The Cub’s Father Pretends to Be Poor Everyday

Chapter 6

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Xie Yishu recalled the little fat cub's life experience, and for a moment didn't know how to respond.

He looked at the little chubby boy who was full of hope, as if he was waiting for praise, and then looked at the drawing on the table, and encouraged him: "Bozai is so beautiful! The background is blue? It is so beautifully painted, it looks like Like the sky…”

Xie Yishu was looking for something to praise for the children's drawings with an abstract style.

001 reminded him in a low voice: "Host, he looks like he's about to cry."

Xie Yishu's voice paused, and he turned to look at Bozai, only to find that the little fat man's expression dimmed little by little.

In the end, he drooped his little head.

Xie Yishu was a little at a loss, wondering if she had said something wrong: "Bozai?"

Bozai lowered his chubby face and said nothing.

He was a little sad, so sad that he couldn't hold his stomach, and protruded little by little.

Teacher Xie didn't realize that he was painting him.

Is it because Mr. Xie is not his mother

The little chubby looked dejectedly at the drawing on the table, then at the photo on Xie Yishu's work card, his sad little expression suddenly went blank.

He looked at the drawing in disbelief, then at the photo, patting his head for a while.

Hi, he knows.

It's because he draws too little.

He only drew the mother from an angle.

"Mr. Xie, Bo Zai hasn't finished drawing yet."

Little Fatty clumsily folded the drawing in half and then in half, folded it into a small square, put it away carefully, and said to Xie Yishu: "Bozai wants to draw another one."

Draw a little more from different angles, maybe Mr. Xie can see it.

The fat boy clenched his fist.

Although I don't know which sentence I said was wrong just now, it's a good thing that the little fat boy can cheer up again.

Xie Yishu felt relieved, reached out and rubbed Bo Zai's head: "Okay, teacher will get you new drawing paper."

The teachers and students in the Mushroom class discovered that their little friend Bo Zai suddenly became addicted to painting.

During recess, draw in position.

When queuing up for the medical examination, I squatted down and drew.

Even after weighing the weight, I was so shocked by the numbers on the scale that I was tearful, I just squatted negatively for a while, then ran to the corner, picked up the drawing paper crayon, and drew with tears.

During lunch, Ge Qing said to Xie Yishu, "It's the first time I've seen that child be so devoted to one thing."

Xie Yishu looked at the little chubby boy who honestly picked up the last grain of rice from the CD, wiped his mouth with his bib, and went to the side to paint, his heart was soft: "He is drawing his mother. "

At first it was like one wall with two windows.

After showing him several new paintings, he already has a nose and eyes, and he can tell that he is painting a portrait.

Ge Qing didn't expect that the little guy was painting his mother. Thinking of the blank child file in the office for the mother, I felt a little emotional for a while.

It's also pitiful.

She changed the subject: "Mr. Xie, I'll take a look at it during my lunch break today. Teacher Wang from the small cauliflower class upstairs will take you to the staff dormitory later. You go to the dormitory to tidy up first."

001's frustrated little electronic voice sounded in his head.

Xie Yishu knew that 001 was disappointed that he couldn't tell the story of the ancient blue star to the children. While comforting it, it will have a bright future, while thanking Ge Qing: "Okay. Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Ge."

As the only young teacher in Yunshan Kindergarten who cannot afford a house and lives in a staff dormitory, Wang Ziqiao is very happy to have a new colleague to accompany him. So after coaxing the "little cauliflowers" to bed with the life teacher, Wang Ziqiao excitedly came to lead them.

Walking downstairs, Wang Ziqiao saw his new colleague for the first time.

At the second glance, he saw the little chubby pier being led by his new colleague.

"Hello, I'm Xie Yishu, the new life teacher of the Little Mushroom Class." The new colleague introduced himself.

Wang Ziqiao stepped forward to shake hands with him, and said enthusiastically, "Hello, my name is Wang Ziqiao, and I work in the class of Little Cauliflower upstairs. We will be roommates from now on, please take care of each other."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and looked at Xiaopangdun: "Isn't this the kid from your little mushroom class? Why is he here?"

It's a long story.

Xie Yishu briefly explained: "He couldn't sleep, Teacher Ge wanted to see other children, so I took him with me."

Bo Zai greeted obediently: "Hello, Teacher Wang."

"Hello, hello." Wang Ziqiao patted his little head, and looked at Xie Yishu again, "Then Mr. Xie, I will take you to the dormitory first. The empty ones have been vacant for a long time, and there are many grays. Maybe it needs to be cleaned first, otherwise it won’t be able to stay at night.”

Bo Zai's little ears perked up.

Xie Yishu nodded understandingly: "Okay."

Bozai wrinkled his chubby face.

It has not been lived in for a long time, there is a lot of dust, and it cannot be lived without cleaning.

After hearing this description, Bo Zai didn't want Mr. Xie to live. Although it is still uncertain whether Teacher Xie is his mother, he does not want to make Teacher Xie suffer.

The staff dormitory is next to the playground.

The light yellow four-story building, the lower three floors are used as various activity rooms, and the top floor is the staff dormitory.

"This one is mine." Wang Ziqiao pointed to the one next to the stairs, and then pointed to the several rooms on the side, "These three rooms are all empty. You can choose from these three rooms, the opposite side These rooms and the two inside were used by the director to store sundries, and if you want to live in them, you have to move out the things inside first.”

"Okay." Xie Yishu didn't choose, and chose the room next to Wang Ziqiao, "Let's go with this one."

"Come on." Wang Ziqiao took out the card and swiped it, and handed the card to Xie Yishu while opening the door, "You keep the key, and tie it to the terminal later, and you can just swipe the terminal when you go in and out."

"Okay." Xie Yishu put away the keys, led Bozai, and followed Wang Ziqiao into the dormitory.

With two big and one small crowding in, the dormitory was almost full.

Bo Zai looked around and saw the staff dormitory, which was not half the size of his toy room, and his psychological defense collapsed.

How can you live in such a place!

Without hesitation, Bo Zai raised his chubby hand and grabbed Xie Yishu's clothes.

He doesn't want Teacher Xie to live here, he wants to bring Teacher Xie home!

Before he had time to open his mouth to invite, he heard Teacher Wang's voice: "How is it? It's not bad."

And Teacher Xie's satisfied voice: "It's much better than I imagined... This is probably the best dormitory I've ever lived in."

Xie Yishu looked at the dormitory in front of him.

Although the dormitory is small, it is fully functional.

There are beds, tables, temperature control, wardrobes, and a small bathroom.

Much better than crowded sextuple rooms and musty basements.

But it was also a long time no one lived.

There was a layer of dust on the furniture, and there was a crack in the curtains, and the sunlight came in, and the dust could be seen floating in the air.

Wang Ziqiao and his brothers pushed him nicely: "This is also the best dormitory I have ever lived in."

Bo Zai listened to them with his ears open, and at the end, he slowly let go of his hand.

If Mr. Xie was his mother... It turns out that mother likes such a place, no wonder she refuses to go back to the house where he and his father live.

The little fat cub's heart sank in his stomach.

The two adults were discussing about cleaning, but they didn't notice that there was something wrong with Xiaopangdun.

"Can you use my dust remover first? I'll get it for you." Wang Ziqiao said as he returned to his room, and soon came with a bucket of cleaning tools. "The rag is new, you use it first."

Xie Yishu took the bucket and thanked: "Thank you, Teacher Wang."

"You're welcome. By the way, Mr. Xie, where did you live before? Do you have anything to move here? I'm free today. I'll move with you after get off work."

"I...wasn't on the main star before." Xie Yishu looked towards the door, not saying that the backpack at the door contained all his luggage, "It's not convenient to send things here, I plan to go out to buy some at night."

"Then, I'll go out with you at night to show you the surrounding environment. I just happen to make up some things."

Wang Ziqiao was worried about the group of little monkeys at work. Seeing that Xie Yishu didn't need his help here, he made an appointment to go out together after closing the garden, so he left first.

Xie Yishu looked at the cleaning tools in the bucket, first opened the window to ventilate, and then turned on the dust collector to remove dust.

With the dust collector, the cleaning work is basically gone.

The rest is to wipe all the furniture, and then turn on the disinfection device to sterilize the corners.

Xie Yishu wet the rag, and was going to wipe the chair first, so that Bo Zai could sit on it.

Looking down, he saw that the little fat man had already rolled up his sleeves, exposing his fleshy little fat arms: "Teacher! Poppy is here to help you!"

"Okay." Xie Yishu didn't hesitate much, "Thank you Bozai."

He gave the little fat boy a rag and asked him to wipe the furniture with him.

Although the little fat pier is a little clumsy, he wipes very hard. He is short and can't wipe the upper part, so he only wipes the chairs, table legs and other places that can be reached.

With his help, the dormitory was cleaned up quickly.

The rest is to clean the inside of the dust collector and return it to Wang Ziqiao at night.

Xie Yishu asked Bo Zai to sit on the small chair and wait for him, and went to the bathroom with the dust remover.

When I came out, I saw the little chubby lying on the desk drawing.

This time there are three people in the painting.

Xie Yishu guessed that Bo Zai drew himself and his parents.

Xie Yishu remembered what Teacher Ge had said to him.

He and his father depend on each other for life.

Dad is a car repairman, owed money outside, and often took him to change kindergartens.

Xie Yishu couldn't help thinking of a single father living with his son:

The father works hard all day long, and most of the money he earns is used to pay off the debts, and the rest is spent on the children. Let the children dress clean and tidy, and go to kindergarten decently.

The child knows his father's hard work, he is young and sensible, helps his father with housework, tries to lighten his father's burden, and misses his mother every day...

Bozai noticed Xie Yishu's gaze, and subconsciously straightened his back.

This time, he drew three mothers.

The mother with her back to him, the squatting mother, and the mother beside him.

I drew three at once, maybe Mr. Xie has already seen it.

Bozai took a deep breath nervously, and heard Xie Yishu ask him: "Bozai, did you draw your family?"

Bo Zai came home with more than twenty drawings.

Later, he drew more than ten pictures one after another, but Mr. Xie didn't realize that he was painting him.

Is Teacher Xie really not his mother

But it's so similar!

The little fat pier was puzzled, holding his own painting on the sofa and looking at it for a long time.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Bozai sat up from the sofa, held the painting in his hands, and rushed into Gu Yanzhi's arms with his short legs: "Dad! Look, Bozai can draw so well!"

Gu Yan held the drawing in one hand and picked up his son in the other.

Bo Zai put his arms around his neck, wanting his father to help him analyze whether Mr. Xie was his mother. Before the analysis, I couldn't help but put it off again: "Dad, who do you think Bo Zai drew?"

Gu Yanzhi looked at the painting and pondered for a while.

He could only see that his son's painting should be a person.

As for who that person is... Combined with the performance of the little fat boy, Gu Yanzhi asked in a firm tone: "Is the picture of Bo Zai the father?"

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