Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Christmas is approaching, and kindergarten is about to be closed.

Today Sophia took the children to make a small Christmas tree of their own in the handicraft class. Everyone got a box full of dazzling decorations, and they can hang things on the Christmas tree at will.

Holding a fat watercolor pen, Daisy carefully painted her palm-sized Christmas tree.

She wanted a golden Christmas tree that would sparkle in the night like a tandem of evening lights.

"Did your father buy you a lottery ticket?" Missy asked.

Last time she scraped two dollars from her mother's scratch-off lottery, she was extremely happy. When she told Daisy, Daisy was also extremely happy. With the wish of drawing a lottery, she also wanted a scratch-off lottery ticket.

"I don't know." Hearing Missy's question, Daisy shook her head, "My father don't tell me."

"But you tell your father everything, don't you?" Missy asked.

Daisy said: "I hook up with Dad."

"If I have a little secret, I'll tell my puppet." Missy said, "Muppets won't be very talkative."

Daisy's father is also not very verbose.

"Why didn't you tell Sheldon?" Daisy asked.

"Sheldon is going to laugh at me." Missy said.

She raised her hand, passed Daisy, and shoved Sheldon, who was a seat away: "Do you remember that you laughed at me for talking to Barbie?"

Sheldon said listlessly: "I didn't laugh at you. I just told you that talking to inanimate objects is pointless."

It sounds like he's pretty lifeless.

Daisy turned her head and found that his Christmas tree was still standing poorly and alone on the table, without coloring or decoration, as if it had been forgotten by the whole world.

But in fact, it is Sheldon who is more like being forgotten by the world.

This kid didn't speak when he was focused. Daisy thought he was working hard, but it turned out that he was in a daze seriously.

"Sheldon, are you unhappy?" Daisy asked.

"I'm not unhappy." Sheldon said.

Then he doesn't talk, takes out his books, and doesn't decorate the Christmas tree.

Daisy saw it, and secretly felt that Sheldon was really strange today.

She didn't need to deliberately get to the bottom of it, because within two classes, Missy ran over and told her what she knew: "Sheldon is in trouble."

Children also have troubles. Gifted children may encounter more troubles because they outsmart their peers mentally.

The friend-finding notice failed to help Sheldon find new friends in the kindergarten, and knowing the most knowledge did not make him the most popular kid in the kindergarten, although Sheldon doesn't need to be the most popular, so he can't enjoy himself Enjoy solitude.

"What trouble?" Daisy asked Missy.

Missy said: "Someone said something bad about Sheldon."

Sheldon Cooper is the pinnacle of kindergarten students in terms of IQ, and the bottom of kindergarten students in terms of physical strength. His small arms and legs are not as powerful as Daisy, or even worse than Missy. Just come here with a big boy , Sheldon can be knocked to the ground with one finger.

The law of the jungle in human nature begins in kindergarten.

However, under the cover of Daisy Stark, who became a school bully without knowing it, Sheldon has rarely been bullied by force since this school year.

The fist can't hit the face, but the voice can always reach the ear.

This morning, after Sheldon told a group of boys that not paying attention to hygiene can easily get sick, he heard a "freak".

"I'm not a freak." Sheldon said, "I've had a physical examination and everything is normal."

But they still called him a "freak" and stuck out his tongue.

When they saw Daisy approaching from a distance, the boys scattered away.

No wonder Daisy doesn't know anything.

"Freak is a bad word." Daisy said.

She was also called a Krypton monster by the little raccoon, but there was a bit of intimacy in Rocket's words, and Daisy didn't think it was a bad word.

"It's a bad word." Missy said, "Although my brother also said that Sheldon is weird, my mother said that we can't let others say that Sheldon is a freak."

"Will it be sad because of Sheldon?" Daisy asked.

Missy nodded.

At this time, the twin sister is not so envious of the attention Sheldon usually receives, but has a little sympathy for her younger brother: "Speaking can also hurt people."

Daisy seemed to understand.

During lunch, she quietly noticed Sheldon, and found that Sheldon didn't even like a big cookie.

"Sheldon is just sad," Daisy told her father on the way home.

Tony listens to his daughter talking about the kindergarten every day, as if he is also in kindergarten, puts the holographic image away, and asks: "Why is he sad?"

"Because he was hurt by the children's words." Daisy said, "If you say bad things, will you hurt people, Dad?"

Tony thought for a moment: "If someone said that you are a short man who is not tall, would you be very angry?"

These words really hit the heart, and Daisy froze there for a moment.

"Shut up, Daisy is not tall." Happy said in the driver's seat.

"Dad, I think I'm a little angry." Daisy said softly, "I'm going to feel really bad."

"People are visual animals, and they like beautiful things." Tony said, "They are also auditory animals. Sometimes you don't need weapons to hurt a person, just use words."

Daisy just nodded.

The old father looked at his daughter and saw that the little man hung his head because of that sentence, and stretched out his big hand to shake her hand.

Before leaving for school this morning, baby Daisy also enthusiastically measured her height on the height ruler at home. If someone really said such things to her, it would hurt the child very much.

"But in my heart, you are as cute as My Little Pony," Tony said, "and as interesting as quantum mechanics."

Daisy was happy again.

"Man, man." Happy said with emotion, "Honey is smeared on his mouth."

Tuanzi immediately took a serious look at the beautifully shaped lips of the old father, and stretched out his small hand to touch them. Except for the lukewarm softness, he didn't touch any honey.

"Happy's not right," said Daisy.

Tony said, "This is called a metaphor."

This little one just learned to speak: "a metaphor."

When the Stark father and daughter returned home, Wendy was taking a baked cake out of the oven.

The rich cheese aroma spreads in the big kitchen, with boiling heat, dreamy and intoxicating.

"Just right." Wendy said with satisfaction.

She heard the sound of running outside, knew that it was Daisy who came back, took off the heat-resistant gloves, and was about to go out to meet the child, when she came out of the restaurant, she saw a small figure running towards her.

"Wendy, you are like an apple pie." Daisy said.

She has always been a fast learner, and she only heard her father say metaphors in the car, and she can use metaphors when she gets home.

"Is it because I'm delicious?" Wendy asked, "Or is it because I have a scent?"

"No." Daisy said, "Because you have a bright color in your heart, like apple pie."

"Oh." Wendy laughed.

She took Daisy to wash her hands and asked Daisy to taste the cake while it was hot.

"It's the first time someone said I look like apple pie." Wendy said.

She rested her chin on the dining table and watched Daisy eat the cake, and asked Jarvis, "Do you think I look like apple pie too?"

"Not to me," said Jarvis. "I don't know what apple pie is like."

"Then what do I look like?" Wendy asked.

Jarvis said, "Like source code."

"What do you mean?"

Jarvis said nothing.

Daisy ate the cake and saw Wendy's happy expression: "If you are like apple pie and code, are you going to be happy, Wendy?"

"Because they are very gentle words." Wendy said, "When I heard them, I couldn't help but smile."

The next day, Daisy went to kindergarten and found that Sheldon's spirit was much better, and she was also interested in saying hello to her.

"Are you feeling better?" During free time, Daisy and Sheldon sat side by side in the library and read books.

The kids are playing outside, and it's so quiet here, which Sheldon likes.

"It's much better." Sheldon said, "I know that people are always afraid of creatures that are much stronger than themselves. Out of their instinctive psychological defense mechanism, when they encounter such creatures, they usually take the initiative to avoid them or attack them."

Verbal attacks are attacks too.

"You're not a freak, Sheldon." Daisy said.

Shelton glanced at her: "I know I'm not, I've been checked."

"I'm just confused." He was silent for a while, then suddenly said.

It's not easy to see the puzzled look on Sheldon's face.

"What?" Daisy asked.

"They were just talking to me, but I felt a little sad in my heart." Shelton said, "You know, the words are light, and it doesn't hurt to hear them."

Daisy thought about it: "My father said that bad words hide evil."

She still can't fully understand what "maliciousness" is, but she can paraphrase the words well, "That's not good, so you have to be sad."

"Oh." Sheldon said.

"But I'm telling you, Sheldon," said Daisy, "you're like a chocolate chip cookie for lunch, like my little pony, like a little star."

The little boy frowned: "What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"

"These are good." Daisy said, "Sheldon, you are not a freak, you are my very good friend. I want to eat chocolate chip cookies every day, and I really want to eat with you every day." kindergarten."

"Do you want to eat a lot every day?" Sheldon said.

He exhaled lightly, lowered his eyes, and fiddled with the pages of the book.

Xu Yu said slowly: "But your words made me very happy. Thank you."

"Really?" Daisy also became happy, "I really want you to be happy!"

After solving her good friend's troubles, she was about to go back and continue reading her picture book, but after a while, the sight from her side was so hot that she had to look at Sheldon again in doubt.

"When are you going to continue?" Sheldon asked.

He waited patiently for a long time.

This time it was Daisy's turn to be puzzled, she couldn't help scratching her head: "Continue to what?"

"Blow rainbow farts to me." Shelton closed his eyes, as if to welcome a storm, "Come on, I can take it."