twenty-five minutes ago—
Jian Xiyan clicked on his sister Lili's voice in the group.
After listening, decisively sent the three words "coming soon".
He hurriedly got up from the ground.
Then, holding his writing board in his arms, he went downstairs to find Jian Yi.
Jian Chenglang also heard Xiao Luli's voice.
Seeing this, she knew that Jian Xiyan was definitely looking for Jian Yi to take him to the Lu family.
Seeing that the taciturn father and son were finally going to start a conversation between father and son, instead of being irrelevant to each other and doing their own things as before, Jian Chenglang was very excited, and followed behind Jian Xiyan with a camera on his shoulder , also went downstairs.
Originally, Jian Xiyan didn't want to find Jian Yi, and it was better to find Jian Chenglang than Jian Yi.
But the trouble is, if he wants to write a composition, his father has to watch it by his side.
If Jian Yi didn't go to the Lu's house with him, even if Jian Xiyan did go to the Lu's house alone, he wouldn't be able to write a composition, and could only watch other friends write.
Jian Xiyan didn't want to be left behind, so she had no choice but to go to her father reluctantly with a small, paralyzed face.
When Jian Xiyan came down from upstairs, Jian Yi was looking for beer in the kitchen, and just found a can in the refrigerator, and the tab hadn't been opened yet, so she happened to take out her phone and take a look.
At a glance, I saw the news that Lu Junhan posted in the group, asking them to stop the little guys and not let them go out, otherwise, everyone would have to finish playing today.
Jian Yi: "..."
At that moment, Jian Yi thought about what the meaning of having a child was.
Is it too comfortable to live
Or do you think there is no one to fight with him
Originally, the matter of rewriting the composition was already a big bad news.
Now, compared with the four little guys who have to write essays together again, rewriting essays seems to be no big deal.
In fact, if there is no sentence from the head teacher: When writing a composition, parents must supervise it and record a video to prove it.
Jian Yi probably sent Jian Xiyan to Lu's house to write a composition. If Jian Xiyan didn't finish the composition, he would not allow him to come back. Even, it's fine for him to stay at Lu's house for a winter vacation, as long as he puts Homework and composition to write.
But the problem is that if Jian Xiyan writes a composition, he has to supervise it, which also means that if Jian Xiyan goes to Lu's house, he has to follow him.
Still have to follow.
And once you follow, you will see the living foursome, or the foursome who want to write an essay.
He still wants to live a few more years.
Therefore, Jian Yi made a balance in an instant. Even if Lu Junhan didn't send a message to remind him, Jian Yi would not let Jian Xiyan go out, nor let him go to Lu's house, and together with the other three, forced him to death. .
Therefore, when Jian Xiyan ran up to him, raised the writing board, and said that he was going to Lu's house to write an essay, Jian Yi refused without giving a reason.
"Don't even think about it."
Jian Xiyan was angry and raised the tablet: I'm going! ! ! !
"Then you go by yourself."
Jian Yi said decisively.
Naturally, Jian Xiyan couldn't go alone, unless he didn't plan to write essays anymore.
He pursed his bright red mouth, and there was a bit of anger on his delicate and fair face.
He glanced at Jian Chenglang next to him, and Jian Chenglang shrugged, expressing that he was helpless.
Seeing Jian Xiyan holding the writing board, Jian Yi stomped his feet angrily, but looked helpless, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, but he still said in a cold voice:
"Stay at home by yourself, don't run around."
After speaking, Jian Yi left.
Jian Xiyan's eyes turned red instantly, and he looked at Jian Chenglang eagerly.
Jian Chenglang handed the camera to the photographer, rubbed Jian Xiyan's head, and sighed helplessly:
"You see, I can't help it. After all, your father is such a big man. If he doesn't want to go to Lu's house, we can't make him faint and drag him there? So, Xiao Yan, you still listen to your father , stay at home well, and when you are free in the future, your father will take you to Lu's house to play."
Jian Xiyan didn't say anything, but blinked slowly.
Get dizzy, drag it over...
Jian Chenglang: "Little proverb?"
Three seconds later, Jian Xiyan raised the tablet: Got it.
Jian Chenglang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had given up, and rubbed his little head: "Good boy, then you can play by yourself, my uncle still has some things to deal with later."
Jian Xiyan nodded.
Jian Chenglang stood up with a smile, and left the kitchen not long after.
He didn't see that Jian Xiyan behind him tilted his head and looked thoughtful.
Then, he took out his cell phone.
The photographer was surprised to see that he could play with his mobile phone at the age of three, and quickly zoomed in on the camera.
Then, all the audience in the live broadcast room, as well as the cameraman, watched helplessly as the handsome and serious little Zhengtai wrote in the search bar:
How can people be killed.
Photographer: "..."
Audiences:"… "
Papa Jane, come back quickly! !
Do you know that your son is going to kill his father? ! !
The audience went "hahahaha" for a while.
In fact, the audience can see that the input method used by the Jian Xiyan kid is handwriting. He actually wanted to write "faint", but the word "faint" may be too difficult to write. In contrast, "death" " Words are easier and more familiar.
Thus, there was a scene of patricide.
Fortunately, the Internet is relatively clean and positive.
According to the search, there is no way to "kill" people, but there are many ways to "make people fall asleep" and "make people faint".
Jian Xiyan has been learning Chinese characters recently. Although he still can't understand many characters and some sentences, he can barely understand the meaning above.
It was nothing more than hitting the back of the neck and the head to make people dizzy, but it took a lot of force. Jian Xiyan saw the "heavy blows", thought about his own small body, and thought about his father.
He stretched out his arms, but they couldn't reach his dad's neck, let alone his head.
His dad could have hit him hard enough to knock him out.
So, it was ruled out directly.
Then, his eyes swept across the screen, and finally, he landed somewhere.
…
Jian Yi didn't know that she was very lucky to escape being beaten by her son.
Right now, he was sitting in the living room answering the phone call from his mother, asking Jian Xiyan how he was doing, whether there was anything unusual, whether he had eaten much, whether he had spoken, in short, a bunch of questions.
After all, the crown prince of the Jian family is not called for nothing.
His parents had to call to ask questions every three days, and asked a psychiatrist to examine Jian Xiyan from time to time.
For convenience, the psychiatrist directly became Jian Xiyan's exclusive doctor, and lived in a certain room on the first floor of Jian's villa.
Just in case something happens to Jian Xiyan, the doctor can be there right away.
As Jian Xiyan was talking, he glanced at Jian Xiyan, who was holding a writing board, and watermelon juice from the corner of his eye. Jian Xiyan put the watermelon juice on the coffee table with a paralyzed face, and wrote:
Uncle gave it to you.
Then he wanted to leave, Jian Yi's mother seemed to have noticed something, and asked, "Is it Xiao Yan?"
Jian Yi let out a "hmm".
"You ask Xiao Yan to answer the phone."
Jian Yi: "What did you ask him to pick up? He can't speak."
Mother Jian was impatient: "What nonsense! Just give him the phone, and I don't plan to talk to him, I just want to hear what's wrong with my precious grandson's breathing? Why do you care so much!"
Jian Yi: "..."
Jian Yi was speechless, too lazy to say any more, and threw the phone to Jian Xiyan with a blank expression.
Then, he took a few sips of the watermelon juice that Jian Chenglang had prepared for him on the coffee table.
It seemed that it was too sweet, so Jian Yi took a few sips and stopped drinking.
…
Jian Chenglang was explaining things to the staff, but he was dragged away by Jian Xiyan just halfway through.
Then, he saw his brother who was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed.
Jian Chenglang was stunned for a moment, but before he understood what Jian Xiyan wanted him for, Jian Xiyan seriously lifted up the writing board, his eyes sparkling:
Dad is already yun (dizzy), let's quickly drag him to Sister Lili.
Jian Chenglang: "..."