Chapter 10:

Chapter 10:

grudge book

Si Tian, ​​who was pushed by the child, was puzzled.

Did Ji Zhile take the wrong medicine? Why did she provoke him? If she didn't see him crying again, Si Tian would have to catch him.

As soon as Ji Ning came to her side, he looked at her worriedly: "Mom, does Zhile Tui hurt you?"

Si Tian said, "As far as his strength is concerned, I haven't paid much attention to it."

If Ji Zhile was stronger, he would probably be the one who fell down.

Ji Ning said with some self-blame: "I told Zhile just now that my mother also likes us, and he seems to be angry."

Si Tian was a little embarrassed, maybe Ji Zhile didn't believe it, but she didn't believe it either, maybe children's minds are very sensitive.

She looked at Ji Ningyi's guilty look, and softly touched his hair: "Then let him wait for a while, Ning Yi, do you want to eat?"

Ji Ning nodded and looked up at her expectantly: "Can I sit beside my mother?"

Si Tian smiled: "Of course."

As soon as Ji Ning sat next to her, his tone was very serious: "Mom, I not only like Zhile, but also my mother. The person I like most is my mother."

When the child said this, he looked at her with clear eyes, and Si Tian felt a little bit shy, and slightly avoided his eyes.

She thought that perhaps the child's love for the mother was the purest. She didn't know how the original owner treated Ji Ningyi, but from the moment she saw Ji Ningyi, Ji Ning was always friendly and fond of her.

Si Tian said: "I will also like Ning Yi."

Since she is now Ji Ningyi's mother, they are also destined. There is still a long time before the completion of the system task, and she believes that she will also like Ji Ningyi.

Ji Ning squinted his eyes, bowed his head and ate obediently.

Ji Zhile ran back to his room with tears in his eyes. As soon as he closed the door, the tears fell down uncontrollably. He wiped them off vigorously, and remembered what his brother said just now in his mind.

"Zhile, mom probably likes you too."

It should be...

Ji Zhile already knows the meaning of this word. My brother is not sure whether my mother likes him or not. It turns out that my brother will definitely say that my mother likes us.

Now my brother understands that his mother doesn't like him, and his brother is just comforting him.

Ji Zhile felt sad, much, much sadder than before.

It turns out that my mother doesn't like anyone, he is the same as my brother, but now my mother likes my brother, and he is alone.

Mom also drove Granny Fang away. There is no one who likes him in this family. Dad won't come back until next Tuesday. Ji Zhile counted the days until next Tuesday with his fingers. He really wanted to let Dad come back quickly.

Ji Zhile wiped away tears silently, sat on the stool for a long time, finally squatted down, and opened the bottom drawer of the desk.

There are some messy things inside, there are Ultraman cards, gifts from the teacher, and a notebook...

These are all Ji Zhile's treasures, especially that notebook, which is Ji Zhile's vengeance notebook.

I have already written a lot in the book, and the front part is full of bad things my mother did to him. Ji Zhile wants to write it down, and when he grows up, he will read it all to his mother and let her know how bad she is.

He also wants to let himself remember, Ji Zhile feels that sometimes his memory is not very good, for example, he dropped three pencils in the kindergarten, and he even forgot where they fell.

Ji Zhile took out a notebook, put it on the desk, opened it, picked up a pencil, and wrote seriously: "Sunday, my mother beat me, and my mother refused to let me eat..."

How do you write potato chips?

He remembered seeing this word in cartoons, it seemed difficult, so Ji Zhile carefully wrote down the pinyin "shupian"

"Mom gan gone Fang popo"

My mother bought my brother Ultraman clothes but not for him, my mother refused to give him delicious food, and my mother deliberately asked him what happened to the caterpillar scar on his arm...

Ji Zhile counted the bad things his mother had done to him in the past two days, and suddenly felt sad.

It used to be that mom would just call him a monster and drive him away, and now mom is so much better at being bad.

But if Ji Zhile is asked to choose one, he still thinks that his mother said he is a monster is what he hates the most.

He knew that this was not a good word. After scolding other students like this at school, he was severely criticized by the teacher and punished to stand. Ji Zhile did not dare to tell the teacher who taught him.

When Ji Zhile wrote that his mother deliberately asked about his scar, he thought about it and erased it with an eraser.

Mom apologized to him, and he said it's okay, so this one doesn't count.

Ji Zhile put down his pen, flipped through it, and found the vengeance on his birthday: his mother didn't accompany him on his birthday, and his mother pushed him and made him fall down...

Ji Zhile also erased the item that his mother pushed him, and he said it's okay to offset it, so it doesn't count.

Ji Zhile feels that he is a very fair person, he must be fairer than his mother, and he will not only buy good-looking Ultraman clothes for his brother.

After writing down the grievances of the past two days, Ji Zhile's wrists were a little sore. Compared with Chinese characters, there were more pinyin letters in the notebook. The pinyin was taught to him by his brother, and Ji Zhile also learned it quickly. Time is desperate to take revenge.

Rubbing his wrists, Ji Zhile carefully read his little vengeful notebook again, and after making sure that there were no typos written today, he put the notebook back in its original place.

Then his eyes fell on the self-criticism on the desk. At this moment, the one-hundred-word self-criticism only had three words.

Ji Zhile suddenly became even more sad, took out his vengeance notebook, and wrote again: Mom fa, I write jiantao books, I hate her! !

But he said what he would write, and a man keeps his word and cannot go back on his word.

Ji Zhile lay down in front of the desk again, and began to write the self-criticism.

This seems a bit difficult for a child, but Ji Zhile is not an ordinary child, he still finished writing it firmly.

Eyes a little sleepy, Ji Zhile rubbed his eyes, climbed off the stool, picked up the self-criticism book and went out.

He tiptoed to the door of Si Tian's room, knelt down and slipped the self-criticism book through the crack of the door.

He didn't owe his mother any more, and he returned the self-criticism to her.

The next morning, when the alarm clock rang, Ji Zhile didn't quite want to get up.

Today is Monday, he has to go to school, so he can't be late, this belief supports Ji Zhile to brush his teeth and wash his face in a daze.

In the living room, only my brother and the servants were there as usual, Ji Zhile climbed to his seat and ate silently.

Ji Ning asked him, "Have you packed your schoolbag?"

Ji Zhile nodded, he felt that he was still asleep and didn't want to talk.

"Did you bring your homework?"

Ji Zhile's hand holding the spoon froze, and his sleepy eyes suddenly opened wide.

"What's wrong?"

Ji Zhile quickly climbed off the stool and ran to the children's room, he forgot to make a lantern!

It's all Mom's fault, he was going to make it himself.

Ji Zhile's face was wrinkled into a bun, he shouldn't be a kid who didn't do his homework.

But when he opened the door of the children's room and saw the red lantern hanging on the railing, Ji Zhile was shocked.

Isn't this the lantern he saw on his mother's phone the day before yesterday? It ran out of the phone.

Ji Zhile walked in, tiptoed to take down the lantern, turned it over and looked carefully, and found that his name was still stuck on the handle of the lantern—Ji Zhile.

Ji Zhile stretched out his hand and touched the fringe of the lantern lightly, but he felt a button, and he tried to press it.

Suddenly the lantern lit up, not only in one color, but colorful, like a rainbow.

Ji Zhile's staring round eyes reflected the colorful lights, and his fair face was full of shock.

Such a beautiful lantern.

Ji Ningyi also followed from behind and saw the lantern in Ji Zhile's hand: "Zhile, is this the lantern you made?"

Ji Zhile glanced back at her brother, and said in a proud voice, "Mom made it for me."

Mom bought new clothes for her brother and made him a lantern, so Ji Zhile felt that her mother was only a little unfair.

As soon as Ji Ning came to his side, he also lowered his head to look at this beautiful lantern emitting colorful light. The light seemed a bit dazzling. He blinked, his long eyelashes fluttering, and his voice was a little low: "It's very beautiful."

Ji Zhile cherished the lantern and went to school.

In Huahua Kindergarten, the afternoon is usually an activity class, but today is different.

They handed in handmade lanterns in the morning, and in the afternoon the teacher would send stickers to the children who made beautiful lanterns. Before the teacher came, the students in the small class were already discussing enthusiastically.

"Xiao Yuan, what kind of lantern did you make?"

Xiao Yuan said: "My mother and I made it out of mineral water bottles. It's so beautiful."

"I didn't use the material package given by the teacher. My mother said she would make me the most beautiful lantern."

"The leaf painting Dongdong made last time was very beautiful, and I will definitely get stickers this time!"

The little boy named Dongdong looked forward to it: "The teacher said that this time the beautiful lanterns will be hung at the back of the classroom."

The honor of being able to hang my work in the classroom is what all the children in the small class want.

"Ji Zhile, what kind of lantern did you make?"

Immediately, a child "shushed": "Don't ask him, he will be angry."

In the last leaf painting, Ji Zhile made a butterfly. The other children laughed when they saw it, saying that there was no such ugly butterfly. Ji Zhile got angry and tore up the leaf painting on the spot.

Ji Zhile said, "I won't be angry!"

There was an unconcealable pride on the brows on his face: "This time my lantern is also very beautiful."

There was no one to help him with the leaf painting last time, Ji Zhile did it by himself, and it is already amazing to be able to do it.

But when Ji Zhile said this, the other children didn't believe it very much, and there was a lot of chatter, until there was a sound—

"The teacher is here!"

The classroom fell silent, and the young female teacher walked in with a smile, holding two lanterns in her hands. Ji Zhile saw his colorful lanterns at a glance, and his eyes lit up instantly.

"The children in our class made beautiful handmade lanterns this time. The teacher chose the two most suitable ones to hang in the back of our classroom. Guess whose lanterns are these?"

Immediately, there was a burst of chatter from the small class, and Ji Zhile pressed his lips tightly to keep from laughing. He was very calm, as if the lantern was not his. Of course, none of the children could guess his name.

Until the teacher announced: "This lantern belongs to Ji Zhile, and this lantern belongs to Chen Jingdong."

"Wow—" I was shocked.

The children sitting next to Ji Zhile were stunned.

"Did you make that? It's beautiful."

"Ji Zhile, you are amazing."

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Ji Zhile straightened his chest, and his curly hair seemed to be flying. He decided to go back and erase the fact that his mother only bought Ultraman clothes for his brother in the notebook, because he could use this beautiful lantern to offset it.

Ji Zhile was very excited about this class. After the class, he also got a sticker for active participation, and of course, five stickers for the Lantern Award!

The teacher hung two lanterns at the back of the classroom, and suddenly a group of children gathered around to watch.

Ji Zhile also wants to see it, but he still has six stickers in his hand. Ji Zhile has never gotten so many stickers at one time, and there will be too many people crowded out. Ji Zhile feels very troubled, but He wasn't sad at all, he thought it was happy trouble.

I took out the sticker book, carefully tore off the sticker on the back of my hand and pasted it on it, making sure that no corner was lost, and finally pressed it with my fingertips to smooth the sticker.

After putting away the sticker book, Ji Zhile went to the back of the classroom, and immediately he was surrounded by a group of children.

"How do you make lanterns, Ji Zhile, you also teach me, I will make it with my mother when I go home."

"Ji Zhile, you are so amazing, where are the colorful lanterns!"

Ji Zhile could not hide the joy on his face. He said, "My mother made the lantern, but I also helped."

"Just ask your mother to ask my mother in the class group, she will tell you."

Most of them surrounded Ji Zhile, while the lanterns on the other side were less seen. The children's herd mentality was extremely serious, and almost all of them flocked to Ji Zhile's side immediately.

Chen Jingdong glanced at the multicolored lantern, then at her own red lantern, hesitated for a while before walking over, and as soon as she walked in, she heard Ji Zhile say that my mother made it.

He subconsciously asked: "Ji Zhile, do you have a mother?"

Ji Zhile frowned.

Chen Jingdong explained: "Your mother didn't come to sign up, didn't come to pick you up, and didn't do handwork with you. We all thought you didn't have a mother."

Children's language is the most innocent and ignorant, just say what you want.

Ji Zhile is angry, he has a mother, and he also has what other people have.

"You don't have a mother!" he shot back angrily.

Chen Jingdong was stunned for a moment, then her eyes turned red: "Ji Zhile, you curse."

All of a sudden, the children around were in a mess.

"Ji Zhile scolded Chen Jingdong to tears!"

"Ji Zhile beat Chen Jingdong to tears!"

"Teacher, teacher! Ji Zhile beat Chen Jingdong until she bled, and Chen Jingdong cried so hard!"