Hard work after winning the lottery

"Teacher, Xiaoya can dance the peacock dance!"

"Teacher, Dongdong's dad drives an excavator, that's so cool!"

He was like a cheerful little bee, flitting through the crowd, quickly becoming friends with everyone with his sweet, honey-smooth words.

If someone's crayon breaks, he'll be the first to offer his; if someone is homesick and crying, he'll run over and tell jokes to cheer them up.

Within a few days, he became the undisputed most popular student in the class, always followed by a group of fans.

And the third brother, Si Tao, is the most troublesome exploration bomb.

Everything in the kindergarten was fatally attractive to him.

He could take his toy car apart piece by piece when the teacher wasn't looking, just to study why the wheels would turn.

He even dared to stand on a small stool to reach the remote-controlled airplane on the top shelf of the toy cabinet.

The sandpit on the playground was his archaeological site, where he could always dig out some strange stones or small insects, and then present them to the teacher like treasures.

Teacher Wang spends at least half of his energy each day keeping an eye on this little guy who seems to have a perpetual motion machine, afraid that he might come up with some new trick in the blink of an eye.

In the evening, when Huayun comes to pick them up to go home, these three very different seeds will reunite and chatter about the day's harvest.

At the dinner table, they would often spontaneously burst into singing the nursery rhymes they had just learned in kindergarten.

"Baixi Lake, so clear and pure, with a small village nestled beside it..."

The innocent voices of children sang about the scenery of their hometown, carrying a sense of innocent pride.

Hua Yun's lips would involuntarily curl into a smile as she listened to the song, as if all the fatigue of the day was washed away by its melody.

However, a child's world is not just about sunshine and songs.

The first social lesson in life often begins with conflict and tears.

That day, Hua Yun went to pick them up as usual, but saw that Si Tao's eyes were red, her little mouth was pouting, and she looked aggrieved.

Teacher Wang explained the situation to Hua Yun with some helplessness.

It turned out that in the afternoon, while playing with toys, Si Tao and the chubby boy in her class got into an argument over a Transformer.

Both of them claimed they got it first and neither was willing to let go. In the struggle, the chubby boy lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud, bursting into tears.

Although it wasn't Sitao who pushed it, the cause was him, and the teacher still criticized him, making him learn to share.

On the way home, Sitao sat in her car seat, looking sullen the whole time.

"Mom, I saw it first! I spotted Optimus Prime the moment I saw him!" he complained, tears welling up in his eyes.

Si Le chimed in indignation, "That's right! That chubby kid, he couldn't win, so he threw a tantrum and sat on the ground crying!"

Only Si'an remained silent, her brows furrowed.

Hua Yun didn't immediately judge who was right and who was wrong. She drove quietly until she got home.

That evening, after the three children had finished bathing, she took out two large, red apples and handed them to Sitao.

"Sitao, these two apples are for you."

Si Tao paused for a moment, then took them, handing one to Si An and the other to Sile.

This is a habit they developed from childhood.

Hua Yun patted his head and asked softly, "Why did you share the apple with your older and younger brothers?"

Si Tao answered matter-of-factly, "Because we are three brothers, good things should be shared together."

"Yes," Hua Yun followed up, "So, are all the toys in the kindergarten for Si Tao alone?"

Si Tao's face fell, and she shook her head.

"Toys belong to everyone, just like apples in the house belong to everyone. Everyone wants to play with their favorite one, just like everyone wants to eat the biggest and reddest apple."

Hua Yun looked into his eyes, her tone gentle yet firm: "Today you and Little Fatty both want to play Optimus Prime. You can discuss it, like rock-paper-scissors, whoever wins plays for ten minutes, then the other person takes turns. That's called taking turns. Or, you can play together, you be Optimus Prime and he be Megatron, have a duel, that's called cooperation. But directly taking it from someone else is wrong."

She paused, then looked at Sile: "When others have conflicts, we can't just side with our own brothers. We need to figure out what happened and where the truth lies."

Finally, she looked at Si'an: "Si'an, you did a good job not arguing with them. But next time, if your younger brothers make a mistake, as the older brother, you should bravely point it out and help them correct it, okay?"

The three little ones nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Hua Yun knew that they couldn't possibly fully grasp these principles all at once.

But the seed of sharing, rules, and how to handle interpersonal relationships has already been quietly planted in their hearts.

Kindergarten life is like a magic key, unlocking the door to independence for them.

They started dressing themselves, although the buttons would occasionally be fastened incorrectly.

They would proactively put their empty bowls in the sink after finishing their meals, and would even remind their grandmother in a serious manner, "Grandma, the teacher said we should do things ourselves!"

They became more able to understand the meaning of rules, knowing that red lights mean stop and green lights mean go, that you can't cut in line for food, and that you can't take other people's things without permission.

Hua Yun watched all this, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She watched her children grow from being her little shadows who would always stick to her into independent individuals with their own friends, secrets, and joys and sorrows.

They are breaking free from her embrace with a silent yet unstoppable speed, heading towards a wider world.

That little one who ran away from home because he was afraid of going to kindergarten, making the whole village hold their breath, seems like a dream from a very, very long time ago.

The stream of time flows gently forward amidst the kindergarten's regular schedule and the children's laughter.

That little controversy about sharing Transformers was like a pebble thrown into a lake; after creating ripples, it sank to the bottom.

The three little ones are adapting better and better to kindergarten life.

They learned new skills, such as writing.

When Teacher Wang first wrote "one, two, three" on the blackboard with colored chalk, stroke by stroke, it was as if a new and wonderful door had been opened in the children's world.

Holding a pen is a delicate task for these little hands that are used to catching lambs and digging in the mud.

Teacher Wang taught us step by step, starting with the simplest strokes: horizontal, vertical, left-falling, and right-falling.

Soon, the exercise book was filled with crooked numbers, like a drunken little man, staggering about, yet full of life.

The next challenge is to write my own name.

"Hua, Si, An".

"Hua, Si, Le".

"Hua, Si, Tao".

For a five-and-a-half-year-old child, these three names are numerous and complex in structure, much like small mountains that need to be climbed.