Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

Qingyun used to lack patience when doing things, but it didn’t matter. She would just anxiously give in. After all, she had no ability to change anything except accepting her fate.

The arm cannot twist the thigh. When she was young, she believed that man can conquer nature. She heard her father, who was a drunkard and a boaster, say "my destiny is in my own hands" countless times. In the end, she just smiled mockingly and turned away.

Now she has become much calmer and more composed. Although she is small and can't do much, and can only do many things by hinting, pretending to be stupid and acting like a spoiled child, the confidence and composure of Fu Shengyu and the others have really infected her.

It seems that all of this can be solved, just eat one bite at a time, do things one step at a time, and just wait patiently.

Qingyun observed Chang Jin's expression for two days and saw that he looked normal except that he looked a little awkward occasionally, probably because Wen Geyin had mentioned to him about going to school.

Within a few days, the temperature rose again, but the petals fell everywhere in Little Merlin, making it look romantic and desolate.

Fu Shengyu wanted to find an opportunity to talk about the sentence "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold" in his notes. He is a little obsessed with educating children now, and feels that being a teacher would be a good career. It's a pity that he probably won't have such patience for others.

Thinking of the line in the Fengzhou Kindergarten's enrollment brochure that read "Parents are the best teachers for their children" when he visited various kindergartens, Fu Shengyu couldn't help feeling proud. Naturally, he wanted to be Qingyun's best teacher, which meant not only paying attention all the time but also setting a good example.

Exhaling the foul air in his chest, he picked up his pen and wrote down the four big words "Beware of arrogance and impetuosity", preparing to quietly find a way to frame it and put it in his small study.

Fu Shengyu's handwriting cannot be said to be beautiful, but it is still acceptable. He has the perseverance to practice calligraphy, but he has no teacher and no money to buy copybooks. He can only copy the words in the textbook stroke by stroke, but he can't get the point.

As for calligraphy, it was at the beginning that I studied the basics carefully in order to please the client. Later, I found that writing can really calm my mind, so I bought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone to write for fun.

He didn't have that much time to dye the pool water with ink, but just to practice the sense of pride of wanting but not getting and then losing and regaining.

I had just packed up my writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone and put them in a small box when I heard Qingyun's happy laughter downstairs and the clear sound of a bicycle bell.

Qingyun has been loving the new toy these days. Even though his little butt is a little sore from the shaking, he still continues to play with it.

Fu Shengyu was a little worried that she would lose her ambition due to pleasure, but he was also very happy that she liked sports. He was very conflicted. If he had had the opportunity to study when he was a child, he would have to kowtow to the gods and thank his parents for not being completely heartless.

The conditions are different now and the times have changed a bit. Fu Shengyu has always felt that he is a prominent figure of this era. Having worked his way up from the bottom to this position, he has the ability and vision.

But when he saw Qingyun, he always worried that he had been abandoned by the times. This era would be her era, and he didn't quite know how to educate such a normal child.

"Children from poor families grow up early", Fu Shengyu has always hated this saying, as if it is taking other people's suffering as a compliment, so that they will gratefully swallow the bitter fruit created by the previous generation.

A childhood full of pain is like a big tree with damaged roots. It is unknown how long it can last.

A bad tree bears bad fruit, but a bad bamboo can only produce a few good bamboo shoots.

The laughter outside the window rang out again, bringing Fu Shengyu back to his senses. He was really having a headache. It seemed that becoming a father quickly was really unreliable.

Although it is very tiring to ride up the small slope, swooping down from the small slope is very "Wuhu", with the spring breeze blowing on your face, carrying the fragrance of unknown flowers, and an indescribable sense of leisure and tranquility.

But Pipi really didn't want to sit on the cushion, so Qingyun parked the bicycle in a specially built shed outside the yard and changed to an electric car to continue going out for patrol.

Fu Shengyu called Fang Cheng and learned that Qingyun liked to go around Fufeng Fort to watch the fun, so he couldn't help but come up with a plan.

On the other side, Qingyun had already learned that Fufeng Fort would open up a piece of land to grow some crops today, and an area in the mountain would also be set aside for breeding. It was said that Wen Geyin was going to start a business.

Qingyun didn't understand what a real president was like, or whether an assessment should be conducted before investing in a startup. She just watched the fun.

Today, all the soldiers and bodyguards in Fufeng Fort were called here to learn how to plow the soil. They will be divided into two shifts, half of the time for training and the other half for farming.

Qingyun wanted to farm to satisfy his awakened genes, but he felt that farming in Fufeng Fort was a bit too much.

Wen Geyin was wearing a grey sweater vest, dressed very casually, and also wore a pair of sunglasses. When she saw Qingyun, she had some improper thoughts again. She strongly supported the continuation of excellent genes.

Wen Geyin knew that Qingyun had come back to watch the fun, so when she saw her, she quickly picked up the green bucket at her feet and handed it to her.

Qingyun inexplicably took the small bucket of tools, and was inexplicably led by Fang Cheng to a separate area, and then inexplicably took out a small shovel to dig the ground.

Wen Geyin found it funny to see the little girl sticking her butt out and digging the ground with great effort, but she was afraid that her hands would be rubbed raw from the hard work, so she reluctantly went over to work with her.

Wen Geyin worked for a while and then stood up to relax. Seeing the grand scene of reclaiming land and cultivating it, he felt like a landlord and couldn't suppress a smile.

The little kid at his feet was already lying on the ground looking at the sky. The thought that just popped into Wen Geyin's mind quickly dissipated. He had to finish the work quickly and then take the dirty child back to take a bath and change clothes.

As the sun sets, today's work comes to an end. Wen Geyin carries the dusty Qingyun towards Fuyao.

These overalls are quite interesting, and very suitable for carrying children. Wen Geyin thought to herself, humming a song as she walked back in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Qingyun really felt like he was about to collapse from exhaustion and didn't want to struggle at all. It was so strange. Why did he feel like he had endless energy when he was being naughty, but felt like he was drained when he was doing some work?

Thinking of this, Qingyun suddenly woke up again, and was poured all over the head by the shower water. The goldfish was scared and cried out "ouch", and hurriedly took a dry towel to wipe it.

Qingyun felt that she was probably aware of the truth. How was she different now from the dandy young men she had read in novels and watched in videos before? She had spent her time in wine, women, and debauchery on sensual pleasures, draining her body, and when it came time to do serious work she could only put on a cold face and make up all kinds of excuses.

It makes sense when you think about it this way. She only has so much energy, and if it is drained away by mischief, then she will have neither the energy nor the brains to do serious work, right?

Although Qingyun didn't quite understand what her job was, she had to take care of her body from now on, so that she wouldn't have a sallow face, dark circles under her eyes, and dull eyes at such a young age, looking like she had indulged in excessive sexual activities.

Qingyun was very tired today and ate a big bowl of rice, which scared Fu Shengyu. He quickly took him out for a walk to help digest the food.

When Qingyun returned to the room, she learned that Xiao Qilin had sent her a message saying that Brother Long didn't like going out, so he would not come to Fufeng Fort for an outing.

How could that be possible? Sending Chang Jin to school would not only require the efforts of Wen Geyin and the others, but would also require more input from Brother Long. Whether he would study as a closed disciple or as an entry-level student under the guidance of a master would require more effort from Brother Long.

Qingyun quickly said that Chang Jin had written the first draft of the story, which was based on Brother Long's parents, but he was not sure if there was anything missing, so he wanted to ask Brother Long.

Little Qilin quickly told her that his father would bring them and his brother to Fufeng Fort for an outing on Saturday.

Qingyun was very happy and asked Jinyu to clean up three guest rooms. After thinking about it, he asked Jinyu to tell Fang Cheng the identity of the guest and asked him to make the arrangements.

Fu Shengyu plans to send his child to kindergarten in the second half of the year. Now he focuses on telling some short stories about going to school, which are very hypnotic and Qingyun falls asleep very quickly.