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    Except that he was just born, in his infancy.  When a child starts school, it is undoubtedly the first step into this world.  Children's growth is rapid.  I don't know when it started, you will find that unless they are asleep, it is difficult for you to find time to be alone with them and observe each other.

    ?Since Zhao Xuejun was detained at home, his family has changed their time to accompany him, giving others the opportunity to observe Zhao Xuejun for a long time.  Zhao Jianguo was the first to discover that his own child seemed to have a form completely different from that of other people's children.

    What is a child?  Children should be curious, innocent, and fearless.  These three points are just the foundation of the foundation.  Although most parents in this era are proud of having a well-behaved child who studies well.  And this kind of good child is not cultivated, it is often born.  In this era, parents will not sit by the sand, look at you happily, and watch you dig a hole with a small shovel.  You naively tell your parents that a mysterious caveman lives there.  At this time, you will not get such compliments as how smart, how creative, and how imaginative you are.  You're going to get a fat beating, and it's not explained why.

    Zhao Jianguo observed his children from the perspective of the most advanced parents in the 1980s.  So, he finally found out how different his child was, he couldn't play, it was terrible.  Most of the roles he plays in the game are trainers, which is also scary!  More than once, he saw his family Junjun, lying on the window and looking out silently, not participating, not responding, expressionless, like a bystander.  He watched anxiously. Sometimes, when the child saw his intentions, he forced himself to play with the child outside the window.  This way of playing is intriguing.  Usually, he would assign a group of children to play the game he ordered them to play, for example: ask them to fight, and if they win, Zhao Xuejun would reward him with a piece of candy.

    When those children told Zhao Xuejun what they thought were the funniest things, Zhao Xuejun's expression was often not envious, but sarcasm, ah, ah, sometimes he would close the window without hesitation.  Don't feel like you're part of a group.  It's not right, although I can't tell what's wrong, it's not right anyway.  This child seems to be wasting time every day. He studies, and after studying, he will stare blankly at the clock, as if waiting for something. He waits with a solemn expression, extremely solemn, and childlike innocence.

    Zhao Jianguo found Lao Chang, and the two of them sat together and analyzed Junjun's various behaviors very seriously.  In the end, Zhao Jianguo entrusted Zhao Xuejun to Lao Chang, and urged him to make this child more lively. It doesn't matter about his studies. This interpersonal relationship is a big problem. He must learn to play and get along with others, otherwise he will suffer in society.

    Lao Chang is holding a teacup, sitting in his small courtyard very seriously thinking of a way, now he is not a concierge, he is a consultant of the museum, specifically what to do as a consultant, this is also a matter of concern for the superiors.  He thought about it all afternoon, and even read the materials seriously, and finally on a Friday evening, he rode to Zhao Xuejun's house to pick him up to live with him for a while.

    Gao Juzi, went to Shanghai again.  Lao Chang said hello and left home with Zhao Xuejun on his back.  These days, the clothes I used to wear are slowly getting clean, and my hair has been dyed.  After having a godson, he had some hope for life. He remembered that when Zhao Xuejun met him for the first time, Zhao Xuejun called him old man.  In fact, Lao Chang's real age is one year and sixty years apart.  Lao Chang has always felt that fifty-nine is not a good year, and now he still thinks so, otherwise, why would something happen to Zhao Xuejun?

    In the backyard of the museum, there is an ancient locust tree.  The old man often put a recliner under the locust tree.  Spread the quilt over the bamboo chair.  He carried Zhao Xuejun up and covered him with a quilt.  Zhao Xuejun was taken care of very warmly, he was slightly drunk and sleepy.  But at this time, Lao Chang closed the door of his small yard, took an ancient chair from the warehouse on the side, and placed it beside Zhao Xuejun to sit down.  At this moment, Zhao Xuejun felt that time went back a bit, as if he had traveled back to that year again.

    The small yard was very quiet and warm. The two father and son sat for a while and often asked him: "What can you feel?" Zhao Xuejun smiled: "I'm sleepy."

    "Well, naughty." Lao Chang flicked his forehead and sat back down.  He pondered for a while, with a slightly serious expression, and fell into infinite reminiscences. He spent about an hour reminiscing, during which Zhao Xuejun really slept for a while.  With a cough, Zhao Xuejun opened his eyes, and the old voice slowly sounded.

    "Not long ago, I told your father that you are suitable to be a national scholar. It is wrong to think about it now, not to mention that this era no longer needs national scholars. You are somewhat smart, but you lack the killing decision of a national scholar. This  For a while, I have been observing you, although you are smallA piece of paper, covered in ink, was carefully patted back and forth against a large stone tablet.  He wondered and asked Old Chang: "What is Junjun doing?"

    Lao Chang looked satisfied, sipped his tea with a smile and said, "Play, you can't even see this?"

    Zhao Jianguo was wondering, is this just for fun?  Is this the expression a child should have?  He pointed over there speechlessly, with a face full of accusations.

    Lao Chang put his hands behind his back, looked over there, and said with emotion: "Childhood, what a yearning, I haven't seen this scene for many years. When I was young, my father and I were like this. I remember that at that time, I played every day.  Very happy! Look at him, how happy he is playing!"

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    I was hesitant when posting this chapter, because I have read it several times to my friends and Twelve.  Most people told me that readers would not read it, because what they care about is not here, for example, cp or something.  I thought about it for a long time, should I send it or not?

    Personally, I have always had a little thought about reborn people.  Most reborn people have made a lot of money in the past, and washed away a lot of humiliation and misfortune in the past.  Of course, such a cool article looks really good, and there are even a lot of information. If you find it, you can pull out a lot of words by looking at it.

    However, I am a book writer.  My responsibility is to tell readers about the world I perceive and my responsibility to this society.  So, I wrote it, and not only did I write it, but I wrote it very well, and this is what I want to say.  Ethnic, above all else.

    Instead of chasing after what we lost, it is better to keep what we have.  This is what I want to say to you.

    Our nation is so big that unintentionally those national arts and the essence of history are quietly dissipating around us.

    Therefore, this chapter must have.  It is my responsibility.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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