Please Start Your Show Chapter 13
Then, Lu Jianyan was severely beaten by reality.
Who said that a runaway capacity would be tantamount to a lack of ability to use it?
It may also be exceptionally powerful.
...
It's time for the children of Montessori kindergarten to take a nap. Twelve children in a class share a large bedroom with a separate washroom and a dressing room that distinguishes between boys and girls. Each child has a small solid wood bed with his name plate, painted in the color and pattern of his choice.
Every dormitory had a dedicated teacher who was responsible for supervising and coaxing the children for lunch breaks. Although, children of five or six years old were generally in the stage of life with excess energy.
But these teachers who have received professional training and were full of patience that ordinary people cannot have, there was always a way to coax every child. Different from each other, let all children get enough rest, and then smoothly start the one-day study and entertainment life.
Lu. Six years old. Jianyan, while the teacher on duty was out on the phone, got up from the crib and stared at his shrunk at least half of his hands.
It was soft and fluffy, and there were four small pits on the back of the hand. At first glance, it was a child's hand.
Lu Jianyan stubbornly choked his own hand, which was especially painful. The child's skin was delicate and his hand easily turned red.
But this painful stimulus has proved that Lu Jianyan has really returned to his childhood. To be precise, it should be back to eighteen years ago, when Lu Jianyan was still in kindergarten. And his stupid brother was born just a few months ago, which was particularly annoying.
Lu Jianyan's memory of this period has long been blurred. The only thing he still remembers is that his mother had to embroider the name of the little quilt he used in kindergarten. Then ... there was a little quilt whose name was stained with blood and could not be changed, which became Lu Jianyan's most unique kindergarten memory.
Mother's love was like blood.
Lu Jianyan didn't give up and couldn't believe he really returned to childhood. So he got up quietly, jumped off the bed just a few centimeters from the ground, and landed perfectly!
After putting on his shoes, he inevitably made a noise when he rubbed against the floor. With a creak, the little boy in the crib next to him frowned. Lu Jianyan no longer remembers who this kid was. Fortunately, the little boy was not awakened in the end, but just rolled over and continued to sleep.
Just in case, Lu Jianyan still waited a bit on the spot. By the way, he turned to admire the whole picture of his bed--painted with various Q version of superheroes, Superman, Batman, Captain America.
He had forgotten that he had so seriously wanted to be an unknown hero fighting for life in order to maintain world peace.
When everyone grew up, they were best at becoming what they did not like, and what they were not at best was fulfilling their childhood dreams. Lu Jianyan was no exception.
...... Lu Xiaoyan's drawing diary ......
Weather in X, X, and X: A big child draws the sun. Ghostwriting / Dad, with pictures / YAN Yan.
Today, my sister told mother that when Yan Yan didn't smile, it always made him feel angry.
I retorted my sister, I didn't.
My sister answered me: I do n’t listen, I just do n’t listen.
Sister was a bit annoying, but I still like her very much.
Because what she said was actually right. When I grow up, I must try to smile every day, so that everyone feels very happy to see me, eh!
... This was the dividing line that has not been achieved ...
Lu Jianyan quickly entered the boy's locker room and found his own small cabinet based on his memory (well, after looking at the nameplate on the cabinet). On the left side of the cabinet was a waiting mirror.
Lu Jianyan looked into the mirror, and at this time he could still maintain the character setting. His expressionless five-headed height shed tears in his heart.
The little boy in the mirror was wearing an army green fake two-piece suit, pantyhose with black leather shoes, his hands in his pockets, and stared at himself unscathed. Lips red, white teeth, big eyes, natural curly hair ends, not very exaggerated, but slightly curled, soft and considerate stay on the cheek.
Lu Jianyan frowned unsatisfactorily. He was not tall among his peers when he was a kid. He wasn't short either, he was well-formed, but his face was slightly rude. How to say it, he was a little standard.
Anyone can easily draw such an image in their hearts, always clean and tidy clothes, polite and disciplined, dimples, love blushing, talking was always easy to be drooled by saliva, with a milky aroma.
This was him before the worldview collapsed. He hasn't had a "strange" disease that even doctors can't detect, and he hasn't met the tasker.
Who said that a runaway capacity would be tantamount to a lack of ability to use it?
It may also be exceptionally powerful.
...
It's time for the children of Montessori kindergarten to take a nap. Twelve children in a class share a large bedroom with a separate washroom and a dressing room that distinguishes between boys and girls. Each child has a small solid wood bed with his name plate, painted in the color and pattern of his choice.
Every dormitory had a dedicated teacher who was responsible for supervising and coaxing the children for lunch breaks. Although, children of five or six years old were generally in the stage of life with excess energy.
But these teachers who have received professional training and were full of patience that ordinary people cannot have, there was always a way to coax every child. Different from each other, let all children get enough rest, and then smoothly start the one-day study and entertainment life.
Lu. Six years old. Jianyan, while the teacher on duty was out on the phone, got up from the crib and stared at his shrunk at least half of his hands.
It was soft and fluffy, and there were four small pits on the back of the hand. At first glance, it was a child's hand.
Lu Jianyan stubbornly choked his own hand, which was especially painful. The child's skin was delicate and his hand easily turned red.
But this painful stimulus has proved that Lu Jianyan has really returned to his childhood. To be precise, it should be back to eighteen years ago, when Lu Jianyan was still in kindergarten. And his stupid brother was born just a few months ago, which was particularly annoying.
Lu Jianyan's memory of this period has long been blurred. The only thing he still remembers is that his mother had to embroider the name of the little quilt he used in kindergarten. Then ... there was a little quilt whose name was stained with blood and could not be changed, which became Lu Jianyan's most unique kindergarten memory.
Mother's love was like blood.
Lu Jianyan didn't give up and couldn't believe he really returned to childhood. So he got up quietly, jumped off the bed just a few centimeters from the ground, and landed perfectly!
After putting on his shoes, he inevitably made a noise when he rubbed against the floor. With a creak, the little boy in the crib next to him frowned. Lu Jianyan no longer remembers who this kid was. Fortunately, the little boy was not awakened in the end, but just rolled over and continued to sleep.
Just in case, Lu Jianyan still waited a bit on the spot. By the way, he turned to admire the whole picture of his bed--painted with various Q version of superheroes, Superman, Batman, Captain America.
He had forgotten that he had so seriously wanted to be an unknown hero fighting for life in order to maintain world peace.
When everyone grew up, they were best at becoming what they did not like, and what they were not at best was fulfilling their childhood dreams. Lu Jianyan was no exception.
...... Lu Xiaoyan's drawing diary ......
Weather in X, X, and X: A big child draws the sun. Ghostwriting / Dad, with pictures / YAN Yan.
Today, my sister told mother that when Yan Yan didn't smile, it always made him feel angry.
I retorted my sister, I didn't.
My sister answered me: I do n’t listen, I just do n’t listen.
Sister was a bit annoying, but I still like her very much.
Because what she said was actually right. When I grow up, I must try to smile every day, so that everyone feels very happy to see me, eh!
... This was the dividing line that has not been achieved ...
Lu Jianyan quickly entered the boy's locker room and found his own small cabinet based on his memory (well, after looking at the nameplate on the cabinet). On the left side of the cabinet was a waiting mirror.
Lu Jianyan looked into the mirror, and at this time he could still maintain the character setting. His expressionless five-headed height shed tears in his heart.
The little boy in the mirror was wearing an army green fake two-piece suit, pantyhose with black leather shoes, his hands in his pockets, and stared at himself unscathed. Lips red, white teeth, big eyes, natural curly hair ends, not very exaggerated, but slightly curled, soft and considerate stay on the cheek.
Lu Jianyan frowned unsatisfactorily. He was not tall among his peers when he was a kid. He wasn't short either, he was well-formed, but his face was slightly rude. How to say it, he was a little standard.
Anyone can easily draw such an image in their hearts, always clean and tidy clothes, polite and disciplined, dimples, love blushing, talking was always easy to be drooled by saliva, with a milky aroma.
This was him before the worldview collapsed. He hasn't had a "strange" disease that even doctors can't detect, and he hasn't met the tasker.
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