"I asked you to play with your big brother, why are you in a daze?" Just as he was thinking about it, he got hit on the head. He didn't need to think about it to know that it must have been done by his mother who loved to use her mouth and was even more fond of using her hands.
"Auntie, he will become stupid if you hit his head." Wei Jing reached out and rubbed Yang Jiabo's smooth little head.
"It's okay, he's not smart to begin with." Li Guizhen smiled nonchalantly.
Yang Jiabo burst into tears, this is definitely not my biological mother.
"That will make him even stupider, and that's not good either." Wei Jing said seriously.
Wei Jing was defending Yang Jiabo, but Yang Jiabo was not happy at all. I'm extremely smart, okay? Yang Jiabo touched his bald head with his tender paws.
The two families got along quite happily, and the snobbish grandma was extremely enthusiastic about the Wei family.
Since then, the child Yang Jiabo had gained a good friend. If we count the straight-line distance (climbing over the wall, drilling through a dog hole, or taking the back door), the distance between the Wei family and the Yang family was not that far.
Yang Jiabo was someone who always showed his true self. A little devil who could fly unrestrainedly. Everyday he passed over mountains ridges to visit the Wei brothers, and soon established a revolutionary friendship with the Wei brothers. Wei Jing's younger brother Wei Feng had become Yang Jiabo's little follower. Yang Jiabo was good at disguise himself and behaved well in front of the Wei parents. The Wei parents felt reassured that their two children played with Yang Jiabo.
[翻山越岭 fān shān yuè lǐng: lit. to pass over mountains ridges (idiom); fig. hardships of the journey]
In the blink of an eye, school started. Yang Jiabo and Wei Feng both entered preschool and became classmates. And nine-year-old Wei Jing was already a second grade.
"Jiajia, get up quickly. It's your first day of school today, so don't be late." Li Guizhen's loud voice as always woke the whole family up from their sleep.
Yang Jiabo opened his eyes with difficulty. Life is so difficult. Why do I still go to school? I really want to die. Before he could figure out how to die, he was picked up by a pair of big, calloused hands. Yang Jianjun put some clothes on him and took him to wash his face.
After the father and son were ready, Yang Jianjun put his soft son on the top tube of his bicycle and hurried to school. The time was just right, neither too early nor too late. After seeing Yang Jiabo walking into the classroom in a daze, Yang Jianjun was about to leave when he saw Yang Jiabo rushing out in a hurry.
Yang Jiabo was worried that his father would leave and no one would help him bring his schoolbag, so he shouted: "Dad, schoolbag, I forgot to bring my schoolbag."
"Hahaha, this kid is so funny. He doesn't bring his schoolbag to school."
"The little guy is quite cute, but he's a bit stupid."
After Yang Jiabo finished shouting, he realized that he had done something stupid. He immediately covered his face with his hands, wishing he could dig a hole and bury himself. Ah, life is indeed difficult, so I might as well die.
"Jiajia, you go to class first. Dad will go back and get your schoolbag." After Yang Jianjun comforted his son, he was about to ride his bicycle back.
At this time, grandpa came and shouted from afar: "You father and son are two idiots. You don't bring your schoolbags to school."
With this commotion, more and more people were watching, and the Yang family's father and son's faces were as red as monkey's butts. Yang Jiabo rushed over, took his schoolbag and ran to the classroom.
This is really dark history, dark history.
Wei Feng and Yang Jiabo were assigned to the same class. When he saw Yang Jiabo entering the next class, he shouted anxiously: "Jiajia, Jiajia, you have entered the wrong classroom."
Yang Jiabo became famous on the first day of school. Anyone mentioned him as the kid who forgot to bring his schoolbag to school, or the kid who entered the wrong classroom.
Yang Jiabo slumped on the desk with a look of despair. Life is so difficult, I really want to die.
Wei Feng frowned and looked at Yang Jiabo worriedly. His brother said Jiajia was very smart. Was he beaten stupid by his mother? He must take good care of Jiajia, he was so pitiful.
There was not much content taught in preschool. The first day was for the children to get to know each other.
On the second day of school, Yang Jiabo didn't forget to bring his schoolbag and didn't enter the wrong classroom. The clothes were neat, the shoes and socks were not wrong, everything was perfect. But when the class started, Yang Jiabo wanted to die again.
On the first day, the children were already familiar with each other. So on the second day, the teacher began to teach the children how to write their own names. The children were asked to write their own names ten times until they remembered them.
The other children's names were quite simple, but Yang Jiabo looked at his own name and felt like crying without tears. Perhaps he could suggest his parents to change his name to Yang Yi. It would be so simple and trouble free.
[杨嘉博 Yáng jiābó, 杨一 Yáng yī]
Yang Jiabo was reborn. Of course he could read and write his own name. Unfortunately, this small body was a huge letdown and writing characters needed a lot of effort.
Life is so difficult, and I probably won't be able to change my desire to die in this life.
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