The children who go out are like birds out of a cage, exuding a happy atmosphere.
Jian Yuelan laughed, "I go out every day, why are you so happy?"
"That's different."
The chubby child had a bright smile on his face. "Before there were many people, but today it's just me and my mom. I'm happy."
It was nice to be alone with her.
"You sleep with your mother at night, too."
"Occasionally."
Not every day.
I don't know what the child was thinking about, but he sighed. Why was he sighing?
"What did you think of?"
"Mom, I have a big question."
"Well, go ahead."
"Yesterday, I went out with my great-grandparents and met an uncle wearing a black cloth on his arm."
This is the mourning cloth worn when someone in the family dies.
"That uncle's eyes were red from crying. He said he had no father. I asked my great-grandfather why he had no father, and he said his father had passed away."
At this point, the child frowned and asked, "Mom, does passing away mean death?"
"Yes."
The child uttered, "Why did that person die?"
"Because birth, aging, sickness and death are the eternal and unchanging laws of nature."
"What are the laws of nature?"
Then, Jian Yuelan explained to the children what the laws of nature are.
After she finished, the child didn't say anything. Instead, he frowned and absorbed the content. Then he slowly said, "I understand. Mom, the natural law you mentioned is just like when Grandpa filled a bucket with water. At the beginning, the planks were of different lengths, and the water in the bucket would flow out from the shortest plank, not the longest one."
Isn’t this the barrel theory among the ten laws of nature?
Just as Jian Yuelan was about to speak, the child said, "Mom, do you think there is a possibility that we are the memories of a dead person, and when the memory ends, we will die."
Jian Yuelan's eyes suddenly widened and she shuddered with fear. Is this a question a child would think of?
"Son, why do you have such thoughts?"
Don’t let her son see anything he shouldn’t see.
This kind of question, similar to "I think, therefore I am", which questions the authenticity of the world, has already involved philosophy.
"It just came to me suddenly."
This answer was completely beyond Jian Yuelan's expectations. She looked up at the sky. It was sunny and bright, and the sun did not rise from the west.
"Mom, do you think this is possible?"
This question was really hard to answer. After thinking for a moment, Jian Yuelan still didn't know how to answer so as not to lead the child's thinking astray, so she said, "Well, let me tell you two stories."
"Okay, okay."
Then, Jian Yuelan told him about Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly and how the world in Asan's mythology was a dream of Brahma.
The child listened very carefully, and when he was done, he said, "Mom, I need to think about this."
"Okay, you want to."
The store had been almost renovated, and when the mother and son arrived, the carpenter was busy installing the wooden shelves.
She touched the wooden board; it was all polished smooth, not prickly at all, and there were no splinters.
There is varnish next to it.
Jian Yuelan leaned over to take a look and asked, "Master, can we paint it today?"
"You can go on once it's installed."
At this moment, Wang Xinsheng, looking dusty and dusty, came in from the back door. Seeing Jian Yuelan, he immediately said jokingly, "Boss Jian, I thought you forgot about your shop."
Ever since he brought his team out of the village to take on work, he has never met a host like Jian Yuelan.
He really doesn't care about anything and doesn't even come to the store to take a look.
Instead, the old man and the old lady came several times.
"Too busy."
"Yes uncle, my mother is very busy."
Listening to the child's sweet voice, Zhang Xinsheng laughed, "I remember you were busy too."
"I'm fine these days."
The kid is a social butterfly, he can chat with anyone and shyness doesn't exist for him.
"I'm only busy for two or three hours a day. I'm not as busy as you uncles."
Zhang Xinsheng raised his eyes and looked at Jian Yuelan, "Boss Jian, how old is your child this year?"
"Four years old."
"How did you teach it?"
Zhang Xinsheng was humbly asking for advice. "Boss Jian, please share your experience so I can learn from it and teach my children back home."
They are both three-year-old children, but the one from Boss Jian's family speaks clearly, is eloquent and has a lot of small talk.
The guy in his family can now speak short sentences fluently, but it is difficult to express long sentences in words.
When he gets anxious, he can't say a word and can only scream.
"I didn't teach them. The children were all taken care of by their elders."
She doesn't know how to teach children, she only knows how to teach them boxing.
In her original world, she was left alone. Her parents never bothered her and she relied entirely on her own initiative.
After coming into this world, she has the body of a child but the heart of an adult, and she also does not need her parents' care.
There are many children in the family, but her education is not her responsibility, as her third uncle and others are in charge.
"If you ask me, I can only say that it all depends on the children's self-awareness. My only role is probably to use a small whip to teach them to be motivated."
The people in the room who were listening attentively and wanting to learn from her experience were speechless when they heard her words.
Zhang Xinsheng couldn't even breathe and asked in disbelief, "Are you serious?"
"Seriously."
Jian Yuelan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I really can't afford to lie about this."
Zhang Xinsheng, “…”
Very good, his idea of learning about raising a child was completely dashed.
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