Gu Jingchen was busy with his affairs, and it was rare for him to sleep until daylight. After getting up, Shen Qing was dyed with incense sticks, opened the door and walked out of the storage room, and was greeted by a warm and attractive aroma of food.
The house was very quiet, with only the slight sound of the kitchen utensils clashing coming from the kitchen. The pale golden sunlight in the early morning poured in through the windows, illuminating the ordinary and warm atmosphere of fireworks in the room.
Gu Jingchen looked gentle and stood there for a while, then walked towards the kitchen. After taking a few steps, a short shadow appeared out of nowhere and slid slowly past him, leaning against his calf.
Shen Xun held a bag of milk in his mouth and sat cross-legged on the head of the sweeping robot. While gliding forward, he hit the robot twice from time to time to adjust its direction in real time according to obstacles.
It turns out that when he was a dog, he was small and light, and the robot carried him with ease, running around while sucking dust and mopping the floor. But now he is in human form, and no matter how light he is, he still weighs dozens of kilograms, which is a bit difficult for a sweeping robot that was not originally designed to "carry loads." The two electronic eyes were pressed so hard that they flashed red, almost clinging to the ground and moving forward at a snail's pace. The disc-shaped shell was overwhelmed by the load, making a tooth-wrenching crunching sound along the way.
When this scene fell into Gu Jingchen's eyes, it was really hard to describe.
Shen Shi'an walked out of the kitchen carrying a casserole. When he saw Shen Xun's eyebrows twitching, he picked him up by the scruff of his neck and said, "How many times have I told you not to ride it again? If it breaks down, will you come sweep the floor?" ?”
Then he looked up at Gu Jingchen and said, "Good morning, breakfast is ready."
"Good morning." Gu Jingchen replied. His eyes fell on Shen Xun as if he wanted to say something. He paused but still did not speak, then turned and walked into the bathroom to wash up.
After breakfast, Mr. Gu is leaving. Shen Shi'an was not surprised. The higher his position, the busier he was with his affairs. With his current status, it was already rare for him to find time to stay overnight.
But before leaving, Shen Shi'an still had something to discuss with him: "It's been so long since the car accident, and everything has been safe here. Even if someone really wanted to do something to me, they might have given up the plan long ago. I think the bodyguards can be removed?" He was grateful to Wan Fan for their hard work, but being monitored and followed anytime and anywhere was not a pleasant experience. What's more, he can't be protected by others for a lifetime.
"She's not taking action against you now because she's too busy taking care of herself." Gu Jingchen sneered, with several cold gleams flashing in his eyes.
Shen Shi'an's heart moved, and he heard the meaning of his words: "Is something wrong with Mrs. Gu?"
Gu Jingchen showed an obvious disgust for the word "Mrs. Gu": "I don't know what kind of stimulation she got a year ago. She kept talking all day long about evil spirits trying to harm her. She screamed and howled every night, making the house noisy. Ning, I went to the hospital and couldn't find anything wrong, and I saw more than a dozen psychiatrists, but nothing worked. Later, I heard from hearsay that I felt that I had been beheaded. Now I am hiding in a temple in Southeast Asia, asking the master to solve the problem. "Haha, if you do a lot of bad things, you'll easily encounter ghosts.
Shen Shi'an was a little surprised: Being lowered? What kind of trouble is this?
Next to him, Shen Xun drank a bag of milk with a slurp and burped.
"Don't rush to withdraw the bodyguards," Mr. Gu said, "wait and see in a few months. The situation in the capital has been complicated recently, and the Qin family may make some big moves. Don't worry, after half a year at most, I guarantee that she will never see her again." I don't dare to have any ideas about you." He will become the leader of the Gu family, and he has made it clear that he only recognizes Shen Shi'an as his son, and he must prevent the other party from jumping over the wall.
Shen Shi'an agreed and sent Mr. Gu to the door. Gu Jingchen looked at him and then at the children who were following him. After thinking for a moment, he finally spoke out: "An'an, raising children is not an easy task. In addition to food, clothing, housing and transportation, there are more important education issues. You are still young. I am young, and I am busy with my studies. This child will soon reach the age of kindergarten. How can you take care of it by yourself? If you agree, I can bring him back to the capital first and provide him with the best educational resources. and living conditions, wait until your studies here are over and your career is stable, then send him back."
As soon as Shen Xun bared his fangs, a warm hand pressed on the top of his head. Shen Shi'an shook his head: "I appreciate Mr. Gu's kindness, but he is my son, and I have the obligation to raise him with my own hands."
He picked up the dog with his own hands, and it was because of him that he became a human. No matter what, he must personally ensure that the children can live normally in this society.
Mr. Gu seemed to have misunderstood the meaning of Shen Shi'an's words, thinking that he meant something to imply that he was an unqualified father, and there was a bit of bitterness in his eyes. He forced a smile and said, "That's fine. If you have any difficulties, just tell me."
Shen Shi'an nodded: "I will." After a pause, he stepped forward and gave him a very light hug: "Have a nice trip."
This hug made Gu Jingchen feel much better, and she took the elevator downstairs without letting Shen Shi'an see her off. The assistant had already parked the car downstairs and waited. Before getting in the car, Gu Jingchen asked Wan Feng who followed him: "Is that kid named Shen Xun really An'an?"
Wan Feng shook his head: "I'm not sure, but it probably isn't the case. Mr. Shen went to the mall alone that day, and when he came back, he took a child with him. It seemed that Mr. Shen picked up the child after it was abandoned."
Speaking of this matter, he and Fan Guoping actually failed in their duties: as bodyguards with 24-hour close protection, the two of them didn't even know when Shen Shi'an went out that day. Wan Feng was confident in his own abilities, and he was also confident in Fan Guoping. It was almost impossible to avoid the detection of the two of them and go downstairs alone, but it did happen. After such an omission, no matter what the reason is, standing in front of the employer at this time makes me feel unspeakably ashamed.
However, Gu Jingchen didn't care about this. She sat in the car and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: He just said that with the genes of the Gu family and the Shen family, children born with underdeveloped brains should not be born.
Shen Shi'an rejected Mr. Gu's proposal to raise the child on his behalf, but the other person's words reminded him of one thing: Shen Xun is a human being now, and if he wants to survive in this society, he must receive appropriate education.
It's just that the child has such a temper that he is always ready to bite. How dare Shen Shi'an send him to kindergarten. After much thought, I can only teach myself for the time being.
Most of the shops were closed during the Spring Festival. I finally found a few online that could deliver goods normally. After careful comparison, I selected several sets of early childhood teaching materials. Shen Xun's biggest problem right now is that he cannot pronounce words clearly and speaks slurred words, so Shen Shi'an decided to start from the basics and learn Pinyin first.
Considering that it had not been long since he became a human being, he probably wouldn't be able to accept boring study. It would be better to teach through entertainment. So in addition to textbooks, Shen Shi'an picked out a few comics and story books for him, as well as several sets of simple and easy-to-use Lego bricks. Finally, he bought himself a few more professional text code-breaking books - since he had a lot of vacation time, he still wanted to try to see if he could find a way to understand the exercise books.
The express arrived a little faster than he expected. Shen Xun leaned closely next to Shen Shi'an. As soon as the express box was opened, he quickly took out a box of building blocks from it, brought it to his mouth and bit it. He felt that it had no taste, so he threw it back without interest.
Now that the teaching materials are available, the small desks and blackboards that have been noted earlier are moved out. Paper, pens, and erasers are placed neatly in order. Shen Shi'an cleared his throat: "Little Sunflower Classroom officially begins."
The teaching progress is quite smooth. Although the child looked a little silly, he was actually very smart. His learning speed exceeded Shen Shi'an's expectations. It took him less than two days to memorize all the initial consonants and finals. If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, Shen Shi'an would never have imagined that just over a month ago, he was a fluffy, coquettish little puppy who would bite holes in his trouser legs when he was angry.
Unfortunately, the gratifying teaching process soon encountered obstacles.
Shen Shi'an took a deep breath and secretly warned himself for the twenty-third time: Don't worry, he is still a child. Children learn things slowly, so they have to be patient and teach well. The more times they teach, the more they can learn. of. Then he pointed to the pinyin in the textbook and said, "Here, read this word again."
The child sat upright, looking cute and well-behaved, and said in a milky voice: "m—i—li, f—eng—hum, hum!"
They sound like one thing when read individually, but they are completely different when taken together.
"Wrong! What is Li Heng? Is Li Heng a word? How many times have you got the same word wrong? Look at the picture at the back. How could two such big bees pronounce it wrong..." Shen Shi'an bit the back groove. Teeth, try to speak softly: "What I just taught you, mi, pronounce it with your lips with your tongue hanging in the air, bee, buzzing bee, sting the swollen bee, remember?" He calmed down and pointed down. A pinyin: "Read this word once."
The child looked at it and said: "h-ua-Fa, h-u-福, d-ie-die, fat butterfly!" This time it was words.
Shen Shi'an's eyebrows jumped, and the palm hanging on his right leg loosened, tightened, and loosened again: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. The child is young and has just learned. It is normal to make mistakes and cannot be beaten to death."
Why didn't he know before that teaching children could be so torturous?
Grinding his teeth, he corrected each word carefully, and then tried his best to smile: "Come on, think about how I taught you before, you are so good, you must be able to do it. Come on, how do you pronounce this?"
"x-i-ao-small, s-ong-fierce, sh-u-xu," Shen Xun scratched his face: "Xiao Xiu Xu!"
Shen Shi'an closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After holding it in for a while, he stood up, rushed to the kitchen, picked up two kitchen knives, and chopped meat for half an hour.
When my nerves finally calmed down, I looked at the extremely smooth minced meat on the chopping board, and suddenly I had an idea.
He strode back to the desk, picked up a pen and wrote two words on the small blackboard and added the pinyin, "Here, try again. If you read it correctly, we will have this for lunch."
Shen Xun's eyes focused instantly, and he read it quickly this time: "h-ong-red, sh-ao-roasted, r-ou-pork, braised pork! k-ao-roasted, j-i-chicken, t —ui—legs, grilled chicken legs!!”
Shen Shi'an breathed a long sigh of relief, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up: He knew it.
Strike while the iron is hot, quickly pick up the textbook and continue to ask him: "How to read this?"
The child's cadence of words is correct: "d-a-big, x-i-a few, g-ua-eight, big a few eight!"
"..."
Shen Shi'an pinched his forehead and felt that he was just an old father who was exhausted both mentally and physically.
