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My son is eight years old and is the best at being naughty and mischievous. Breaking the glass at school, asking classmates to take off other people's pants, going to the women's restroom to pee... there was never a moment to stop.
Today at noon, he suddenly ran back from school without making any noise. A person ran to the room quietly, quietly. Seeing him be so obedient, my head suddenly went crazy. Decided to find out and discovered his first love.
I asked my wife to take my son out to eat, and then I looked around for a long time. Finally I found a note inside the pencil case. The content is as follows:
He Wenli, you like to snitch on me so much, why are you so hateful. (Son's handwriting)
I am the class monitor. I don't care if the teacher scolds me. Can't you be a good boy? (Female monitor) Son: If I like you, will you still snitch on me? (Thunder...)
He Wenli: It depends on whether I like you or not! (No matter how ridiculous I am...) Son: Do you like me? My dad says I'm smarter than everyone else. (This is so direct! When I was chasing him, I took eighteen turns. I remember only saying that he was annoying...) He Wenli: I won't tell you now. (Are girls born with the ability to resist and welcome in return?) Son: I'll catch a butterfly for you, and you can tell me, okay? (What a temptation! This kid...)
He Wenli: No, I want two. I just told you. (Unfortunate, I'm going to increase the amount)
Son: Okay, then tell me, do you like me? (…)
He Wenli: I kind of like it. I like playing with you. Please don't scare me with fake caterpillars in the future, okay?
Son: I don't scare you, I scare Li Qiqi. If you don't like anyone, I will help you scare him. (Beauty brings disaster...) He Wenli: Qiqi is my good friend, so I won't scare her.
Son: Okay, I won't scare her either. Let's go play with plasticine after class, okay?
He Wenli: No, my mother will scold me if I make my clothes dirty. I want you to help me catch butterflies.
Son: Just call me "honey" and I'll catch you, okay? (Lei, I guess he heard the word his mother called me...)
He Wenli: That's what my mother called my father! You are not my father. Why should I shout? (...The crows in the world are as black as black) Son: My mother said that the person you like is called "dear". (How did this little girl teach her son...)
He Wenli: Then you call me first, and I will call you again, okay?
Son: Whoever you don't call is a piglet and a puppy, okay?
He Wenli: Okay.
Son: Dear He Wenli.
He Wenli: Dear Jiang Lei.