Xiaobai called Xier and asked her to take little Zheng Zheng away quickly.
Xiaobai couldn't get used to how little Zheng Zheng always wanted to cry. This was completely different from her style and she didn't like it.
Xi'er finally woke up from the sweet atmosphere of the donuts and ran over to take little Zheng Zheng away. Little Zheng Zheng held the little pastry and carefully nibbled it in small bites. She followed Xi'er's butt and turned towards Xiao Bai.
Wave and say goodbye.
"Uh-huh~ Bye." Xiao Bai said unnaturally, thinking that although little Zheng Zheng is a crybaby, she is actually quite cute.
"You poisonous chubby."
Xiaobai's ears rang with the sound of duliu, and she saw dudu munching on the grilled sausage. He lied to her that the grilled sausage was poisonous, and the children who had just been vaccinated could not eat too much, so they quickly gave her the rest.
Eat it, her body has its own detoxification function.
Dudu ignored her and pointed the back of his head towards her.
She was already very familiar with Liliu's tricks, so there was no way he could deceive her.
The bustling night gradually quieted down, and the little red horse in winter was still bustling with activity. However, the yard that used to be noisy in spring, summer, and autumn was quiet this season.
In the middle of winter, the cold wind blows, and the maple trees in the grove gradually lose their leaves, revealing their resilient branches, which are as silent as a mystery in the cold wind and dark night. Last month, when night fell, there were small insects that played and sang.
They all disappeared at this moment, with no trace left.
The old mulberry tree is still as tall as iron, and the mulberry leaves remain green and have not fallen in the wind.
As soon as nine o'clock in the evening passed, parents came in one after another to take away their children.
Lao Li was sitting in the guard box, watching TV and making tea. At the same time, he was paying attention to the people coming in and out. If a child was taken away, he would check it in his diary.
Although the young teachers in the classroom have already made the registration, Lao Li is used to making a backup by himself and has persisted for many years, although it has never been used.
"Master~~take one?"
A young man who looked to be in his 30s appeared at the window and handed Lao Li a good cigarette.
Lao Li looked at the other person and confirmed that he didn't know him. He was not Xiao Hongmali's parent. He waved his hand and said he didn't smoke. At the same time, he told him not to smoke in front of the school gate. There were only children here.
The other party put the cigarette back into the carton with a smile, put it away, and put it in his pocket, "I don't smoke. By the way, master, can I come in? I am little Zheng Zheng's father, and my name is Zheng Youmin."
"Little Zheng Zheng?" Lao Li looked at the other party again suspiciously, and there was a bit of a resemblance between his eyes. "Her mother always comes to pick her up. I'm sorry, I don't know her father. I haven't seen her. Don't go in.
We can only wait for her mother to pick her up."
Zheng Youmin leaned on the window and begged Lao Li with a smile. Seeing that Lao Li wouldn't let him, he retreated and tried the next best thing. He wanted to go in and see little Zheng Zheng, but he wouldn't take him away, and Lao Li wouldn't let him go either. Who knew if he was little Zheng Zheng?
As for my father, he couldn't let strangers in. Moreover, he felt that Zheng Youmin had a strong urban atmosphere, like some of the less honest and serious young people in Huangjia Village.
Lao Li did not open the door, thinking that the other party would leave on his own initiative. Unexpectedly, he stayed here and chatted with him, mainly asking about little Zheng Zheng's situation in the academy. When he learned that there were no children to play with her when he first arrived, he felt nervous.
, he smiled happily when he learned that there was a little girl named Xi'er who was willing to take her.
Lao Li somewhat believed that he was little Zheng Zheng's father. He couldn't pretend to care from the bottom of his heart, but he still wouldn't let him in.
"It's cold outside, go back." Lao Li advised.
"It's okay, little Zheng Zheng's mother should be here soon."
Zheng Youmin sniffed. It was windy at night and the temperature was only four to five degrees. It was very cold, damp and cold to the core.
He put his hands in his pockets and walked around the entrance of the academy, jumping up and down to keep warm.
Ten minutes later, Lao Li, who was watching TV, heard what sounded like a quarrel coming from outside. He looked out the window and saw Zheng Youmin talking to a woman. The voice was a little loud, and it sounded like a quarrel.
, but it’s not that far yet.
Old Li recognized the woman as Xiao Zheng Zheng's mother, Pan Xiangyi.
Pan Xiangyi scolded Zheng Youmin, and angrily came to the window with a bag in hand. He forced a smile and said to Lao Li inside: "Master Li, it's me, little Zheng Zheng's mother. I'm here to take her home."
Lao Li opened the iron door and stared at Zheng Youmin behind Pan Xiangyi, worried that he would rush in, but Zheng Youmin stood outside not far away, sniffing in the cold.
"Are you okay?" Lao Li asked Pan Xiangyi, gesturing to Zheng Youmin outside with his eyes.
Pan Xiangyi forced a smile and said, "It's okay."
After walking a few steps inside, he turned back and added: "He is Xiao Zheng Zheng's father, that's right."
Lao Li watched her go to the classroom and looked sideways at Zheng Youmin outside. He saw him holding a cigarette and sniffing it at the tip of his nose, but never lit it. When he saw Pan Xiangyi leading little Zheng Zheng out, he immediately
He put away his cigarette, sucked in the cold snot, stood at the exit with a smile, smiled and greeted little Zheng Zheng who had just come out, and a small yellow duck appeared in his hand like magic.
doll.
Little Zheng Zheng was held tightly by her mother's hand and couldn't get through, but she smiled kindly at him with her little face raised high.
Zheng Youmin took two steps forward and said to Pan Xiangyi, "Let me hug my little Zheng Zheng."
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That night, after dinner at Zhang Mingxue's house, she sat on the sofa and watched TV. The TV series was "The Twelve Hours of Chang'an" which was currently on the air.
Originally she didn't like Little Fresh Meats, and was even a little disgusted, but because it was written by Zhang Tan, her mother Qin Huifang liked to watch it, so she also watched two episodes. Unexpectedly, oh, it smells so good! She got into it and was fascinated by it.
She started watching it from the sixth episode. After watching it, she rewatched the previous episodes on her computer and finally caught up with the progress. Now she catches up with the update every day, and she feels like a dog, with its eyes wide open.
There was only a floor lamp in the living room, the chandelier was turned off, the cold wind outside the window buzzed, and the room was as warm as spring.
There were only two people at home, her and her mother Qin Huifang. Her father hadn't come back yet and was busy with official duties, so he often didn't get home until after ten o'clock in the evening.
After the 29th episode of "The Twelve Hours of Chang'an" ended and while waiting for the 30th episode, Zhang Mingxue and Qin Huifang had time to chat.
Zhang Mingxue said that she went to the set today.
"It was so fun to film. Lu Fan is so handsome and strong."
Qin Huifang was not interested in this, but asked: "Have you met Zhang Tan?"
"I've seen him. This guy is really majestic in the crew. No matter how big or small the actors are, they all respectfully call him Teacher Zhang when they see him."
"He is the screenwriter and the main creative staff. Isn't it normal for everyone to call him Teacher Zhang?"
"...Normal...It's normal, but Zhang Tan is so awesome. He's looking at the sky and walking with a figure-eight stride. Mom, you have to hit him more and stop making him squeak."
"I believed you said this when he was studying, but Zhang Tan won't be like this now, so don't fan the flames."