The difference between cloud and mud

Since Song Yiyi's death, Jiang Tong's contact with the Fang family's father and daughter was limited to exchanging greetings and making money during festivals.At the beginning, Beibei treated him as an older brother and acted like a baby from time to time.Two years later, when I heard from Fang Dayong about the quarrel between the two, I was so ashamed that I couldn't hide from him.When Jiang Tong returned to China, it was inevitable that a single man would struggle with his son alone.Beibei, who is already a mother, really can't help but come and go, and the two gradually get acquainted again.

Jiang Tong was given a good lesson by Beibei on the road, and while his sister was complaining, he managed to piece together the cause of the accident: Jiang Tong's son—Jiang Zhen—scientific name—fighted with a few children and broke the leader's head.Fortunately, the kid was not very strong, the gash was only shallow, but a lot of blood flowed out, which made the scene not suitable for children.With the help of Beibei, Jiang Tong is transferred to a highly competitive international kindergarten.Parents who can afford tens of thousands of tuition fees every month want to hold their children in their hands and take care of them. Where has such a mistake happened?

Beibei answered the phone and rushed to the kindergarten. The other mother hugged her baby son with red eyes.On the spot, Beibei was dragged to the police station. My daughter originally called the teacher to watch the excitement, but seeing her mother being torn apart, she was so frightened that she burst into tears.

Westin is in the east of the city, and the kindergarten is in the west of the city.When Jiang Tong arrived at the kindergarten, the parents who picked up their children at the door had all dispersed.No one is left in the nursery school at night, and only one small window is lit in the dark teaching building.Beibei, the kindergarten teacher and the parent of the other party took each side of the hut, their faces sinking like water, as if they were going through three sessions.On the contrary, several young children "involved in the case" had cried and cried and called before, but now they huddled behind the adults and probed their brains, like a newborn hairless baby quail, both excited and timid.

The culprit of today's farce is not included among the people who eat melons.Jiang Tong's unlucky son moved a small bench and sat next to Beibei, hugging the bald rabbit who never left him.

Before Jiang Tong came, several adults had already dealt with each other for a round. Although the scene was heated on the surface, their hearts were broken, and they just waited for the protagonist to appear.

"Jiang Zhen's parents, right?" The other parent pushed his son all the way under his nose: "Your son is really capable! He almost gave our army a scoop! Jishuitan Hospital received three stitches!"

The little boy has a thick head and a thick head, half of his head is wrapped in gauze. He was originally huddled in his mother's arms to watch a play, but suddenly he became the focus of his sight and couldn't react in time. Why did he stare blankly.His mother saw his ignorant look in her eyes, and choked up as she spoke: "What should I do if such a small child is knocked out and affects his intelligence anyway!"

As soon as Jiang Tong entered the door, he caught up with the big scene, and his reaction was not much different from that of the little boy.He subconsciously looked at Beibei. Beibei had been blamed for a round. At this time, she gloated at her misfortune and rolled her very round eyes at him.

Jiang Tong turned to look for the culprit again.Jiang Zhen looked at the nose and the heart, and lowered her head to focus on the cracks in the bricks, leaving him with a small head full of chestnut curly hair.

"I'm really sorry." Jiang Tong gritted his teeth and smiled along his face: "Jiang Zhen just returned to China, her Chinese is not good, maybe there is some misunderstanding..."

"Misunderstanding!" The parent was furious, his willow eyebrows stood on end, and his long golden brown hair exploded like a golden lion king: "I knew my son was beaten by your son, and his face was bleeding and he needed four stitches!"

The opponent's momentum was like a rainbow, Jiang Tong was wronged, he smiled weakly and said: "We will pay the medical expenses and nutrition expenses in full, and I apologize to you on Jiang Zhen's behalf."

The parent said slowly: "I don't need you to apologize to me. Your son can just apologize to my son."

"From the moment I entered the door to the present, I asked him to apologize, and the teacher asked him to apologize, but Jiang Zhen didn't make a sound. It's okay, he doesn't think he was wrong, I want him to apologize to Junjun in front of the whole class. Apologize, otherwise I will sue all the way up. Three-year-olds look older than seven-year-olds, I don’t worry about this kind of person going to kindergarten with Junjun.”

There was silence in the office.

Jiang Tong glanced at the kindergarten teacher sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight, his heart sank, and he still smiled: "Jiang Zhen is wrong, I will ask him to apologize to you. The children are fighting, don't take it to your heart."

He sternly scolded Jiang Zhen in a low voice: "Come here quickly. Say sorry to the kid."

Jiang Zhen didn't move.

The parents sneered.

Jiang Tong also lost her temper: "Jiang Zhen, come here and apologize."

The little boy finally raised his head, the cute and delicate face of a typical mixed-race child, the brown pupils seem translucent under the incandescent light: "I'm not wrong." (I'm not wrong)

"Speak Chinese." Jiang Tong stared at him commandingly.

Jiang Zhen stared back unceremoniously: "He stole Bonnie first and refused to return it to me."

"He also scolded me."

His limited Chinese vocabulary is not enough to describe the details, but Jiang Tong read the deeply hidden grievances and pain from his frank looking up eyes.

His heart skipped a beat.

The parent of the other party continued to be aggressive: "Children don't know what stealing is! Just kidding with you, it's reasonable to do it!"

Jiang Tong decided not to endure it any longer.

"We didn't care." He ignored the out-of-control mother, squatted down and looked at her son: "Junjun, did you take Jiang Zhen's rabbit?"

The boy dodged his eyes and said in a low voice, "I, I was just joking. A plush toy, who knew he cared so much..."

"They're so big, they still play with plush rabbits, they don't look like men at all..." He muttered softly, but he also felt guilty, and his voice became lower and lower.

Jiang Tong waved to Jiang Zhen: "Dennis, come here and apologize to Junjun. After you finish saying sorry to Junjun, Junjun will also apologize to you."

The parent of the other party was startled, and then furious: "Who wants to apologize to him!"

"This doll is very important to Jiang Zhen." Jiang Tong just stared at the boy and said slowly: "I know you didn't do it on purpose—Jiang Zhen didn't do it on purpose either."

Amidst the mother's angry complaints, the boy seemed to understand, and nodded slowly.