Bamboo Horse Restart Plan

On the last day of the Golden Week, Luo Dongdong's little foreign teacher William arrived. He was a teenager with golden hair and blue eyes. He successfully captured Luo Dongdong's fans. Yan Xiping felt a little sour. Dongdong's gaze used to be I only follow myself, and now I am abducted by William. I am very upset and feel very depressed.

But after an afternoon, the depressed one turned into William. This afternoon, he taught Luo Dongdong a word---family. Luo Dongdong was really serious about learning, but when he pronounced it from his mouth, it became dumping. If you talk too much, you will bite your tongue.

William is also straight-tempered, not even being able to teach a single word is a challenge to his self-confidence, so he spent the whole afternoon practicing pronunciation with Luo Dongdong in the small study.

Yan Xiping called a timeout after listening all afternoon, and he said to Luo Dongdong, "Dongdong, let's stop learning English, okay?"

Luo Dongdong asked suspiciously: "Why, why?"

"That..." Yan Xiping looked at Li Lei begging for help, "That, come here as a teacher."

Li Lei rubbed his nose. Who would have thought that the learning genius in his eyes turned out to be a foreign language sinkhole. He couldn't do anything to beat his favorite student, so he packed up his lesson plans and said, "It's time, I should go home. Let's talk, goodbye."

"Huh?" Yan Xiping looked at the back of Li Lei leaving in a hurry and waved Erkang's hand. He didn't want to be the one who hit Dongdong either.

Luo Dongdong looked at Yan Xiping innocently while blinking his eyes. His Chinese was not very good, and William, who only had a half-knowledge of their conversation, also looked at Yan Xiping in the same pose to ask for an explanation.

Yan Xiping looked at the two pairs of flickering eyes asking for popular science, suppressed the thought that came up at that moment, rubbed Luo Dongdong's hair and said, "My brother said that you don't have to be so anxious to learn English, you can learn English when you grow up. .”

"Why, why, grandpa said, it's easier to learn when you are young." Luo Dongdong still remembered what old man Yan said, and he thought very simply, since it was easier to learn when he was young, he learned it when he was young.

Yan Xiping didn't know how to explain this to him, so he could only put it another way: "Well, you can actually learn it when you grow up."

Luo Dongdong was silent for a while and said, "Go to France, meet Dad, and learn foreign languages."

Yan Xiping didn't expect Luo Dongdong to think so far, he thought for a while and decided to tell the truth: "Dongdong, little uncle and the others are in France, the French speak French but not English."

"French, English." Luo Dongdong had never been exposed to so many languages, so he asked in a daze for a while: "Learning, learning English, can't I see my father?"

"It's not impossible. Some French people can speak English, but after all, it's not their official language, so the penetration rate won't be too widespread." Yan Xiping frowned and thought for a while, "Actually, some of them can also speak Chinese."

Luo Dongdong was a little puzzled, and after careful consideration for a long time, he decided to start with English: "Then, let's learn, learn English."

"Alright, you guys learn slowly, I'll get you some fruit." Yan Xiping glanced at William sympathetically and got up to leave. He felt that the scene was a bit tragic and he didn't really want to continue watching.

Seeing that only himself and Dongdong were left, William regained the feeling of being a teacher. He looked at Luo Dongdong seriously and said, "family."

Luo Dongdong repeated seriously: "dumpling."

"family!"

“dumpling？”

"family!"

“dumpling？”

Uncle Yan, who had just arrived home and went to the study room to take a look at Luo Dongdong's study results, was taken aback when he heard the conversation between the two. He didn't know the cause and effect, so he summed up his thoughts and asked, "Does Dongdong want to eat dumplings? Wait a minute." , my uncle is going to tell Aunt Li to make dumplings today, and whether the shrimp stuffing is good or not."

"Dumplings?" Luo Dongdong likes shrimp dumplings very much, and he nodded vigorously when he heard Uncle Yan said that he was very happy to eat dumplings at night.

William, who knew only a little Chinese, understood the general meaning that he would make dumplings today, and he was very happy. Then the two of them held hands as good friends and went downstairs to wait for dumplings.

Seeing two people coming out, Yan's mother asked, "How are you doing?"

Luo Dongdong thought for a while, and he was quite happy learning today, so he smiled and said, "Very good."

William didn't think much about it, subconsciously nodded along Luo Dongdong and said, "Very good."

Yan's mother said with satisfaction: "Our Dongdong is smart."

Yan Xiping, who came out with the fruit, smiled wryly in his heart: Isn't it because he studied well?At least the attitude is pretty good, isn't it?

Sure enough, they ate dumplings stuffed with shrimps at night. William thought that Luo Dongdong would definitely talk about dumplings after talking about them for a long time, so he picked one up and said to Luo Dongdong, "Dongdong, dumpling."

Luo Dongdong knew that William was asking himself to learn words, so he put down his chopsticks and repeated seriously: "family!"

Uncle Yan choked on a mouthful of dumplings and patted his chest hard. He finally realized what happened to what he heard in the study just now, how could this child be so cute.

Frustrated, William just ordered dumplings and asked Uncle Yan: "I am not suitable to be a teacher."

Did Uncle Yan understand? "What did you say?"

William repeated it again in English, and everyone understood that he doubted that he was not suitable to be a teacher and felt a little lost.

Luo Dongdong, the only one present who didn't understand English, secretly poked Yan Xiping: "Brother Xipi, what did he say?"

Yan Xiping felt that telling the truth might dampen Luo Dongdong's enthusiasm for studying, so he explained tactfully: "He means, well, he may need to prepare lessons well and teach you later."

"Oh." Luo Dongdong didn't doubt that he was there, and continued to eat dumplings happily.

William is not good at Chinese, but he just understood Yan Xiping's sentence. His Chinese teacher often said this sentence, so he rested his chin on the dining table and muttered: "Lesson preparation, I also want to prepare lessons."

Luo Dongdong nodded in agreement. He didn't think that William's teaching was not good, but that Li Lei would prepare lessons before every class, and in his mind, class preparation was required.

Seeing Luo Dongdong's appearance, William thought that he also felt that he was not good at teaching, and doubted himself even more. A beautiful misunderstanding was born like this. Luo Dongdong, who has learned eight languages ​​for many years but still can't learn English, felt that more than once. It was my own stupidity that made me unable to learn English. After all, William had already become an excellent foreign language teacher at that time.

After eating, William plunged into the guest room prepared for him and began to actively prepare lessons. He also brought the picture book that he was enlightened when he was a child, which happened to be used by Luo Dongdong. He carefully marked the picture book and sent it overseas. On the phone, I discussed some problems with Luo Dongdong's confusing pronunciation with my father, who looked like a teacher who worried about his students.

In the blink of an eye, it was the winter vacation, and Luo Dongdong successfully broke William's desire to be a teacher. At the airport, he bid farewell to William, who was frustrated and returned home, and picked up Mei Feiyu and Luo Xiao, who returned on the same day.

As soon as Mei Feiyu came out, he saw the little guy wearing a thick down jacket standing behind Yan Xiping, threw the backpack in Luo Xiao's arms and rushed to Luo Dongdong's side, picked him up and kissed him fiercely: "Daddy's sweetheart Son, you miss me so much, come and let Daddy give you a good kiss."

After parting for a summer vacation, Luo Dongdong had already forgotten Mei Feiyu's madness, and was suddenly hugged and kissed wildly, and was immediately shocked: "Fang, Fang, brother Xipi."

Yan Xiping amusedly rescued Luo Dongdong from Yan Xiping's arms: "Little uncle, let him down quickly, be careful not to scare him."

Luo Xiao was more active, didn't speak at all, and directly pulled Mei Feiyu to his side, silently separating the two of them.

Mei Feiyu was not happy anymore, Luo Xiao was taller than him, he blocked everyone tightly, and couldn't see his beloved son at all, Mei Feiyu thought about it and jumped onto Luo Xiao's back, grabbing him Looking over his shoulder at Luo Dongdong who was hiding behind Yan Xiping: "Son, do you miss Dad?"

Luo Dongdong said seriously: "I want to."

"How much do you think?"

"I really want to." After Luo Dongdong finished speaking, he added in his heart: Although it is a bit scary.

Mei Feiyu didn't care what Luo Dongdong was thinking, his son said that thinking about him had already made him happy for a year, and he held Luo Xiao in one hand and his son in the other and said proudly, "Let's go home."

Yan Xiping, who was left behind, followed helplessly, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Fortunately, my uncle can't have children, otherwise he would definitely have children like the football team and open a kindergarten by the way.

On the way home, Mei Feiyu pushed Yan Xiping to the co-pilot's seat, and pulled Luo Xiao and Luo Dongdong into the back seat. While sitting and kissing her husband, Mei Feiyu hugged her precious son, hugging left and right, and suddenly felt I am like a winner in life, 100% happy and will not change the throne.

As soon as they got home, they ran into Uncle Yan who had also come back. Uncle Yan looked contemptuous: "I said Mei Xiaopang, are you fat again?"

"Let you go. Mom... ummmmm." Before Mei Feiyu finished speaking, Luo Xiao blocked her and dragged her into the room.

Uncle Yan sneered from behind and wobbled in the door. Luo Xiao hated swearing the most, and with him around, he couldn't believe that fat man would be able to swear.

Mei Feiyu, who was dragged into the living room, sat on the sofa and sulked, but she was just overweight, which could be seen by that big fool, isn't he deeply short-sighted?Not half blind?How did you find out? Why hasn't anyone come to accept this bastard.

After Luo Xiao packed up his things, he gave Mei Fei a feather: "Return?"

"Humph."

Luo Xiao stopped talking, and kept touching Mei Feiyu's back. Mei Feiyu said dissatisfiedly when Luo Xiao couldn't coax him, "Yan Hai said I was fat, and you didn't help me."

"You're not fat." Luo Xiao's expression was serious, as if he was speaking the truth from the heart.

Mei Feiyu snuggled into Luo Xiao's arms and touched the position of Luo Xiao's heart. Luo Xiao held Mei Feiyu's hand and said in a low voice, "So urgent?"

Mei Feiyu pulled out her hand and said, "I'm trying to see if your conscience is still there, I don't even believe what you said."

There was a knock on the door: "Little uncle, Dongdong made delicious food for you."

Luo Xiao instantly felt that his arms were empty.

The author has something to say: The stalk of learning English is a real thing. Some people watched the whole process, and they really couldn’t laugh or cry. Fortunately, I learned it in the end.