Chapter 1 A little culprit.
In midsummer, the afternoon sun shines through the windowsill, giving the dark wooden floor a scorching heat. The sounds of cicadas chirping outside the window and rubbing against leaves are intertwined, faintly slipping into the closed room through the window.
“Crack—Crack—”
The door lock rang twice softly, and then was pushed open a crack by someone from the outside, and a head of soft, black curly hair emerged from the crack.
The stubbornly upright tuft of adobe hair on its head shook, and then a baby in a bright yellow duck suit slipped into the room.
His eyes were clear and clean, his pupils were a bright black color, and his black hair was soft and neatly draped over his forehead, making him look cute and pretty.
The plush duck on his chest swayed as he walked. The little cub's eyes scanned the room and then stopped on the thin figure resting on the small bed by the window.
There seemed to be some hesitation on his fair and tender face, but he still walked towards the window with slow steps. As if to cheer himself up, he subconsciously pinched the duck on his chest, and the next second——
"Quack, quack, quack—a group of ducks swam by under the bridge in front of the door~"
The little duck on my chest suddenly started singing happily, its wings fluttering, adding a touch of joy to the originally dull interior.
The little cub was so frightened by the sudden movement that his curly fur almost stood up. He twisted his body and walked back with a clatter. However, his three-headed little body became tense and he staggered, and fell on the soft wool carpet beside the sofa with his butt sticking up.
This was the scene Shen Qingyue saw when he woke up.
There was a small, obvious bulge on the cream-white carpet. The person was supporting himself with his hands and trying to lift his head to stand up.
Ignoring the unfamiliarity of the environment, Shen Qingyue subconsciously called out to the boy who was trying to twist his body to stand up and was about to succeed: "Which class are you from?"
My voice is a little hoarse, and my throat hurts terribly when I speak.
Shen Qingyue cleared his throat, and seeing that the child on the carpet was still half-squatting without moving, he took the initiative to get up from the bed.
Only then did he realize that he was now in a completely unfamiliar environment. He lowered his eyes and saw that his clothes had been changed into a pair of long-sleeved pajamas, but they were a bit too big.
Before he was surprised for two seconds, the little cub who had been frozen in front of him for a while began to sway. Seeing that he was losing his balance and was about to fall to the ground, Shen Qingyue quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and picked up the staggering little body into his arms.
A wave of dizziness came over him, and Shen Qingyue staggered back two steps, his lower back resting on the soft backrest of the sofa. He closed his eyes, and countless unfamiliar scenes and memories flooded into his mind.
He is now in a book about raising children that he happened to open a few nights ago.
The person with the same name and surname as him in the text, that is, the original owner of his current body, is a sickly supporting character, and the one in his arms at this moment is the original owner's little nephew, the child of his brother, whose nickname is Dou Dou, and who is the future villain in the book.
Since the original owner was in poor health, few people were willing to play with him since he was a child. Over time, he became more and more irritable and irritable as he grew up. Although no one in the family said it, they all avoided him to some extent.
No one could stand his introverted personality, and he would often physically punish or scold children, so the year Doudou entered kindergarten, his family sent him to a business marriage.
The original owner's final fate was also very tragic. After experiencing infidelity, domestic violence and divorce, he moved out alone. Within two years, he died due to poor health and lack of timely care and treatment.
As for Doudou, because he did not receive good guidance and education while growing up, he eventually developed a gloomy and twisted personality. Not only was he a well-known "little bully" who gave his teachers a headache since he started school, but after he grew up, he became one of the few villains in this article about raising children that people hate.
The time when he came through now seemed to be not long after his eldest brother went abroad and entrusted the child to the family, and nothing had happened yet.
Shen Qingyue felt the stiffness of the baby in his arms. He leaned over slightly and placed the still tense baby on the floor. He then stroked his chest and breathed softly.
As a three-year-old boy, Doudou was relatively light, but after just holding him like this for two minutes, his arms and shoulder blades began to ache badly, and his chest was a little short of breath.
Doudou had just been picked up by the waist, and seemed to be stunned for a while. It was not until his feet were firmly on the ground again that he turned timidly to look at Shen Qingyue, pursing his lips: "Xiao Susu."
Because of his low voice and nervousness, his words were a little unclear.
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and stared at the 'culprit duck' on his chest. Shen Qingyue lowered his eyes and could only see his small head and the two lumps of flesh squeezed out on his cheeks.
"You're welcome, little Doudou." Shen Qingyue found the cub's reaction a little funny. He reached out and gently rubbed Doudou's black hair, and said in a gentle voice: "Is there anything you want to talk to your uncle about?"
Doudou raised his head, shook it a little embarrassedly, and nodded. Under Shen Qingyue's gentle gaze, he mustered up the courage to say, "Xiao Susu, can you make me some milk?"
Shen Qingyue was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly: "Doudou is hungry, of course it's ok."
Doudou's little face was puffy red. She took the initiative to reach out her little hand to grab Shen Qingyue and politely nodded her head: "Thank you."
His palm was too small and could only hold two of Shen Qingyue's fingers, but he walked steadily and took Shen Qingyue out with him.
It has been more than a month since he was sent here from his original home. Today was the first time he saw his uncle's smile, and also the first time he heard him speak to him so gently.
Doudou raised his head and glanced at the people around him. He felt that his uncle had become a good uncle today. He was not fierce at all. He was completely different from the vicious uncle who would punish him at any time.
When I left the room, I found that this was a three-story villa. The original owner's room was on the second floor, at the innermost part of the corridor, while Doudou's children's room was in the middle.
Shen Qingyue was led into the room by Doudou. The layout of the children's room was unexpectedly simple. Apart from the sponge mat on the entire floor and a crib surrounded by a guardrail, there were only some necessary furniture.
The milk powder was placed on the cabinet next to the bed, and it was placed very high together with the kettle. It was absolutely impossible for Doudou to reach it with his height.
Shen Qingyue raised his hands to take both of them down, and saw Doudou, who had climbed onto the bed at some point, holding a fall-proof children's bowl in his arms, and was sliding down from the bed on his stomach.
Turning around, he saw Shen Qingyue looking at him. Doudou came over with a small bowl in his hand, and reminded him, "The water is very hot. Don't let it touch your hands."
Shen Qingyue smiled after taking the bowl, thinking that the child was very cute and seemed to be more sensible than the children of the same age and younger than him that he used to teach.
Suddenly thinking of Class One, Shen Qingyue was in a trance for a moment.
I used to be a teacher in a private kindergarten. My daily work and routine involved dealing with children and parents. Although it was tiring and stressful, it was still very interesting most of the time.
May is the National Education Promotion Month, which coincides with the large-scale campus event on Children's Day. In addition to paying close attention to the children in his class, he also has to promote the event, rehearse programs for the class, and coordinate music and stage lighting. He almost never rests before 12 o'clock in the evening.
A few days ago, the teacher of the senior class came to me for help. After Children's Day will be the graduation ceremony for the senior class children, and we also have to prepare activities in advance.
When I was in school, I never thought that kindergarten teachers would also have to make plans.
He stayed up for nearly three nights to work on several activity PPTs and plans. He had originally planned to tire himself out during these few days, finish all his work on Friday, and have a good sleep the next day. However, when he woke up, he was already in the book when he opened his eyes.
Then the self in the original world might have already...
"Little Susu."
Doudou's voice interrupted Shen Qingyue's recollections. He came back to his slightly sad thoughts and found that he was holding the milk powder spoon in his hand motionlessly, while Doudou was closing his eyes and looking at him curiously with his little head raised.
"I was distracted just now." Shen Qingyue explained to the baby seriously, poured half a bowl of water, and then started to scoop milk powder.
Doudou didn't understand what 'walking ten' meant, he just looked at Shen Qingyue's skillful movements while making milk powder with admiration, without blinking.
After testing the temperature, Shen Qingyue placed the small blue bowl on the table, leaned over to pick up Xiao Doudou, and let him sit on the chair.
He had trained himself in kindergarten and could hold two bags in his left and right hands at the same time, which was very easy for other children. But now, he had to use all his strength to barely complete such a simple movement.
The original owner was described in the book as sickly, gloomy, and irritable, and now it seems that the sickness alone is indeed the case.
He was thinking about the plot of the original novel while Doudou was holding his small bowl and blowing into it in small sips. The "ah hu, ah hu" sound was weak but very regular.
Shen Qingyue was attracted by Doudou's little movements and turned over. He saw the boy gulping down half a bowl of milk generously, then wiped his mouth with a tissue and quickly drank the rest.
He was just about to say something to amuse the kid when he heard a knock on the door and someone calling his name.
The sound was not coming from the door, but from the end of the corridor, where the original owner's room was.
Doudou also heard the voice, and there was a hint of nervousness on his little face. He involuntarily looked towards Shen Qingyue.
He didn't know what happened, but he knew that every time he heard this sound these days, his uncle would quarrel with his grandfather, and when he came back, he would become very angry. When he looked at him, his eyes were very scary, and he would make him stand in the corner and not speak or move.
Shen Qingyue turned her head and pinched Doudou's cheeks, which were puffed up due to nervousness, and carried him down: "I'm going to go out for a while, Doudou, do you want to come with me?"
Doudou tapped his head vigorously and repeated, "Doudou wants to come together."
"Okay, then hold your hand first." Shen Qingyue unconsciously began to treat Doudou the same way he treated his fellow students. He stretched out his hand and Doudou naturally grabbed his two fingers.
Shen Qingyue opened the door and saw a middle-aged man walking towards him. It was a hot day, but he was still wearing a long-sleeved shirt. He looked like a butler or something like that.
The man seemed relieved when he saw Shen Qingyue, and then walked over quickly, saying calmly, "Young Master Shen, Mr. Shang is here to see you. The old man wants you to go down and meet him."