Jiang Fu and his wife were a few steps away from the Lin family. Jiang Fu smiled bitterly in his heart, "What do you think of this? It's obviously his son who provoked the Lin family's children, but now it seems that they don't have much thoughts about Jiang Ming, but the two of them who are parents made their mentors even more dissatisfied."

Jiang Fu knew what his mentor meant. He glanced at his wife beside him and finally said, "I used to be busy when I was abroad and didn't have time to help you educate your children. This is indeed my fault. But now our family has returned to China. I am busy in the future, but I will not be as busy as when I was abroad. In the end, I can still take some time to teach my children. Seeing that Jiang Ming is already seven years old, it would be too late to teach him well."

The woman was displeased when she heard this and felt very upset: "You think I was not teaching well, and I taught the child badly. Do you mean that?"

Jiang Fu didn't speak, he was actually not qualified to say that his wife had not taught her children well. After all, the child was not his wife's own life, so he also had his responsibilities.

But Jiang Fu was really dissatisfied with his wife's performance in the office today. He couldn't tell that his mentor was irresistible to his wife.

It’s not that Lin Guoxiong does not protect his shortcomings. On the contrary, if he finds someone who can protect his shortcomings, he will protect his children more than anyone else.

Finally, Jiang Fu only said: "If you don't talk about the children's affairs before, we just talk about them in the future, as long as you don't have to worry about the troubles, you'll let the children solve the problem by themselves, and parents will join in the fun."

After Jiang Fu finished speaking, he walked around the office and the teaching building to see where the brat in his family was hiding. Other parents came to pick up the children home, and he should take the brat home.

On the way back to the old house, Lin Guoxiong squinted his eyes and seemed to remember something, and asked casually: "The wife of Xiao Sanshiba is surnamed Tang, right? The one named Tang Tingshan is her brother?"

Lin Yuqing said yes, and then nodded to the old man with understanding.

Lin Guoxiong pointed his index finger and middle finger, "Don't go too far, just be careful."

Lin Yuqing said: I understand. Isn’t it just to cause some trouble for Jiang Fu’s wife’s family? It’s best to be a small trouble that looks inconspicuous, but actually solves it, which can make people get rid of their hair and get frustrated.

Your sister bullies our children, and I, as an uncle, will bully you. It's quite fair.

Lin Guohong, who was in the same car, was eager to try it out, and then complained to his elder brother Lin Guoxiong: "Brother, you are moving too fast. Brother, I am now so old and old, but I can't keep up with you. You have taken the lead in everything."

Then he patted his second brother Lin Guosheng again. The meaning was very obvious. Help Philip vent his anger and let us go.

Lin Guosheng glanced at his third brother. He was originally a smiling fox, who was always afraid that the world would be in chaos. Now that he is getting older, he is getting younger and younger, like an old naughty boy. No wonder Philip always likes to stick to his third grandfather when he is at home, and even his biological grandfather has been forgotten.

"Then let's just take the lead. The Tang family might have a big problem in an instant. Third brother, why are you less likely to be more likely to be more qualified as you get older? We have no big grudges with the Tang family. At most, let the brother-in-law Jiang Fu of the Tang family sleep a few nights less and stay in the company for a few extra days. If there are more, it will be over.

Besides, don’t you still have to help Philip wrap your books when you go back? You are so busy, have time to do something else?" Lin Guosheng felt uncomfortable when he thought of what he had just thought of, and his tone of speaking was a little bad.

Lin Guohong reached out and waved under his nose, "Where does the smell of vinegar come from?"

Lin Guosheng seemed to be fine, "Are you jealous for breakfast?"

Lin Guohong laughed and said, "He didn't drink it, but someone else drinks it."

When the car returned to Lin's house, in the hall, Philip opened his small schoolbag and began to put the new books he had just received on the coffee table one by one. Lin Guohong took a few beautiful colors that he had prepared early in the morning, and also had small illustrations of the book paper on it, and then sat down face to face with Philip.

The little guy touched the paper and looked at Lin Guohong curiously: "Grandpa San, did you wrap your books with paper when you were young?"

When he was with Philip, Lin Guohong seemed to be an old man with a kind smile on his face and a childlike heart. He picked up a math book by Philip, then compared it with a ruler to start cutting paper.

While cutting paper, he answered Philip's question: "Yes, this is how Grandpa Third made books when he was in school. However, Grandpa Third was ignorant at that time, and accidentally treated the gold-spreaded paper collected by your grandpa as ordinary paper. Thinking that the paper looked pretty good, he took all the stacks of paper away. When your grandpa came back, he almost smashed my butt from the third grandpa."

"Then can we use these papers today?" After hearing a piece of old past by Grandpa, Philip asked with his little finger at the paper they placed on the countertop.

Lin Guohong nodded: "Yes, this is what Grandpa San specially selected for Philip. Do you like it? If you don't like it, there are many in the room."

The child who was serious about Grandpa San’s movements looked up and smiled at Lin Guohong: "I like it. There are some stories on the paper that Grandpa San’s choice."

If Philip is bored in class, you can take a look at the little story on the paper. The child is thinking in his heart.

Philip and Lin Guohong stayed together, two of them were real children and the other was old. Slowly, Lin Guohong held Philip's small hand in his hand and then taught him how to fold the book cover so that it would be both beautiful and neat.

Lin Guohong slowly walked in Philip's ear, as if telling a story: "The third grandfather was spanked by his grandfather, but I just thought that the gold-spreading paper was good. When the new book was published the next year, I secretly used the gold-spreading paper to wrap it. The bag was beaten up at a time, but no matter where your grandfather hid the paper, I could find it."

Until later, his father suddenly passed away, and the Lin family's family's situation plummeted. There was no more of the stack of gold-spreaded paper that was more expensive than gold for him to wrap books. The paper he used changed from gold-spreaded paper to rice paper, then white paper, and finally became straw paper that would break after being kneaded.

But no matter what paper it is, Lin Guohong has never changed his habit of liking to wrap books, and seems to be stubbornly remembering something.

"Actually, Grandpa Third came to your school to see, and many children didn't like to use paper to wrap books. It is probably because the children think it's so old-fashioned and not as good as it sells outside. Or they simply don't pack it. If Philip doesn't like it, we won't pack it. Grandpa Third takes you to see if there are any birds laying eggs in the bird nest in the orchard."

Philip immediately shook his head and stroked the book that had been wrapped by the third grandfather. He thought that the third grandfather was so powerful that he wrapped it neatly, and he also left the story in the middle.

"The third grandfather has a good book, and Philip likes such books the most. Other children like Philip but don't know whether Philip likes Philip or not, but Philip likes Philip's books." After the child relaxed after returning home, he claimed that he changed from "I" to "Philophy".

Lin Guohong nodded: "Haha, we Philip is right, just like it."

The next day, Philip came to Qixing Primary School again with his small schoolbag and officially started his primary school class career.

Before getting off the car, Lin Sien weighed Philip's small schoolbag, and Chong Dundu's hand was over. Lin Sien was a little dissatisfied, and was only in the first grade. Why was the school's school's books so heavy?

"Baby, next time we won't memorize so many books to go to school. We will memorize any classes in the class that day." Linsen discussed with Philippian.

The child looked at the ground, and of course he had some of his own little thoughts.

However, although he had some thoughts, Philippi did not hide his father from his father and said to his father obediently: "Dad reads my book, and the third grandfather packs a book cover for me. There is a short story in each book. When Philippi is tired in class, he can take out the books and read them one by one."

Lin Sinian opened Philip's small schoolbag and looked at it one by one, and it was indeed.

Suddenly, Lin Sinian felt a little amused. If the same scene happened to Lin Jingli, who sent Lin Han to school, probably the best fate of these book covers would be to be stripped off the books one by one and confiscated.

But in the end, Linsin hesitated for a while, for about three seconds. Linsin pulled Philip's schoolbag up and nodded: "You have to relax, otherwise it would be too tiring if all the class time is used to listen carefully to the class. Philip should also be careful not to make yourself tired."

Philip took his little schoolbag from his father, accepted his father's concern all of them, and consciously added: "Philipians and others have taught the teacher so much that they can learn to read it again. Children should respect the teacher's labor results."

"Philipel is right, it's awesome." Linsen touched the child's fluffy head and praised.

When we arrived at the classroom, a new day began. Maybe yesterday's incident stimulated Chu Xiaohan and the others. When Philip arrived in Class 3, he had already sat in front, back and right of Philip's seats.

Philip was very happy and sat down on his seat against the wall through Al-Hou. The two little jiojio were happily shaking on their feet under the bench. "Brother Xiaohan, Yuanyuan, Yuyu, Xiaohu, you are here."

Chu Xiaohan sat behind Philip, looked at Al sitting next to Philip without a trace, and then said briefly.

Cui Yuan raised his head with a proud look on his face: "I stared at the Academic Affairs Office with my own eyes at the Academic Affairs Office after school yesterday and completed the transfer of everyone's class."

Philip took out a candy from his little pocket and handed it to Cui Yuan: "Thank you for your hard work in Yuanyuan."

Cui Yuan took the candy and put it in his pocket: "It's okay."

When it was about to start class, Philip could feel that Jiang Xian had been secretly looking back from time to time. But when he looked up, Jiang Xian quickly turned his head back.

Philip, who didn't understand what he was doing, touched his face, so he didn't care about him anymore. Yesterday's incident was almost over here with the little guy who was so angry that he didn't hold a grudge. And Jiang Zhen also apologized to him.

So Philip didn't know at all. Until now, Jiang Ming was still struggling to apologize to Philip again. Yesterday's apology was too unofficial.

Then, Jiang Yang kept struggling from class to school.

During class, not only Jiang Ming looked back at Philip from time to time, but the children in the same class inevitably focused their attention on Philip.

Some children are walking luminous bodies wherever they go, attracting everyone's attention.

Some children lay on their chins on their arms, looked at Felipe and thought to themselves: Little Lin Lefei looks so good. He sat upright. He nodded, and must have understood what the teacher said. Ah, his book is also very good, and there are some stories on it. I also want to use the same book cover as Lin Lefei to wrap the book.

When get out of class was over in the afternoon, a companion child came to Philip and wanted to talk to him. But he didn't know what to say.

So he glanced at Philip's book, scratched his hair, and found an excuse: "What package does Philip's book use? Look at it well, where did you buy it?"

Philip: "I don't know either, it was bought for me by Grandpa Three."

Kid: Oh, I want to get the same style.
Chapter completed!