Chapter 606: 606： Just write to death

Chapter 606 is just fine

Jian Chenglang's affectionate, moving words just fell.

Jian Xiyan's clear eyes lit up instantly, but he hadn't reacted yet.

Next to him, after finishing her compliment that her sister Lili is the best-looking in the world, she was about to start complimenting her as the best-looking Qu Qianqian in the universe. As if she had heard something, the tips of her ears moved slightly--

Then he stood up suddenly from the sofa.

"……excellent?"

As she said, Qu Qianqian widened her eyes and looked at Jian Chenglang, as if she was asking for confirmation, the little milk said anxiously:

"Uncle, you mean, Xiyan's composition will be excellent, right?"

Jian Chenglang was stunned, not knowing why she asked, but when she met her big clear eyes, she was unavoidable in her heart. For a while, she didn't answer immediately.

Just as Jian Xiyan wrote his father to death and life, and hoped that his father would die soon, without any positive composition, if he can pass, the teacher is blind.

Not to mention giving him a good one.

A truly excellent composition should be written, how hard my dad goes to work every day, how much he loves me, and I love him very much. I must be filial to him when I grow up.

The whole process like this is around the composition of "Father is kind and filial", "I love Dad the most", "Dad is too hard, I want to be considerate of him".

That is an excellent composition.

Rather than being like Jian Xiyan, the whole composition has a central point:

My enemy father.

Filial piety with father and son is totally irrelevant.

But being stared at by Jian Xiyan, Jian Chenglang still bit his head, put his hand on his lips, ignoring his conscience, and coughed lightly: "Of course."

Zhang Yiming heard it too, and seeing Jian Chenglang so sure, he immediately believed.

His eyes also brightened, he quickly got up from his seat and said to Jian Xiyan next to him: "Brother Xiyan, can you show me your composition? I want to see how you write, I Also want to be excellent!"

Little Lu Li, who was far away, had good ears. Moreover, Zhang Yiming's voice was already relatively loud. She also heard the shout. She rounded her black eyes, and the little milk said anxiously, "Excellent? Where is the excellence? I want it, and I want it too!"

Qu Qianqian hurriedly preached: "Sister Lili, excellent in the composition of the younger brother Xiyan! Uncle said, the composition of the younger brother Xiyan will definitely be excellent!"

"Really?" Xiao Lu Li said in surprise: "Then Xiyan brother, can you, can you teach us how to write? People also want to be excellent!"

Jian Xiyan nodded, without any reservation, directly wrote a few large characters on the writing board:

Simple, just write to death.

Jian Chenglang: "..."

Jian Yi: "..."

Lu Junhan: "..."

Qu Sinian: "..."

Zhang Dazhuang: "..."

In an instant, the audience was extremely quiet, as if there was no one alive.

In the next second, Qu Qianqian said in surprise: "Is it that simple? Can you be excellent in this way?"

In Qu Qianqian's view, it was really simple. After all, it was written to death, and my father was not really dead.

In contrast, getting "excellent" is more important.

After all, it is an aristocratic kindergarten, and teacher education is the most cutting-edge and best.

The teachers are also demanding.

The assignment is strictly corrected.

However, Qu Qianqian and Lu Li were spoiled by family members. Unlike other wealthy families, they began to force their children to study at the age of one or two.

As a result, Qu Qianqian and the others in the kindergarten, their level is much different from other children who have already learned to read words.

Other children's homework has been excellent several times, while Lu Li and others are almost all good.

Of course, it is also because they love to play.

The other children are in their seats after class is over, studying seriously and doing homework.

The four of them were doing well, and after class, they were as if they had just been released from prison. They were very happy and could not sit still in their positions.

Just gather around to eat sweets and chat.

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If it weren’t for their genetics, their brains were smart and flexible, and there were tutors in the family who hired tutors, otherwise, they might not even be able to get good.

Qu Sinian and the others did not want to put too much pressure on them so early. They believed in free education. At the same time, they felt that having a good one is also very good. As long as they are happy, it is better than anything.

They think so, but the little guy doesn't think so.

The best is the best.

Every time, seeing other children's excellent homework, Xiao Honghua, and Xiao Luli, they were envious.

They also want an excellence.

As long as one, they are satisfied.

So, I heard that as long as you write your father dead, you can get excellent, and it's not really dead anyway.

Qu Qianqian didn't think too much, so he found a new text and started writing.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yiming also took out a new composition. Fortunately, he was in a brotherly posture. Xiao Pang patted his dad on the shoulder, hehe said:

"Dad! Don't worry! I promise you will die miserably! Hahahaha, excellent! I'm here!"

Obviously, in Zhang Yiming's poor mind, the more miserable he directly killed his father, the better his composition would be.

Zhang Dazhuang: "..."

Xiao Lu Li was also very excited. She took out the text and felt very sad when she thought of writing her father to death.

Although she was not really dead, the little girl still couldn't bear to write her father to death.

Therefore, she raised her big, black, clear eyes, with a serious expression of comforting her father:

"Dad, you just die first, okay? Just die lightly! Wait and wait until someone has a good composition, and you can live back! So don't be afraid, they won't let you die Too long."

Lu Junhan: "..."

But Jian Xiyan glanced at Jian Yi and raised the writing board: How do you want to die? I can satisfy you.

Jian Yi: "..."

Seeing that Jian Yi didn't speak, Jian Xi didn't care about proverbs, and started writing down again.

Jian Yi: "..."

Three seconds later.

The four parents showed the same expressionless faces, and then all looked at the culprit Jian Chenglang.

Jian Chenglang was full of excitement: "...Well, I remember I still have something to do, let's go!"

Jian Chenglang turned around and just wanted to run, Qu Sinian next to him cruelly pressed back to the sofa.

Zhang Dazhuang got up, his face was grimly smiled, and he gritted his teeth:

"Hey! Brother Jane, what are you running! You gave us such a big gift, and we haven't thanked you well yet."

"..."

Jian Chenglang said haha: "This, this is not necessary..."

Qu Sinian stared at him blankly.

Jian Chenglang coughed lightly and bit his scalp, "If you have to thank me, it's not impossible hahahaha,"

As he spoke, he turned around and said with a serious face: "But it seems to be quite cold here. I will go out and add some clothes first. After adding the clothes, you will..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud "bang" and the door of the Lu's living room was closed.

Blocked out the cold wind blowing in.

Jian Chenglang: "..."

Lu Junhan casually played with the lighter in his hand. Seeing Jian Chenglang look over, his thin lips tucked, "You're welcome."

Jian Chenglang: "..."

【good night!

I'm afraid that some people will be arrogant, saying that it is not good for children to write their father to death, too bad, but in fact, children don't think too much, they think very simple.

They think that it’s just writing dead, but not really dead, so it doesn’t matter. My little nephew is like that. The composition also wrote about his parents, saying that their parents have passed away. It is very pitiful, because the children know this is making up stories. , So write as much as you like, but in reality, if my little nephew **** accidentally touches it, my little nephew is more worried than anyone else, and even cry.

It’s like some people cursing verbally, smiling and telling their friends, go to death!

This is obviously not really dead, just a joke! Don't be serious! If it is true, you will lose! 】

(End of this chapter)

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