Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

The days are so short.

I usually don’t think that in the last few days of winter vacation, 24 hours seems to have shrunk to [-] hours. I just woke up and it was dark not long after. The start of school day is just around the corner. The kindergarten has sent a letter to my home, reminding me to prepare for the start of school. preparation.

Starting school means handing in homework.

For children with procrastination, it is inevitable to have a few sleepless nights in the first few days before school starts, writing homework while wiping away tears-homework has the magic power of "making people remember to write at the last minute".

Daisy was in no hurry.

Her homework is simple, and she has no procrastination. She takes out the cardboard, stickers and scissors from the box, and does a craft.

Sophie said that even if you are still a child, you should work hard, use your brain more, use the winter vacation to practice handicrafts, and let everyone take a look at it when school starts.

Daisy likes doing crafts.

She can make many things. A simple piece of paper can be folded into a boat or a small box. The little yellow man came back from a trip to Australia and taught her how to make a small garland.

"Make a card." Tuanzi said, "Give one to Missy and one to Sheldon."

She ran to Dad's studio and put things all over the floor.

The old father was drawing the blueprints of the armor, and it happened that the two of them could work together.

"Daddy, can I use the scissors myself?" Daisy asked.

Tony looked up, nodded and said, "Paper scissors are fine."

With the adult's consent, Daisy cut the big cardboard into many pieces with scissors.She likes the pop-up cards sold in the store very much. She received several of them during Christmas, opened them with a clatter, and erected a castle.

Maybe the technology in the future will be further developed, and the real thing can really be compressed into the card.

If this is the case, Daisy likes to have a special snack card, so she doesn't need to carry a small bag when she goes out, which is light and convenient.

Making three-dimensional cards is actually not as easy as imagined.

Daisy drew the picture, cut it out, and stacked the cardboard again and again, but there was no way to make the picture stand on the card.

Jarvis was on the side to guide, he is very good, he can do many things that children don't know, but today's power is temporarily invalid, because no matter how Daisy tries, the painting is still half crooked.

It may be that her paintings do not want to stand up.

Tony drew the blueprints and drew a rough outline. When he was drinking and resting, he looked at his daughter and found that the little girl was working with his back to him, and he was working on his homework very seriously.

The old father brought the rim of the cup to his lips and took a sip.

He was not very curious, he wanted to see what handiwork his daughter was doing, but he vaguely heard Daisy muttering something in a row, with his ears pricked up, but he still couldn't hear clearly, so he stood up and asked Go behind her and listen.

The dumpling was going through its fifth or sixth failure when Dad approached.

"It's just the wrong way, isn't it?" she said to herself.

A little frustration was written on that little face, after all, it was not the first time that she fell down in place, but Daisy soon heard whispering: "Don't be discouraged, don't be discouraged."

She cheered herself up like this, and went to get a new piece of unused cardboard.

The big hand stretched out from the side moved faster, taking the jammed paper one step ahead of her.

"It's not that the method is wrong, it's that the location is wrong." Tony lazily studied his daughter's failed product, and touched the hard cardboard behind the small animal painting with his hand. "Try it here. It needs to be reinforced."

After receiving the help, Daisy suddenly became happy. According to her father's instructions, she changed the card, folded it again, and opened it. It was indeed much better than before.

"The first one is ready!" Tuanzi said happily.

She still had to make cards for Sheldon and Missy, her little hands kept busy, and she was busy again.

Tony didn't rush to get up and leave. Seeing his daughter was busy, he smiled slightly, went to flip through the pile of small animal drawings that hadn't been cut yet, picked up the scissors silently, and cut along the borders for the child.

Working together, manual work can be done very quickly.

At the end of the day, the one big and the one who finished their work lay on the floor of the studio, and rewarded themselves by watching the news together with a holographic projection.

"Will Missy like my card, Daddy?" Daisy asked.

"Yes." Tony said.

"Will Sheldon like my card too?" Daisy asked again.

"Yes." Tony said.

The next day is the day when kindergarten starts.Daisy got up early, put the card in her backpack babyfully, and patted it gently.

After a winter vacation, Tuanzi was very excited to be able to go to school together and play in the yard together.

Compared with the crying child in front of Xiaohongmen who wants to be hugged by his parents, the figure of Dianer Dianer rushing into the kindergarten is as happy as a bird when spring comes.

Daisy finally saw her good friends Sheldon and Missy in kindergarten.

To Tuanzi's surprise, after a winter vacation, everyone seemed to have undergone some surprising changes.

Sheldon changed his hairstyle. Although he still had the stereotyped partiality, half of his fingers were obviously shortened. He also grew a lot taller. Daisy had to stand on tiptoe to be in line with him.

Missy has gained a little weight.

Unwrapping presents at Christmas, she got a lot of candies, and she still hasn't eaten them all, and brought two for Daisy.

"Did you miss me seriously during the holidays?" Missy asked Daisy.

She slapped her hands proudly: "I miss you more than 500 times."

Daisy opened her mouth wide.

What a serious friendship this is.

Baby Daisy felt a little ashamed.She also misses her good friends often, but definitely not as much as Missy.

Shelton was beside her, and poured a basin of water coldly: "You believe her because you are not smart. It is absolutely impossible to have five hundred times."

He paused and added: "Even if there is, the quality is not high."

The younger brother hates the older sister, just be steady and ruthless.

Missy was about to lick her brother's water glass.

During class, Teacher Sophia wanted to see the handicrafts made by the children during the winter vacation.

Daisy showed Sophia the cards she made, and took out two cards for her friends from her schoolbag, one for each, and gave them to Sheldon and Missy.

Missy's hand is a neat braid.

"She asked her mother to cut it out of a doll's head." Shelton said straight away, "She simply forgot to hand in her winter homework, and she only remembered it this morning when she was eating cereal."

With such a character, he can be regarded as a real relative without being strangled by his twin sister.

Sheldon's handiwork is a rocket.

During the winter vacation, he read some books about rockets and was very interested. He made models out of cardboard. If he was not too young to get the materials needed to launch rockets, he might be able to make a real rocket.

Daisy gave Sheldon a gift and got a thank you.

To Tuanzi's surprise, Sheldon actually had a gift for her.

Daisy drew a lot of books on the card to Sheldon, and copied a sentence, saying "I wish you a lot of knowledge".

The very knowledgeable Sheldon chose to return the gift with a magnifying glass.

He obviously planned to give this to Daisy early in the morning, otherwise he wouldn't put it in his schoolbag.

"Did you do that too, Sheldon?" Daisy asked in amazement.

Be friends with Treasure Boy, and there will be new surprises every day.

"If you saw madeinChina above, you wouldn't ask that question." The little old man said blankly, "I give you the magnifying glass, I hope you can discover more details and more science in life."

Giving a gift is placing too many expectations that make children feel stressed.

Sheldon believed in science.

No one knows when he will start to throw away the fairy tale book, and calmly know that there will be no real Santa Claus in the stocking at Christmas, and use his wise mind and slender arms to deal with all the unscientific things in life do confrontation.

Although this confrontation may be childish and futile for the time being, it still does not hinder the dignity of the truth of the future scientist Humwe.

of course there are exceptions.

On the first day of school, Sheldon fell in kindergarten.

His fall was reasonable and unexpected because it happened when the children were running together.

It didn't snow today, and the yard was swept clean. Because of the cold weather, the little radish heads were still wearing thick clothes, and it shouldn't hurt very much when they fell on the ground.

Sheldon got up calmly, and the teacher saw that the heel of his left palm was scratched.

It seemed to be rubbed quite heavily, and there was a little blood.

Sheldon almost fainted on the spot.

Compared with pain, he was more afraid of bacteria entering his body, so after the teacher quickly disinfected, took medicine to smear and put on a band-aid, his tight mouth was finally able to speak, and he said thank you lightly, and applied for future medical treatment. Do not participate in any sports activities.

"It's impossible, Sheldon." The teacher brutally wiped away his innocent thoughts.

Daisy stayed by, watching the teacher administer medicine to Sheldon.

She thought to herself, it's a good thing that Simpson's cold didn't heal, and he didn't come to the kindergarten to volunteer today.

Otherwise, Sheldon might not only be speechless, but actually faint.

"Are you still in pain?" Tuanzi asked.

Shelton glanced at her and said with a straight face: "Disinfection and application of medicine can only help the wound heal, but cannot relieve the pain."

"It won't hurt if I come and breathe out." Daisy said enthusiastically.

In her home, if she falls down or her father hurts his hand while repairing the machine, he always puffs up his cheeks and blows gently. Wendy said that he can blow it away while the pain is not paying attention.

Regarding Daisy's statement, Sheldon denied without hesitation: "Impossible. This is not scientific at all."

Seeing his determination, Daisy nodded and said, "Okay." Then she gave up the plan to blow his wound.

In fact, even if the pain cannot be blown away, blowing air on the hand will feel cool and comfortable.

Daisy ran outside and played with Missy.

After playing for a while, she found Sheldon slowly coming out of the classroom and staying beside him.

Asked if he wanted to play together, but he shook his head and just looked at her.

Daisy didn't take it seriously and slipped down the slide. At this time, Missy said she was going to play on the swing.

The two of them went to play on the swing.

Sheldon followed again.

After repeating this two or three times, Daisy finally realized that Sheldon was doing her little tail.

"What's the matter with you, Sheldon?" she asked.

Sheldon beckoned, beckoning her to stand closer and speak.

Daisy passed.

After listening to it, Sheldon whispered, "My hand still hurts."

"Then what should we do?" The kind-hearted Tuanzi immediately became very concerned.

"You said you wanted to give me a call." Shelton said in a softer voice.

"Yes." Daisy was surprised again, "but you don't want it."

"From a scientific point of view, there is really no possibility of pain relief," Shelton said. "But I'm a three-year-old kindergartener, and occasionally I believe something unscientific, and it may make me feel better."

"Really?" Daisy asked.

She cared about Sheldon very much. Hearing what he said, she took a deep breath, puffed up her face, and blew it on Sheldon's hand like a strong wind.

"A little harder, the pain will fly farther." Tuanzi said with his big eyes bent.

Sheldon looked at his hands gravely.

With such seriousness, Daisy, who was originally excited, couldn't help but gradually put on a stern face. She didn't know what he was looking at, but she just followed his example and stared at his hands.

The two little ones just watched silently for a while.

After a while, Daisy finally couldn't bear it, and asked softly: "Has your pain gone?"

"No." Sheldon said with a straight face, "My hand still hurts as before."

It is unscientific to say it is unscientific.

The little boy suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly said: "But I feel much better in my heart, thank you."