Jiao Yan is three-and-a-half years old this year, at the age when he should go to kindergarten.
The childcare grandma the family had hired before quit her job at an old age and changed to an aunt who never smiled. Auntie gave him some toys every day and went to play on the phone by herself without talking to him. This made Xiao Jiaoyan, who had resisted going to kindergarten before, agreed to his parents’ proposal.
School has started for more than a month, and Jiao Yan used to be a transfer student. When following the teacher into the class, the children are in class.
The classroom is covered with anti-fall cushions, and the desk is a pink-blue oval table. A dozen children sit around the table. Hearing the movement, they looked over.
"This is a new classmate in our class. His name is Jiao Yan."
Jiao Yan was wearing a white shirt, small suit, small leather shoes, and a gray checkered bow tie, standing sullenly in front of the blackboard.
The classroom was quiet for a moment, and the girl in a pink dress raised her hand: "Teacher, is he a prince?"
The teacher laughed: "Why do you think he is a prince?"
"He is wearing a prince's clothes!"
"He is so good-looking!"
"He looks the same as the prince in the fairy tale book!"
Several little girls talked about each other.
The little boys are a little unconvinced. Children of this age feel that they are the prince. Zhang Xiaofei, who was lying on the table sleeping, was awakened, frowned and rubbed his eyes, and saw the little prince with soft light effects on the stage.
Lifting his leg, kicking the little fat guy next to him: "Sit down there!"
"What are you doing?" The little fat man was unhappy.
"You squeezed me." Zhang Xiaofei shook his small fist compared to the widest position in the classroom.
Yielding to his fist, the little fat man sucked his nose and moved aggrievedly to the side.
Zhang Xiaofei was satisfied, and raised his hand: "Teacher, let him sit here, there is room here!"
So Jiao Yan sat beside Zhang Xiaofei.
"My name is Zhang Xiaofei, and my name is Zhang Chenfei. What's your name?" The little boy with a red print on his face, he thought he was handsome and put his chin on one hand, and asked coolly.
Jiao Yan had never been with children of the same age. He was a little nervous, and his face was tight: "Jiao Yan."
"This is a big name, my mother said that you should be called a nickname when you go to kindergarten." Zhang Xiaofei said solemnly.
"Really?" Jiao Yan, who had never attended kindergarten, didn't understand very well. "My nickname is Yan Yan."
"Yanyan, hey, this is for you to eat." Zhang Chenfei took out a milk candy from his pocket and stuffed it into the little prince's hand. This is the secret weapon his mother gave him to make friends. Anyone who has eaten his milk candy in the kindergarten is willing to play with him.
Jiao Yan looked at the candy in his hand, wondering if he should pick it up, hesitated for a while, and whispered, "Thank you."
The teacher continues the class, this class is to teach everyone to write their own names. Each person will give out an erasable whiteboard and a colored pen. Most children have learned their own names at home and can write them crookedly.
Zhang Chenfei, who had already started to learn arithmetic from his father, naturally wrote a name, and wrote the three characters "Zhang Xiaofei".
Jiao Yan himself watched a lot of preschool cartoons at home and knew a lot of characters, but no one taught him to hold a pen, and he couldn't write. Seeing the neat and beautiful writing of the kid next to me, I was a little envious.
"Well, kids who know how to write names, stand up your boards and let everyone take a look." The teacher clapped his hands and looked at everyone's boards.
Most children can write one or two characters. Those who can't write are replaced by O-"Li Ying O" and "Wang OO", but there are also those who can write all-"Gao Shiqing" and "Zhang Xiaofei".
"Jiao Yan, why didn't you write? The teacher heard that you can read," the teacher walked over, squatting behind Jiao Yan, pointing to the words on Zhang Chen's board, "you come to read."
Suddenly being named, Jiao Yan was a little at a loss: "Zhang Xiao..."
"Diao!" Gao Shiqing, the youngest but the most recognizable, jumped up, "I can recognize it. That word says'Diao', Zhang Xiaodi, hahahaha!"
Zhang Chenfei took the pen cap and threw him: "Then you are called a big mouth, no wonder your mouth is so big!"
"Slightly!" Gao Shiqing climbed onto the table and grimaced at him with his mouth.
Zhang Chenfei grabbed the pen and climbed to the table, trying to draw him a big mouth. The two of them clamored on the table and kicked over Li Yingjun's small board.
"Zhang Xiaofei, Gao Xiaoqing!" The teacher grabbed one in one hand and lifted the two naughty ghosts off. "If you don't follow the classroom order, you two go to the yard!"
The slapstick was cleared out, and the class continued. The teacher wrote Jiao Yan's name on the whiteboard and asked him to follow the description.
A class just passed, and after class, the children played on the anti-fall cushion. Xiao Jiaoyan sat in the position and didn't move. Everyone was unfamiliar with him and no one played with him. Touching the milk candy in his pocket, Jiao Yan stood up and walked away into the yard with his short legs.
In the yard are various toy facilities, slides, trampolines, crawling nets and swings. The swing is the most precious of all toys, because there are only two places, first come first served.
The two who were punished not to attend the class took their place early, sitting on the swing and shaking their feet triumphantly.
"Zhang Xiaofei, let me play for a while?" The girl in a pink dress begged him.
"Is there any benefit?" Zhang Chenfei remained unmoved, and continued to swing rhythmically, "Lao Gao, we two swing higher than anyone else!"
"If you let me play, I will be your bride from now on." The little girl grabbed the rope and said innocently.
Zhang Chenfei looked at her: "I don't want it. You rubbed your nose on my sleeve last time, so you don't want such a sloppy bride!"
The pink skirt wrinkled her nose, as if she had been greatly humiliated, and she learned the lines in the TV series and said: "Today you are ignorant of me. Tomorrow I will let you rise high."
After speaking, he turned and ran away, grabbing Jiao Yan who was standing alone on the porch: "Jiao Xiaoyan, let's play "Cinderella", I'm Cinderella, and you're a prince."
Jiao Yan had watched "Cinderella" in the cartoon, but didn't know how to play it: "Are you talking about letting me play the prince and then dancing with you?"
"Yes!" The pink skirt smiled and nodded, then brought three little girls to play the vicious sister and stepmother, and then looked at Zhang Chenfei on the swing provocatively.
When the children in other classes saw Jiao Yan for the first time, they all thought he was good-looking. Soon after, many girls gathered around, vying to dance with Jiao Yan.
"Oh, your status is not guaranteed. In the past, you were used to play the role of the president and the little daughters." Gao Shiqing gloated with misfortune.
President Zhang Xiaofei dropped the swing, put one hand in his pocket, and pushed aside the little girl who was about to dance with Jiao Yan.
"Oh, it's the president!"
"Wow, did he come to grab Xiaoya?"
"Zhang Xiaofei is the one who reads the lines best in our garden, oh, he's going to talk, he's going to talk!"
Zhang Chenfei raised his chin cruelly: "He is what I am after, and no one is allowed to touch it." After speaking, he stretched out a soft hand.
"Yeah?" The little girl who screamed halfway got stuck, watching the little president cuddle the little prince incredulously.
Xiao Mushroom Radio played music during the class, Jiao Yan didn't understand what kind of routine, was caught by Zhang Xiaofei in a daze and swayed with the music:
What's the name of Dad's father? Dad's father is called Grandpa.
What is the name of father's mother? Dad’s mother is called Grandma.
…
Dancing with the little prince, the kindergarten overlord Zhang Xiaofei unilaterally announced that the new little prince is his own daughter-in-law, and no one is allowed to hold his hand.
"I am a boy and cannot be your daughter-in-law." Jiao Yan knows this common sense.
"I can do it, I have the final say in this kindergarten," Zhang Chen said unreasonably, stretched out his fleshy little hand to pinch the little prince's chin, "Follow me, they won't bully you. You live with me. name… "
Jiao Yan is not used to being so close to the children. He was nervous for a while, remembering Gao Shiqing's: "Zhang Xiaodi?"
"..."
Zhang Xiaofei was angry and did not speak to Jiao Yan. Jiao Yan didn't realize it, and obediently ate lunch and took a nap according to the teacher's request.
During lunch time, the children in the same class are all in the same room, with two small beds next to each other.
Zhang Chenfei was next to Gao Shiqing, lying on the bed tossing and unable to fall asleep: "Old Gao, do you think I should go to coax him?"
"Sick, you, he is a boy, really treat him as a wife?" Gao Shiqing held his foot, put it to his mouth and took a bite.
"He looks good! My dad said that the definition of a wife is the best-looking person in your eyes." Zhang Chen furiously grabbed the wooden fence at the edge of the small bed and stared at Jiao Yan not far away.
Jiao Yan's bed was next to Li Yingjun.
Li Yingjun is a clean and elegant little boy. He smiled with crooked eyes and lay down after saying hello to his new neighbor. When I was about to fall asleep, I was suddenly awakened by someone. I turned my head and looked over and was startled: "Zhang Xiaofei?"
"Hey -" During the nap, the teacher did not let the voice, Zhang Chen saw left and right, "said the position of the trick."
"Why?"
"I want to sleep with Yanyan, he is my wife." Zhang Xiaofei said frankly.
"No, I like this little pillow." Li Yingjun disagreed.
As a result, Li Xiaojun was beaten and cried by Zhang Xiaofei.
Jiao Yan had just fallen asleep, dreaming that his parents had left him at home again, and was suddenly awakened by a burst of crying. I opened my eyes and saw Li Yingjun standing barefoot on the ground crying, Zhang Chenfei was occupying his bed triumphantly.
The teacher heard the sound and came in, and Zhang Chenfei first complained: "I saw this bed first!"
"Zhang Xiaofei, why are you again? Return to your own position." The teacher criticized him in a low voice.
"I don't, I'll just sleep here!" Zhang Chen grabbed the wooden fence on the bed, then squashed his mouth, making a posture of crying loudly.
The teacher was afraid of waking up other children, so he could only coax Li Yingjun to sleep in Zhang Chenfei's position.
Jiao Yan looked at the hand stretched over from the wooden fence and blinked unclearly.
"The teacher said that we have to hold hands to sleep," Zhang Xiaofei said seriously, "holding hands will not have nightmares."
Jiao Yan stretched out his hand suspiciously and held it with the toffee-scented hand.
"Go to sleep, always protect you." Zhang Xiaofei said bluntly.
Little Jiao Yan closed his eyes again, and the dream just went on. The nanny turned into a wooden man, sitting motionless on the sofa, he was a little scared, his nose was sour and wanted to cry. A warm hand stretched out and grabbed him, and said in a very milky voice: "Don't be afraid, I will always be with you."
The icy dream suddenly had temperature, and Xiao Jiao Yan in the dream couldn't help but smile.
It's great to go to kindergarten.
The author has something to say: This is a story assuming that the two met early