Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub
Chapter 232: Is this little one itching?
Professor Zhao and President Wang will continue their studies in the afternoon.
During the lunch break, after celebrating Qiqi's birthday, the two of them gathered with Pak Fu to chat and spend some time.
"Community welfare activities like this are very interesting." Professor Zhao was the same age as Mr. Fu, and both had taught at Huida University. They are both old friends and colleagues.
Both of them had been teaching for a lifetime, and their attitude towards teaching and educating people was almost etched into their bones.
So when Mr. Fu invited him to give a lecture, Professor Zhao agreed without saying a word, and happily came over.
"Seeing the children's desire to gain knowledge, I was very happy. I didn't expect that I would still be useful when I was old."
School Head Wang smiled and said, "This kind of lecture is interesting and meaningful. It is a great honor for me to accept Master Fu's invitation. The second teacher might not know that former disciple Master Fu came here to give a lecture. I almost broke my head, but I was lucky enough to***place."
"Uncle Wang, you used to be a student of my great-grandfather?" A small head bowed, with two small pulls tied on it, eyes large and round, dressed like a small brown bear, cute and cute.
Thinking of the "bald-head theory" on the baby's phone just now, School Head Wang deliberately put on a tiger face, "Don't look at Uncle Wang being bald now, when Uncle Wang was young, he was also a young man with thick black hair. Top-class cadres out there!"
"Then the students who were taught by my great-grandfather, did anyone misbehave him a headache?"
"Of course there are, there are many, and there are some good disciples like Uncle Wang."
The little baby looked at Grandpa and Uncle Wang's forehead, and walked away without saying a word, while shrinking his shoulders.
Waiting for the two old men to clap and laugh, School Head Wang realized what the baby's final gaze meant.
All his students were naughty, but his great-grandfather was not bald.
The corner of his mouth twitched, School Head Wang touched his bald forehead and could not help but laugh, "Miss Fu, your great-grandson will definitely be better than his parents and more mischievous in the future."
"Bad kids have more flexible, uninterrupted brains, good!" Mr. Fu boasted, laughing until his eyes disappeared.
Put it here for the old man, everything in their family is good!
He was afraid that Qi Qi was not naughty enough or cheerful enough.
Only by being able to laugh and create problems can we grow healthier.
Qiqi went to the library with the rest of the birthday cake in her hands.
It was her first birthday, and she wanted to share her birthday cake with her friends.
Happiness should be shared with friends.
The mud on the trail had not dried up, and there were holes everywhere, and there were mud puddles at every short distance.
Qi Qi walked carefully with the cake in his hand, he continued to regret, "Eggy, it's a pity that you can't eat it, today is my fifth birthday, fifth birthday cake, if you can't eat it this time, you won't have a chance to eat."
Eggy glanced at him, and spoke seriously, as if she had never eaten a birthday cake.
Mousse cake, fruitcake, pure chocolate cake... What has he not eaten yet?
"After the next year, Qiqi will be six years old, and next, she will be seven years old ..." Wa'er smiled, shaking his head, "Five years only once."
Eggy raised her brows, moving her fingertips lightly, purple lightning appeared on the road ahead, intertwined with the purple tunnel hanging in the air, beautiful and majestic.
Qiqi's eyes widened, "Eggy! There's lightning!"
"Let's take this as a birthday present for you." Eggy said lazily while putting one hand on her jaw.
"But how do I take it?" It's electric, can I put it in my pocket?
"This is for you to see, do you think you can put it in your pocket? It's called the gate of time and space."
"Why is it called the Gate of Space and Time?"
"Brother, I'll be home in a year. I don't think we'll see each other again in the future. If you are unhappy or unhappy, dream about the gates of space and time, and you can see me through the gates of space and time. When the time comes, brother will take you to eat, drink, and have fun!"
Qiqi, ".." means to call him dreaming.
Little Wa'er hugged the cake, walked slowly step by step to the base of Zidian, and traveled through the tunnel of space and time.
When he walked all the way to the end and looked back, the tunnel had disappeared.
"Eggy, after you leave, can I really dream of you in my dreams?"
"Can."
"But I don't even know what you're like now, you haven't seen me in a long time."
Eggy faltered at one brace, and fell from the air.
Moments later, the boy's voice rang out, and he gritted his teeth, "What do you see, I'm just an egg!"
"..." - ".Eggy was angry.
Qi Qi closed his mouth tightly and did not dare to speak, so as not to*** make Eggy angry.
A very large egg, he saw clearly that egg turned into a small chicken last time.
Actually, the chick was also very cute, why not let her see it?
The library during the day is no less crowded with the morning.
In the afternoon, they can continue to attend classes. To occupy their seats, some children from other villages do not return home during the day, and ask the adults at home to help deliver lunch, or just eat two rice cakes to satisfy their hunger, and return for a full meal in the evening.
Qiqi kept a small portion of her birthday cake, cut the rest into small pieces, and distributed it to her siblings who were still reading and studying.
It's just that, no matter how big the cake, the portions remain limited. About a bite or two for each person, so try.
Before the afternoon lesson, Qiqi arrived at the library. After handing out the cake, she did not bother anyone else. He sat alone in his grandfather's consignment shop, waving and waiting for his friends to come.
"Take a pack of cigarettes." A deep voice rang out in front of the counter, and the man standing in front of the counter, with a tall figure covering the little baby, felt filled with oppression.
Qiqi raised her head, she faced the black eyes of the man who was staring down, and the green beard on her head.
P pursing his lips, Qiqi said seriously, "Uncle Heizi, my great-grandfather doesn't sell cigarettes."
"Why don't consignment shops sell cigarettes?"
"The consignment shop sold it, but my great-grandfather didn't."
"Isn't this a consignment shop?"
"This is my great-grandfather's consignment shop!"
"It's a consignment shop, why don't you sell cigarettes?"
Little head Qiqi was dizzy, why did she come back again?
His great-grandfather did not sell cigarettes!
Qiqi frowned, glanced at the man who insisted on buying cigarettes here, thought for a moment, and pointed to the long table there, "Uncle Heizi, you can read a book for two hours there and get two little flowers. Red flowers can be exchanged for lollipops."
The man also frowned, showing a fierce expression, "I don't eat lollipops."
"The fold is like a cigarette. Look, when you put that candy in your mouth, do you look like you're smoking a cigarette? That lollipop is sweeter than the cigarette."
Heizi did not speak, but looked at the little baby deeply.
Is this little boy itching? Is he stupid?
He bought a cigarette, and he asked him to hold a lollipop?
Is there a lottery? Is there a lottery? Come and play!