On Friday afternoon, Su Qianfan, eldest daughter Qianya, third daughter, fourth daughter and Xiaoliu were all waiting for Xiaowu at the gate of the primary school.
Daya and Qianya were bored, so they rode their tricycles in circles in front of the school.
San Ya sat on the back seat of the tricycle, swinging her little feet.
With dried meat in the left hand and dried sweet potatoes in the right hand, he stuffed his cheeks full with one bite at a time.
Si Ya squatted by the big iron gate, occasionally complaining a few times.
"Why don't you come out yet?"
I rubbed my numb legs and continued squatting in a different position.
I thought to myself, it seems that Xiaowu doesn’t have enough homework, otherwise how would he have the time to cause trouble.
Parents have to be called in every now and then.
She and Xiaoliu were quite famous in the class. She could always hear people describe her like this, "Isn't she Xiaowu's fourth sister?"
It's so embarrassing.
If I hadn't beaten him since he was a child... No, I would definitely have given up on this brother whom I loved so much since he was a child.
"How about I go in and take a look?"
The last time Xiaowu was sued, it was Su Qianfan who came forward.
This time it was Su Qianshan's turn.
Looking at the two people who had not come out yet, Su Qianfan became a little anxious.
"Brother Qianfan, there's no need to go in. Brother Xiaowu should be coming out soon."
Xiaoliu bit his fingers nervously.
He promised Xiaowu not to tell anyone about his embarrassing story.
But it's so uncomfortable to keep a secret.
"Xiao Liu, what on earth did Xiao Wu do wrong? Why hasn't he come out yet?"
Thinking that he was a teenager of sixteen or seventeen, yet he was worrying about his child like an old father, Su Qianfan couldn't help but sigh.
"No...nothing."
While they were talking, Su Qianshan brought Xiaowu out.
Seeing that his brothers and sisters at home were waiting for him, Xiaowu felt even more guilty.
With his head lowered, he greeted everyone in a mosquito-like voice.
"Xiao Wu, what have you done again? You're so mysterious that even I don't know." Si Ya said angrily.
Xiaowu hesitated and didn't dare to say anything.
"Hurry up and tell me, or you'll have to deal with the four sets of papers this weekend on your own."
Si Ya acted like a little adult, which scared Xiao Wu.
On one side is the dark history, and on the other side are endless papers to write.
Xiaowu fell into deep thought.
"Brother Qianshan, tell me, what happened to Xiaowu?"
Su Qianshan looked at Xiao Wu with a hint of teasing in his eyes, "Let him speak for himself."
The more she hid it, the more curious Si Ya became.
"My brother bullied a girl and hung her hairpin on a tree. The teacher made him stand in the corner as punishment. Then he threw the teacher's textbook on the tree as well.
The teacher chased him, and he ran, and ended up...doing the splits and his crotch ripped."
His mouth was faster than his brain. Seeing the extreme struggle between the few people, Xiaoliu finally couldn't hold back and told them the truth.
He knew this because he was the one who sewed Xiaowu's pants.
"Stinky Xiaoliu, I don't want to sleep with you tonight, humph."
Xiaowu was so angry that he threw his schoolbag and got on the tricycle.
He turned his face away, not making eye contact with anyone.
Everyone was amused by Xiaowu's appearance.
"He's been spoiled, he's really lawless. Let's go back, it will be dark soon."
Su Qianfan was riding the bike in front, while Sanya, Siya, Xiaowu and Xiaoliu were sitting on the bikes.
Su Qianshan, Daya and Qianya followed behind.
Everyone was chatting about work and study, and we didn't feel tired walking back.
At Su's house~
Su's mother looked at Xiaowu's pants again and again.
I couldn't help but give her a thumbs up. "I have to say Xiaoliu's sewing skills are great. If I hadn't looked closely, I wouldn't have noticed the crotch was sewn."
Wen Li also came forward to check.
"Really? If I hadn't handled this thread properly at the beginning, I wouldn't have noticed it."
Cheng Fangyi touched Xiaoliu's head.
"A good father will have a good son. My sewing skills are pretty good, and Xiaoliu is even better than me."
Su Che took out several socks with holes in them and said, "Xiao Liu, you have the best relationship with your uncle, so it's not too much to ask you to help me sew these socks."
Su Qing hugged Xiaoliu and kissed him several times.
My God, how lucky she is to have given birth to such good children.
From Daya to Xiaoliu, each has their own personality, but they are all very good.
Maybe this is the mother filter.
Xiaowu has changed his pants.
But when I saw everyone staring at his torn crotch, I always felt a chill down there.
"Grandma, your Xiaowu is hungry. Let's stop looking at pants and eat." Xiaowu hugged Su's mother's arm and said coquettishly.
"Xiaowu, be obedient and don't climb trees next time. It's not because I feel bad for your pants, but because I'm afraid you'll fall and get hurt. Do you hear me?"
Su's mother pulled Xiaowu over and began to examine him.
I felt relieved only after I was sure that no one was missing any limbs.
Xiaoliu, the little expert in pitfalls, is online.
"Grandma, although my brother climbed a tree, his pants were not torn while he was climbing the tree. He tore them himself when he was chased and beaten by the teacher."
As soon as Xiaoliu said this, the laughter in the living room came to an abrupt end.
Even Su's mother put away her smile.
"Xiaowu, why did the teacher chase you and beat you? Did the teacher deliberately target you, or did you do something bad and make the teacher angry?"
Su Qing pulled Xiao Wu to his side.
Looking into his eyes, she asked sincerely.
"Mom, I'm sorry. I got into trouble again. I got a classmate's hairpin caught on a leaf, and then the teacher made me stand there as punishment. I... I... I put the teacher's textbook on the tree, and then... the teacher chased me, and I tore my pants myself."
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