"Yes." Jiang Kuo put his chin by the car window and responded.

"Dad——" Jiang Lelai came from the school gate, sharp and loud.

Jiang Kuo sighed.

Dad went over and talked to the class teacher for a long time. The class teacher looked here. Jiang Kuo quickly retracted his head back into the car.

"We're painting today," Jiang LeLe opened the car door and went to the back seat. "The teacher has pasted my painting on the wall."

"What did you draw?" asked Dad.

"Drawing spring." Jiang Leye said, "Many, many, many green."

"Is there only green in spring?" Jiang Kuo said.

"It's now," said Jiang Lelia, "it's green, deep and shallow, there are no flowers yet, so it's green, a lot of green!"

"There are some red ones." Jiang Kuo said.

"Green!" Jiang Lela shouted.

"Red, flowery." Jiang Kuo said.

"Green!" Jiang Leli shouted.

"Red, red," said Jiang Kuo.

"Green!" Jiang LeLe patted him.

"Hong." Jiang Kuo pushed her.

"Green!" Jiang Lelai hit him again.

"You two are here again, right?" Dad said in front.

Jiang Kuo and Jiang Lele didn't say anything, and we started fighting one after another.

"Hey—" Dad shouted.

Jiang Kuo stopped. He hadn't eaten for two days and had no energy to fight.

Jiang Lelai also stopped, took out a small bread from his pocket and handed it to him: "Do you eat it?"

"Not to eat." Jiang Kuo turned his head.

"I'll give you food." Jiang Leye opened the small bread and reached it in front of him persistently.

Jiang Kuo couldn't help but sniff and smelled the strong fragrance of bread.

"Hongdou." Jiang Lelai said.

"No." Jiang Kuo swallowed.

"Hongdou Bread--" Jiang Le shouted, "Hongdou!"

Jiang Kuo took away the small bread and ate it in two bites.

"Is it delicious?" Jiang Le asked.

"Yes." Jiang Kuo responded and glanced forward quickly.

Fortunately, dad didn't laugh.

"Did you write an essay that day?" Dad asked.

"I've written it, my ideal is to be a homeless man!" Jiang Lelai said.

"... Just wander," Dad turned his head, "Don't let the homeless guy, wandering is the attitude of life you want, not a state of life."

Jiang Lele didn't say anything, and thought for a while with his face raised: "Is that Xiaokuo's attitude to make yogurt?"

"He was greedy," said Dad.

Jiang Kuo snorted a little dissatisfied.

"The teacher said so too, and said that he could not write like this in the future." Jiang Lele said.

"Hiss-" Dad frowned, "It's wrong for your teacher to say this. Whoever says ideals must be those recognized by adults. What's wrong with being yogurt? How great is it? This imagination!"

Jiang Kuo raised his eyelids.

"I have to call your teacher when I go back," said Dad, "This is not right to educate, killing your imagination."

"Didn't you say that too?" Jiang LeLe shook his legs.

"The teacher's weight is different. Dad is joking, but the teacher is not," Dad said, "I have to talk to the teacher."

"Let my mother talk to the teacher." Jiang Lele said.

"Why?" Dad raised his eyebrows, "I am not as good as your mother!"

"You are too long-winded," said Jiang Kuo.

"Well, it's not the company meeting." Jiang LeLe said.

"Hey!" Dad patted the steering wheel.

What is ideal if it is not yogurt?

Jiang Kuo looked out the window.

Duan Feifan looked at the book in front of him and sighed.

"What!" my dad shouted outside, "Can't write it out? Stop writing it out, play games!"

"...I didn't hand in my homework yesterday!" Duan Feifan shouted, "I've been punished for three classes!"

"Is it a punishment for standing up?" My father's head poked out from the door.

"Yes." Duan Feifan pressed his knees against the table and shook the chair.

"What can't be written today?" Dad came over, "I'll write it for you?"

"English." Duan Feifan said.

"...Elementary school students learn nothing about English," said my dad, "I haven't even learned pinyin well!"

"Don't you?" Duan Feifan looked up at him and laughed.

"What's wrong with this? You just pick it up, let's get some oil..." My father bent down and looked at his homework book, "You are not writing English," "I'm teasing you." Duan Feifan said.

"Gamble," Dad bounced on the back of his head, "How old have you learned to tease your dad."

"It hurts, it hurts..." Duan Feifan rubbed the back of his head.

"Where are you writing an essay?" said my dad, "My ideal... is so fucking boring. I was my ideal when I was in elementary school. When you were in elementary school, you were your ideal. If you were not finished, can't you have no ideals?"

"I don't have an ideal." Duan Feifan sighed.

"So I can't write it out," said my dad.

"Yeah." Duan Feifan nodded.

"Then make up one," said my dad, "What a scientist, doctor, teacher, you can just be a teacher, and you can also flatter your Chinese teacher." "I don't want those." Duan Feifan was very disdainful.

"What do you think?" asked my dad.

Duan Feifan was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Dominate the world!"

My father was startled by him and was stunned for a moment before slapped him in the back: "Scream! I'm scared and shouted out and shouted! I, Duan Feifan, want to dominate the world! My ideal is to dominate the world!"

Duan Feifan leaned against the back of the chair and rubbed it with his father: "You are domestic violence and you hit me all day long."

"This is called hitting you. If I really hit you, can you still make a sound?" My dad cut, "If you really hit you one day, you will definitely remember it for the rest of your life. Just slap like this, you will forget tomorrow."

"No." Duan Feifan said.

"Forget the day after tomorrow." said my dad.

"Not either." Duan Feifan raised his eyebrows.

"Next month!" said my dad impatiently.

"Only not." Duan Feifan said.

"You are just holding a grudge like this?" Dad glared at him, "If you don't see a good thing, you can remember one!"

"You know that this is not a good thing!" Duan Feifan said immediately, and after that, he added, "I remember the good thing for a longer time."

My father glared at him for a while, laughed, and slapped his head twice: "It's so lively, I tell you, I don't remember what happened when I was a child. I only remember how many fights you had with your uncle two or three times. I really don't remember what happened with your grandparents."

"I can remember." Duan Feifan was very firm, "You don't remember that it was because your brain was not good, and you left home early."

"The head is definitely working, probably it's still early to leave home," Dad patted his head, "Then you leave home later, let's stay together for a few more years."

"Yes." Duan Feifan nodded.

"Duan Feifan! Come down to play!" someone shouted downstairs.

"Which homework is done--" Duan Feifan also shouted.

"No more writing-" shouted downstairs, "Go down to play! Duan Feifan! Come down to play!"

Duan Feifan didn't say anything, staring at the words on the homework book, my ideal.
To be continued...