A car accident, our family of three crossed

Chapter 511 Milk, they laugh at me

The children were talking excitedly in the classroom when the gong sounded, and they all returned to their seats very consciously.

Song Ning walked in and said to them, "Everyone knows, right? He Jinbao was stung by a bee when he poked a beehive yesterday. He needs to stay at home to recuperate for a while."

"Master Song, does He Jinbao's face look like a pig's head?"

"Mr. Song, have you ever seen He Jinbao being stung by a bee? I heard from my grandma that he couldn't even open his eyes."

As soon as Song Ning said one sentence, the children started asking questions one after another, all of them were curious about He Jinbao's miserable condition.

Liu Yi lowered his head and tried to hold back his smile. What they said was all right. He Jinbao's face was indeed swollen like a pig's head, and there was only a slit left behind his eyes.

"Everyone, be quiet." Song Ning patted the table, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then said: "We are all classmates. After school, you can also go to visit He Jinbao together."

"Can we? Master Song, can we really go see him?"

"Of course you can. After all, you are all classmates! It's a good thing to care about your classmates."

So, because of Song Ning's affirmation, after school in the morning, the kids who lived near He Jinbao's house invited a few kids from the city to go and visit He Jinbao.

They were so curious about what He Jinbao looked like after being stung by a bee that the kids didn't refuse and followed him.

Mu Dun was worried that they were not familiar with the roads in the village and might not know the way back, so he took Yang Yang and Chen Ran with him.

It was just right that we went to visit He Jinbao and then went home to have lunch together. Those kids from the city now eat and drink at Hang Shuheng every day.

A group of kids came out of the primary school and walked happily towards He Jinbao's house, jumping and skipping on the road, looking so lively.

We met people from time to time on the road, and the children greeted them politely, which made the villagers feel very happy.

"Oh! Reading is good! Look at these little brats, they have become sensible after reading books."

"Who says it's not true? This elementary school in our village is well run!"

Since most of the children in the village have gone to school, they have become really polite!

Therefore, it is absolutely true that reading can help you gain knowledge.

When they were almost at He Jinbao's house, they passed by the door of a nearby house. An uncle in the yard saw his grandson among the group of children. Seeing that he passed by the door without entering, he shouted, "Gousheng, Gousheng! Where are you going?"

The child who was called "Dog Leftover" responded subconsciously, "Grandpa, let's go to Dabao's house."

It was the first time for the kids in the city to hear their friend's nickname, and they immediately looked at him as if he were a monster.

"Gousheng, He Yongcheng, your name is Gousheng?"

"Hahaha! This name is so funny."

The kids burst into laughter because of this name.

He Yongcheng scratched his head. He never thought there was anything wrong with his nickname before, but after he entered primary school and got a real name, he felt that his previous name was not nice.

Being used as a joke by his friends, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed and blushed, "Well, that was the nickname my grandfather gave me when I was a child."

The laughter of his friends did not decrease despite his explanation. The more He Yongcheng thought about it, the more embarrassed he felt. He simply stomped his feet, turned around, and ran home without looking back.

In the yard of Gousheng's house, Gousheng's grandmother angrily hit Gousheng's grandfather with a dustpan, "I say, you old man, you have no control over your words. I just scolded you yesterday, but you forgot it today. Didn't you hear those kids laughing at your grandson just now?"

"Ouch! I didn't mean it. I just can't change it for the time being." Goushengye ran while dodging his wife's attacks, and the yard became a drama of two old people chasing each other.

Soon, they saw their grandson running back wiping his tears. The old couple stopped playing and went forward to care for the child.

"Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Who bullied you?"

He Yongcheng wiped his tears and complained, "It's all my fault. It's all your fault that everyone is laughing at me, wuwuwu..."

When Gousheng's grandmother heard this, she glared at her husband and said, "What did I say? You old man, you can only smoke and talk with your mouth. You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth."

After scolding his wife, he continued to coax his grandson, "Okay, stop crying! Let's ignore your grandfather. Grandma will cook meat for you later, not for your grandfather."

"Yeah!" The little girl wiped her tears, nodded and went into the house.

On the other hand, a group of little brats didn't realize that their ridicule was hurting their friends' self-esteem.

The group walked towards He Jinbao's house on their own.

The gate of He Jinbao's house was wide open, and the children came to the door and walked in without being invited.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw He Jinbao squatting in the yard playing by himself with his back to the gate, and a group of children started shouting.

"He Jinbao, I heard that you went to poke a beehive yesterday."

"He Jinbao, you were stung by a bee, right?"

He Jinbao heard the noise and turned his head subconsciously.

The group of kids who had just walked in immediately saw He Jinbao's bloated face. They all pointed at him and laughed so hard that they held their stomachs.

"Wow! He Jinbao, you really have turned into a pig head."

"Hahaha, why did you become a pig head? Did you become like this because you were stung by a bee?"

"Hahaha! You're so miserable!"

He Jinbao's body was still in pain, and he had cried for a long time before he stopped crying. But he didn't expect to be laughed at by his friends again. The feeling of grievance surged up instantly, and he burst into tears again.

Aunt He hurried out of the kitchen and asked as she ran, "Dabao! What's wrong? Are you in pain again?"

He Jinbao cried and said to his grandmother: "Grandma, they are laughing at me, please drive them away, I don't want to play with them anymore."

Only then did Aunt He realize that a group of little kids had appeared in her yard and were now laughing at her grandson!

A group of kids clapped their hands in unison and rhythmically, as if singing a nursery rhyme, "He Jinbao, big pig head, He Jinbao, big pig head."

"Hey! You bunch of little bastards, stop laughing, stop laughing, it's time to go home after school." Aunt He was very angry. She picked up a broom and went to chase them away. Seeing this, the group of kids immediately ran out.

Aunt He put her hands on her hips and scolded the kids for a long time before returning to the yard to comfort He Jinbao, "Okay, okay, don't cry! Grandma has chased them all away."