coobybook Chapter 378 I Forgot to Bring It
Chapter 378 I Forgot to Bring It
The sun was warm, shining gently in every corner of this bustling city. Dean Guo controlled the steering wheel steadily, driving the car skillfully through the busy traffic, heading towards Hongfujin Kindergarten.
Soon, the car stopped steadily in front of the Hongfujin Kindergarten. Sitting in the back seat, Choubao's eyes were clear and lively, and he pushed open the car door neatly.
His movements revealed the vitality unique to children. After getting off the car, he said crisply, "Goodbye, Grandpa Guo!" The voice was like a clear mountain spring, pure and loud.
Dean Guo was filled with worry about Choubao. He quickly unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car, and hurriedly chased after Choubao.
Just then, a beautiful little girl in a pink dress ran past the school gate like a happy little bird.
He walked towards Chou Bao from a distance, with a bright smile on his face, and shouted loudly: "Jiang Shuo, good morning, Jiang Shuo."
After saying that, she naturally took Jiang Shuo's hand, and the two little figures, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, slowly walked towards the campus.
Dean Guo stood there, following their backs as they walked away. The little girl was holding a painting in her hand, talking excitedly as she walked, with a smile on her face as bright and moving as a flower in full bloom in spring.
After a long while, Dean Guo retracted his gaze, turned back to the car, looked at Mu Xiaoji who was sitting in the back seat with a gloomy face, and couldn't help but blame him: "Xiaoji, what's wrong with you? What did the child draw to make you so angry?"
Mu Xiaoji pursed his lips and after a moment's silence, he said concisely: "Uncle Guo, let's go back!" There was unquestionable coldness in his voice.
The car started slowly and drove towards Jinyang Villa. Along the way, Mu Xiaoji kept looking out the window, his eyes were empty, and his thoughts seemed to drift far away.
When Mu Xiaoji returned home, Mu Huiying was cleaning the living room carefully, wiping the furniture quickly with the rag in her hand.
Hearing the door open, she looked up and saw Mu Xiaoji with an unhappy look on his face, walking straight upstairs with heavy steps.
Immediately afterwards, Dean Guo pushed the door open with a crumpled paper ball in his hand.
Seeing that Dean Guo also had a frown on his face, Mu Huiying stopped what she was doing, walked quickly to Dean Guo, and asked softly, "What's going on? What's wrong with Xiaojita? Did you quarrel with Choubao again?"
Dean Guo sighed slightly, walked to the sofa, sat down slowly, and carefully unfolded the crumpled paper while saying, "This is Choubao's drawing. The teacher said it was the homework assigned by the teacher last night. Xiaoji got angry after seeing it and tore it up for Choubao."
When Mu Huiying heard this, she immediately showed an anxious look on her face and asked hurriedly: "Then, what should we do if Choubao goes to school? How do we tell the teacher?"
When Dean Guo put the painting together bit by bit, he saw Xiao Yue holding Chou Bao next to Xiao Ji, and they both immediately understood the reason.
When Mu Huiying saw the lifelike expressions of the characters in the painting, her eyes widened with shock and admiration. She could not help but be stunned by the superb painting skills of the little Choubao.
He murmured to himself, "This is Yu'er's skill. Yu'er once painted a portrait of me by the river, and it was so lifelike."
Dean Guo looked at the painting, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he praised with a happy smile: "I can't believe that Choubao is so young, but his painting skills have already caught up with those of adults! Yu'er is really thoughtful!"
While Mu Huiying was appreciating the painting, a worried look suddenly appeared on her face. She said anxiously, "Without the painting, I don't know if Choubao will be scolded by the teacher at school? Did he make a scene in the car?"
When Dean Guo heard this, a trace of shock flashed across his face and he said, "No, he was very calm, as if this matter had nothing to do with him."
Mu Huiying's eyes widened, and she asked in astonishment, "How could this happen? Was he frightened by Xiaoji? If it were any other child, he would have cried and made a scene!"
Dean Guo shook his head helplessly and sighed deeply, his heart full of heartache and confusion towards Choubao.
In the bedroom, Mu Xiaoji sat quietly beside the big bed, looking at Jiang Chengyu who was sleeping peacefully with gentle eyes.
The morning light shines through the window, softly onto Jiang Chengyu's face, outlining his delicate features, like a sleeping angel.
Mu Xiaoji's gaze slowly turned to the painting of the two of them hanging on the wall. The two people in the painting were smiling brightly, and their eyes were full of happiness and sweetness.
As he watched, Mu Xiaoji couldn't help but recall the moments they had spent together. Those beautiful memories played out in his mind like a movie.
Mu Xiaoji's lips trembled slightly, and he whispered softly: "Little demon beast, am I wrong again? Is Jiang Shuo really obedient by following you?"
"You haven't seen him. He's like a little hedgehog in front of me all day. When he's silent, he's like a block of ice. But when he opens his mouth, his barbs are extremely sharp. Little monster, which Jiang Shuo is the real him?"
The scene in the car reappeared in his mind. At that time, Choubao handed him the homework without turning his head, his small body stood straight, revealing a stubbornness.
When I gently opened the painting and saw the content of the painting, I felt a surge of anger rushing to my head and I was instantly furious.
In the painting, Xiao Yue was holding Chou Bao in his arms, and he was sitting intimately beside the mother and child. A happy and warm family portrait was clearly presented before our eyes.
In a fit of rage, he tore up the painting and loudly asked, "Who told you to draw like this?"
But my out-of-control emotions at that time seemed to be completely unaffected to Chou Bao. Chou Bao's eyes were always looking out the window, as calm as a lake, without a single storm.
Thinking about it now, he doesn't look like a child at all. He is nothing like the impression I have of a child.
"Little monster, is this stinky baby still the stinky baby you raised by yourself?" Mu Xiaoji's voice was full of confusion and bewilderment, and his eyes were full of struggle and pain.
In this silent bedroom, his voice sounded so helpless, as if he was seeking answers from his lover far away.
The sunlight shines through the window and gently into the bright classroom of Hong Fujin Kindergarten.
The beautiful teacher Lin, wearing a pink dress, looked like a flower blooming in spring, with a gentle smile on her face, and said softly:
"Good morning, kids. Do you remember the homework I left for you yesterday afternoon when you were done with school?"
The sound was like the gurgling of a mountain stream, clear and pleasant, echoing softly in the classroom.
"Remember!" The children's clear voices like silver bells rose one after another, like a cheerful piece of music.
Accompanied by bursts of crisp laughter, the whole classroom seemed to have turned into a sea of joy.
In this small world, the children are like a group of free elves, full of vitality and energy. It is no exaggeration to say that this place is not much different from Sun Wukong’s bustling Flower-Fruit Mountain.
Teacher Lin looked at the children's innocent smiles, her eyes becoming more gentle, and then she said, "Children, can you write your own names?"
As soon as the question was asked, the classroom exploded with excitement, with the children talking one after another.
"I can do it too..." That childish voice was full of confidence and pride.
Teacher Lin smiled and nodded, then picked up a child's painting and held it high up, saying, "Children, look carefully! Write your name here under your painting. Hurry up, and when you're done, wait for the teacher to come and collect it."
As soon as the teacher finished speaking, the sound of rustling papers was heard in the classroom.
The children picked up their paintbrushes and carefully wrote their names on the paintings.
Their little faces were full of concentration; some children frowned slightly and wrote each stroke with great effort; some children had the corners of their mouths raised, as if they were proud of themselves for being able to complete the task independently.
After a while, Teacher Lin saw that all the children had finished signing and raised their hands.
She clapped her hands gently and continued to shout softly, "Okay, everyone has raised their hands! Have you finished signing? The teacher is coming over to collect the paintings."
As she spoke, she took light steps and collected the paintings one by one in order.
When Teacher Lin walked to Jiang Shuo, she didn't see any paintings on the table. She was slightly stunned, then a gentle smile appeared on her face, and she asked softly: "Jiang Shuo, where is your painting?"
Choubao raised his head, his face calm, his clear eyes without a trace of ripples, and he said calmly: "I forgot to bring it."
Lin Yue looked at Chou Bao, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, but she still confirmed in a soft voice: "It's not good to lie."
After hearing what Teacher Lin said, Chou Bao calmly looked up at Lin Yue, a bright smile on his face, and said in a baby voice:
"My beautiful goddess, look at me, I am loved by everyone and flowers bloom wherever I go. Do I look like a child who would lie?" He looks so adorable that people can't help but want to reach out and pinch his little face.
Lin Yue burst out laughing at Choubao's sudden words and was instantly melted by his innocence and cuteness.
She gently touched Chou Bao's head and said with a smile: "Well, Jiang Shuo, Teacher Lin will give you one chance. Be sure to bring it with you when you come tomorrow, okay?"
Choubao nodded vigorously and said in a firm voice: "Okay, I will live up to the goddess' expectations." His firm eyes seemed to be promising the teacher something extremely important.
Lin Yue smiled and nodded, turned around to collect the other children's paintings, and walked back to her post. She sat on a chair and began to look through the children's paintings one by one.
She looked at every painting very seriously, sometimes showing a gratified smile, and sometimes nodding slightly to show approval.
After looking at all the paintings, Teacher Lin made a decision in her heart. She first coughed softly to attract the children's attention, and then announced softly:
"Today, the teacher will post everyone's paintings in the classroom. Let's choose the best one, okay? Jiang Shuo forgot to bring his painting today, so he is excluded from the list of candidates."
After that, Lin Yue picked up the magnet, walked to the display board at the back of the classroom, and attracted the children's paintings one by one onto the board. The colorful paintings were arranged on the display board, like a gorgeous rainbow.
The children's eyes were all drawn to it, their tender little faces full of curiosity and excitement.
They started discussing which painting was the best. One child pointed to a painting and said, "I think the colors in this painting are the most beautiful."
Some children said, "I think the father in that painting is the most handsome." The classroom was filled with the children's laughter and lively discussions.
After a heated discussion, the children finally chose a painting of a girl named Chen Xiaoxiao.
When Chen Xiaoxiao heard that her painting was chosen, a happy and proud smile spread across her face, and her proud little head was raised with her chin high.
Teacher Lin looked at the children happily and asked, "Everyone has made their choice, right?"
"Yes!" The children's innocent voices rang out in unison. The voices were so powerful that they seemed to be able to penetrate the entire classroom.
"Then, can we all shout out her name together?" Teacher Lin smiled and led the rhythm.
"Chen Xiaoxiao... Chen Xiaoxiao..." The children shouted Chen Xiaoxiao's name in unison, their voices loud and cheerful.
Teacher Lin was the first to applaud, "Pa pa pa", the applause was crisp and powerful.
Led by the teacher, the children also started to applaud, and thunderous applause suddenly broke out in the classroom.
Amid the applause, Chen Xiaoxiao slowly stood up and bowed slightly to everyone to express her gratitude.