The child closest to Teacher Song, with tears still on his face, howled loudly when he heard Zaizai's words.
"I don't want to catch ghosts! I don't want to play the game of catching ghosts! Ghosts can eat people!"
Teacher Song was startled and quickly hugged the child to comfort him.
"There is no ghost catching game, today we played the handkerchief throwing game."
Another child also cried.
"Ghosts really eat people! When my brother was watching TV at home, a ghost came out of the TV and ate the child! Woohoo... I want to go home! I want to find my mother!"
"Woooo! I don't want to be eaten by ghosts, I want to go home!"
"I want to go home too!"
"Woooooooo..."
"Ouch... I want to go home! I want to find my mother! Woohoo..."
…
After spending a whole morning coaxing the children who had just entered the kindergarten for about three days, the three teachers of Class 2 were immediately in a hurry. Almost every teacher hugged seven or eight children to comfort them.
But it's no use!
The children are too young, they are all three or four years old. One of them is looking for their mother, and then all of them are looking for her.
There was a burst of crying on the playground.
Zaizai lowered his head and stirred with his little fat hands.
Seeing the director's aunt squatting down in front of her, she raised her little head, feeling very guilty.
"Auntie the principal, did Zaizai get into trouble?"
Principal He comforted her with a smile: "Zai Zai did not cause any trouble, but the game Zai Zai mentioned may be beyond the children's cognitive scope, so the children could not accept it for a while."
Zai Zai nodded heavily: "I understand, Zai Zai. Children are timid and can't mention ghost things. Zai Zai won't mention it anymore."
Director He didn't expect Zaizai to be so obedient and sensible, so he touched her little head and talked to her in a gentle voice.
After confirming that Zaizai had no intention of staying in the kindergarten, Director He breathed a sigh of relief.
More than ten minutes later, the children were comforted by three teachers. Whether it was three teachers or more than 20 children, every one of them was sweating profusely.
The teachers are tired and the children are crying.
I was worried that the children who stayed where they were would think about the ghost-catching game mentioned by Zai Zai again, so I led the children back to the classroom to wash their hands, face, and wipe sweat to rest.
Just in time to have fruit as a snack in the morning.
Zaizai was also in the team and returned to the classroom with the children in the second class.
The children sat obediently at the table, and some looked at Zai Zai curiously.
"Who sent you to kindergarten?"
Zaizai: "My grandma."
"Why not dad or mom?"
Zai Zai: "Zai Zai has a father who lives in the underworld, a father who works in a company, a mother who lost her mind when giving birth to Zai Zai, and a mother who was killed by someone."
The children were shocked.
"Zai Zai, do you have two parents?"
Zaizai nodded: "Yes! One is from the human world and the other is from the underworld."
Teacher Song happened to come over with the cut fruit. Hearing Zai Zai's words, he was so frightened that he quickly stuffed a piece of cantaloupe into Zai Zai's hand.
"Zai Zai, do you want to taste the sweetness of the cantaloupe?"
Zaizai smiled and thanked: "Thank you, Teacher Song."
Teacher Song smiled softly and distributed fruits to the children with two other teachers.
Here Zaizai is answering the children's questions.
"Where is the underworld? The underworld is the underworld. People will report to the underworld when they die."
One of the children who asked the question: "My grandma died, and my dad said she went to heaven, not to hell."
Zaizai hurriedly explained: "Impossible! After death, people must report to the underworld first. Those who go to heaven are ascended, which does not exist these days!"
The child didn't believe it: "But my dad said that my grandma went to heaven and is always looking at me in heaven."
Zaizai thinks this understanding is wrong.
"It's not like that. After your grandma died, she reported to the underworld and then queued up to wait for reincarnation. She couldn't have been watching you all the time. Your father lied to you."
The kid who was deceived couldn't bear it anymore and howled loudly.
Zaizai: "..."
Zaizai saw something bad and quickly changed his mind.
"Okay, okay, your grandma has gone to heaven, and she is watching you in heaven."
The child burst into tears: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Zai Zai, I know what you are saying is true, because I heard my parents whispering about burning paper for grandma who is underground."
Zaizai: "..."
Another child leaning against them also cried.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...I miss my aunt. My grandparents, parents, and parents also burned paper for my aunt some time ago! My aunt is not looking at me in the sky either!"
"My great-grandfather is not looking at me from the sky, and my family members are also burning paper!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Mom and Dad lied!"
"Woooooooo..."
…
The other children who were eating melon watched and listened, and then started crying uncontrollably.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...I want to go home!"
"I want to find my mother!"
…
teachers:"……"
Zaizai: "..."
The teachers once again comforted the crying children. Zaizai saw that he seemed to be in trouble again, so he quickly comforted them with milky sounds.
"Don't cry, don't cry."
The children looked at her and cried even more sadly.
Especially the children whose relatives had passed away cried so much that they were out of breath.
Zaizai: "..."
Teacher Song had no choice but to ask the life teacher to take Zai Zai to play in the library next door. She and another teacher first comforted the crying children.
After the children were calmed down again and were playing well, it was almost lunch time. The life teacher took Zaizai to sit in a row with the children to have lunch.
Zaizai learned his lesson this time and no longer dared to talk about the underworld or ghosts.
Mom and dad didn’t dare to mention it.
Looking at the food in front of her, Zaizai felt that it was not enough to fill her teeth, but she still bowed her head and ate obediently.
She ate steadily and quickly. When Teacher Song saw that Zaizai was so nimble, she hardly needed anyone to take care of her, she couldn't help but smile.
"Zai Zai, is it delicious?"
Zai Zai nodded: "It's delicious, Teacher Song. Can Zai Zai have another serving?"
Teacher Song didn't expect that the little one had a big appetite, and there really wasn't much food left on the plate, so he smiled and nodded and gave her more food.
While Zaizai was waiting for extra food, a child next to her asked her.
"Why do you eat so well?"
Zaizai explained with a milky voice: "Because Zaizai always eats by himself at home."
The underworld father was so busy that he was nowhere to be seen, and she was able to find food by herself at a very young age.
The child who was talking to her suddenly became numb.
"My mother feeds me when I'm at home!"
“My grandma feeds me when I’m at home!”
“I miss my mom’s cooking!”
"I miss my grandma!"
"Woooooooo..."
"Woooooooo..."
The classroom was full of crying again, and many children were so immersed in crying that they accidentally touched the dinner plate with their hands and dropped it on the floor.
The child was startled and cried louder.
Zaizai: "..."
teachers:"……"
Mrs. Huo, who had been watching her granddaughter through video in the director's office, could no longer sit still and hurried over to pick up the baby.
The teachers finally comforted the children who were crying so much that they missed their father, mother and grandma. When they were about to eat again, Mrs. Huo arrived.
"Zai Zai!"
As soon as Zaizai saw grandma, she finished the meal in several mouthfuls.
When he got up to leave, he looked at the children again.
You have to go back, you have to say hello, right?
When Teacher Song saw Zaizai's posture, he felt something was wrong. When he was about to stop him, it was too late.
Zaizai has already spoken: "My grandma is here to take me home. Goodbye~~~"
The children cried again.
This time I cried the hardest.
Because Zaizai went home, they can't go home!
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Ouch!"
…
teachers:"……"
[Composition: Teachers: All the children in the class cried four times in the morning. It’s so difficult for us~~~┭┮﹏┭┮]
