Chapter 13 Chapter 13 Liu Jingheng's Expulsion Plan. ...

That night, Qin Du took the initiative to find Mr. Qin.

"Dad, has your calligraphy improved recently?"

Old Master Qin held up the calligraphy, admiring his own dog-like calligraphy, and nodded with satisfaction:

"Look at it, isn't it quite like Yan Jin Liu Gu's style?"

Qin Du glanced at them calmly:

"Yes, I am far behind."

It was the first time that the old man was praised by his son, and he laughed so hard that his eyes disappeared.

"Since my father's calligraphy skills have reached the pinnacle, the calligraphy teacher can collect his salary and leave." Qin Du said coldly.

"Not yet. I have signed up for the Jinhai City Calligraphy Competition, and I'll have to trouble Teacher Xiao Liu for some guidance then." Although it is in the elementary school grade group.

"So father plans to let him mess up this family?" Qin Du said coldly.

The old man glanced at him dimly, put down the copybook, and cleared his throat:

"This matter cannot be blamed entirely on Teacher Xiao Liu. It is also Chu Yao's own instability. I have already criticized him. Young people are ignorant. I should give him another chance."

Qin Du closed his eyes and nodded.

"That makes sense. After all, your grandson is from the same bloodline as you, and he doesn't even realize that lust is a knife hanging over his head."

Old Master Qin's face gradually turned pale, then turned to ashen blue, and finally turned as dark as a dark cloud.

He lowered his voice and said, "Is that the incident you plan to engrave on my tombstone after I am buried?"

Qin Du raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

The old man didn't want to continue arguing with him, so he pretended to go to bed and quickly sent the man away.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

*

Liu Jingheng slept for a very long time, a full eighteen hours, and he couldn't help but praise himself, "What a future warrior."

He could have continued to sleep, but Uncle Li wouldn't allow it. Before the roosters crowed, they were plucked up.

"Xiao Liu, as a professional housekeeper, in addition to understanding all the needs of your employer, you must also seize every opportunity to improve your own qualities." Uncle Li said mysteriously.

Last night, he saw Liu Jingheng turning the Qin family upside down. If he didn't force Liu Jingheng to leave today, he would write the word "Li" upside down.

This is the confidence of a professional butler with 32 years of experience!

Liu Jingheng sat on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, sleepy and dazed.jpg

"Okay, get up quickly. Uncle Li is going to help you improve your personal qualities today."

Half an hour later.

Uncle Li was waiting in the lobby on the first floor. Seeing Qin Du in a suit and tie, he hurried over to him and whispered,

"Boss Qin, everything you arranged is ready. Go to the company without any worries. Everything here is up to me..."

Uncle Li, the professional housekeeper, looked behind Qin Du, his cultivation was completely lost, and he uttered a beautiful C language.

Qin Du frowned and turned around.

On the barrier-free ramp, a boy wearing only underwear was huddled in a wheelchair, his skin so white it was almost transparent.

"Where are your clothes?" Uncle Li quickly stood in front of Qin Du, fearing that he would offend his eyes.

Liu Jingheng answered honestly:

"I washed it yesterday and it's not dry yet."

Qin Du looked away and said coldly:

"Why, you want me to take it off and put it on you."

Liu Jingheng: "Okay."

Qin Du blinked, turned around and was about to leave.

"Gurgle... Gurgle..." The sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground was a bit hurried.

After taking two steps, someone suddenly grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Qin Du turned around and saw Liu Jingheng's beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed, with genuine doubt in her eyes:

"You're not saying you have to take it off for me to wear."

Qin Du: ...

"Give me the tie too. It looks nice and I like it." Liu Jingheng's tone was sincere and there was no trace of joking in her voice.

This uncle is such a good man. Knowing that he didn’t bring any change of clothes, he offered to help him take off his clothes to relieve his worries.

Qin Du dodged to the side, brushed his collar, and said nonchalantly:

"I just broke my promise, what can you do to me?"

Liu Jingheng searched hard in her mind for the cannon fodder's exclusive lines:

“Bad…bad…”

Qin Du's fingers suddenly stopped.

"You like to act like a spoiled child, don't you?" He lowered his voice, as if giving a warning.

Liu Jingheng:?

No.

In the end, Uncle Li pulled out his own clothes from the closet and gave them to him - a professional butler's tuxedo.

After changing her clothes, Liu Jingheng followed Uncle Li into the car in a daze.

"Where are you going?"

"You'll know when you get there. Remember, be careful with your words and actions when doing things in the Qin family." Uncle Li said.

The car drove for half an hour and stopped in front of a shop with pink decoration.

Liu Jingheng stuck her head out and took a look.

【Senyu Children's Aesthetic Education】

Liu Jingheng stepped back. "Let's not talk about painting for now. Why are they children?"

"Xiao Liu, Uncle Li has seen your painting skills, and he's more than capable of teaching you children's art. Stop throwing a tantrum and get out of the car."

Liu Jingheng clutched the door handle tightly with both hands. For the first time, the human-machine showed emotion and shook its head frantically:

“Don’t paint, don’t be a child…”

"You don't have the final say." Although Uncle Li is old and frail, subduing a paper man is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

Liu Jingheng was dragged into the art class.

The sweet-looking art teacher came over immediately:

"Oh, you're Mr. Li who made the audition appointment last night, right? Oh, this is your little grandson... He's... so big!"

The teacher was shocked. He vaguely remembered Uncle Li calling last night and saying:

"My child is rather naughty and has difficulty concentrating. I hope the teacher will be more tolerant and give more help and guidance."

The teacher scratched his head in confusion. No, this child's eye distance seems quite normal...

But as a professional teacher, I know that flowers bloom at a later time, and it is the educator's mission to water them with love and respect every individual.

"Oh, little boy, you are so tall. What's your name?"

Liu Jingheng hid behind Uncle Li and remained silent.

Uncle Li dragged the man over and said with a smile:

"The teacher is asking you, tell the teacher your name."

Liu Jingheng: "My name is Uncle Li."

"Hello, little Lishu, right? My name is Teacher Xiaolu. I hope we can become good friends after today's art class."

Liu Jingheng had lost weight visibly.

He hated painting because it brought him loneliness and reminded him of his uniqueness all the time.

Uncle Li said with a smile, "This child is being naughty again. Teacher, please don't mind. His name is Jingheng. I hope you will bear with him."

Teacher Xiaolu leaned over and pushed Liu Jingheng's wheelchair:

"Alright, Jingheng, go wash your hands and let's start the class, shall we?"

Liu Jingheng: "No, no."

Teacher Xiaolu: “Okay~”

Uncle Li smiled triumphantly as he watched Liu Jingheng being pushed into the classroom, as if she was walking step by step into an abyss with no end in sight.

Why can't I cure you?

He sent a message to Qin Du:

[It's been done, Mr. Qin, don't worry.]

Qin Du: [Okay.]

*

"Dear children, today we have a new student in our art class. His name is Jingheng. You can call him Jingjing~"

Teacher Xiaolu led Liu Jingheng and introduced him to the children present, whose average age was no more than seven years old.

"Wow! He's grown so big! Is he really a kid?"

"My mother said it was called gigantism."

Liu Jingheng is paralyzed in a wheelchair, with no desire to live.jpg

Teacher Xiaolu forced a children's coat onto him, which was so tight that he almost suffocated.

"Okay, Jingjing, sit down, we are about to start the class." Teacher Xiaolu, a teacher at a professional children's teaching institution, has a rhythmic and emotional voice.

"The theme of our art class today is the person I love most."

Liu Jingheng sighed softly.

"Who is your favorite person, kids?" the teacher asked.

The children raised their hands high:

“I love my mother the most!”

"I love my mother the most, too!"

"I love my dad the most. He buys me lots of toys!"

In the young cognition, the answer to this question is nothing more than parents and family.

As an introduction to the course, Teacher Xiaolu shared her own story:

She was born in a barren mountain area. Her father died early and her mother raised her with great difficulty. She also worked hard and was admitted to a good high school. Every weekend, her parents would come and bring their children a delicious meal.

In her memory, there are three memorable back views.

The first time, on a weekend in middle school, her mother came to bring her lunch, carrying an old iron rice bucket and wearing old clothes that were so worn that the color couldn't be seen. She stood among a group of well-dressed parents. Teacher Xiaolu stood in the corner for a long time, not having the courage to step forward and call out "Mom".

The inferiority and sensitivity of adolescence made her choose to escape, but she waited until her mother put the thermos in the guard room, and the gray figure gradually disappeared in the crowd.

The second time was when she was admitted to a university in another province. She didn't want her simple and even poor mother to appear in the public eye, so she found an excuse, saying that the school did not allow parents to see their children off.

Sitting on a train heading a thousand kilometers away, she unexpectedly saw her mother's back.

It turned out that her mother walked along the platform for a long time in order to see her more.

At that moment, Teacher Xiaolu burst into tears.

The last time, Teacher Xiaolu graduated from university and stayed in the big city with great ambition to start a business. He co-founded a painting studio with his friends.

At that time, she needed rent, so her mother crossed mountains and rivers, took a donkey cart, a bus, and a train, and stood for 23 hours to bring her gray-haired mother here.

It also brought a timely relief of 40,000 yuan.

The partner asked Xiaolu teacher curiously, "Is this your mother?" Before Xiaolu teacher could say anything, the mother said:

"I have to catch my train back home, so I can't stay any longer. Your mother asked me to tell you something: Don't be afraid to spend money when starting a business. Just call me if you need anything. When you're away from home, you have to work hard but also take care of yourself."

The last sentence is: "Auntie is gone."

Teacher Xiaolu, who was 24 years old at that time, did not have the courage to say "Mom, don't go". Her mother's thin and pale back gradually disappeared in the bustling metropolis.

But Teacher Xiaolu didn’t tell the children that it was the last time she saw her mother.

When my mother was on her way home, the bus overturned and everyone on board died.

Teacher Xiaolu smiled with tears in her eyes:

"If I could turn back time, I would definitely introduce my mother to everyone openly. She was an illiterate woman who lived in the mountains her whole life, but she used all her strength to help me walk towards the light."

The sentimental little ones were already crying, shouting, "Teacher Xiaolu, you are wrong to do this! You must apologize to your mother the next time you see her!"

Teacher Xiaolu nodded vigorously: "Of course!"

She turned her gaze away. Amidst the sobbing, Liu Jingheng sat in the corner with her head down, a marker in her hand, as if she had fallen asleep.

The gradually forgotten scene emerged from the water after the story ended.

On that dark, rainy night, he hugged his old crocodile toy and fled away while looking at the thin back of the woman.

In countless dreams that followed, that figure stopped in front of a taxi and turned around.

short, neatly cropped hair;

A black, loose-fitting T-shirt with two triangular wings printed on it;

A pair of big almond-shaped eyes are embedded in the oval face.

When Teacher Xiaolu talked about the topic of this class, the first thing that came to Liu Jingheng's mind was the face of the dean's father.

But as the story about the mother's three back views came to an end, heavy rain suddenly fell, bringing with it the hastily escaping back view, countless "positive" characters drawn on the old little notebook, and in the dream, because the woman suddenly turned around, I woke up with tears of surprise, and then lowered my eyes in the darkness.

Teacher Xiaolu clapped her hands:

"Okay, everyone, don't start writing yet. Sit quietly for three minutes, close your eyes, and picture the image of your loved one in your mind."

Liu Jingheng slowly closed her eyes.

The sound of heavy rain was endless, and there was also the sentence "Don't run around, wait for your mother to pick you up."