Jian Chenglang's words were deep and touching, and he had just finished speaking.
Jian Xiyan's clear eyes lit up instantly, but he didn't react yet.
Next to him, Qu Qianqian, who was finishing praising her sister Lili as the most beautiful in the world, and was about to start praising her as the most beautiful in the universe, seemed to hear something, and her ears moved slightly—
Then, he suddenly stood up from the sofa.
"… excellent?"
As she said that, Qu Qianqian widened her eyes and looked at Jian Chenglang, as if she was asking for proof, the little milk said in a hurry:
"Uncle, do you mean that my younger brother's composition will be excellent?"
Jian Chenglang was stunned for a moment, not knowing why she asked such a question, but seeing her big clear eyes, she felt a little guilty, and for a while, she didn't answer right away.
As far as Jian Xiyan is concerned, he writes his father dead and alive, and hopes that his father will die soon. If there is no positive composition, it is because the teacher is blind.
Not to mention giving him an excellent.
A truly excellent composition should be written, how hard my father goes to work every day, how much he loves me, and I love him very much. I must be filial to him when I grow up.
Like this, the whole process revolves around the composition of "Father is kind and son is filial", "I love Dad the most", "Dad is too hard, I have to understand him".
That is excellent writing.
Rather than like Jian Xiyan, the whole composition has a central point:
My enemy dad.
Being kind to father and filial to son is not at all related.
But being stared at by Jian Xiyan, Jian Chenglang still bit the bullet, put his hand to his lips, and coughed softly against his conscience: "Of course."
Zhang Yiming also heard it, and seeing that Jian Chenglang was so sure, he immediately believed it.
His eyes also brightened, he quickly got up from his seat, and said to Jian Xiyan next to him: "Brother Xiyan, can you show me your composition? I want to see how you write it. I also want to be great!"
Little Luli, who is far away, has good ears, and Zhang Yiming's voice is relatively loud, so she heard it, she widened her black eyes, and the little milk voice said anxiously: "Excellent? Where is the excellence? I want it too, I want it too!"
Seeing this, Qu Qianqian hurriedly passed on a message: "Sister Lili, brother Xiyan's composition is excellent! Uncle said, brother Xiyan's composition will definitely be excellent!"
"Really?" Xiao Luli said pleasantly, "Brother Xiyan, you, can you teach us how to write? People also want to be excellent!"
Jian Xiyan nodded without any reservations, and directly wrote a few large characters on the writing board:
Simple, just write it to death.
Jian Chenglang: "..."
Jian Yi: "..."
Lu Junhan: "..."
Qu Sinian: "..."
Zhang Dazhuang: "..."
In an instant, the audience was extremely quiet, as if there was no one alive.
In the next second, Qu Qianqian said in surprise: "Is it so simple? Can you get excellent in this way?"
In Qu Qianqian's view, it is indeed very simple. After all, it is written to death, and her father is not really dead.
In contrast, getting "excellent" is more important.
After all, it is an aristocratic kindergarten, and the teacher education is the most cutting-edge and the best.
Teachers are also demanding.
Homework correction is very strict.
Qu Qianqian and Lu Li were doted on by their family members, unlike other wealthy families who started forcing their children to study when they were one or two years old.
As a result, Qu Qianqian and the others are in kindergarten, their level is much different from other children who have learned to read and write early.
The other children's homework has been excellent several times, but Lu Li and the others are almost all good.
Of course, it's also because they love to play.
After class, the other children are all in their seats, studying and doing their homework seriously.
The four of them were fine. After class, it was as if they had just been released from prison. They were very happy and couldn't sit still in their positions.
They just gather together to eat candy and chat.
If it weren't for their good genes, smart and flexible minds, and the family also hired tutors, otherwise, they might not even get good grades.
Qu Sinian and the others didn't want to put too much pressure on them so early, they believed in free education, and at the same time felt that it was good to have a good life, as long as they were happy, it was better than anything else.
They think so, but the little guy doesn't think so.
What can't be said is the best and the best.
Every time, seeing other children's excellent homework, and Xiao Honghua, Xiao Luli and the others are not to mention how envious they are.
They also want an excellent.
As long as there is one, they are satisfied.
So, I heard that as long as I write my father to death, I can get excellent, and I am not really dead anyway.
Qu Qianqian didn't think too much, she found a new composition and started to write.
Seeing this, Zhang Yiming also took out a new composition. Luckily, he was like a good brother. The chubby patted his father's shoulder with his hand, and said:
"Dad! Don't worry! I promise you will die miserably, no one will be worse than you! Hahahaha, excellent! Here I come!"
Apparently, in Zhang Yiming's unskilled mind, he simply said that the worse his father's death, the better his composition would be.
Zhang Dazhuang: "..."
Xiao Luli was also very excited. She took out her composition book, and she felt extremely sad when she thought of writing her father to death.
Although he wasn't really dead, the little girl couldn't bear to write her father dead.
So, she raised her black and clear big clean eyes, and comforted her father seriously:
"Father, just die first, okay? Just die lightly! Wait, wait until someone gets an excellent composition, and you can come back to life! So, don't be afraid, they won't let you die Too long."
Lu Junhan: "..."
As for Jian Xiyan, he took a look at Jian Yi and raised his writing board: How do you want to die? I can satisfy you.
Jian Yi: "..."
Seeing that Jian Yi didn't speak, Jian Xiyan didn't care about it, and began to write down again.
Jian Yi: "..."
Three seconds later.
The four parents had the same expressionless faces, and then all looked at the culprit, Jian Chenglang.
Jian Chenglang trembled all over: "...well, I remember I have something to do, so I'm leaving first!"
Jian Chenglang turned around and was about to run when Qu Sinian, who was next to him, ruthlessly pushed him back to the sofa.
Zhang Dazhuang stood up, with a ferocious smile on his face, and his words were a little gritted:
"Hey! Brother Jane, why are you running away! You gave us such a big gift, and we haven't even thanked you properly yet."
"..."
Jian Chenglang laughed: "This, this is not necessary, that, in fact, I think it is quite cold here, I will add some clothes first, um, when I finish adding clothes, you will not thank me if I come back..."
Before he finished speaking, the door of Lu's living room was closed with a "bang".
Lu Junhan was casually playing with the lighter in his hand, seeing Jian Chenglang looking over, he raised his thin lips: "You're welcome."
Jian Chenglang: "..."