sick wife

——Kindergarten Childhood

Under the teacher's organization, the class is divided into groups of five, taking turns to play on slides, seesaws and carousels.

Tong Huai is undoubtedly the most dazzling in the crowd.

She was wearing the same dress as Snow White, with dark blue puff sleeves on the top, a goose yellow tutu skirt on the bottom, and a large bow on the back of her head.

The cheeks are delicate and white, and the cheeks are full of chubby baby fat, not fat, like soft balls. Boys and girls in the garden like to hang around Tong Huai.

They were queuing up obediently, when a girl in front with double buns turned her head and asked Tong Huai, "Why didn't Fengxin come today?"

Everyone knows that Tong Huai and Feng Xin are neighbors who go to and from school together.

Tong Huai hasn't spoken yet.

The little boy next to him hurriedly answered, "Skinny, I know, I know! I saw it when I came here. Fengxin is at the vegetable market today, selling bitter gourds with her grandma."

Fengxin's family has a small vegetable garden, the old man can't stay idle, he grows some vegetables, and sells them every two or three months, Fengxin's grandma has bad eyesight, so she will let Fengxin follow her to the vegetable market to help count money.

One of the children who hated eating bitter melon showed an exaggerated expression when he heard it, and said, "—Hey, bitter melon is so smelly and unpalatable. When Fengxin comes back, he won't be full of the smell of bitter melon, right?"

The boy booed, "Then let's stop playing with Fengxin. My mother said that poor people who don't study hard will set up stalls to sell vegetables. Fengxin's family must have no educated people."

— A group of children were curious, "What is a cultural person?"

This made the little boy very proud, pretending to be profound, "Cultural people, that's..."

"Hey!" Tong Huai said suddenly, she walked up to the little boy, pinched his waist, "Have you said enough? Your mother didn't teach you, can't you speak ill of people behind your back?"

Most of the students in the class like to play with Tong Huai. Seeing that Tong Huai is upset, they agree, "That's right, Zhuang Zhuang, how can you speak ill of Feng Xin behind his back?"

The little boy called Zhuang Zhuang was "besieged" by many people, and immediately blushed, feeling very humiliated.

"I'm not saying bad things!" He shouted unconvinced, and finally vented his anger at Tong Huai, "Fengxin is like this, if her family is rich, why would she come out to sell vegetables with grandma? I also want to change Fengxin's name, Just call her Bitter Melon Girl."

Tong Huai didn't cry on the first day of kindergarten, but now she got into an argument with Zhuang Zhuang, her eyes turned red, she clenched her fists in anger, "Shut up! I won't allow you to call Feng Xin a nickname!"

Apparently, her little fists didn't have any lethality.

Not only did he fail to stop the other party's behavior, but Zhuangzhuang became more and more energetic. He made a face at Tong Zhun, clapped his hands, and yelled like a repeater: "Bitter melon girl, bitter melon girl, bitter melon..."

Tong Huai was furious, his mind was blank, and he didn't think about anything, so he stepped forward and slapped his strong arm with his palm.

No matter where the little boy was beaten, he pushed Tong Huai back on the ground.

Seeing that Tong Zhun fell, he wanted to push him over and continue to teach him a lesson, but Tong Huai didn't stand up immediately, and pretended to be unable to move when he fell.

While Zhuangzhuang got close, he quickly grabbed the mud from the grass and stuffed it into Zhuangzhuang's mouth.

The students in the class burst into laughter immediately, the little boy frightened a few times, wishing he could get into the cracks in the ground, after all, he was still a child, his mouth shrunk and he was laughed at and cried.

The teacher who noticed the movement here separated the two of them and brought them into the office together, "Say, why are you fighting? Did I teach you that classmates should help each other?"

Zhuang Zhuang was afraid of the teacher, so he raised his red arm, "Tong Huai did it first."

Not to be outdone, Tong Huai said ferociously, "Who told you to call Feng Xin a nickname! Try again? I'll hit you a second time, a third time."

The teacher frowned, and didn't like children who were too noisy, "Both of you are at fault, it's wrong to hit someone, and it's wrong to take nicknames."

According to her previous experience, she proposed, "Zhuang Zhuang, you apologize to Tong Huai, Tong Huai, you also apologize to Zhuang Zhuang, and then shake hands, and you will be good friends from now on."

Tong Huai glared at Zhuang Zhuang, the eyes could be as fierce as they were, "I can apologize for beating him first, but I refuse to be friends with people who laugh at Feng Xin."

Tong Huai's skirt was covered with mud, and the hairpin of the bow tie was also crooked. His body looked dirty, and his elbows were scratched and bruised.

The teacher didn't see those wounds, and his tone became severe, "Don't you even listen to the teacher? The teacher likes good children."

Tong Huai stomped, "Then I don't want the teacher to like me!"

After saying this, she ran out directly.

If he is not a good child, Tong Huai will soon turn from a popular little princess in the kindergarten to a bad child who is excluded everywhere.

After all, no child will play with a classmate who is not loved by the teacher.

Tong Huai did not return to the group to line up, but sat on the swing by himself.

No one helped her push it, so she used her feet to raise it and played by herself.

In the afternoon, Tong Huai's mother came to pick him up. The teacher told Tong's mother what happened today.

"This child's thinking is a bit extreme, and this kind of personality will suffer a lot when he goes out of society in the future. You adults should teach him carefully."

Mother Tong nodded again and again, responding to the teacher.

On the way back, Tong's mother hugged Tong Huai behind the electric car, and she couldn't help nagging, "You can beat people's arms today and get stuck in mud, and you will use bricks and knives in the future. How did mother teach you? Next time If you fight with someone again, don’t even think about eating jelly, do you hear me?”

In the eyes of adults, it is normal for children to play and fight, as long as they are properly guided, taking nicknames is not a big deal. Who didn't get nicknamed when they were in school?

Tong Zhun wiped off the mud on his skirt without saying a word.

As soon as the electric car stopped at the door of the house, Tong Huai took his schoolbag and went to the opposite side to find Feng Xin, just a few steps away.

Tong's mother is used to it. The two families have a close relationship and a good relationship. She doesn't have to be afraid of anything. Anyway, it's almost time for dinner, and Tong Huai will go home by herself. Even if she doesn't go home for dinner, Tong Huai will eat at Fengxin's house.

Xiao Fengxin is in the lobby of the house, counting the food money received today, all of which are in the amount of one or five yuan, scattered and scattered.

Tong Huai didn't disturb Feng Xin, put down her schoolbag, and brought Feng Xin's homework back.

She watched from the side, and waited until Feng Xin counted all the money and sorted it out before the two communicated.

Seeing the empty space on Tong Huai's forehead, Feng Xin's eyes were full of question marks, "Xiao Huai, why don't you have a little red flower today?"

Today is Friday, every Friday after school, the teacher will give each child in the class a small red flower, stick it on the forehead, take it home and collect it in a special booklet.

Tong Huai opened his mouth, his big grape-like eyes were gurgling with tears, and big teardrops fell down.

Feng Xin's heart tightened: "What's the matter? Why are you crying? Did someone bully you?"

When she got close, she took a closer look at Tong Huai's dirty skirt, walked around Tong Huai twice, and found that Tong Huai was still injured, and her small face was full of anxiety.

"Who bullied you?" She kept asking, insisting that Tong Zhun name the murderer, "I will avenge you, tell me who that person is, don't be afraid of him."

"I got into a fight with someone..." The girl cried and spoke in a childish voice.

"Heh—" Feng Xin was surprised, and became even more anxious, "Did you win?"

Tong Huai nodded.

Feng Xin took a long breath of relief, took out a soft and clean tissue on the table, and awkwardly wiped Tong Zhun's tears, "Don't cry, next time I'm around, you call me, don't act alone."

She took out the Band-Aid and covered Tong Huai's broken wounds.

Tong Huai nodded again in agreement, and stopped crying, "Ah Xin, you are my best friend."

Fengxin didn't ask Tong Zhun why he was fighting with others, but just told Tong Zhun that he could only fight when she was present, so that he would not be afraid of being bullied.

No wonder Tong Huai didn't have a little red flower today. The teacher must have known about Tong Huai's fight.

In order to comfort Tong Zhun, Fengxin took out fifty cents from the piggy bank and went to the canteen to buy a bag of popsicles. There were five small popsicles in it, the same size as red dates, and they were all different colors.

Feng Xin gave Tong Huai three, and he ate two.

"Xiao Huai, do your hands still hurt?" She was eating popsicles, thinking about Tong Huai's injury.

Tong Huai shook his head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Thinking of what the teacher said today, Tong Huai became sad. She said: "Maybe no classmates will come to play with me. The teacher doesn't like bad children. I am disobedient. I am a bad child."

Feng Xin: "Don't you still have me? I want to play with you."

Tong Huai's eyes lit up, and the sadness quickly disappeared.

Yes, she still has Fengxin.

Fengxin will push her on the swing, sit across from her and play with her on the seesaw, play on the merry-go-round and give her her favorite unicorn.

Fengxin is enough, no other friends are needed.

After they finished eating the popsicles, Feng Xin and Tong Huai sneaked into the parents' room, climbed onto the chair in front of the dressing table, and took out a lipstick.

She said to Tong Huai, "I'll draw you a little red flower."

Tong Huai was a little worried, "Auntie won't be angry..."

Feng Xin swore, "It's okay, I'll pay my mom a new one when I save enough pocket money."

So now, just treat her as a borrower.

She drew a red flower on Tong Zhun's forehead. There was still a big difference between the lipstick and the brush used for painting. This painting almost covered the entire forehead.

It looks funny to outsiders, but Feng Xin thinks it looks good, she is very satisfied.

Feng Xin said: "From now on, if the teacher doesn't give you, I will draw for you."