Chapter 447 Honest and Cowardly Contractor Dad Has a Headache Everyday 3
Chapter 447 The honest and cowardly contractor father has a daily headache 3
As soon as you enter the house.
Yang Yong stopped Fuchen and squatted down to educate him, "Fuchen, how did you know he was mute?"
"Others can tell me," Fuchen said smoothly.
Yang Yong thought for a while, they had just arrived. He had been busy with settling in, and there was not much activity in the community. Fuchen had been in the community, just at the canteen. There were many people talking, so he told people which building and which building he wanted to talk to.
, you can pull out a bunch of information immediately.
I guess I heard it there.
Yang Yong educates, "Don't bully other children in kindergarten. Don't call him dumb. You are the sister. If he is bullied, help him."
Fuchen rolled his eyes, "Why should I help him?"
After buying a small school bag and a notebook, Yang Yong and the couple from the Zhen family next door sent their children to kindergarten.
On the road, Fuchen was carrying a schoolbag, kicking stones here and there and pulling grass, keeping a distance from the large group of people going to school.
The Zhen children are well-behaved and always stay with their parents.
Entering the kindergarten, Fuchen ran in without looking back.
Yang Yong looked at people. It was his first time in kindergarten. He wondered whether he would cry or whether he could get along with his classmates...
Next to me, the children in the small class who were going to kindergarten for the first time were crying profusely, hugging their parents and refusing to go in.
Yang Yong glanced at them: Will Fuchen hide and cry on his own?
In the classroom, Fuchen looked at the chirping children around him. They all gathered around her and asked about her name, the bags she bought, the clothes she bought, and her toys.
She took out her Rubik's Cube, and a girl exclaimed, "I saw my brother play with it before. You know how to play?"
Fuchen nodded, scrambled the Rubik's Cube, and restored it manually.
Several people tried to disrupt it, but the floating dust returned to form.
This game quickly put Fuchen in a high position, especially the toys that only older brothers and sisters could play with. Fuchen knew how to play, so everyone subconsciously piled Fuchen in the middle. They kept chattering.
The teacher came over and was very pleased to see this: I thought I would be unsociable, but I was very popular on the first day.
Zhen Sen, who had been sitting obediently, looked at the crowd with his eyes fixed.
During class, the teacher took Fuchen to the podium to introduce.
"Fuchen, please introduce yourself. How old are you, what do you like, what are you good at, let everyone know you."
Fuchen stood on the podium and looked at everyone. Many of them were familiar to him just now, and now he didn't feel timid. He turned around and touched the chalk to write his name, with three simple strokes of "Yang Fuchen" - this was taught to him by Yang Yong.
I also memorized my father's name, phone number, and address. He said he didn't know how to write it down when he went home to the police.
"I can climb trees, catch fish, catch shrimps, and also catch pheasants." Fuchen is very proud. These are the basis of her survival.
"You can also play Rubik's Cube!" a boy shouted.
The Rubik's Cube in Fuchen Yang Yang's hand: "Yes, I can still play with this."
"Then what do you like?" the teacher guided.
Fuchen stood there and thought for a while, then thought in circles, "Money. I like money. If you have money, you can buy ice cream, ham, and instant noodles. You can buy anything."
"That Fuchen wants to be a businessman."
Fuchen thought for a moment and nodded.
After the introduction, the teacher arranged the seats. At the request of the parents, Fuchen was placed next to Zhen Sen.
Fuchen sat down and stared at the little mute curiously, "If you don't speak, how can you talk to others?"
The boy took out the paper and pen on the table.
"Ah~" Fuchen lowered his head and played with the Rubik's Cube. His curiosity was satisfied and he immediately ignored everyone.
The boy drew people on the paper and stared at them with floating eyes.
Like! Very similar!
Fuchen's eyes lit up.
She had seen old men write well, as if they were paintings, and she also knew that there were people who could play music with leaves, but she had never seen anyone whose paintings looked so similar.
Just like the photo.
For example, the old woman's photo was taken by herself before her death.
She had never seen this skill before. At this moment, she thought it was okay to protect this mute.
The boy finished painting and looked at her.
Fuchen turned around and continued playing with his head down.
As soon as she lowered her head, the boy poked her with the notebook.
He took out another notebook and turned it over to Fuchen.
The first page is a portrait of a boy with the name "Zhen Sen" written on it.
On the second page, there are three people drawn, they are Mr. and Mrs. Zhen, and it says, "I like mom and dad."
On the third page is a bear with the words, "Like bears."
The fourth page is the ball.
violin.
Good at drawing.
Will break stars.
…
The last sentence, "Will you be friends with me?"
Fuchen looked at the book and then at him.
The boy had a normal smile and his eyes were like those of a puppy.
She had seen the mute in the village. The children in the village threw stones at him and called him "mute, mute". No one played with him. He lived with his mother and his wife ran away with him.
In Fuchen’s impression: dumb = bottom = no one to play with.
Fuchen turned his head and continued to play with himself.
Zhen Sen's smile faded, he lowered his head and listened to the teacher's lesson.
After class, a group of people played with Fuchen. The girls pulled her to play with rubber bands, and the boys pulled her to climb trees.
Zhen Sen is still alone.
School is over in the afternoon.
Fuchen collected a bunch of candies, chocolates, picture books and cards, carried the heavy victory, and walked to the school gate.
Yang Yong and Zhen's mother were waiting outside.
The teacher praised Fuchen to Yang Yong for being cheerful and lively and very popular.
Yang Yong was happy, picked up Fuchen and kissed him. Fuchen slapped him directly.
The teacher stood awkwardly on the spot.
Yang Yong froze on the spot, saw Fuchen had walked out, and chased after him.
When he got home, Fuchen took out a pen and paper and began to draw.
In the room opposite, Zhen Sen asked his father to buy a Rubik's Cube and teach him how to play.
In the room, Fuchen drew a couple of times, including ghost drawings and dog-like chickens. Fuchen threw them aside and turned to study the things in his backpack. He took out all the snacks and ate them bit by bit.
These are sweet and unprecedented things, which unexpectedly make me have an appetite for dust. They are also very filling. I feel full with just a little bit of food.
It was her habit to prepare food in the dust. Every time she left home before, she had nothing to eat and she was always hungry.
Gradually, she got into this habit.
She had saved some of the money given by Zhang Yong. She also prepared a lot of snacks and desserts.
Fuchen stared at the snacks and put them into his schoolbag one by one, then poured them out and put them in one by one.
Over and over again, until Yang Yong shouted "Eat", he put it all into his schoolbag.
Next door, Zhen Shen listened to the Rubik's Cube method taught by her father and tried to puzzle out a piece of it. Even when eating, she kept her head down and turned around. At night, when she went to bed, she also grabbed the Rubik's Cube, and the Rubik's Cube was spinning in her dreams.
After going to kindergarten, Fuchen was asked to perform turning the Rubik's Cube again.
Zhen Shen stared at it from a distance and couldn't help but touch the Rubik's Cube hidden in her schoolbag and turned it around. It didn't work.
Someone was sharp-eyed and shouted, "A mute can also play the Rubik's Cube."
In an instant, the gathered small group's attention was diverted and moved to Zhen Shen's side.
Fuchen stared at him, feeling very uncomfortable. But she felt uncomfortable for some reason. She just felt that he had taken away her things.
Zhen Shen saw everyone staring at him and shook his head.
"I saw it! I see you turned around!" The child said seriously.
Zhen Shen waved his hand.
The child was quick and reached into the drawer, grabbed the Rubik's Cube and raised it above his head to prove his point.
"Can you do it? Give it a try too." The girls who were cheering around Fuchen turned their heads around Zhen Shen.
Zhen Shen lowered his head and reached for paper and pen. Just as he was about to write, someone pulled the notebook away.
"You spin! I saw you spin!" The child "swatted" the Rubik's Cube on the table and turned his back on the paper and pen without giving it to him.
Zhen Shen reached out to touch the Rubik's Cube.
The Rubik's Cube is messed up. There is only one word "earth" on the red side, and there are 5 red dots that have not been turned out.
Zhen Shen turned around and turned a small red piece. Two of the four red pieces in the pile were gone. She had no clue. She was so anxious that she subconsciously looked at Fuchen.
Fuchen instinctively stepped forward, took the Rubik's Cube, and stared at it. She had to be quick and turned it out faster than usual. She probably remembered the position, and turned her fingers quickly, concentrating on it.
The Rubik's Cube kept turning in her hands. Three minutes later, all six sides were in place.
"Wow!" The people around cheered, shouted, and shouted.
Soon, people from the two classes next door came over and asked.
They were all children, so they started chattering and making trouble.
In such a commotion, Fuchen felt that he had gotten his things back, and even gotten more.
Zhen Shen also stared at her with her head raised.
"Humph". Mute. Fuchen turned his head.
During class, Zhen Shen pushed the notebook in front of her with two pieces of chocolate on it. "Thank you" was written on the notebook.
Fuchen liked this thing and took it.
She didn't know why he gave it to her or why he thanked her. There were too many children giving her food, but she didn't think about it.
Halfway through class, Fuchen couldn't hold it in anymore and ran away. English class was hypnotic for her.
In the afternoon, there is a music class. The teacher plays the piano and teaches everyone to sing.
Fuchen stared at the huge black object. Before that, she had seen this huge object when she was shopping in the mall, but she didn't know what it was for.
Now the teacher opens the lid and can play comfortable music with just a flick of his fingers - just like on TV.
She felt it was unreal.
Everything is unreal.
Her Rubik's Cube was completed on the teacher's piano, and there is no comparison at all.
When playing, the teacher encourages children who can play musical instruments to play with them.
The mute who had always been looked down upon by her raised her hand, and many others raised their hands.
The girl standing next to me asked, "Fuchen, what are you playing?"
At this moment, she felt embarrassed. She didn't know anything. She didn't know how to whistle or blow with leaves.
"She can't. She comes from the country." someone said.
The girl didn't ask any more questions.
Fuchen felt that the halo around his body seemed to be less or even gone.
Within two days, there was news that someone in the Peony class could solve the Rubik's Cube, and fewer people were hanging around Fuchen. They returned to their original small circle.
The feeling of being held up like a Bodhisattva was gone because of the words "I came from the countryside".
No one asked her to play, so Fuchen went to play by himself. He found a tree and climbed up.
Within two days, the teacher called Yang Yong to talk about Fuchen's skipping class.
Yang Yong was trying to find something to do. The monthly mortgage payment for a house in the city center was high, and he had no time to accompany Fuchen when he was doing a big job, and he had no money to buy food for Fuchen. He thought of a contractor and went to take the job himself. These days, he has been looking for people he knows.
He took jobs and also attracted workers who he thought were good before.
This kind of thing is a challenge to him.
But now, we must also learn to do it.
Yang Yong rushed to the classroom exhausted. Listening to the teacher's babble, he nodded and admitted his mistake, "Yes, yes, yes."
Fuchen was sitting next to him, looking at Yang Yong who humbly admitted his mistake. Suddenly, as if he was stimulated, he raised his chair and threw it at him. "You don't know anything at all!"
The chair is taller than her, but she can lift it up and hit people.
It doesn't hurt, but it is irritating.
Check the surveillance, the person jumped over the railing and ran away!
Yang Yong was stunned on the spot, his head was bleeding, and he was pulled and bandaged by the teacher. "Where did he go? Where did he run?" Yang Yong pushed the teacher away and chased after him.
A one-meter railing allows a little kid to climb smoothly, carrying a small schoolbag without affecting his speed.
The teacher also felt a headache when he looked at the running people.
Yang Yong stopped the motorcycle and took him to find someone. He didn't understand what happened. Wasn't he skipping class? What's wrong?
When I found him at nightfall, I rushed to the police station in a hurry. The police station refused to open a case for less than 24 hours and asked me to look for him again.
Yang Yong searched all over the park, game arcade, and street. But he couldn't find anyone.
A 6-year-old child... Yang Yong thought of Fuchen and stayed in the mountains for a few months. He was afraid that he would either be abducted or go wandering on his own.
Yang Yong burst into tears. He was afraid that he would lose his child.
I called my friends to help find someone. My teacher also helped me find someone.
After not finding anyone all night, Yang Yong cried and knelt down, begging to file a case to help find her. She was afraid that the child had been abducted. She had never been to the city, so she didn't know how sinister people are, let alone the roads.
The police station did not open a case according to the rules, but adjusted the surveillance to find the person. But after Fuchen appeared at the intersection, he turned to a small road, and no one could be seen behind him.
Following the search, it was time to file a case. When the police asked, they discovered that the child had basic wilderness survival skills.
After three days of noisy searching, someone still saw a child fishing on the riverside on the river bridge. He ran to call someone, but the person ran away. When he got closer, he found it was a child and called the police.
The police went to find Fuchen who had made his home under the bridge.
There is a beggar sleeping in the bridge hole on the other side of the bridge.
On this side of the bridge, floating dust is sleeping.
When Yang Yong saw a person who was still struggling to escape when being grabbed, he suddenly saw the floating dust from three months ago, and his wild nature was hard to change.
Yang Yong knelt on the ground and cried, "Go home. Dad was wrong."
"You are not my dad. I don't have a dad!" Fuchen shouted.
Yang Yong's eyes filled with tears, "Floating dust..."
"Go away! You country bumpkin!" She knew how to use a knife. She remembered all the tricks others did to her. After scolding, she took the opportunity to bite someone and wanted to dive into the water.
Unfortunately, the police did not let go and took her back to the police station despite the pain and closed the case.
After leaving the police station, Yang Yong accompanied Fuchen back to the bridge cave with a quilt in his arms. He picked up the paper shell and made a nest for himself next to it. He also brought a quilt from home.
Fuchen looked at Yang Yong blankly, not knowing why.
At night, the two huddled up on the paper shell to sleep. When the wind blew, the floating dust froze and they hugged themselves.
Yang Yong picked up the quilt and put it on Fuchen. Fuchen wrapped himself in it and rolled up most of it. Yang Yong huddled up and put on a little quilt, trying to fall asleep.
In the morning, Yang Yong kept sneezing and asked, "Are you going back?" His tone was low, asking, not forcing.
Fuchen was silent, thought for a moment, and nodded. The two hurried home to wash up and change clothes, and Fuchen went back to the kindergarten. He missed two classes and skipped class again.
