Three-year-old children may not understand the meaning of life, and they can only feel intuitively that this kind of life is not what I want, and I cannot resist this kind of life.
Sorrow and nature, these two completely conflicting factors, are entangled together, deeply drawing a heavy stroke in every immature life.
Since little Fuling was trained to be submissive, Teacher Cindy's attention shifted to the next little boy. In her opinion, the children of these rich families are extremely annoying, so why are these little bastards born with golden keys in their mouths, and all the food and clothing are extravagant things that she can't even hope for? brand. When it comes to speaking, some children are even more fluent in English than the foreign teachers in the kindergarten. Why? I am doing this kind of dirty work for others to watch circles. When others say it nicely and call you a teacher, in fact, it is just a pick-me-up
Just a small role.
There are also these bastard parents of these little bastards, which money comes from an aboveboard way, how can money be so easy to earn, is it all brought by strong winds, and they don’t take it seriously if they take two to three hundred thousand yuan, they really deserve it If you are scolded on the Internet, you should be investigated! There are also those parents who don't have eyesight, don't look at their children's crooked melons and dates, and still dream of being a star? Want your kids to perform on stage? Really blind can.
After thinking too much, she felt that her heart was in a panic. Teacher Cindy glanced at the clock on the wall irritably, and put down the job of the little boy in front of her.
"Get ready for bed!"
The children who basically had experience put down the bowls and chopsticks in their hands, didn't even care to wipe their hands and mouths, and didn't dare to look at Teacher Cindy's expression. They all lined up silently and went to the lounge. Go to the crib position.
Little Fuling was naturally among this group of experienced children. She wiped her mouth carelessly with her sleeve, and then looked back at the few surviving stunned youths who were still on the table, expressionless. He got on his little bed on the ground.
The closed lounge door was only closed for three or four minutes, and then when it was opened again, those stunned young men with tears in their eyes came in, as well as Teacher Cindy with the same ashen face.
"No one is allowed to speak! Sleep!"
Little Fuling was so frightened by the shout that she closed her eyes, and then she suddenly found something hopeless. . . Own. . . I wanted to go to the toilet. . .
"Can..."
It's okay if I don't want to, but once this idea comes to mind, the physical cooperation is very tacit, and the little Fu Ling curls up in her little breasts and hugs the quilt tightly without daring to say a word.
"I think... I want to go to the bathroom..."
The constant shouts from the bottom of her heart pounded Xiao Fuling's brain, but even if she lent her ten more guts, she would never dare to touch Teacher Cindy's anger again.
that's all. . . Ten minutes passed. . . Half an hour passed. . . An hour passed. . .
If she could persist at the beginning, little Fuling's face was flushed red now, the uncomfortable feeling was like little ants crawling on her body, not daring to move but trembling.
"In a moment...in a moment
can go. . . Hold on a little longer. . . "
This hour passed like a year, but at this moment, a little girl in Xiaofuling Clinic suddenly raised her little hand tremblingly.
"Teacher...teacher...teacher I think...I want to go to the bathroom"
In an absolutely quiet environment, even the tiniest sound of mosquitoes and flies is enough to stir up waves.
However, the earth-shattering shock that Xiao Fuling had expected did not come as promised, instead the deathly silence was still maintained.
"Teacher...teacher...I..."
"Damn! Who!!!"
Like an eggshell full of cracks finally shattered, the teacher who was disturbed over and over again finally burst out of boundless anger.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry teacher... Can I go to the toilet, I can't hold it anymore"
Accompanied by a faint cry, a trembling little hand was raised from the Yimapingchuan small bed.
thump thump!
I saw Mrs. Cindy throwing the quilt, and rushed towards the place where the disaster happened with bare feet, then also pulled the quilt of the little girl from Poria Clinic, grabbed her arm, and threw it directly from the bed to the ground .
"Up, up, up! What did you do before going to bed! I don't know how to go to the toilet! Don't I have long legs, I just scream all day long!"
A roaring sound like thunder exploded in Xiao Fuling's ears. Even if she tightly stuffed her ears with a quilt, she couldn't restrain the boundless fear in her heart.
However, at this moment of silence again, Xiao Fuling's desire to urinate, which had been stagnant in her body for a long time, finally surged out, uncontrollably.
huh huh huh. . .
Coincidentally, Mr. Cindy who was next to me listened to it and saw it for real. . .
"Get up for me!!!"
The crackling sound that sounded like they were losing their minds frightened all the children in the lounge. At this moment, even the most unresponsive children knew instinctively that they had to get up quickly and follow the instructions. There is still no weirdness of human words, and the rustling movements of all the children are staging the most terrifying silent movie.
"Get out! Get out of here!!!"
Chapter 163. Chapter Sixteen Purgatory
Relying on the innate desire to survive, many children almost shed tears, and ran out in a panic wearing only a small vest for sleeping. No one dared to say a word, and no one dared to turn around and touch even the slightest anger.
However, Xiao Fuling, who was almost paralyzed in the bed, was the only exception. Even the little girl who was near the shop just now ran out, but she still wrapped herself tightly in the damp quilt and sheet, her whole body Trembling uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry teacher... I didn't mean to..."
The crying voice was extremely chaotic and trembling. For a three-year-old child, it is not clear what a deadly threat is, but little Fuling can really feel that a pair of hands from the devil are hanging outside her quilt, As long as their heads are exposed, they will instantly choke their own throats!
But the devil outside the quilt seemed to maintain a sense of clarity at the most critical moment. She was not in a hurry to lift the quilt to find the lamb waiting to be slaughtered, but instead walked away. . .
thump thump. . . boom!