Even toddler safety clippers can be dangerous for a five-year-old without adult supervision.
Gu Yanzhi slapped the baby's fat butt twice as a punishment, and told him not to play with the scissors by himself when no adults are around, even children can't cut it safely.
Then he went downstairs with the scissors, and asked the housekeeper to put away the hand-made scissors, and, next time, don't cover up the little fat boy again.
Bozai was secretly thankful that "the existence of his mother was not exposed", but the incident of "being spanked by his father at the age of five" still greatly affected his self-esteem as a little man.
He didn't want to recall such sad things in front of his mother, so he changed the subject clumsily: "Mr. Xie, what are you holding in your hand?"
Xie Yishu was relieved when he heard Bozai said it fit, and handed him the small express box in his hand: "Guess?"
Bo Zai took the express box, held it to his ear, shook it carefully, tilted his head, and listened carefully.
very light.
Shake to hear a rattling sound.
It should be a small thing, but what could it be? Bozai thought for a while, then shook his chubby face: "Bozai can't guess."
Xie Yishu was amused by the little chubby's rigorous and serious appearance, rubbed his little head with a smile, and replied: "It's a light brain frame."
"Oh, Bo Zai knows this!" He also has an optical brain rack at home, and he can put the optical brain on it, and he can lie on the bed and watch cartoons. At that time, put your hands behind your little head as a pillow, and put your chubby legs on your knees, it will be very comfortable!
It’s just that Dad said it’s bad for his eyes and forbade him to watch cartoons in bed: “Does Teacher Xie also want to watch cartoons in bed? Dad and Bo Zai said it’s not good to watch cartoons in bed like this.” He wants to protect his eyes, and Mom also wants to protect his eyes. Protect your eyes.
"Your father is right." Xie Yishu led Bo Zai into the classroom and turned on the lights in the classroom, "The teacher didn't buy it to watch videos on the bed, the teacher wanted to use it to record videos."
"Record video?"
"Yes." Because there are only the two of them in the classroom, Xie Yishu is more casual. He opened the express box, took out the optical brain rack from inside, fixed the optical brain on it, clicked on the live broadcast app, and created a preview live broadcast room demonstration for the little fat boy to watch.
"Fix the stand on the table, and adjust the angle, and you can record the same picture for a long time... Pop, look."
Bo Zai looked at the two white and tender chubby hands on the screen, and said in surprise: "Wow!"
More professional anchors will choose a holographic live broadcast room or a professional live broadcast stand with lights and radios, but for newcomers like Xie Yishu, a stand is enough.
Xie Yishu pressed the bracket and pushed it, the picture on the screen did not move at all, and it was quite stable.
Xie Yishu picked up the optical computer, switched the interface, signed for the order, and gave a five-star praise.
Bo Zai was still immersed in the excitement of "my chubby got the live broadcast", and it took a while to realize: the live broadcast software was installed in the mother's optical brain. Mom bought a brain rack to record videos. Does that mean that mom has her own live broadcast room
If this is the case, wouldn't he be able to see his mother in the kindergarten every day, and see his mother in the light brain after returning home!
Xiao Pangdun's eyes lit up, he grabbed the corner of Xie Yishu's clothes, and asked eagerly: "Mr. Xie, can you watch it again..."
When he thought of seeing his mother when he went home, he was very excited. He couldn't express himself clearly for a while, so he could only clumsily draw the appearance of the optical brain on the bracket: "That!"
Xie Yishu understood the meaning of the little chubby boy, called out the preview live broadcast room, and fixed the optical brain on the bracket: "This?"
A pair of chubby hands reappeared on the screen.
Bozai stared at the small line of words in the upper left corner, trying to remember what each word looked like. After a while, a big smile appeared on his face: "Mr. Xie, Bo Zai is watching!"
He remembered the name of his mother's live broadcast room!
Called "zygote"!
The author has something to say: Gu Yanzhi: As long as my son has better eyesight and can read more words, I wouldn't have missed seeing Xiaoshu until now. [Light a cigarette.JPG]