House Dad’s Literary Life

Although my mouth promised that my father would not cry, but my heart was still aggrieved, tears could not stop flowing.

However, in comparison, the calculations are well performed by more than a dozen new children in the class. There are a few who are crying out of breath, and they are not able to come.

"Hey, don't you cry, don't cry, I want to cry too." A little girl who was a little fat next to her wowed and cried.

The bright voice, suddenly shocked the cockroach, pear flower with a small mouth to see her, I forgot to cry.

Teacher Shen rushed over and comforted the little girl at the big door: "Oh, Lan Xin, are you old? You haven't been to kindergarten, why are you crying?"

More than 30 children in the class, nearly 20 of them are small classes, including Lan Xin, only a dozen like this, this year only registered, but because the age can only be transferred to work.

Lan Xin squinted with her chubby little hand and cried while crying. "Because, because they are crying, I can't help myself, I also want Dad."

Listening to her later sentence, suddenly, my thoughts about my father came up, and she couldn’t help but cry out: "Hey, I want to be jealous, hehe..."

The voices of Yan and Lanxin were quite big. When the two men added up, they immediately suppressed other crying children in the class, and this sad mood was infected...

The children in the class suddenly burst into tears, as Yang said, the crying of the kindergarten was turned over.

Fortunately, there are still some children who are used to going to kindergarten. They are not crying, sitting on the small bench, not giving up the teachers who are busy with the ants on the hot pot.

Except for a little girl with a big head, she couldn't sit still, kneel down from the chair and walk around the class.

This girl is generally taller than a donkey, and is the most high-profile among the same age children! But compared to her slim body, she is much stronger and her face is round, and other children are scared to see it.

"Hey, you don't use it!" She turned around and said proudly in the middle. "It's all a group of nose worms that cry!"

"Chen Shiyun, you are smashing again!" Teacher Cai was younger and hurried to run over and blamed, "Do not talk to the children!"

"It's just plain! When I came, I didn't cry!" Chen Shiyun sighed with dissatisfaction.

"Poetry cloud, can't play a little temper!" Mu teacher's soft voice passed over, Chen Shiyun smashed, or Mu teacher took her to have a way, took her to the side, whispered and said awkwardly.

Finally, Teacher Mu pulled her over again: "Shi Yun, do you have something to tell you?"

"Well, Teacher Cai is sorry, the children are sorry, I should not say that you are the one." Although Chen Shiyun whispered his mouth, but under the gaze of Teacher Mu, he still muttered.

With such an episode attracting everyone's attention, the crying of the children gradually stopped, and the teachers wiped the tears for the little guys and started the course today.

"Children, we are here today, there are 13 new children, but everyone doesn't know each other. Then let's introduce ourselves first?" Mu teacher asked the children to sit in a circle and sit together. The teacher and Teacher Cai are also sitting among the children.

Then she walked around the circle and said, "For example, Teacher Mu, what is Teacher Mu called?"

"I know, I know!" It is Chen Shiyun, this big girl raised her hand and shouted, "Mu Yuyan!"

"Right, self-introduction first, you have to say your own name, then, talk about what you are good at!" Mu teacher said with a smile, "Mr. Mu, I will sing!"

"Hey, the song that Mu teacher sang is so good!" Chen Shiyun said to the child next to him.

However, the next child sat sat upright, and the little hand was still behind her. Obviously, the education at home was stricter and she did not care about her.

Sitting on the opposite side of Chen Shiyun, there is a dumb boy on the left hand side, and on the right hand side is a little girl who looks very cute, but still secretly sheds tears, a little pitiful.

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"I, I..." The little boy around the turn introduced himself. He learned to stand up, but he forgot what to say.

“First introduce your name.” Teacher Mu gave her eyes encouragement.

"My name is Nan Zhaoyu." The little boy said, "The voice is so small."

"Okay, Zhaoyu children, what are you better at?" Teacher Mu continued to remind me gently.

Such a small child, of course, there is no need for them to make their own names clear, I am afraid they do not know how to write their own name! Teacher Mu is very accurate, because she has already remembered the names and appearances of all the children.

"I, I will read poetry." When I said this, Nan Zhaoyu obviously had a louder voice. It seems that she is somewhat confident about her skills!

"Reading poetry? Great! Our Zhaoyu children must have a good memory!" Teacher Mu smiled and clap, "Let us once again welcome Nan Zhaoyu to join our middle class!"

Applause is very enthusiastic, and these children are very energetic in doing one thing together. The little boy sat down in the applause and his chest was straight.

Finally it’s my turn to introduce myself!

The little girl stood up and squeezed the skirt a little nervously. Teacher Mu was worried that she didn't know how to say it. When she wanted to remind her, she still spoke.

"My name is ...... ...... no, no!" I thought of something, red face and said, "My name is Yang Lan, because I am also Yang, he is called Yang Hao, and then I will call you." Hey."

The little girl has some logic confusion in the organization language. After all, she is still young, but it is rare to be clear and not like the other children.

"Then, I will paint, teach me to paint a good-looking painting, and sing..." After he finished speaking, he stood at somewhere and did not know how to end.

Fortunately, Teacher Mu gave her a solution: "Great, our Yang Lan, the children introduced themselves very well! Let us applaud her to join us!"

After a while applause, I sat down happily.

The little girl opened her eyes and smiled very well. She began to have a positive evaluation of the kindergarten life.

At this moment, the little **** the right hand came from me, and she still had tears on her eyelashes. She was more awkward than Nan Zhaoyu, and she encouraged me several times before she whispered her. The name: "My name is Yang Qiqi, my father calls me Kiki..."

Everyone applauds Kiki's friends and friends.