Wake up suddenly, back to the time when my wife and daughter had an accident

Chapter 165

Momo attends kindergarten in the small nursery class of the machinery factory. She finishes school early in the afternoon, so Meng Haisheng will ride his bicycle to pick her up early.

In order to make it easier for Momo to sit, he specially bought a small iron seat that can be placed on the bicycle beam.

The small iron chairs are all welded with iron rods. Meng Haisheng put a small plush blanket on it, so that it can be more comfortable to sit.

When the small nursery class is over, a circle of parents gather outside.

Meng Haisheng stretched his neck and looked inside. Seeing Momo coming out, he waved to Momo happily.

"Momo's father, do you have time? I want to tell you about Momo's performance in the small nursery class."

"If you have time, Teacher Zhang, is Momo naughty in the small nursery class?"

Meng Haisheng was inexplicably nervous when facing Momo's teacher, who was younger than him.

"No, Momo is very well-behaved, but she is too well-behaved. I want to ask if Momo doesn't like to talk much at home?"

"No, Momo usually plays well with her brothers and sisters at home. She used to play with other children in the village. When she is at home, she is a little chatterbox."

In Meng Haisheng's impression, except when he just came back, Momo was a little introverted, and Momo was very lively and cute at other times.

"So that's the case. It's possible that Momo has just come to the nursery class and is still a little uncomfortable. It will be fine after some time to get familiar with other children in the nursery class."

Meng Haisheng heard that Teacher Zhang didn't say anything else except this matter, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was so nervous just now.

After carrying Momo to the bicycle seat and putting a larger cotton coat on her, Meng Haisheng rode his bicycle home.

"Momo, the teacher just said that you don't like playing with the kids in the nursery class. Can you tell Dad why?"

Momo, wearing a hat and a scarf, almost huddled in her coat, responded sullenly.

"They cry a lot, and their runny noses almost rubbed against me. It's so disgusting. I don't want to play with slugs."

"Who do you like to play with then?"

"No one. Dad, I don't want to go to the nursery class anymore. The teacher only sings a few nursery rhymes and lets us play games every day. It's so boring."

Meng Haisheng, who was riding a bicycle, was simply powerless to complain.

Momo actually disliked her teacher.

"You are still a child now, so you should go to the nursery class. How about I send you to kindergarten next year at this time?"

Meng Haisheng was making his last struggle. Momo, who was only three years old, went to kindergarten to play with 6- and 7-year-old kids. Meng Haisheng was a little afraid that she wouldn't fit in.

"Okay."

Momo was obviously a little depressed.

Meng Haisheng couldn't help but rub the top of Momo's head with his chin.

"How about we go to the nursery class for another month. If you still feel bored by then, Dad will find a way to transfer you to kindergarten."

In fact, there are children of the same age as Momo, or a little older than Momo in the nursery class.

Meng Haisheng hopes that Momo will get in touch with them more and try to stay in the nursery class for another year.

"Yeah."

Momo responded, her voice full of unhappiness.

"How about we go eat brown sugar steamed cake later, sold by the old lady at the entrance of our community."

"Okay, we'll buy it secretly. I ate three last time. I didn't eat much for dinner, so my mother said I couldn't eat it anymore."

"Then buy one this time to satisfy your craving. Otherwise, if you don't eat much at night, your mother will scold you again."

"Okay, then eat one. I want to dip it in a lot of brown sugar."

Meng Haisheng attracted Momo's attention with a single bite.

The so-called brown sugar steamed cake is actually a small bowl of steamed cake made of rice.

If it is not dipped in brown sugar, it tastes good.

The white steamed cake has a strong rice aroma. A man like Meng Haisheng can't fill his stomach even if he eats ten or twenty at a time, because the size is too small, a little smaller than Momo's chubby fist.

When Meng Haisheng brought Momo over, several little girls surrounded the old lady to buy steamed cakes.

Five cents each, and six cents with brown sugar.

Meng Haisheng bought one for Momo, a small brown sugar steamed cake on a piece of glutinous rice paper.

Momo took the steamed cake and stood in front of the stall to eat it slowly.

She was afraid that if she ate too fast, the small steamed cake would disappear in a while.

Meng Haisheng stood beside Momo, not urging her, waiting for her to finish eating slowly.

"Dad, look at my mouth for any brown sugar marks."

"No, you're so smart, you know to wipe your mouth after eating secretly."

Meng Haisheng carried Momo on his bicycle and took her home.

Time passed quickly, and after three days of being full, the number of people attending the cram school finally fell back.

Finally, the total income of the cram school in one day was guaranteed.Around 1,000.

Meng Haisheng was also very satisfied with this number.

Although the money was a little less, at least the teachers didn't have to work non-stop.

A few days ago, some teachers had to teach 7 classes a day. After so many classes, the teachers' throats were almost ruined.

Especially the two English teachers. In the past, one teacher taught two classes, but now it has suddenly increased to 6 or 7, and all of them are large classes with 40 people.

Both of them almost took throat lozenges to stick to it.

The teachers were so tired that Meng Haisheng didn't wait for the salary to be paid. He first gave everyone a big red envelope to let everyone stick to it.

Meng Haisheng quickly invited a few more teachers to come to the cram school, so that other teachers could take a break.

One day Meng Haisheng went to pick up Momo again. He just stood there for a while and saw Momo running out of the kindergarten with red eyes.

Meng Haisheng was shocked. Why did Momo run out by herself?

"Momo, what's wrong?"

Meng Haisheng hurried forward and helped Momo wipe the tears from her eyes.

Seeing Momo twitching with grievance, his heart was also entangled.

"Dad, Guo Chengcai bit me, and he still hasn't apologized to me."

Momo showed her little hand to Meng Haisheng.

There were two rows of bloody teeth marks below the base of Momo's hand.

It was estimated that the bite was fatal, and several teeth marks had been bitten to bleed, and the rest were dark red.

When Meng Haisheng saw the teeth marks, he felt a bang in his mind.

Some memories that he had sealed away in his previous life came to his mind.

When he dug Momo out of the soil, her arm hit the stone, and a large area of ​​bruises appeared, and some places were even broken.

The scar was deeply engraved in Meng Haisheng's mind, and now this scar vaguely overlaps with the scar on Momo's little hand.

The anger in my heart surged to my head.

"Let's go, Dad will seek justice for you."

Meng Haisheng picked up Momo and walked into the nursery class.