Daddy Academy

Chapter 3294 Goodbye to the Fish Belly Glass Bottle

Chapter 3294 Goodbye to the Fish Belly Glass Bottle

As evening approached the end of the workday, a heavy rain began to fall in Pujiang, causing traffic jams. The sound of car horns mingled and enveloped the city. The rain didn't stop until it got dark.

In Little Red Pony Academy, the damp air, mixed with the scent of earth and grass, drifted in through the open windows and doors.

Chengcheng arrived earlier than usual today, and her backpack contained a small notebook for writing stories.

Xiaobai and Robin are looking for roosters in the grove of trees in the yard.

In early summer, the grove of trees comes back to life, and as soon as the rain stops in the evening, the roosters start clucking.

Xiao Bai, who hadn't had dinner yet, took her little niece and plunged into the woods, following the sound to find Jiao Jizi, whom they hadn't seen for more than half a year.

They didn't see Chengcheng's arrival. Chengcheng greeted Li Baibai and walked across the courtyard to the reading area of ​​the classroom on the first floor, where she sat down by the window.

The notebook was opened and turned to the first page of "The Little Stones That Collect Starlight".

Chengcheng read it through once, staring at the words she had written yesterday, her little brows slowly furrowing as she pondered something.

"Chengcheng, what are you thinking about?"

A gentle voice came from the side.

Chengcheng looked up and found that Xiaomi was already standing not far away, looking at her with concern.

Chengcheng shook her head, then nodded, and finally whispered, "...I don't know."

To be honest, when she finished writing it yesterday, she felt the story was warm and complete. But looking at it again today, she felt somewhat dissatisfied, though she couldn't quite put her finger on why.

"Let me see," Xiaomi said.

Chengcheng pushed the laptop over.

Xiaomi read very carefully, her gaze moving line by line, pausing occasionally, as if constructing images in her mind. After finishing, she didn't speak immediately, but instead turned to the first few pages and read them a second time.

After thinking about it carefully for a while, Xiaomi finally shared her opinion: "I think it's great, especially the part where the little stone helps the little field mouse. The light spot is like a lullaby that a mother hums, gently wrapping the trembling little body. When I read that part, my nose felt a little sore."

Chengcheng blinked and asked, "Really?"

Xiaomi closed the laptop and solemnly handed it back to her: "Yes, Chengcheng, your story has a quiet power. It's not noisy, it's very warm, and it touches people's hearts."

Chengcheng hesitated and said, "But... Liuliu said yesterday that we should add some more dramatic plots, like fireflies being chased by bats, and little stones almost being eaten by big fish..."

Although she didn't seem to care about Liuliu's opinion yesterday, she actually remembered it.

Xiaomi smiled, looked around to make sure Liuliu wasn't there, and then said, "Liuliu's suggestions are always louder and more exciting, but your story isn't like that, nor does it need to be. Just write your own story. Didn't I just say that your story has a quiet power? It's not noisy, it's very warm, completely different from Liuliu's. Chengcheng, this is your story, and only you know best what Little Stone should be like."

Chengcheng lowered her head, looked at her notebook, and said softly, "I want to revise the ending again."

"How should I change it?" Xiaomi asked curiously. She felt that Chengcheng's story was already very good and did not need to be modified.

Chengcheng said, "The little stone helped so many people, but what about itself? It remained in the dark riverbed. I think maybe one year there was a flood, the riverbed changed course, and the little stone was washed ashore. A lost little girl found it."

Xiaomi's eyes lit up.

"Okay, okay, and then what?" she pressed.

"The little girl took the stone home and placed it on the windowsill. Every moonlit night, the stone would quietly emit a little light, creating a glowing dream for the little girl. Many, many years later, the little girl grew up and became a grandmother. She passed the stone on to her granddaughter, saying that the stone contained the gentlest light in the world."

After saying that, Chengcheng looked at Xiaomi and asked, "Isn't this too long?"

Xiaomi thought for a moment and said, "I think it's great; it warms people's hearts."

Chengcheng's face lit up with joy. She hummed in agreement, lowered her head, and began writing at the end of the story in her notebook, the pen nib making a scratching sound.

Xiaomi didn't disturb her, but just sat quietly opposite her, occasionally looking up at the courtyard outside the window where the streetlights were on. Suddenly, she saw a figure appear, followed by a familiar, energetic set of footsteps approaching from afar.

"Chengcheng! Which story are we going to write today?!"

Liuliu rushed into the reading area like a whirlwind. When she saw the notebook open in front of Chengcheng, her eyes widened immediately: "Are you writing something new? Let me see it! Let me see it!"

"Liuliu, Chengcheng is creating." Xiaomi stopped her.

"I'll just take a look!"

Liuliu had already moved closer to Chengcheng, craning her neck to look at the notebook.

"Huh? It's still the little stone from yesterday! Wow! The ending's changed? The little stone was found by the little girl? That's good! But the little girl could be more unique, like she's a little chef whose dream is to make a cake that glows! And the little stone..."

"Durian."

Chengcheng interrupted her.

"I want to finish writing this section myself. I'll show it to you when I'm done, okay?"

Liu Liu scratched her head and said, "Oh... okay, fine. Then you write, you write, I won't bother you."

She took two steps back, sat down on the chair next to her, placed her hands neatly on her knees, and truly stopped talking. But her eyes remained glued to the notebook, her longing gaze like that of a puppy forbidden from approaching a bone.

Just then, Xiaobai and Robin returned. Robin was holding a fish-belly glass bottle, looking very careful. Inside were two chicks, making a "dududu" sound.

Robin came in excitedly and said, "Look~ My aunt and I caught two chickens~ hehe~"

Liuliu immediately interrupted, putting a finger to her lips: "Shh~~ Chengcheng is writing a story, don't disturb her."

Robin glanced at Chengcheng, then at Liuliu, his little head turning around before he suddenly ran to the entrance of the reading area. He turned around, put his hands on his hips, and said sternly to a few children peeking out from a distance, "Chengcheng is writing a story! Don't come and disturb her! If anyone comes over, I'll tell Teacher Xiaoyuan!"

She originally intended to brandish the radish knife, but remembering Ms. Koen's stern expression when she confiscated her weapon yesterday, she changed her lines on the spot.

The reading area was quiet. Liu Liu sat obediently in her chair, trying to hold back her curiosity, but finally couldn't resist asking Xiao Mi quietly, "That little girl later passed the stone to her granddaughter. Did the granddaughter take the stone on an adventure? Like going to the desert to find singing sand, or going to the snow mountain to find a sleeping snow monster..."

Xiaomi glanced at her, said nothing, and simply put her finger to her lips.

Liuliu immediately covered her mouth, leaving only her eyes blinking excitedly. Robin had somehow crept over and sat down next to Liuliu, showing her the fish-belly glass bottle with a showy air, silently gesturing as if to say something, the gist of which was to show her the chicken inside the bottle.

Liuliu leaned closer, her eyes almost touching the glass bottle, and saw two chicks lying inside, their wings fluttering and making noise. She opened her mouth, silently asking, which one was the boy and which one was the girl.

Robin gestured with his hands, and the two of them didn't speak the whole time, relying solely on facial expressions and random hand gestures to communicate quite well, which shows they have some skill.