Then he held a grudge against me. When I was teaching him to read and write, he wanted to go to the toilet but didn't, and ended up wetting his pants.
While I was washing his pants, I taught him not to hold his urine, because it's bad for his health. He then slowly told me that he thought I was a bad person, which is why he didn't welcome me.
I only learned then that the reason so many women made up the population of this mountainous area was because their men had all gone out to fight the Japanese invaders and had all died in battle; none of them had returned alive.
I couldn't quite describe my feelings; I just hated myself for not being able to prevent my country from facing enemies again.
I asked Song Dazhuang what he wanted to do. His dream was to join the army, but his mother disagreed. I said, "Why don't you become a teacher? Educate people and revitalize Chinese culture."
I don't know if little Song Dazhuang understood, but I knew he had wet his pants again. I was so angry that I couldn't help but slap his bottom. He was wearing open-crotch pants, and there was poop on his bottom...
Chen Jiayi chuckled when she saw this, but felt more awe and distress in her heart.
"Dad, you're so mean, showing me embarrassing things from when I was little."
A hint of a smile flashed in Chen Qiming's eyes; he felt a pang of nostalgia for the past.
"Jiayi, Principal Song is a few years older than you. He is a very hardworking person, and you can learn a lot from him!"
He heard that the college entrance examination would be reinstated in two years, and with Song Dazhuang's abilities, he would definitely be able to become the top scorer in the exam.
Chen Jiayi nodded, her expression very serious.
She was still a little nervous, but when she saw Song Dazhuang, Chen Jiayi exclaimed his name in surprise.
"Song Zhiyan?"
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