Even so, Chen Bing still explained it in more colloquial language, such as how a dog's body is different from a human's, and that it would be fine if it drank it, but you would get diarrhea.
"Oh, I see! Bingbing, you know so much! No wonder my grandma said you're the North Star!"
Hey, Polaris, your grandma meant "Wenquxing" (the star of literature and scholarship), right?
Chen Bing was too lazy to explain to him, so she went to the side and petted the burly man for a while.
Chen Bing is a trendsetter in this small group; whatever he does, countless children follow suit and imitate him.
Chen Bing had just finished petting the muscular, dark-skinned boy when she turned around and found countless little kids lined up behind her waiting to be petted.
However, having the awareness to queue is still a good thing.
Chen Bing felt it was a bit inappropriate to have Hei Zhuang take so many customers at once, so he suggested that everyone take plastic bottles and start a big water fight at this safe ammunition resupply point in the stream.
The children cheered and picked up the plastic bottles on the side, as if they were joining Chen Bingwang in a rebellion.
To prevent some of the little kids from crying from being hit, Chen Bing only poked three holes in each plastic bottle, neither too big nor too small, to avoid using weapons that were too inhumane.
Not only in terms of equipment, but also in terms of systems, he made three rules and signed international conventions, prohibiting the mistreatment of prisoners and the killing of surrendered prisoners.
After the pre-match preparations, everyone loaded their weapons with ammunition and then began individual competitions around the stream.
Although Blackie couldn't pick up a weapon, it kept running around the contestants, dodging the water jets aimed at it, its little tail spinning rapidly as if it were about to take off.
After playing with the children for half a day, the sun was gradually setting, and the elderly men and women carried their small stools and sat around the village entrance to start exchanging information.
As the temperature gradually cools down, people no longer feel hot while playing.
To prevent anyone from catching a cold, Chen Bing dismissed them while the weather was still a little warm.
"When you get home, take a hot shower as soon as possible, and then wash your own clothes, okay?"
"We know!" the children answered in unison, and even the burly black boy sitting to the side barked twice.
Chen Bing looked at them with satisfaction, at these children with fine qualities whom he had painstakingly raised, and felt a great sense of accomplishment, just like a proud father.
A three- or four-year-old child doesn't understand what separation is, but he knows clearly that after starting kindergarten and the village being demolished, this kind of childhood will never return.
After these few days, it will be two completely different worlds.
The sadness in your heart is yours alone, and so is the joy in your heart.
Facing this group of children who knew nothing, Chen Bing suddenly felt a sense of loneliness.
A kind of loneliness that humans experience living among monkeys.
People say that the difference in IQ is so great that smart people look at others as if they were monkeys.
Chen Bing admitted he had overthought things. He looked seriously at the children in front of him... and the dogs, and solemnly said, "Okay! Throw the bottle in the trash can, dismissed. Go home, everyone!"
With a whoosh, everyone left, and Chen Bing followed suit.
It felt like announcing the end of an ordinary day.
On an ordinary afternoon, you never watched the children's channel again after turning it off.
The folded paper airplane flew into a corner of my memory and I never saw it again.
The mud houses that were demolished were not mud houses; the cement roads that were paved were not cement roads; the ice cream that was eaten was not ice cream.
Sometimes, reminiscing about the past doesn't mean you're not doing well now; it just means that life was too wonderful before.
It was just an ordinary day, without any particular feeling. At that time, melancholy was just like a bullet fired into the sky by most people.
It drifted and wandered through life ever since.
Until one day, when you're older, you see these words right between your eyebrows.
...
Chen Bing was in a low mood after returning, and Ms. Liu Yue noticed this.
She placed her hands on Chen Bing's small shoulders and asked softly, "What's wrong, my little darling? Did you not have fun playing with your friends?"
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