"son……"

"What's wrong, Mom?"

Lin Fei raised his head and looked at Zhang Ying with confusion.

Zhang Ying pointed to the homework book.

"Can you write this word more beautifully? What are you doing with these five horses and Zhang Fei? It's so ugly. Didn't my mother tell you? You should write stroke by stroke and write well, right?

Don’t remember? It seems that I have to prepare a copybook for you when I have time..."

"Well..."

Lin Fei fell silent.

mom!

Am I just a five-year-old child?

Of course, if you want me to write well, I can do that!

but……

This is unreasonable!

Have you ever seen a five-year-old child write in cursive and block letters?

Is that reasonable?

If it weren't for the fact that he was trying to maintain the persona of his five-year-old child without being discovered, would Lin Fei be writing in such a crooked way?

Even the way he holds the pen is wrong. What's the purpose?

Isn't it just to pretend to look like something?

"My dear, my child is still young. Why are you telling him this now? He may not even be able to recognize all the pinyin now, so you start to discipline his handwriting?"

But at this moment, Lin Jingyu, who was washing vegetables in the kitchen, spoke.

"What happened?"

Zhang Ying was unhappy when she heard this.

After giving Lin Fei his homework book, he turned around and walked into the kitchen.

"Let me tell you, the teachers in other kindergartens have said that we should start from babies. Now the children have begun to practice simple words. Why can't I start to discipline them from now on? What about Chinese characters, pinyin, and numbers?

, doesn’t it mean that practice makes perfect? ​​Only in this way can he be able to master it in the future, do you understand? "

"Okay, okay, I don't understand. I don't understand, okay..."

"Hmph! Let me tell you, come back tomorrow and buy me some copybooks. Then let our son practice every day and you go check it out."

"Hey?"

Lin Jingyu was stunned for a moment.

"Why do you want me to check it? Can't you check it yourself?"

"What? He is my son, not your son? I come back every day to cook, wash dishes and wash clothes. Aren't I tired? Lin Jingyu, let me tell you..."

"Stop! Stop it. I'll do it. Isn't it okay if I do it?"

"That's pretty much it."

"..."

The quarrel in the kitchen stopped.

Lin Fei was about to cry.

He returned to the room with his homework book.

Woo woo woo...

It’s so difficult for me!

Are my shoes not good-looking? I deliberately didn’t write them properly!

Why!

Why is it so difficult!

depressed.

Lin Fei was very depressed.

He has a feeling that when he first joined the society and worked diligently, he worked diligently in everything he did, but in the end things turned out well. The boss saw that he was working so hard and started giving him all the work.

On the contrary, the old employees learned to mess up one by one.

Lin Fei feels this way now.

It’s so difficult!

I wanted to dress like a child.

It's better now...

Too much pretense...

Mom, you don’t know that I have a lot of free time every day, right?

Do you want to bully your son like this?

Dad, you do the same. This adds a lot of energy to you. Why don’t you resist?

Lin Fei scolded the two elders in his heart.

in this way.

"Son, it's time to eat!"

"Coming!"

Lin Fei shouted feebly.

At the dining table, Zhang Ying pursed her lips as she saw Lin Fei looking depressed.

"Son, I am doing this for your own good. As for a person, his words are his face. In the future, when you go out into society and work, you will understand what your mother said today."

"Uh-huh."

Lin Fei responded while grabbing the rice.

face?

I am so shameless!

I even won a prize in a calligraphy competition when I was in college!

Finally, the family of three started to eat.

Everyone has their own thoughts on the meal.

After eating and drinking, Lin Fei returned to the bedroom.

It was almost seven o'clock in the evening.

"Dong dong dong!"

"Hello, is this Zhang Ying's home?"

"Um?"

But at this moment, there were knocks and shouts outside the door.

Listening to such a strange voice, Lin Fei in the room frowned.

He tiptoed out of bed, then came to the door and opened it a crack.

"Who is it? It's late at night...you have to go to work tomorrow..."

Zhang Ying came to the door wearing slippers and opened the door with a dissatisfied look on her face.

"You...you are?"

All I saw was a man in police uniform appearing outside the door.

Zhang Ying's heart skipped a beat.

What's going on?

Did something happen to their family?

It shouldn’t be!

Zhang Ying thought to herself that her family was honest and performed their duties, and they would not commit any crimes, right?

For a moment, Zhang Ying felt a little nervous.

"Hello, may I ask...what's the matter?"

"Wife, who is it?"
To be continued...