Chapter 72: Abandoned Building No. 7 2 (Kindergarten)
Yi Li looked at the dim electric light in front of him, which was shaking above his head, making a crackling sound of poor contact, and the light was sometimes bright and sometimes dim.
There was clean concrete floor all around, and nothing else except the lamp above my head.
There was a rough staircase in front of her. She took out a flashlight from the space, and the high-wattage light dispelled the darkness. She raised her foot and stepped on it.
I don’t know how long I’ve been walking, but my strength is almost exhausted.
She still hadn't reached the top floor, and just when she was about to stop and rest to conserve her energy.
Bang!
She was hit hard on the back of the head.
Sizzle.
A carousel music box appeared in my mind, playing children's songs that sometimes became louder and sometimes became softer.
"Mushroom pickers... sizzle... a little girl... sizzle... carrying a large bamboo basket, early in the morning, barefoot... sizzle... walking through the woods and hills. She picked the most mushrooms, so many that they were as countless as the stars. She... sizzle... picked the biggest mushrooms... as big as a small umbrella filling the basket..."
In the kindergarten, many children are playing games around the teacher.
"Hahaha! Teacher, come and catch me!"
"Ah! The teacher is here to catch you!"
“Hahahaha!”
"The Malan flowers bloom on the 21st, 25th, 26th, 25th, 27th, 28th, 29th, 31st..."
There was only a little girl, wearing a beautiful and delicate little dress, hiding alone in the small hole inside the slide, sitting there leaning against the iron sheet, playing with a beautiful singing carousel in her hand.
Twist the spring next to it and it will make a ding-dong-dong sound like a nursery rhyme.
"A little mushroom-picking girl carried a large bamboo basket on her back and walked barefoot through the forests and hills in the early morning. She picked the most mushrooms, so many that they were as countless as the stars. She picked the biggest mushrooms, as big as a small umbrella that filled the basket. Thing th ...
"Little Yili, why are you playing the music box here alone? Aren't you playing with your teachers and classmates?"
The skinless monster suddenly came in, squatted in front of Yili, and asked her kindly.
The cheerful music from the music box suddenly stopped. Yili looked up at the other person and said in a cold and distant voice: "Teacher Bobo, I don't like playing those childish games. I just want to be alone."
"Really?" Teacher Bobo touched Yili's head and said, "You can't stay here alone. Teacher Bobo will take you to read a book, how about that?"
Yili looked at Teacher Bobo, whose smile reached his temples, and nodded hesitantly.
The white and tender little hand was held in the palm of the blood-red big hand. The sticky feeling made little Yili feel a strange sense of being cut.
Teacher Bobo's hands...will they feel like this?
Cold, sticky, like the touch of a poisonous snake.
Little Yili was shocked by his own thoughts.
She looked at the two completely different hands.
Her hands are small and the teacher's hands are big.
Her hands were white and flesh-colored, while the teacher's hands were blood-red.
Her hands are warm, while the teacher's hands are cold.
They are different.
But why are they different?
Little Yili's eyes fell on those who were playing in the activity area.
The teacher has red skin, black eyes, and no hair. When he smiles, the corners of his mouth will stretch to his temples, revealing his sharp white teeth.
The classmates have fair skin, beautiful round eyes, soft black hair, and sweet smiles, revealing their white and clean little teeth.
A colorful ball hit the wall where it was written, 'Exercise makes the meat more delicious, the raw materials are pollution-free, and it has a natural and delicious taste!' and then bounced off.
She thought, she must find out.
She followed the teacher out of the playground, passed the cafeteria, the rest area, the swimming pool, and came to the beautiful and warm reading room.
There were nineteen spiders with eyes painted on the wall playing games with several children. One child was bitten by a spider in the mouth and the child cried with excitement.
On the other side was a clown with eighty hands, throwing a bunch of colorful balls with various expressions.
There are also lines of slogans written on the wall:
'Use the best breeding methods for them to cultivate the most delicious ingredients of the future!'
'Reading makes their brains tastier!'
'Please treat every raw material with love!'
Little Yili understood every word.
Ingredients?
brain?
Little Yili felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't know why he felt uncomfortable.
Little Yili looked at the colorful picture books of fairy tales on the bookshelf.
Little Red Riding Hood, who was made into a hamburger, happily became the wolf's food
Snow White made a deal with Fairy Yeast in order to be eaten by the prince
The Frog Prince Angrily Eats Ninety-Nine Princesses in Search of the Most Delicious True Love
…
Are these really normal books?
This question popped up subconsciously in Xiao Yili's mind.
normal?
What is normal?
Little Yili didn't understand.
She hugged the beautiful music box tightly in her hand, lowered her head and pursed her lips.
Soft and beautiful black curly hair fell on her shoulders. Her cute little face with baby fat was very cold, and her rosy little mouth was pursed into a straight line.
"Little Yili, what's wrong?"
Little Yili shook his head: "Nothing, I just don't know what to look at."
"It turns out that little Yili is having trouble knowing what books to read. Do you want the teacher to help you?" The teacher squatted in front of Yili, his dark eyes looking straight at Yili.
Little Yili tapped the music box and nodded: "Yes."
"Little Yili looks really delicious."
Teacher Bobo smiled and praised Yili. As he spoke, he looked at the bookshelf next to him. After choosing for a moment, he took out a black leather book for Yili. There was a picture of a forest on the book. Beautiful fluorescent mushrooms were scattered throughout the forest, emitting beautiful light.
The title of the book is "How the Mushroom Picking Girl Gave Herself a Delicious Brain"
Little Yili: "..."
"How about this one, little Yili?"
"Okay." Little Yili took the book, sat on a small stool, and began to read seriously.
Teacher Bobo sat next to Yili, looking at little Yili with a loving face.
An idea suddenly popped up in Xiao Yili's mind.
She looked like a coveted braised pork elbow.
She clenched the pages of the book in her hands, suppressed her inner panic, and tried to read the book so as to ignore the burning gaze beside her.
"Little Yili, if you need help, you can tell the teacher." Teacher Bobo said kindly to little Yili.
Xiao Yili nodded: "Okay, Teacher Bobo."
"Little Yili, are there any words you don't know?" Teacher Bobo had placed his head on her shoulder at some point, blowing cold air into her ears.
"No, thank you, teacher." Yi Li was almost scared to stand up, but he still managed to hold it back.
Ahhh! It's too early to post this. I just finished writing it and posted it. (:>)|￣|＿Let's just call it tonight's.
(End of this chapter)
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