Chapter 50 Chapter 50 You are not allowed to talk about my mother all the time! ...
The bus took the children back to the kindergarten gate.
At this time, most parents are already waiting here.
The teacher led the children off the bus one by one.
Li Chi helped Qin Moran carry his schoolbag all the way and only returned it to him after they got off the bus.
Qin Moran took the schoolbag: "Thank you."
He had just been sleeping all the way and was a little dazed now. The hair on his forehead was a little messy, and there was a red mark on his face.
Li Chi stared at him for a while, then shook his head: "It's okay."
Not far away, Li Xingde arrived at the school gate early to wait for Li Chi. He saw Li Chi seemed to be talking to a little boy, so he walked forward to explore.
When he got closer, he saw that the boy Li Chi was talking to was indeed the boy from the wealthy family across the manor. He immediately smiled and said, "You two seem to have a good relationship."
Both children heard his voice and turned to look at him.
When Li Chi saw Li Xingde, his face turned cold instantly.
Qin Moran was a little confused.
At this time, Li Xingde said to Qin Moran: "Little boy, what's your name?"
He wanted to get close to Qin Moran.
After all, he doesn't usually see many children from rich families.
Qin Moran looked at Li Xingde without saying anything.
Normally, when adults asked him questions, he would always answer them, but now facing Li Xingde, he was a little reluctant to answer.
He knew that Li Xingde was an incompetent father and failed to take good care of Li Chi, so he felt unfair for Li Chi.
Li Xingde was puzzled when he saw Qin Moran didn't say anything.
This child looks so sweet and gentle, and usually smiles at others, so why does he become silent when he's with him?
Li Xingde wanted to say something.
At this time, Li Chi urged him: "Let's go home."
Li Xingde didn't care: "Wait, let me talk to your friend again."
Li Chi urged again: "Go home."
He knew that his father was not a good person, so he instinctively separated himself from Qin Moran.
Li Xingde rushed to strike up a conversation, but ended up getting no response. He curled his lips in disgust and said, "Just go back, hurry up!"
Having said that, he turned around and walked away with his hands behind his back.
When Li Chi saw him leave, his guard finally dissipated a lot, and then he said to Qin Moran: "I'm leaving first. See you at school tomorrow."
Qin Moran said obediently: "Okay."
Li Chi glanced at him, then followed in the direction of Li Xingde.
Qin Moran didn't have to wait for a few minutes before his mother Chen Ruolan came to pick him up.
It is autumn now, and Chen Ruolan's dress is very suitable for this season.
She was wearing a white haute couture long dress with a light purple sweater jacket on the outside, and she exuded a faint fragrance.
As she walked over carrying a white bag, the breeze blew her long black hair.
She smiled, tidied her hair, tucked it behind her ears, and then looked at Qin Moran with a smile.
When Qin Moran saw his mother, he pounced on her like a young bird: "Mom!"
Chen Ruolan caught him with a smile: "Mobao, did you have fun today?"
Qin Moran nodded affirmatively: "Happy!"
After saying that, he added: "I also brought gifts for the whole family!!"
Chen Ruolan praised him: "Really? Mobao is so great? What gift did you bring?"
Qin Moran smiled and said, "This is a secret. You'll know when we get home."
"Okay, then mom will look forward to your gift."
The mother and son went home hand in hand.
At night, everyone except Qin Lian went home.
At this moment, Qin Xuan was busy in the study upstairs, while the others were sitting on the sofa in the living room.
Qin Boxi was sitting on a single sofa, replying to messages on his mobile phone.
Chen Ruolan was knitting a sweater with her head down.
Seeing that the weather was getting colder, she planned to knit a thick sweater for Qin Moran. Although the family had no shortage of such sweaters, the meaning of knitting it herself would definitely be different.
Qin Ye was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, using a remote control to change the program on TV.
After adjusting it for a long time, he found that there was nothing interesting, so he simply threw away the remote control and turned to look at Qin Moran beside him.
At this moment, Qin Moran lowered his head and was pulling a thread on his socks again.
When Qin Ye saw this scene, he inexplicably thought of the last time when Qin Moran pulled the thread on his socks and ended up tearing the whole sock off.
When he thought of this, he couldn't help laughing: "Can you stop pulling your socks all the time? Be careful not to pull them off again."
Qin Moran raised his head aggrievedly when he heard this: "But another thread has popped out of my sock."
It must be that he accidentally got caught on some thorns on the road while going on an autumn outing today.
Qin Ye looked at his aggrieved look and couldn't help laughing: "Hahahaha!!"
Qin Moran: "..."
Is it that funny? ! !
Qin Ye probably realized that his laughter was a little too crazy, so he coughed, restrained himself, and finally asked the main question: "Did you gain anything from your autumn outing today?"
When Qin Moran was asked this question, he thought of something and nodded decisively: "Yes."
Qin Ye: "What did you gain?"
Qin Moran: "Wait a moment."
As he said that, he ran over and got his backpack.
He held the bag in his arms and patted it with his little hands: "The harvest is in here."
The little darling is so impressive.
Qin Boxi, who was looking at his phone, looked up.
Chen Ruolan, who had already been revealed some inside information, also looked at Qin Moran with a smile.
After successfully attracting everyone's attention, Qin Moran took out the six persimmons from his backpack as if he was presenting treasures.
The other three were a little surprised when they saw the six round red persimmons.
Qin Ye spoke first: "Did you carry this back by yourself? How could you, with your small body, carry so many persimmons?!"
Qin Moran snorted softly: "Of course I can recite it."
Don't underestimate him, okay?
Chen Ruolan smiled knowingly: "So this is the gift Mo Bao mentioned. How nice."
Qin Boxi, who had been looking at his phone, also reached out and gently pinched Qin Moran's cheek: "Mo Bao is really amazing."
Qin Boxi smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed.
Soon, a servant took five of the persimmons away to wash them.
The remaining one is of course left to Qin Lian.
When the servants brought the washed persimmons to the living room, everyone took one and tasted it.
This is a crisp persimmon, grown by the farmer himself. It is pure natural and delicious.
Everyone was fascinated by the taste.
Qin Ye looked at Qin Moran and raised his eyebrows: "I can't believe you're still quite useful."
Qin Moran: "..."
Why does this sound so strange?
An angry Qin Moran took a bite of the crisp persimmon in his hand.
As a result, his mouth was too small, and when he bit the persimmon, only the skin was slightly injured.
Qin Moran: "..."
Even Persimmon bullies him, woohoo.
Qin Moran opened his mouth wide and took another bite. This time he finally bit off a large piece of fruit flesh.
He became happy.
On the other side, Qin Boxi tasted a few bites of crisp persimmons.
Then he posted on Weibo again.
[The crisp persimmons my younger brother brought back from his autumn outing were very sweet.]
The accompanying picture is a picture of a persimmon he had bitten.
There were countless comments below instantly.
[Husband, when did you become a brother-showing maniac? ]
[No, I can't eat it, so this persimmon must be sour.]
If you keep praising your brother like this, I'm going to become his fan.
[Qin Boxi, can you please ask your brother if he needs a second sister-in-law?]
[Why are you sending us delicious food in the middle of the night? ]
[Isn't it just persimmons? I bought a whole basket of them.]
On the other side, the servant made a cup of coffee for Qin Xuan as instructed.
It is said that Qin Xuan will stay up late to work tonight.
When the servant brought the coffee, he thought about it and brought a persimmon as well.
I don’t know if the eldest young master in their family would eat this persimmon, but I’ll just take it upstairs and let’s take a look.
Soon, the servant came to the study door and knocked.
Qin Xuan's cold voice came from inside: "Come in."
The servant came in with coffee.
In the study, cold white light slanted down.
Qin Xuan was wearing a white shirt and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and was typing on the computer keyboard.
The servant walked over and said, "Master, this is the coffee you requested."
"Thanks."
When Qin Xuan took the coffee, he saw the persimmon and said casually, "I didn't want the persimmon."
The servant explained, "This was brought back from the farm by the young master during his autumn outing. Everyone in the family has one."
Qin Xuan's eyes were cold and he said nothing.
The servant didn't know whether he was being too clever or not, and quickly put the persimmon on the desk, then bowed and left.
The servant didn't know how long Qin Xuan stayed up late working overtime that night.
After all, although Qin Xuan is the successor of this family and always looks like he doesn't want strangers to come near him, he is always alone when he works overtime and does not ask the servants to wait for him all the time.
The servant didn't clean the study until the next morning.
While she was tidying up her study, she discovered that the persimmon she had placed on the desk last night was gone. She looked down and saw a persimmon core in the trash can besides some scraps of paper.
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Qin Moran went to kindergarten again.
He carried his little penguin backpack and walked into the kindergarten.
There is a car parked at the school gate.
Inside the car, Teacher Liang from Class 1 quickly straightened her clothes and was about to get off the car with her bag.
Her boyfriend took her to school today, but there was a traffic jam on the road, so she was a little late.
At this moment, her boyfriend was a little puzzled and asked: "I remember it wasn't your turn to greet the children today, why are you so anxious?"
He remembered that his girlfriend had complained to him before, saying that the kindergarten had too many requirements and the principal always liked to criticize them, the new young teachers, so she was not really happy to stay in school.
Why are you rushing to go to school now?
As Teacher Liang pushed the car door open, she turned around and said with a smile, "You don't understand. There's a really cute kid in our class. He's my motivation for going to work every day."
My boyfriend was curious: "Really? Who is he?"
Teacher Liang: "You wouldn't understand even if I told you. I'm getting off now. Bye. By the way, be careful when you go to the company by yourself."
Boyfriend: "Okay, go ahead. I'll pick you up this afternoon."
Teacher Liang said goodbye to her boyfriend and trotted into the kindergarten carrying her bag.
From a distance, she saw the little girl in front of her, and the smile on her face suddenly deepened: "Little friend Mo Ran!"
Qin Moran was walking when he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind. He turned around and saw their teacher Liang.
Qin Moran stopped and called out, "Good morning, Teacher Liang!"
This sweet little voice is enough to make everyone's unhappiness disappear.
Teacher Liang squatted down and touched his head: "You are really the motivation for me to go to work every day."
Qin Moran blinked in confusion.
Teacher Liang didn't explain much, but just said, "Okay, go to the classroom first. I have a meeting first."
"Okay, goodbye, Teacher Liang."
Qin Moran continued walking towards the classroom with his schoolbag on his back.
Teacher Liang stood there and watched him walk into the classroom, and then hurried to the meeting room.
I really don't understand their leaders. They hold meetings every day, but I don't know what the point is. Every time they don't get to the point, it's all repetitive stuff.
But when she thought about going back to the classroom after the meeting, her mood improved.
It turns out that people have to find some hope in their lives.
Qin Moran came to the classroom.
Chen Yu had already arrived at the classroom before him and helped him move a stool.
At this moment, Chen Yu saw Qin Moran, so he patted the extra stool next to him and motioned him to come over.
Qin Moran walked over and sat down, not forgetting to thank him: "Thank you for helping me move the stool."
Chen Yu waved his hands listlessly: "You're welcome."
Qin Moran noticed that he was not in a good state and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Chen Yu slumped in his chair, a gloomy face on his face. "Tell me, why do people have to go to school? Going to school is fine, but why do they have to go five days a week?"
Qin Moran was still young and couldn't answer such a profound question, so he could only comfort Chen Yu: "Kindergarten is very easy. Think about it, we don't have to go to evening self-study classes now, but when we grow up, we will need to go to evening self-study classes."
Obviously, such comfort had the opposite effect.
When Chen Yu thought about having to attend evening self-study classes in the future, he felt even more depressed.
His family is so rich, why can't he get rid of the school days?
It’s better to have no money.
Just as the two children were discussing going to school, a music teacher walked in.
Qin Moran quickly stopped talking and sat up straight.
Chen Yu didn't have such a profound awareness, and even felt a little sleepy.
A music class is over.
Their class teacher, Mr. Liang, came back from the meeting and prepared to give them an experimental class.
When they heard about the experiment, all the children opened their eyes wide with curiosity, even Shen Yu, who was drowsy just now, did not fall asleep.
Teacher Liang first took out two eggs and said, "Children, do you think these two eggs can be stacked on top of each other and placed on the table?"
The children answered in unison: "Yes!"
Teacher Liang smiled and said nothing, "Who wants to come up and try?"
Class monitor Zhao Hang was the first to raise his hand and said in a loud voice: "Teacher, it's me!"
Teacher Liang: "Okay, our class monitor comes up."
Zhao Hang was a boy full of energy, and he ran up quickly.
He took the eggs from the teacher and prepared to put them on the table one on top of the other.
Who knew that after trying for a long time, he still couldn't place the two eggs on top of each other, and one egg always slipped off the other egg.
Zhao Hang was so anxious that he almost broke out in a sweat.
Teacher Liang smiled and said, "Can you place the two eggs on top of each other?"
Zhao Hang shook his head: "No."
Teacher Liang called another child up.
Of course, the other kid also failed to place the eggs in an overlapping manner.
Now, all the children became curious.
Teacher Liang then explained, "The reason these two eggs can't be stacked is because their surfaces are too smooth. They lack something called friction. If we increase friction, they can be stacked."
To verify this, she took out a jar of salt, took some salt and sprinkled it on one of the eggs, and finally placed another egg on the salted spot.
Now, there is friction between the two eggs, and they are successfully placed overlapping each other.
All the children exclaimed in surprise.
Although they don't understand what friction is, this has increased their interest in learning.
Next, Teacher Liang showed everyone another small experiment.
This little experiment is to use a transparent glass to fill a glass of water and then put an egg in it.
At first, the egg naturally sank to the bottom.
Then, Teacher Liang kept adding salt to the cup and stirring...
Repeat this action until the egg slowly floats up from the bottom of the cup.
All the children became curious.
"Teacher, why can eggs float?"
"Teacher, is this a magic trick?"
Teacher Liang smiled and explained to everyone: "The reason why the egg floats is because when I added salt to the cup, the density of the water increased, so the egg slowly floated up."
Zhao Hang raised his hand and asked, "Teacher, can that person also float in salt water?"
Teacher Liang smiled and said, "Yes, there is a place called the Dead Sea. Because the water has enough salt, people can float on it and read."
Everyone was thoroughly intrigued by these experiments.
Qin Moran was also thinking about these experiments at first, but gradually, his eyes remained on the eggs.
Teacher Liang noticed this and asked, "Little Mo Ran, what's wrong?"
Qin Moran didn't expect to be asked this question suddenly, but he answered truthfully: "I was wondering if this egg is cooked or raw?"
Teacher Liang was a little confused: "Huh? What does this mean?"
Qin Moran pursed his lips a little embarrassedly: "If the eggs are cooked, can we eat them?"
He is a little hungry now.
Teacher Liang was instantly amused by his remarks: "I'm sorry, the egg I brought is raw, but I can tell the cafeteria to provide you with boiled eggs at noon."
Qin Moran became happy: "Thank you, Teacher Liang."
At noon, everyone had boiled eggs as they wished.
Chen Yu gave his to Qin Moran.
Qin Moran tilted his head to look at him: "Don't you want to eat it yourself?"
Shen Yu lay on the table: "The eggs are too choking."
Qin Moran: "But eggs are very nutritious. What if your hair becomes even yellower if you don't eat eggs?"
Hair was a major concern for Chen Yu. Upon hearing this, he sat up straight and took the egg back from Qin Moran: "Then I'll eat it myself."
His hair is naturally yellowish. If it becomes even yellower, wouldn't that be scary?
Qin Moran smiled and began to peel his eggs.
A school day passed quickly.
At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Moran was already sitting in the manor playing.
He sat on the steps at the entrance of the villa, picked up a small ball and threw it out, then let his little Pomeranian pick it up.
Throw it out again and pick it up again.
…
When the little dumpling was having fun, an uninvited guest arrived.
It’s Madam Qin from the old house.
Old Madam Qin was dressed in gorgeous clothes, had an elegant and noble temperament, and walked steadily with each step. It was obvious that she was of extraordinary status.
When Qin Moran saw the legendary grandmother, he stopped throwing the ball and looked at her without saying a word.
Old Madam Qin also noticed the little dumpling on the steps.
The weather was getting cold, so Qin Moran wore thicker clothes, which made him look rounder and more cute.
However, Old Madam Qin was prejudiced against Chen Ruolan, and also against the child she gave birth to. So after taking a look at Qin Moran, she walked into the house.
Qin Moran turned around and looked inside the house in confusion.
In the living room.
Chen Ruolan was still knitting a sweater for Qin Moran.
She has already knitted more than half of this sweater and expects it to be finished in a day or two.
At this moment, Madam Qin walked into the living room and said sarcastically, "As the mistress of the Qin family, you only do needlework every day. No wonder people look down on you."
Chen Ruolan didn't expect her mother-in-law to come. She put down the sweater in her hand and stood up to greet her: "Mom, why are you here?"
Madam Qin said with sarcasm: "Do you think I am willing to come?"
Chen Ruolan turned away and stopped talking.
At this moment, Madam Qin pulled two thick stacks of papers from her handbag and dropped them onto the coffee table in front of Chen Ruolan. "Here are two documents. One contains detailed information on various luxury goods and haute couture, and the other is a guide to responding to media calls. Memorize both of these documents carefully, and don't embarrass yourself all the time."
Chen Ruolan picked up the two documents.
Holding a thick stack in his hand.
These were things she didn't like and wasn't good at, but because she was the mistress of the Qin family, these things bound her like shackles.
Old Madam Qin didn't plan to stay long. After scolding Chen Ruolan a few more times, she walked out of the house.
At this moment, outside the house.
Qin Moran was sitting on the steps, touching his shadow on the ground.
The sunlight shone obliquely, and a strand of hair on his head cast a shadow on the ground.
Because the wind was blowing, the shadow moved everywhere.
Qin Moran stretched out his small index finger and kept chasing and touching the shadow of the broken hair on the ground.
This scene looks quite childlike.
When Old Madam Qin went out, she happened to see this scene.
She didn't have much affection for her little grandson, but she couldn't get rid of the fact that blood is thicker than water.
Now, seeing her grandson's adorable behavior, she couldn't help but ask, "Momo, I heard you've been to kindergarten recently?"
Qin Moran raised his head when he heard the voice.
He didn't say anything.
Because he doesn't want to talk to people he doesn't like.
Madam Qin waited for a while, but when she received no answer, her meager patience faded. She turned to Chen Ruolan, who had followed her, and said, "Is this the child you raised? Doesn't he even know basic manners?"
Chen Ruolan didn't have time to say anything.
Qin Moran stood up from the stairs and said angrily, "Don't talk about my mother all the time!!"
The usually well-behaved soft ball now has a temper, with little flames in his big eyes.
The scene was quiet for a moment.
Old Madam Qin had never expected that this grandson, who looked as soft and sticky as a dumpling, would actually refute her, and she was stunned for a moment.
Chen Ruolan looked at Qin Moran with a look of surprise on her face.
It turns out that her Mo Bao also has such an imposing side.
After a while, Old Madam Qin came back to her senses.
She naturally couldn't say anything to a four-year-old like Qin Moran, so she turned to look at Chen Ruolan; "Don't you have anything to say?"
What can Chen Ruolan say?
She usually chooses to be patient because she has too many concerns, but that is only for herself.
Was she going to criticize the man who had bravely stood up to protect her young son? Absolutely not.
She wasn't that confused yet.
Madam Qin waited for a long time without any response, then said with a forced smile, "Okay, very good."
Having said that, he walked away.
As soon as everyone left, Chen Ruolan squatted down with a tired look.
At this time, Qin Moran walked up to her, hugged her with his small arms, and said, "Mom, Mobao will protect you."
Chen Ruolan's voice was choked with sobs: "Thank you, Mo Bao."
As she spoke, she hugged her little son, whom she treasured like a treasure, as if she was hugging her everything.
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