Two days later, Monday.
Zaizai and Jiang Siheng carried their small schoolbags and went to kindergarten with their uncle Ji Yuanxiu.
The boy cried happily when he saw Zaizai.
He rushed over with a whimper, hugged Zaizai and cried.
"Wuwu...Zai Zai, you finally came to school. If you don't come to school, I will miss you to death. Wuwuwu..."
Zaizai hugged him back to comfort him.
"Brother Xiaonian, Zai Zai misses you too. Zai Zai has already come to school. Brother Xiaonian doesn't have to miss Zai Zai."
Other children also gathered around.
"Zai Zai, we miss you too."
"Junior, we miss you too."
Teacher Sun and Teacher Li were afraid that the little ones would cry together.
Ji Yuan Xiu Zaizai and Jiang Siheng were more afraid than them.
When the children were about to cry, Zaizai and Jiang Siheng spoke to them in their loudest voices.
"Don't cry! Don't cry! Otherwise, Zai Zai will ask for leave tomorrow and won't come to school."
Jiang Siheng's words were even harsher.
"Don't cry, otherwise Zaizai and I will transfer to another school tomorrow and go to another kindergarten."
Children who want to cry: "..."
Upon seeing this, Teacher Sun and Teacher Li quickly took the cardboard to distract the little guys.
"Come on, kids, we are going to have an art class soon. The teacher will give everyone a piece of paper. Today each child can freely choose the color of the paper."
The children's attention was indeed attracted.
"Teacher, I want the green one."
"Teacher, I want the purple one."
"Teacher, I want the white one."
…
Zaizai, the three little guys, Siheng and Ji Yuanxiu, breathed a sigh of relief.
After drinking water and eating snacks of fruit, the children were free to move around for a while and then officially started their art class.
Teacher Sun started teaching with a smile.
The theme of today's art class painting is "My Dad".
Each child uses colored pens or colored paper to spell out or draw what his or her father looks like.
At the end of the art class, the teacher will ask each child a question.
What does daddy like best?
The children are very motivated.
When the art class was about to end, the teacher looked at each child's work "My Dad" and asked the children questions.
"Zhao Xingyi, what does your father like best?"
Zhao Xingyi is fat.
"My dad loves cell phones the most!"
This result was expected by Teacher Sun. He nodded with a smile and asked the next child.
"Zhang Wenke, what does your father like best?"
Zhang Wenke is fair and clean, with small breasts and an amazing appearance.
"Teacher Sun, my dad likes long legs the most!"
Teacher Sun's mouth twitched.
Zaizai simply doesn't watch all kinds of short videos, and Dad in the World never watches messy things, so he asked Zhang Wenke out of curiosity.
"Zhang Wenke, what are those long legs?"
Next to Zhang Wenke, Zhong Lingling explained in a sweet voice.
"Zai Zai, Da Long Legs is a beautiful woman with a pair of long white legs!"
Zaizai understood instantly.
"Oh, that Zhang Wenke's father likes beautiful women the most!"
Zhang Wenke chuckled.
Teacher Sun held back her laughter and asked the next child, who happened to be Zhong Lingling.
"Zhong Lingling, what does your father like best?"
Zhong Lingling's words are not surprising and she will never stop.
"Teacher Sun, my dad likes Feng Shui Master the most!"
Teacher Sun: "...Ahem, Lingling, go home and tell your dad that you must believe in science."
Zhong Lingling nodded happily.
"Teacher Sun, I remember it. My mother said the same thing, but my dad just likes Mr. Feng Shui. But Mr. Sun, what is Mr. Feng Shui? What is science? Why is my dad so obsessed with not liking the Mr. Feng Shui every month? Same?"
Teacher Sun answered with difficulty.
"Science means studying hard and making progress every day. Feng Shui master is..."
Zhong Lingling understood instantly.
"Teacher Sun, I understand. Mr. Feng Shui just doesn't study hard and makes progress every day, right?"
Teacher Sun choked.
This guy understands.
Zaizai hurriedly explained.
"No, Lingling, Mr. Feng Shui is also called Mr. Yin Yang. The kind of person your father is looking for should be someone who specializes in looking after residential sites and cemeteries."
Zhong Lingling nodded hurriedly.
"Yes! I heard from my parents that they wanted to pick a grave for my great-aunt, but my great-aunt is buried in my hometown. I secretly heard them talking about choosing a cemetery."
The little guy was a little unhappy when he said this.
"Zai Zai, you said that my great-grandmother was sleeping well in her hometown. Suddenly she slept in a different place, and there were many people around her. Can my great-grandmother adapt?"
Zaizai thought about it carefully and shook his head pertinently.
"That must be something you can't adapt to."
During the few years that Zaizai lived in the underworld, he learned that the residents of the underworld liked their original cemetery.
There are also many grandparents and grandmothers who complain about the unfilial piety of their children and grandchildren.
After I left my hometown and developed well in another place, I moved to another place to settle down.
I haven’t been back to my hometown for several years to visit my grave.
I finally went back to my hometown to visit their graves. Either I couldn’t find their graves or I went to the wrong graves...
I was so angry that many grandparents gave their children and grandchildren dreams all night long, saying that they went to the wrong grave, that it was the grave of your second uncle, or that it was the grave of Wang Laowu from Wangjia Village next door...
This is not what makes the grandfather and grandmother the most angry. What makes them most angry is that the descendants suddenly moved their graves.
If the underworld hadn't explicitly stipulated that the residents of the underworld could not terrorize living people, the grandparents would have wanted to "haunt" their descendants and scold them on the spot!
Zhong Lingling nodded her little head.
"Then I understand. When I get back, I will tell my parents not to move my great-grandma's grave!"
The little guy doesn't know what moving the grave means, but he likes to trust Zaizai very much.
She almost believed whatever Zaizai said.
Zaizai chuckled.
"Okay! But Lingling, if your father insists on moving your great-aunt's grave, you can take your father to see Zaizai. Zaizai can help and take a look. I guarantee it will be more accurate than those Feng Shui masters."
Zhong Lingling responded cheerfully.
"OK."
The more Teacher Zhong and Teacher Li listened, the more they felt something was wrong.
Judging from the chat between Zaizai and Lingling, the two little guys might even mention the theory of ghosts and gods, so Teacher Sun hurriedly spoke.
"Okay, it's time for the next child to answer the teacher's question. The next child is...Zai Zai, Zai Zai, what is your dad's favorite?"
Zai Zai Le Dian Dian replied.
"Teacher Sun, Zai Zai Huo's father likes to go to work the most, and Zai Zai Ming's father likes to beat up bad things the most!"
Before Teacher Sun could speak, all the children except Bo Nian started asking questions.
"Zai Zai, do you have two dads?"
"Zai Zai, so there really are ghosts in this world."
"Zai Zai, what if a ghost comes to me at night? I secretly ate a chicken leg yesterday. Will a ghost come and eat my leg tonight?"
…
Teacher Sun and Teacher Li exchanged a look, and Teacher Li quickly found an excuse to take Zai Zai to the lounge next door.
Teacher Sun did not relax, but asked the life teacher to come over and take Ji Yuanxiu, Siheng and Bo Nian to the lounge.
"Hurry up."
The life teacher hurriedly went to take care of Ji Yuanxiu's three children, Siheng and Bo Nian.
Teacher Sun turned on the TV and played the children's songs that the children liked very much recently.
Seeing that the children were attracted by the children's songs, Teacher Sun quickly motioned for everyone to sing the children's songs with her, trying every means to completely attract the children's attention to her side.
What if the principal and other teachers found out that the children in their class were constantly teaching children to talk about ghosts?
During the lunch break, Zaizai Ji Yuanxiu took Siheng and Bo Nian to the backyard kitchen for dinner. Teacher Sun took the time to make a call to Huo Chenling.
"Hello, Mr. Huo, I am Teacher Sun from Hanning International Bilingual Kindergarten. Do you think you can come to the kindergarten this afternoon?"
Dad Huo is on his way to a meeting.
Hearing Teacher Sun's words, he stopped and his voice was low and calm.
"Teacher Sun, I will arrive at three o'clock this afternoon."
