Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Royal Blue Private Bilingual International Kindergarten is the first Sino-foreign joint venture kindergarten in Jiangjing.

It adopts a unique teaching method that combines Eastern and Western teaching methods, combining the elegance and humility of the East with the creative passion of the West.

Studying here for one year is enough to bankrupt a middle-class family.

Even so, there are still countless parents trying their best to send their children there.

Just to hook up with the top powerful class in Jiangjing.

Chi Qinghe was catching up on his sleep in the car. He had been working non-stop these past few days, flying everywhere, and he hadn't adjusted to the jet lag yet. He felt extremely tired.

But when I thought about taking two cute little ones home, the fatigue in my bones immediately disappeared.

He raised the corners of his lips and tapped his fingertips on the dial.

When the third knock came, the school bell rang.

As the only student in the class who skipped two grades, 4011 was very eye-catching.

And unlike other children, he has two schoolbags and a small tail behind him that is bigger than himself.

Sewdeen tugged at 4011's shirt and followed closely.

He was chattering all the way, with endless things to say and endless questions to ask.

After a period of adjustment, 4011 can now answer all kinds of strange questions from the little fool without changing his expression.

"Ruoruo, Xiaocao's hair has grown a lot longer."

"It's time to spray the pesticide."

"Will spraying it make it grow longer? Can I spray it on Mommy's head? She's been so mad these past few days because Tony cut her hair too short, although I don't think it made any difference."

"If you want to die, you can try."

"Can't? Why?"

"Grass is grass, and people are people. They are different."

"Grass grows, and so do people. Why are they different?"

"When your head is as green as grass, ask me this question again."

"I can't understand. What does that mean?"

Sewdeen scratched his hair in confusion. His limited Chinese memory prevented him from understanding the deeper meaning of 4011.

"I wish you prosperity." 4011 said with a forced smile.

"Really?!" Sewdeen believed 4011 %, and thought it was easy to fool. "Then I wish you a long and happy life, Ruoruo!"

4011, who had inexplicably gotten himself into trouble, said: "..."

"I told you, don't call me Ruoruo. I'm not your sister."

"But Ruoruo sounds nice, Ruobo... Chi Ruobo... it's so hard to pronounce."

4011 rolled his eyes quickly and silently quickened his pace.

Sewdeen was afraid of losing him, so he took quick steps to catch up.

"elder brother!"

Seeing Chi Qinghe coming to pick them up, Sewdeen was so happy that he rushed to the school gate regardless of the teacher's obstruction.

He likes it most when his brother Qinghe comes to pick him up. His brother is very handsome and stands out among the other parents. He always gets the amazed and admiring glances of other children.

And when he returned home the next day, he would be surrounded by many children, all asking who his brother was.

uh-huh!

Chi Qinghe spread his arms, bent down, and caught Sewdeen.

"Did you have fun today?"

"happy!"

Sewdeen buried herself happily in Chi Qinghe's arms, pouting and giving Chi Qinghe a big kiss on the cheek.

"I'm even happier to see my brother!"

At this time, the teacher came trotting over with 4011 in his arms and politely stopped two steps away from Chi Qinghe.

Even though she knew that the man in front of her was already married, she still couldn't help but yearn for such an outstanding person.

She pursed her lips, half-closed her eyes, and tucked the messy long hair on her forehead behind her ears.

"Mr. Chi, long time no see. The last time I came to pick up Ruobo and the others was a month ago."

Chi Qinghe smiled, "I've been quite busy lately. Do the other kids in the class get along well with Ruobo Sewdeen?"

At this point, the teacher seemed to be hesitant to speak and gave a subtle reminder.

"We have no problem getting along, but...Mr. Chi, I think you need to strengthen the gender guidance for Sewdeen. He seems a little...unable to distinguish between men and women."

"?"

"The situation is like this. Kindergarten occasionally has a few interactive classes with mixed classes. Whenever Sewdeen meets a child he doesn't know, regardless of gender, he calls them "little brother." Only when we specifically emphasize to him that the child is a girl will he change his behavior."

When the teacher was speaking, 4011's expression didn't change much, but Chi Qinghe could still see the teasing in those black eyes.

Chi Qinghe had a general understanding of the situation, took over 4011, held one child in each hand, and chatted with the teacher for a few more words about the two children's recent situation before leaving.

We got in the car, put them in child seats, and drove to Zuiminglou for dinner.

On the way, Chi Qinghe directly brought out the culprit.

"Chi Ruobo, stop treating Sewdeen like a toy."

Before 4011 could speak, Sewdeen raised his hand to answer.

"Brother, I'm willing to be Ruoruo's toy. Don't scold him. I like him to play with me!"

After a long while, Chi Qinghe finally suppressed his laughter and said, "So, Sewdeen, you did it on purpose at school?"

"Yes and no. I'm afraid they'll be good-looking boys like Ruoruo, so calling them brothers is safer."

"Handsome boy..." Chi Qinghe's eyes moved slightly.

There are teaching materials.

It was inconvenient to drive, so Chi Qinghe waited until they arrived at the private room of Zuiminglou before he took out a photo of a porcelain doll wearing a pink princess dress from the album.

The porcelain doll has snow-white skin and rosy lips. She wears a cake princess dress, which makes her look delicate, soft and beautiful.

He also had a beautiful princess hairstyle, with slightly longer hair hanging down on his shoulders. His pair of dark brown eyes were sparkling with crystal clear tears. Looking through the camera, he looked like he had suffered a great injustice.

"Sewdeen, tell your brother, if you see him, will you call him brother? Or sister?"

Sewdeen's eyelashes fluttered as she grabbed her phone, zooming in and out, her love visible to the naked eye.

"So pretty! She must be my sister!"

Chi Qinghe seemed to be thinking about something, and showed Sewdeen a photo of Gong Huasui as a child wearing a brown vest.

But compared to the previous one, this one only shows half of the face and the hair is cut short.

"what about this?"

Sewdeen answered immediately, his tone very sure.

"younger sister!"

Chi Qinghe roughly understood Sewdeen's logic.

He calls the ones he likes who are good-looking "sisters".

Other than that, I call everyone younger brother.

A complete obsession with looks.

This is not a big problem, Chi Qinghe picked up a meatball and put it into 4011's bowl, and said in a low voice.

"Teach him a lesson before Shen Xi finds out."

4011 Pick up the meatball, bite it, and the fresh and salty juice explodes in your mouth.

good to eat!

4011 was completely captivated by the delicious food and made an OK gesture to Chi Qinghe.

"It's covered."

There is no one at home tonight, either they are on a business trip or traveling, just Chi Qinghe and the two little ones.

Chi Qinghe spent almost two hours washing the two little kids until they were fragrant.

When he came out of the shower, there was a small silkworm pupa on the bed, and a small mushroom with its head down, looking around for something to stuff into the pupa's mouth.

Sewdeen was tangled in the quilt, unable to move, and looked to Chi Qinghe for help with pitiful eyes.

Chi Qinghe buttoned the last button of his pajamas, raised his knees and pressed them onto the bed, grabbing a corner of the quilt and exerting a little force.

Sewdeen grumbled and rolled to the head of the bed.

He had just escaped from the trap in the previous second, and in the next second he turned into a little spring, happily jumping around on the bed, very energetic.

"Host, now you know why I wrapped him up."

Chi Qinghe smiled and rubbed 4011's little head. "Children are noisy. You can do the same. Do as you please."

4011's earlobes turned red, but she still managed to remain calm. She turned around and said, "I'm not a brat!"

Unfortunately, I encountered someone who was trying to sabotage me.

Sewdeen leaned closer, curiosity written all over his face. "Ruoruo, your face is so red."

4011:"……"

Seeing that he didn't respond, Sewdeen reached out to touch his forehead.

In the limited knowledge, it is difficult to associate blushing and being silent with fever and illness.

"Brother, Ruoruo is sick and it's hot." Sewdeen didn't have an accurate sense of temperature and pulled Chi Qinghe's clothes.

Chi Qinghe picked up 4011 and held him in his arms, forehead against forehead, to check his temperature.

4011's face turned even redder.

Sewdeen yelled, "Brother, she's really sick! Ruoruo is as red as a crab!"

It would have been fine if he hadn't shouted. Once he did, 4011 became even more furious. He grabbed Chi Qinghe's pajamas and buried his head in Chi Qinghe's arms, curling himself up into a ball like an unborn baby in an egg.

Chi Qinghe was touched by this adorable reaction. He made a shushing gesture to Sewdeen and said, "Ruoruo wants to sleep. Let's keep it down."

Sewdeen immediately covered his mouth, blinked twice with confused eyes, and slowly approached Chi Qinghe, imitating 4011's behavior and snuggling in Chi Qinghe's arms.

Chi Qinghe held one of them in each arm and sang a gentle lullaby softly.

After the child calmed down, he could always fall asleep quickly. After a while, his eyelids began to droop. After struggling for thirty seconds, he slowly closed his eyes.

He rubbed his head back and forth until he found a comfortable position, then stopped.

The soft spot in his heart was touched repeatedly, and Chi Qinghe raised the corners of his lips unconsciously.

The warm yellow light fell on the three of them, warm and tender, as if every breath of air carried a soothing sense of security.

When Gong Huasui returned, the three people in the room had already gone to bed, leaving only a dim bedside lamp on, silently telling him—

Qinghe was waiting for him.

Gong Huasui's depressed mood suddenly improved a lot.

He went to the cemetery again today.

When the body was sent back to China, he saw his biological mother again.

The long-forgotten memories once again pierced his mind, and at that moment, he had to admit the power of genes.

He is a replica of Gong Boqi.

He didn't want his mother to be cremated.

I just raised her like this and could often see her, as if she had never left.

In the end, it was Gong Shimu who had to take forceful action and successfully sent the person into the crematorium.

He placed his mother's ashes in the cemetery with his own hands.

The piece on the left is his biological mother.

The one on the right is his biological father.

That night, he did not go home. Instead, he sat between two cold cemeteries in a daze, completely unaware of what he was doing.

The memories may fade away, but the pain will not.

He may have cried, or maybe not, but Qinghe was really scared.

For a long time, Qinghe didn't allow him to leave his sight and wanted to put him in his pocket.

The hesitation and fear in his eyes seemed to turn into countless sharp swords, piercing his heart. He didn't dare tell Qinghe that he went to the cemetery every once in a while. He disguised it as a business trip and used Qi Jingnan as a shield.

He tiptoed to the bedside, ready to kiss Qinghe before going to sleep in the guest room.

But Qinghe was too sensitive and woke up as soon as he knelt down.

"came back?"

"Ah."

There was still sleepiness in Chi Qinghe's eyes. In order not to disturb the two children in his arms, every movement was made with caution.