Chapter 46: 46th

Chapter 46
Zhou Zhou, who was crying and crying, was cured by Huo Xiaoxiao's hug, and stopped crying with a blushing face, and was taken away by Teacher Chen.
In the classroom, Lu Jing poked Yi Qian with an elbow: "Yi Qian, look, that kid just hugged Huo Xiaoxiao!"
Yi Qian frowned.
Huo Xiaoxiao took the four boxes of chocolates Zhou Zhou gave her into the classroom, and Lu Jing swarmed a few bees.
"Little, who was the one who held you just now, why did he hold you?"
"Did he also give chocolate?"
"Why did he send you chocolate?"
Only Yi Qian said nothing on the side.
"His name is Zhouzhou, and I am a good friend in the small class. I like to eat the chocolate he gave me, so he brought me a lot today."
Lu Jing has always looked at each other.
"Can we try your chocolate then?"
"Yes." Huo Xiaoxiao opened one of the boxes of chocolates, and Lu Jing took one each of them. Huo Xiaoxiao asked them, "How is it, delicious?"
Sweet, the chocolate is very fragrant and delicious.
But a few Lu Jing immediately had an unpleasant expression, "Not tasty."
"Yeah, it's not delicious at all."
"The chocolate that Yi Qian brought us last time is delicious."
Huo Xiaoxiao pouted, "It's delicious."
She put one in Yi Qian's mouth, "Is it delicious?"
Yi Qian was caught off guard by a chocolate in his mouth. He looked at Huo Xiaoxiao with a blushing face and subconsciously said, "It's delicious."
Lu Jing abducted and poked him.
Yi Qian reacted and said, "But ... there is no delicious food in my house. I will bring you my chocolate tomorrow, which is much better than this."
Huo Xiaoxiao was doubtful, "Really?"
"Of course it is true, I will bring you tomorrow, you eat mine, don't eat him, he's not good."
"I think it's delicious. You don't like me to eat it alone."
Huo Xiaoxiao hid the chocolate in his small school bag and sat down.
I didn't pay attention to Yi Qian's small unhappy expression.
Teacher Zhao walked in from the outside, "Children, everyone, sit down quickly. Yi Qian, Lu Jingyi, a few of you, hurry up and sit down."
The four devil kings were reluctant to sit in their seats.
"Yesterday, the teacher taught you how to write six. Now I would like to ask the children to put the homework they assigned yesterday on the table. The teacher now wants to see which child wrote the best and most serious!"
"Okay!" There were endless voices.
Later, several children took their homework out of their small school bags and put them on the table.
Lu Jing scratched his head and looked at Yi Qian, "Yi Qian, did you write it?"
Yi Qian calmly took out his workbook from his schoolbag.
Lu Jing looked at Jiang Yue again and again, "Jiang Yue, did you write it?"
Jiang Yue took the workbook out of the schoolbag.
"Xiang Chen ..."
Xiang Chen took the workbook out of the schoolbag.
"Wow you aren't enough brothers! Didn't I call you last night and didn't write?"
Teacher Zhao said, "Lu Jingyi, quickly get your homework out."
Lu Jing glared at the three and stood up, "I didn't write the teacher."
"It's you again! Lu Jingyi, why don't you write every time?"
Lu Jingyi confessed his mistakes with his head hanging down, obviously not the first time, "Teacher, I'm sorry I was wrong."
"Sit down, write now, write twice."
Lu Jing reluctantly sat down, took out a pen and paper and strove to write a book, and looked at Yi Qian's three eyes with anxiety.
Huo Xiaoxiao read the six written by Yi Qian around.
Tian Zige was crooked and full of pages, um ... although it wasn't pretty, it was already very good for them.
It is natural for a full-scale gangster to be reborn in kindergarten.
Checking the homework of the complete class, Teacher Zhao praised the whole class, and then praised three of them.
"Children, come, and extend your fingers with the teacher." Teacher Zhao raised her hand and extended a finger.
"Seven fingers are seven, and today the teacher will teach you how to write seven."
The teacher turned around on the blackboard and wrote seven in a stroke. After teaching, let the children write with their own pens and walked among the children, one by one.
When walking to Huo Xiaoxiao, the teacher brought pen and paper, "Little, you transferred to our class today, then the teacher will teach you how to get the pen first."
Huo Xiaoxiao had only taken a paint brush before, and it was not difficult to graffiti in the palm of his hand. It was the first time he took a writing pen.
Teacher Zhao placed the pencil in Huo Xiaoxiao's palm and taught her to grasp the pen with her thumb and index finger.
"Yes, that's it. Little is really smart. Come, the teacher holds your hand."
Teacher Zhao held her hand and learned a few "Seven" on paper.
After writing, "Little, write your own."
Is n’t it just seven? No problem at all.
Huo Xiaoxiao held the pen and wrote seven on the paper with confidence.
Hook one by one ... The first time I took the pen, my hands shook slightly.
Lifting the pen, Huo Xiaoxiao looked at the seven he had written in front of him, and then looked at the hand he was holding, and his smile gradually disappeared.
"..."
This is ... the power of the seal?
No matter how powerful you used to be, now in this body of less than three years old, you are fighting five slags?
Sorry for being rude.
How can she ridicule Yi Qian's words?
This skimming is like suffering from Parkinson, and the vertical hook is like the nine bends and seventeen bends of the Yellow River gradually reaching Siberia.
Why can't she control her hand!
Huo Xiao collapsed with caution.
It ’s all about who I am. Why do I write such a spicy chicken? Why is my handwritten word worse than a dog?
Where is her beautiful handwriting?
To put it bluntly, sprinkle rice on the paper, and the chicken is better than her.
The teacher also encouraged her on the side, "Little awesome! You can write such awesome words the first time you write, come on, try to write a few more!"
"……it is good."
After the teacher left, Yi Qian and several others came together, "Huo Xiaoxiao, show me what you wrote."
"I want to see too, I want to see too!"
Huo Xiaoxiao blushed, clutching his book and hugged in front of (chest xiong), "You write your own, don't allow me to see!"
"Look at it. Teacher Zhao said you wrote well, and we are all curious."
If it were not for the young ghosts in front of me, Huo Xiao's novels might have misunderstood that they were sarcasm!
Looking sideways at the "seven" written in Yi Qian's book, the vertical hooks are well-made, which is much better than hers.
Huo Xiaoxiao became furious: "I will not show it to you! You must write your own and do n’t disturb me!"
Seeing that Huo Xiaoxiao was a little angry, Yi Qian sat down a few times and no longer haunted her.
The middle class has more to learn than the small class.
In short, small classes only need to develop some basic lifestyle habits and abilities, most of the time is healthy growth in games and play.
The middle class needs to learn some basic mathematics and Chinese basic knowledge, music, art, language, common sense, sports, etiquette habits and so on.
For a whole day, Huo Xiaoxiao was in a state of skepticism about life, nothing else, just for her "seven" that had nine bends and eighteen bends.
As school approached, Huo Xiaoxiao failed to escape from this low-pressure emotion.
"Little, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing. Grandpa came to pick me up. I'll go first. See you tomorrow."
"see you tomorrow."
Huo Xiaoxiao snagged in the car to go home, without a word caught Mr. Huo's attention.
"Little, what's wrong? Why are you so unhappy today? Someone in the kindergarten bullied you?"
Huo Xiaoxiao shook his head, "No."
Mr. Huo looked at her, his eyes worried.
Back home, Huo Xiaoxiao plunged into his room and vowed to die with "Seven"!
When Aunt Zhao brought her fruit, she wanted to see what she was doing (dry gan), but Huo little hands protected the notebook under her elbows with both hands, so that Aunt Zhao would not look at it more.
"Little, what can't Aunt Zhao see?"
Huo Xiaoxiao's remaining self-esteem does not allow such ugly words to be seen by others!
"It's just ... the homework assigned by the teacher. I'll show it to my aunt when I write it."
Aunt Zhao saw her as she was feeding, and couldn't help but smile, "OK."
At six o'clock, Huo Suicheng had a rare time to go home early. Huo Xiaoxiao swallowed at the dinner table. After wiping his mouth, he came down from the chair and hurried back to his room.
Huo Suicheng didn't have half a bowl of rice in his hands. Huo Xiaoxiao was so uncomfortable for the first time he saw such a positive meal.
"what happened?"
Mr. Huo frowned, "It's not right to come back from kindergarten today, and I don't like talking."
This remark attracted Huo Suicheng's attention and thought to think about it: "It may be because of yesterday."
"What happened yesterday?"
Huo Suicheng told Mr. Huo Xiaoxiao that Huo Xiaoxiao had seen Ji Wenxin in kindergarten yesterday and Huo Xiaoxiao asked him about his mother.
When the old man heard it, he put the chopsticks on the table. "Why didn't you say it early?"
"I'm still thinking about how to tell her."
"When I was young, I was smarter than children of the same age. You thought she didn't understand anything. Since she asked her mother about it, you have a chance to talk to her."
Huo Suicheng thought for a moment and nodded, "I know."
In the room, Huo Xiaoxiao furiously wrote a book with a vertical hook and filled several pages of the workbook, and finally wrote a more satisfactory "seven".
She wrote too many "seven", and she almost didn't know the word.
But now the word "seven" should be readable.
Too much writing, Huo Xiaoxiao's aesthetic is a bit numb.
The first time I wrote it, the requirements should not be too high. In this way, her father and grandpa must praise her.
After appreciating herself, she took her workbook to her dad.
Downstairs her dad is still talking to her grandfather about Ji Wenxin.
"Since her little mother is back, you can find time to talk to her and see what she thinks."
"I will find time to talk to her later."
"Also, if Xiao Xiao wants to see her mother, you find a time to take her to see you. You can't keep her from seeing her mother for a lifetime."
"I know, but ..."
"Little!" Mr. Huo exclaimed.
Huo Suicheng looked back in a flash.
Huo Xiaoxiao was still very short, his head just over the height of the sofa cushion, and came down from the upper floor, his figure happened to be blocked by the sofa back.
When Mr. Huo found her, she was already standing on the sofa.
"What are you from?"
Huo Xiaoxiao took his homework book and ran to Huosuicheng in excitement. "It's been a while."
Huo Suicheng glanced at Mr. Huo and hugged her to the sofa. "Then did you hear what Dad and Grandpa said?"
Huo Xiaoxiao nodded.
Huo Suicheng took a deep breath, "Little, you listen to my dad, this dad wanted to tell you after this ..."
Huo Xiaoxiao stared at his workbook.
"Dad never told you about my mother. Do you remember the aunt I met at the door of the kindergarten that day? She was your mother. When you were born, your mother left you for various reasons. Now you are back. See you soon? "
Huo Xiaoxiao nodded again.
"..." After a short silence, Huo Suicheng said: "Then find time, Dad will take you to see her."
Huo Xiaoxiao looked up at Huo Suicheng, "Daddy, have you finished?"
"... finished."
"Can my father sign me?"
"?"
Huo Xiaoxiao spread out his homework book and shyly handed it over to Huo Suicheng. "The teacher arranged homework. I've finished writing. You have to sign a word on the homework book."
Huo Suicheng looked at the twisted and twisted "seven" in the book, which was a little shocking visually, "Is this what you wrote?"
"Ang! I wrote it. Today, the teacher taught me to take a pen, and taught me to write the word. Look, Dad, can I write well?"
Mr. Huo looked around and coughed heavily.
Huo Suichengkou should not praise heartily: "... Yes, it's good."
Huo Xiaoxiao chased and asked, "Is it? Where is it good?"
"It's good ..." Huo Suicheng thought about it, but failed to figure out why. "You don't say I really don't know it is a 'seven'."
"..."