Father Xue looked at Axi, who stared at An An, who was crying.
An'an is a rare pure yang constitution, which complements the floating dust.
The two families get along only because the child has a special constitution.
Axi raised her head and spoke to Xue's father, "I'm sorry. Fuchen is very angry. I will talk to her slowly. After two days, she will be less angry, and we can play again."
Xue's father didn't look good, so he took An An home forcibly.
In the corridor, there were cries of "I don't want it", "I don't want it" and "I want my sister".
The next day, An An showed up at the kindergarten with red and swollen eyes. He lay on his seat, staring at Fu Chen's position in obscurity.
In the past, the dust was always the first to arrive. But not now.
At 7:30 in the morning, Fuchen was led into the kindergarten by the male owner of 604.
Teacher Liao gently reminded me that there is no need to come to the kindergarten these days.
Axi asked her, how do you want to deal with it.
Fuchen thought angrily for a long time and finally came over.
She's not wrong! Why should she change kindergarten when others tell her?
When Teacher Liao saw Fuchen, he was stunned, squatted down, and negotiated, "Fuchen, if you feel uncomfortable, you don't need to--"
Fuchen walked directly around Teacher Liao and sat down in his seat. The gloom on his face was like a god of bad luck.
Teacher Liao sighed, he didn't expect that he would be involved in this matter.
This is already the second time. This time, the kindergarten was asked by parents to deal with the ghost incident, otherwise the money would be refunded.
The best way, of course, is to change kindergarten consciously.
It is not easy for them to drop out of school directly.
They also heard about the haunted house. The developers wanted to demolish and demolish it, but the government rejected it as "feudal superstition."
At this time, if they try to persuade students to withdraw, they are afraid that they will also receive official documents from the government. At that time, they will not be refunded, but they will not be able to run the school.
The director's intention is to avoid this opportunity and persuade them to leave by saying "the students are naughty".
Teacher Liao has her own ideas. She feels that this kind of gossip will only last for a while.
After passing the wind outlet, the wind stopped.
Class starts at eight o'clock, and the teachers teach basic knowledge.
While An An was listening to the class, she secretly glanced in the direction of Fu Chen. She was lying on her stomach, only showing the back of her head, and her expression was unknown.
Recess.
Several children stood in front of An An's table, surrounding An An, "He plays with ghost children, he is also a ghost!"
"He helped ghosts and ghosts fight yesterday!"
An An raised her head and looked at the arrogant and willful appearance of the children in the class.
Although he is young, he is the king of the family and is used to being willful.
An An shrank nervously and looked at the people cautiously.
The leading child pushed his head, "What are you looking at? You kid!"
"Ghost kid!"
"Ghost kid!"
Several children followed, pushing An An back and forth.
An An shrank and was pushed around.
On the right front, Fuchen looked at the table of people in front of An'an's table.
Between the figures, An An could be vaguely seen being pushed around like a puppet. He lowered his head and did not dare to resist.
Fuchen looked at him calmly with a cold expression.
"Woo, woo--" An An's cry soon came from within the encirclement.
Fuchen turned his head and stared at the table in a daze.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" An An lowered her head and cried.
"Bang". There was a sound, followed by the sound of the table moving and An An's more intense crying.
"Ah ah ah -" the howling just started.
The dust on the table moved.
She lifted her chair and threw it at several people, hitting two children.
"Ahhhh——"
"Uuuuuu——"
The two join the howling army.
Fuchen pulled An An up from his seat and glared at the remaining three people fiercely.
"Sister!" An An covered her forehead and threw herself on Fuchen, hugging him and howling.
The three children took two steps back and looked at Fuchen warily.
Fuchen put one hand behind him, pulled An An from behind, and pushed him away; with the other hand, he pulled the small chair in front of him, as if he was ready to do it again at any time.
They had all seen Fuchen fight, and their ferocious posture and exhilarating pain left a deep impression on them.
"Ah - I'm bleeding." The child who was hit sat on the ground, closed his eyes and howled, swinging his legs, "I want my mother! I want my mother!"
The three friends stared and did not leave.
An An was pushed away and stood there, looking up and crying even more sadly.
The cry attracted the teacher. Seeing the same combination, Teacher Liao first comforted the crying child on the ground and stared at Fuchen with unhappy eyes.
This child is full of edges and corners and is out of tune with the crowd.
Teacher Liao picked up the crying child and took him to the teacher's office to treat the wound.
The tutor came in, saw An An, and saw the tattoo on his forehead
Fuchen stood there, gritting his teeth, and his breath was hard to calm down. It was stuck in his throat, stabbing at the side of his mouth, and falling on his chest.
Teacher Liao treated the wound, coaxed the children, and moved Fuchen's table to the last door.
Fuchen lowered his head and stared at the moving table without saying a word.
Sitting on the newly developed seat, Fuchen lowered his head and said nothing. He didn't listen to the class or look at the teacher, and lay on the table.
After class, Teacher Liao knocked on her desk and said, "Follow me."
Fuchen got up and followed the teacher.
Seeing this, An An, who was sitting in the seat, also ran over and followed behind. Tears fell from the child's eyes, and he followed the shadow of the floating dust into the teacher's office.
Teacher Liao is busy with his own work.
Fuchen sat on a seat aside, in a daze.
An An looked at Fuchen quietly and muttered, "Sister."
Teacher Liao looked at the two of them, then quickly lowered his head and went about his work without saying anything.
Students are required to go to the teacher's office during breaks, lunch breaks, and during breaks.
Being treated differently, Fuchen said nothing and only lowered his head.
The usually lively child became gloomy, and the sudden change only made Teacher Liao feel troubled.
There are no fewer thorns in kindergarten than in primary school.
Teacher Liao now has no good impression of Fuchen.
After school in the afternoon, the teachers have to send the children out. There are only Fuchen and An An in the office.
Fuchen stood up, carried his small schoolbag, and left the kindergarten by himself.
An An also carried her schoolbag and followed.
Fuchen didn't speak, and An An didn't dare to say anything, and just followed silently.
"Fuchen!" Suddenly there was a strange female voice.
Fuchen turned around and saw a woman dressed in professional attire. She looked at the woman doubtfully.
The woman got out of the car and ran over excitedly, "I'm mom." She stretched out her hand to hug Fuchen.
Fuchen took two steps back, pulling An An and running away.
"Fuchen! I am really my mother! It's your mother!" The woman, wearing high heels, took two steps forward and quickly grabbed An An's schoolbag.
"Uh huh..." An An was pulled back and stared at the strange aunt, about to cry again.
The woman wore exquisite makeup and had a unique charm. She smiled and said to Fuchen who stopped, "I am mother."
He took out the photo from his bag and said, "Look, this is you. This is me."
When Fuchen saw the photo, he had never seen himself at two or three months old. He became even more vigilant.
"I heard that the kindergarten said that you are a ghost child. I want to ask, do you want to live with me?" The woman then promised, "I will ask the best nanny and teacher to take you."
Fuchen smiled, stared at the woman's smile, and taunted, "With you? Not with you. Others only say that I am a ghost child, and they know that I have a father. With you? Others say that I am a wild child without a father."
mother!"
The child's mouth, the murderous knife, stabbed directly into the woman's heart.
