Chapter 426 Where the story begins
After the little girl finished drinking the yogurt, Yang Wenwen took her to the bedroom and asked her to do her homework.

“Homework in kindergarten?”

Zhou Jing went to Yang Wenwen's bedroom and said.

"Let the children write 1 to 10 ten times, write each of the pinyin ten times, and let the children write by themselves."

Yang Wenwen moved a stool for her daughter and laid out her textbooks, exercise books and pens.

"Okay, little cutie, study hard and make progress every day."

Zhou Jing said as he held the little girl and sat on the stool.

"Dad wrote it for me."

The little girl looked reluctant before she even started writing.

"What dad writes can't be learned into your head. Be obedient and write well. Dad will take you out to play tomorrow."

Doing homework is a test of one's patience. Zhou Jing still lacked patience when doing homework in high school. Except for math and Chinese homework, which he wrote by himself, he often copied other homework, especially English homework. He rarely used his brain for English homework. Zhou Jing did not need to copy math homework, as he could basically understand it as soon as he saw the questions.

For children who have just started school, doing homework is undoubtedly more painful.

"Dad finally came back to see you. How can you be worthy of Dad if you don't obey? Take your pen and write. Where did you write this morning?"

Yang Wenwen stuffed a pencil into her daughter's hand and urged her.

The little girl scratched her head and flipped through the pinyin homework book page by page. She stopped at a half-finished page and muttered, "I've finished writing here."

"How to read this?"

Yang Wenwen pointed to the next letter.

"happy."

The little girl muttered.

"Yes, start writing, and read as you write."

Yang Wenwen looked at her daughter and said.

"Happy, happy"

The little girl leaned her chest on the table, holding a pencil in her right hand in the uniform pen-holding posture of other children, and wrote clumsily and slowly on the paper in the pinyin book specially for writing letters, following the textbook. Her writing was not very beautiful, nor was it very neat.

"You are amazing, little cutie. You need to develop the correct posture, sit upright and keep your back straight."

Zhou Jing encouraged the little girl, asked her to sit up straight, and patted her waist.

“It’s so tiring.”

The little girl twisted her body and said.

"If you feel tired, you can write slower or less. You should write ten at a time, but if you keep the posture dad told you to write only five."

As someone who has experienced this, Zhou Jing is well aware of the impact of sitting posture and writing habits while studying on learning and health.

When it comes to learning things like this, it is best to develop good habits from a young age. Don't bend your head, and don't write too fast. In terms of quality and speed, quality is more important.

"Listen to Dad. Sit up straight and you can write less."

Yang Wenwen chose Zhou Jing's teaching method.

Zhou Jing rubbed Yang Wenwen's butt and smiled, "Is it appropriate to use the phrase 'haste makes waste' when it comes to studying?"

"Appropriate." Yang Wenwen nodded and smiled, "Some students still have terrible handwriting even in high school because they have bad habits since childhood."

"That's right. My Chinese teacher in elementary school was misleading. He always assigned a lot of homework, asking us to write phrases, synonyms and antonyms, word explanations, and ancient poems over and over again. He even asked us to copy the texts we were reciting endlessly. Fortunately, my dad was a teacher and knew how to educate students. He didn't force me to finish my Chinese homework."

The elementary school teacher that Zhou Jing remembered most was his Chinese teacher in grades one and two.

"Then assigning Chinese homework is really excessive."

As a Chinese teacher, Yang Wenwen would not assign homework like that to students. Children are playful and write slowly. They can't sit still, and they won't have the patience to finish too much homework.

"I was only beaten by my Chinese teacher before third grade, and you beat me once."

Zhou Jing suddenly recalled that he was beaten by Yang Wenwen once when he was in the first year of high school.

It was during morning reading time. Zhou Jing was chatting happily about Naruto with the students behind him when Yang Wenwen attacked him from behind and slapped him in the face. To be more precise, she slapped Zhou Jing on the ear. Yang Wenwen must have deliberately avoided Zhou Jing's face and Zhou Jing certainly didn't take it to heart.

"You remember it so clearly, are you holding a grudge against me?"

Yang Wenwen smiled and twisted the boy's ear. Perhaps because the boy was the class monitor, she was relatively strict with him and at the same time had high hopes for him. That was the only time she hit a student in her more than eight years as a teacher.

"I'm repaying evil with kindness, am I not, my beloved Teacher Yang?"

Zhou Jing hooked Yang Wenwen's waist and patted her waist.

"I'm doing this for your own good. I just can't stand your attitude towards study and that's why I'm so disappointed."

The corners of Yang Wenwen's mouth rose naturally. She bit her lip and reached out to pull the boy's ear again.

"When a person is born, his nature is good. Natures are close, but habits make them different. If a child is not well-educated, it is the fault of the father. If a child is not well-educated, it is the fault of the teacher." Zhou Jing opened the little girl's Chinese textbook and read a few sentences. He looked at the pinyin book and said, "I don't remember how to read pinyin. Teacher Yang, teach me."

"CC can teach you. CC taught dad to read pinyin."

Yang Wenwen looked at her daughter and said.

"Don't disturb my little cutie from studying. My little cutie, write well."

Zhou Jing pulled Yang Wenwen to the bedside, sat down, hugged Yang Wenwen and asked her to teach him.

"Ah, oh, uh, Yi, Wu, Yu"

Yang Wenwen taught the boy seriously.

Zhou Jing kissed Yang Wenwen on the cheek and said, "After so many years, I still like your class."

"If you don't pay attention in class, it's useless."

Yang Wenwen got up and went to the living room to get a cup of water and refill the boy's teacup.

There was a household registration book on the small cabinet of the desk. Zhou Jing took it out and opened it. It was the new household registration book of Yang Wenwen and her daughter. After getting a house, Yang Wenwen officially settled in Yulin City.

"My former name was Yang Ni, Nizi. This name sounds nice. Why did you change it?"

Zhou Jing turned to the page of Yang Wenwen in the household registration book and said.

"This is my nickname. My dad registered it as my real name. My grandfather changed it when I was ten years old. Which of the two sounds better?"

Yang Wenwen leaned on the table and said with a smile on her face.

"Yang Ni, Yang Wenwen." Zhou Jing read out the two names separately and said, "It's about the same. I think Yang Ni sounds better."

"All right!"

In fact, Yang Wenwen also feels that both her former name and current name are ordinary, without any connotation or poetry.

"Yang Ni, Nizi." Zhou Jing stretched out his hand and pinched Yang Wenwen's thigh and continued: "Did your family call you Nini when you were a child?"

"My dad and relatives now call her Nini, and my mom only started calling her Wenwen when she was with you. What's your nickname?"

Yang Wenwen raised her hand and gently tapped the boy's forehead and said.

"I don't have a nickname. People in our poor and remote area don't usually have nicknames. Our families just give names to people. In the countryside, people with bad mouths will give people nicknames, such as Goudan and Gouwa. People with the name Hao are nicknamed Mouse, and people with the name Wei are nicknamed various tails, such as Dog Tail and Sheep Tail. People usually don't give girls ugly nicknames."

Zhou Jing lifted up Yang Wenwen's skirt and bit her leg, leaving two rows of teeth marks.

"The culture of giving nicknames is the same everywhere." Yang Wenwen couldn't help laughing.

With a bang, the little girl's pencil lead broke. The little girl turned to Zhou Jing and looked at him eagerly. Her big eyes seemed to say, "Dad, I don't want to write anymore." She didn't dare to tell Yang Wenwen. Yang Wenwen's image as a tiger mom was deeply engraved in the little girl's heart. When Yang Wenwen was around, the little girl didn't even dare to throw a tantrum at Zhou Jing.

"Dad fixes your pencil."

Zhou Jing took the pencil from the little girl and took the pencil sharpener from the pen holder.

Yang Wenwen took another pencil from the pen holder and gave it to the little girl, saying, "Use this one to write."

“This one is hard to write.”

The little girl took the pencil and threw it on the table again.

"It's getting more and more hypocritical."

Yang Wenwen knew her daughter's little thoughts very well. It was a rare occasion that Zhou Jing came back to stay for two days, so Yang Wenwen tried not to scold her daughter in front of Zhou Jing.

"Girls! How many pinyin did you write, little cutie?"

Zhou Jing deliberately took his time while repairing the pencil, giving the little girl some rest.

The little girl turned the page in her homework book and counted the lines one by one with her right index finger, "1, 2, 3, 4, four are too many."

"My hands are so tired."

The little girl muttered to herself and stretched her little hand towards Zhou Jing, letting him see her index finger holding the pen. Her fingers were stained with pencil dust and were black.

"Just write three more numbers and it will be fine today."

The pencil was repaired, Zhou Jing opened the little girl's arithmetic book and said.

The little girl is now very skilled in writing numbers. Over the past year, Zhou Jing and Yang Wenwen often taught her simple arithmetic. She finished three numbers ten times each in a short while. Zhou Jing liberated the little girl.

Without waiting for the little girl and Yang's mother to rest, Zhou Jing and Yang Wenwen went out to the house on Baoning Road.

They had barbecue and drank wine in the evening. Yang Wenwen didn't let Zhou Jing drive, but Zhou Jing didn't insist, so the two of them took a taxi.

I haven't been back to the house on Baoning Road for a long time. This is where the story of Zhou Jing and Yang Wenwen officially began. Usually, Yang Wenwen comes here to clean up from time to time, and sometimes comes here for a nap at noon, missing every moment with Zhou Jing.

After entering the community, Zhou Jing held Yang Wenwen's soft waist and walked out of the house. Yang Wenwen took the key.

After the door opened, Zhou Jing walked in. Everything was the same as before. Yang Wenwen did not touch the furnishings here except cleaning. She only added some things that were bought by Yang Wenwen.

"I miss the days here so much, how about you?"

Some scenes from the past appeared in Zhou Jing's mind like automatic playback. The one he remembered most was Yang Wenwen in the winter of 09 when Yang Wenwen brought the little girl to visit. Before the two of them revealed their relationship, Zhou Jing only dared to move his hands. He held Yang Wenwen's hand and half-hugged Yang Wenwen under the pretext of teaching her to draw.

With each close contact, Zhou Jing became more and more impulsive and bolder, and one Friday or Saturday night, he completely offended Yang Wenwen.

Of course, what Zhou Jing remembers most clearly in this room is not only the story with Yang Wenwen, but also Gu Jia. The scene of the first time he invited Gu Jia to dinner here is still vivid in his mind. Zhou Jing even remembers what clothes Gu Jia was wearing at the time. Gu Jia was wearing high heels. After lunch that day, the two went to see a movie and had a simple but memorable encounter in the cinema.

Zhou Jing suddenly realized that this room brought together the beginnings of all his stories since his rebirth. He started over again with Chen Jiaqian here, and even kissed Liu Hanyu here.

If Liu Hanyu had not been calm enough, Zhou Jing’s debt of love would have surely increased.

“This house is good in every aspect and has a good location.”

Yang Wenwen went to the bathroom and turned on the bath heater and said.

"It's a bit far from the Experimental Kindergarten. Are there any other kindergartens nearby?"

His thoughts were pulled back to reality, and Zhou Jing hugged Yang Wenwen and said.

"There's one in Yushi College."

Yang Wenwen dragged the boy who was holding her behind her and went to the kitchen to get a pot of water to boil.

"It's more convenient over there. The kitchen here is too small."

Zhou Jing carried Yang Wenwen to the bedroom, pushed Yang Wenwen to lie down, and crawled into the hem of Yang Wenwen's nightgown.

Yang Wenwen nodded. For a housewife, the kitchen is very important. A small kitchen will seriously limit one's cooking skills. Cooking some dishes does require a more spacious kitchen.

"Has your brother decided on a wedding date?"

Zhou Jing asked, since he is Yang Wenwen's brother's wedding, he has to go, as it would be risky in such a public place.

"It should be next year's National Day. The house can be collected this year, and it can be renovated next year when the weather warms up. Zhou Jing, don't do it yet. Wait until I wash the dates."

Yang Wenwen held Qunzi and said.

Hearing that Yang Wenwen's younger brother was getting married in the second half of next year, Zhou Jing felt relieved and put his head on Yang Wenwen.

"My brother will be 28 next year. Do you think it's too late for a boy to get married at 28?"

Yang Wenwen said while holding the boy's head.

"Not too late, it's a normal age."

Zhou Jing looked at Yang Wenwen's face and couldn't help but be dazed. Yang Wenwen was as beautiful as a lotus emerging from water, with a beauty as stunning as that of a fairy.

"Gu Jia is 29 years old this year, right? Do you have a partner?"

Yang Wenwen thought of Gu Jia.

"Yes, but it seems that the talks are not going well. The other party is from BJ and is a bit arrogant. Gu Jia is not an ordinary person either. I don't think this will work."

Zhou Jing was almost stunned, and pretended to be calm and made up a story.

Yang Wenwen knew that Gu Jia worked in Zhou Jing's company. Zhou Jing said that Gu Jia was doing business with him. Based on the principle that the best lie is to tell the truth as much as possible, Zhou Jing did not hide his contact with Yang Wenwen and Gu Jia. To be honest, Zhou Jing had been worried all day for the past six months. Fortunately, because of their special relationship with Zhou Jing, the two girls blocked their colleagues and students, and set their QQ space to be visible only to certain people. The two also blocked each other.

After Gu Jia resigned from Experimental Middle School, he and Yang Wenwen no longer contacted each other, for fear of accidentally exposing their relationship with Zhou Jing. The two learned about each other's situation through Zhou Jing.

Yang Wenwen and Gu Jia's caution made Zhou Jing feel a little safer, but the truth will come out sooner or later, and it may come out at any time. Zhou Jing only hoped that such a thing would happen after Gu Jia gave birth to the child safely.

"Gu Jia's conditions are not bad either. Ordinary BJ people are not qualified to put on airs in front of Gu Jia."

As both are older women, Gu Jia helped Yang Wenwen with some things when they worked together. Yang Wenwen cares about Gu Jia more and feels sorry for her. Gu Jia's conditions are not bad, but her family background is sensitive and her personality is relatively pure. Because of this, it is difficult for her to find a partner. Most people are not worthy of her, and those who are worthy of her may not like her.

"really."

Zhou Jing nodded, and in order to end the topic, he kissed Yang Wenwen on the mouth.

The next morning, Yang Wenwen had to go to work. Since the senior high school students didn’t have morning exercises on weekends, Yang Wenwen got up at seven o’clock to go to school.

"Don't worry, I'll take you there."

Zhou Jing stretched and touched the back of Yang Wenwen who was sitting on the bed and getting dressed.

"I didn't drive last night, so you can rest for a while."

Yang Wenwen turned around and flashed a smile.

"can not fall asleep."

Zhou Jing lay there motionless, waiting for Yang Wenwen to wash up first.

It was already late, so Yang Wenwen didn't delay. After washing up and tidying up her clothes, she went to the bedroom, glanced at the boy and said, "I'm leaving first. I'm going to school to have breakfast. You get up and go back to eat."

"Goodbye, wife."

Zhou Jing hummed and said.

After Yang Wenwen left, Zhou Jing also got up, washed his face, packed their clothes and took them back home.

(End of this chapter)