Chapter 50 Lin Wuyang didn't bite the Wowo anymore, and he's never playing with you again...

"Knock knock knock!"

The middle-aged woman knocked on the stainless steel door in front of her a few times.

There was no movement from inside the door.

She gave it a gentle push, and with a creak, the door opened.

"Why didn't you lock the door again?" the woman sighed, pushing the door open and entering the house.

The room was small, about ten square meters, and simply furnished with a chair, a table, and a bed that was 1.5 meters wide. There were very few other items in sight.

The bed faced the door. It wasn't large, but it took up almost half the space in the room. The woman could see the young man curled up on the bed at a glance.

"Why aren't you covered with a blanket? It's getting colder, you'll catch a cold if you stay like this."

The woman stepped into the room, placed the lunchbox on the table, turned to look at the man on the bed, and said, "Get up and eat something."

The person on the bed was completely unresponsive; if it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his body due to breathing, he would have been practically dead.

The woman stood inside for a while, then sighed and said, "I saw Xiaobao today."

"Bang!"

The woman was so startled by the sudden noise that she almost screamed.

The loud thud was the sound of the bed board being lifted and then falling due to an imbalance of forces.

The man who had just been lying in bed pretending to be dead suddenly sat up, grabbed the woman's clothes, and asked urgently, "How is Xiaobao?"

Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for so long, his voice was hoarse and indistinct.

The woman understood, paused, and said, "He's very good."

There was only one small window in the room, half of which was blocked with cardboard because the glass was broken. The room was dimly lit, especially with the bad weather. But at that moment, the woman saw the hope in the man's bloodshot eyes, which was exceptionally bright and clear.

The woman knew he wanted to hear more from her, but she simply repeated, "He's fine."

The man stared at her silently.

The woman couldn't bear it, but didn't want to say more, so she changed the subject, saying, "I cooked a meal, please eat some."

"I can't eat," the man said in a trembling voice. "Sister Fang, I regret it..."

...

The weekend went by quickly, and Monday arrived in the blink of an eye.

After breakfast, everyone at the welfare home got busy with their own tasks.

Lou Lan first took the children to school, and then rushed back to attend a public lecture.

Today, the First Municipal Welfare Home is holding a lecture on rehabilitation training for children with cerebral palsy, as well as an on-site expert assessment session, so Lou Lan also brought Wen Xingrui along.

Wen Min took Wen Xinghe to a special school for a trial class early in the morning.

Children with special needs have poor adaptability, so it is necessary to determine whether they can adapt to school life before they start school, hence the trial period.

Wen Min had already started looking for a school for Wen Xinghe, but there were only a few public special schools in the city, and they were all far from the welfare home, making it inconvenient to pick him up and drop him off every day. She was also worried about letting the child stay at the school. There was a private special school near the welfare home that was good in all aspects, but the tuition was outrageously expensive. The welfare home didn't have the money, so she was hesitant.

The night before last, Wen Min was deeply moved when she heard her child sincerely talk about his dream. She told the children that they should become dream superheroes, but her children's wings were missing and they needed to be supported.

An Fusheng's involvement helped her a lot, and things were now barely manageable. She thought about it all night and contacted the special school the next day.

Having served as the director of the welfare home for so many years, Wen Min had close ties with people from various special industries, and it was easy to get things done through acquaintances. By Sunday, the matter of Wen Xinghe attending school had been arranged, and he could start a trial class on Monday.

Everyone was busy with their own things, and in the end, only An Fusheng and Wen Xinglan were left at home.

After finishing the housework, An Fusheng took Wen Xinglan to the farmers market.

"Is this also your younger brother?" the old lady at the market asked.

An Fusheng said, "Yes, this is the youngest brother in the family, the eighth in line, and his nickname is Xiao Ba."

The old woman was very envious, saying, "Your family is truly thriving."

"Wow, this little boy is so cute!" the old man next door chimed in. "How old is he?"

An Fusheng: "One and a half years old."

Then An Fusheng taught Wen Xinglan to call out to all the grandpas and grandmas.

Although Wen Xinglan was thin and small, he had some chubby cheeks and big, innocent eyes. He was very shy, but when his older brother asked him to call his grandpa and grandma, he would obediently do so. After that, he would stand quietly beside his older brother and watch him pick out vegetables. He didn't cry or make a fuss, and he didn't touch other people's things. He was very lovable, and all the old men and women at the entrance of the vegetable market were melted by his kindness.

They praised An Fusheng's parents for being blessed, as their children were all well-behaved and obedient.

...

Beilei Kindergarten.

Class 2.

Kindergarten is so busy! From the moment we arrive in the morning, we have to eat breakfast, do exercises, and draw. It was already past midnight when An Shisi finally caught Fang Wangxi and questioned her, "You didn't come to my house yesterday!"

He clearly said he would definitely bring a bowl to his house for dinner, but he didn't come all day. He didn't even go out to play with his older brother while waiting for Fang Wangxi. This morning, Fang Wangxi didn't greet him first when she entered the classroom. An Shisi is angry!

"I'm sorry," Fang Wangxi explained with a pained expression, "My dad came back yesterday. He wouldn't let me go out, and he even beat me. I couldn't fight him..."

"Hmph!" An Shisi was still very angry.

Fang Wangxi leaned closer to An Shisi and whispered, "Can I go today? I secretly put my bowl in my schoolbag."

An Shisi turned his head to one side, propped his chin up with his hands, and sullenly ignored Fang Wangxi.

"It really is in my schoolbag. I'll show you after school."

An Shisi still ignored Fang Wangxi.

Do you want a little red flower?

An Shisi turned his head, "Little Red Flower?"

"I eat slower than you at lunchtime," Fang Wangxi said confidently. "I can also get Zhang Xiaoyi to eat slower than you, and then you can get a little red flower for eating well."

An Shisi: "Zhang Xiaoyi will listen to you?"

Fang Wangxi: "He's my brother, he'll definitely listen to me."

An Shisi scoffed, "Hmph, I don't need you to give way to me. I eat faster than you anyway."

"Okay, you do eat the fastest." Fang Wangxi said sullenly, "So, do you still want me to come to your house? I want to come to your house, is that okay?"

An Shisi was caught in a dilemma...

...

The seating arrangement in Class 1 is a square table with eight children sitting around it. Wen Xingmou and Lin Wuyang were sitting in the same row, but today the seat next to Wen Xingmou was empty because Lin Wuyang did not come to school.

"How boring!" Wen Xingmou sighed calmly.

As Shen Xinan passed by, he asked, "Little darling, what's wrong?"

"Teacher Shen, why didn't Lin Wuyang come to kindergarten today?"

Shen Xinan said, "Lin Wuyang has taken the day off."

"Will he come to kindergarten tomorrow?"

"I'm not sure either."

"Alright." Wen Xingmou sighed, "Lin Wuyang isn't here, and I haven't said a word. It's so boring."

Shen Xinan thought to himself: Lin Wuyang isn't talking to you anymore, it's just you talking all by yourself. It's no different for you to be talking to thin air now.

But he coaxed her, "Can you talk like Liu Xiaobing?"

Liu Xiaobing is usually shy and doesn't like to talk. During this break between classes, she is sitting alone in her seat, sipping water.

“Okay.” Wen Xingmou got up from her seat and went to find Liu Xiaobing.

Shen Xinan walked to the corner of the classroom and sat down to rest for a while. She and the kindergarten were both very busy this weekend because of the matter in the parents' group on Friday night. Although the kindergarten insisted that Lin Wuyang could continue to attend school, Lin Wuyang's grandmother called him today to ask for leave. Shen Xinan felt helpless.

As soon as Wen Xingmou walked up to Liu Xiaobing, she heard Wang Xiaohei talking badly about Lin Wuyang.

“You guys shouldn’t play with Lin Wuyang anymore. My mom says he’s sick and he bites people.”

Other children: "Yes! He bit Wen Xingmou until she cried."

Wen Mou turned around and walked over. "Lin Wuyang didn't bite me, and my hand isn't injured."

Lou's mother told her that Lin Wuyang just liked her cookies, so this morning she asked her older brother for a separate bag of cookies to give to Lin Wuyang, but unfortunately Lin Wuyang didn't come to school.

Wang Xiao□□: "You were bitten so badly you cried and you still say you didn't."

"No, the nest was bitten by crabs and cried."

Where can I find crabs?

"We have some at home."

“The crabs at home would never come to the kindergarten to bite the children; it was Lin Wuyang who bit them.”

"No, it's a crab...it used to gnaw on our nests."

"It was Lin Wuyang who bit you!"

"no!"

"that is!"

Less than a minute after Shen Xinan sat down, two children, one black and one white, almost started fighting. Fortunately, the teaching assistant noticed in time and stopped them.

"Hmph, I'm never playing with you again!"

"I'm not playing with you either."

...

Bai Mangmang is very pleased with herself today.

First, she handed in her homework on time as soon as she arrived at school, and then her teacher praised her for writing a good essay in Chinese class.

Lin Suihuan felt that Bai Mangmang had become unfamiliar after just one weekend. "Didn't you say you couldn't write an essay and would just write something random?"

"I just wrote something casually, I didn't expect the teacher to praise it." Bai Mangmang said casually, but her tone was full of pride. "Writing essays is so easy!"

The homeroom teacher, who was also the English teacher, walked by the window and knocked on it. "You speak English quite well, but why aren't you doing your English homework properly?"

"Teacher..." Bai Mangmang's face instantly turned bright red.

"I'll find you after school." The English teacher left with those words.

vast expanse of whiteness:"……"

"Hahahaha!" Lin Suihuan laughed wildly.

"Did you see the teacher coming?"

Lin Suihuan mimicked her smug tone, "I didn't see anything."

"You must have seen it, you're dead!"

"ah!!!"

...

After the last family meeting, Wen Min had a private chat with Wen Xinglin and told him, "A nine-story tower begins with a pile of earth." A brave person doesn't become one overnight. If you improve a little bit every day, you will accumulate enough to become a brave person.

Wen Xinglin decided to take the first step today, so when he entered the classroom in the morning, he raised his head a little higher than usual. His classmates did not notice anything unusual about him, and Wen Xinglin felt a great sense of accomplishment.

It was during the long break between classes. They had just finished their eye exercises, and the students sitting around them were all talking about where they had gone to play and what delicious food they had eaten over the weekend. They were chatting enthusiastically, but Wen Xinglin and his deskmate remained silent.

Wen Xinglin set his sights on his deskmate who was engrossed in his book. He took out a purple sweet potato rice cake from his bag, glanced around furtively to make sure no one was watching, and quietly held the rice cake out to his deskmate.

The student at the same table glanced at the rice cake, then looked up at Wen Xinglin, "For me?"

Wen Xinglin blushed and nodded: "Mm."

"Thanks."

"No, you're welcome."

My deskmate took the rice cake and popped it into his mouth. "It's delicious."

Wen Xinglin's eyes gradually lifted at the corners.