?"

Teacher: "Thank you for your hard work."

Lin Yian: “…”
Chapter completed!