Chapter 272: Chapter 271: You Say the Painting Is Poisonous? The Director’s Grandson Recites the Lesson on the Spot!

Liu Meihua’s finger was about to poke the wall.

Her voice was as sharp as a freshly sharpened blade.

“Director, look!”

“Turning a perfectly good white wall into this, what is it?”

She pointed at the corner of the wall, where a large black bear wearing dungarees was pushing bricks.

“Dressing animals in clothes! Who is this mocking?”

“This is likening sincere working people to foolish black bears!”

The surrounding parents frowned.

Shi Tou’s father couldn’t help but spit.

“Nonsense! That’s called strength!”

“Who said that?!”

Liu Meihua suddenly turned her head, glaring fiercely at the crowd.

Shi father wanted to curse again, but Su Qing covered his mouth.

The common folk cannot fight the officials.

The current situation was too intimidating.

Director Qian stood there with his hands behind his back, not saying a word.

His square face was as dark as storm clouds before the rain.

He stared at the wall.

Because it was a bit of a distance, and blocked by scaffolding and paint buckets that hadn’t been removed, he couldn’t see clearly.

Liu Meihua saw the leader was silent and assumed it was acquiescence.

She became even more vigorous.

She rushed to the wall in a few steps, pointing at the German shepherd dog wearing a police hat, looking mighty.

“And this!”

“Putting a hat on a dog? This is desecration of a sacred profession!”

“What kind of ulterior motive is this?”

“This is going to turn the world upside down!”

She turned around and pointed at Lin Wan Yi who stood silently to the side.

“Lin Wan Yi! You’re sabotaging!”

“Under the guise of painting, you’re throwing dirt at our proletarian front!”

“I think you just can’t let go of your capitalist lady’s airs!”

Each accusation was more serious than the last.

Each one was enough to crush someone.

Zheng Xiulan, sweating profusely out of anxiety, rushed up to stop her.

“Liu Meihua! This is simply framing!”

“Get out of the way!”

Liu Meihua now felt she had a mandate from above, fearing no one.

She pushed Zheng Xiulan aside.

“Director! I suggest immediately scraping off this wall!”

“Arrest Lin Wan Yi! Thoroughly investigate her background!”

“And Zheng Xiulan, severe dereliction of duty, must be dismissed and investigated!”

She spoke more and more excitedly.

As if she already saw herself enjoying a bright tomorrow, sitting in the park director’s office, sipping tea and reading the newspaper.

Director Qian finally moved.

He took steps, his cloth shoes with thousands of layers tread heavily on the ground.

Step by step, he walked towards the wall.

The surrounding crowd scattered in fear, no one daring to block the way.

Liu Meihua quickly followed behind, her face full of a sycophantic smile.

“Director, watch your step, don’t let these dirty things soil your shoes.”

“I’ve prepared a shovel, just say the word…”

“Whoa—!”

A piercing cry suddenly came from the back of the crowd.

Qian Xiaobao was causing trouble again.

The guard holding him couldn’t suppress him.

This kid was usually spoiled so much that now he was crying with his face flushed and neck swollen, kicking his legs chaotically, like a fish that had just been landed.

“I want to go home!”

“I want to find grandma!”

“This awful place! Awful place!”

Director Qian stopped walking, turned his head and shouted.

“Let him cry!”

“Let him cry enough first!”

He was really annoyed.

A long day, with work being unsatisfactory and home unrestful.

Now he has to deal with this chaotic mess.

He turned back, with a belly full of anger, to look at the wall which Liu Meihua had insulted.

He wanted to see what kind of monsters and demons were painted.

Just then.

An unusual sweet scent drifted into Qian Xiaobao’s nose with the wind.

The crying stopped abruptly.

Qian Xiaobao sniffled.

His tear-swollen eyes, resembling walnuts, caught a glimpse of red through the guard’s shoulder.

It was the red cross on Happy Sheep doctor’s pocket.

Bright.

Vivid.

Like a flame, it burned straight into the child’s gray world.

Qian Xiaobao stopped resisting.

He stopped crying.

He stared blankly over there.

“Let… let go…”

He whimpered softly.

The guard paused, loosening his grip slightly.

Qian Xiaobao slipped to the ground like a slippery eel.

He didn’t run towards Director Qian.

Nor towards the door.

He tottered on his two stubby legs, stumbling towards the wall.

“Hey! Xiaobao!”

Liu Meihua was startled.

If the little troublemaker hit the scaffolding, she couldn’t bear the responsibility.

“Quick, stop him!”

She stretched out her arms to catch him.

“Get away! Ugly monster!”

Qian Xiaobao, with a surprisingly strong force, rammed into Liu Meihua’s thigh.

Liu Meihua yelped, spun in a circle, and nearly sat in a paint bucket.

Qian Xiaobao completely ignored her.

He kept running.

He ran straight to the base of the wall.

Ran to the big black bear in dungarees.

He stretched out his chubby hand.

Slap.

He pressed it to the wall.

The wall was cold.

But the colors on it were warm.

Director Qian’s eyebrows furrowed deeply.

Just as he was about to scold his grandson for being unruly.

Qian Xiaobao suddenly turned his head.

The face, just now awash in tears and snot, now blossomed with a smile brighter than the sun.

“Grandpa!”

He called out.

His voice crisp and clear.

“Look!”

He pointed at the large black bear.

“That’s what you were talking about!”

Director Qian was momentarily stunned.

“Which one?”

“That one!”

Qian Xiaobao was so anxious that he kept stomping his feet.

He pointed at the brick in the black bear’s hand, then at the safety helmet on the bear’s head.

“Worker!”

A single word.

Extremely clear.

Director Qian was dumbfounded.

Liu Meihua was dumbfounded.

The whole room went silent.

Qian Xiaobao ran two steps to the side.

He pointed at the little pig wearing a straw hat, holding a hoe, planting corn in the field.

That little pig was drawn too vividly.

Round and chubby, with sweat on its face, smiling naively and adorably.

“Farmer!”

Qian Xiaobao shouted.

Then he sprinted towards the German Shepherd wearing a police cap.

“Soldier!”

He pointed at the little rabbit with a backpack next to him.

“Student!”

Finally, he pointed at the hippo selling watermelons, pushing a cart.

“Businessman!”

Five words.

Worker, farmer, soldier, student, businessman.

Each word was like a heavy hammer, pounding on the cement ground.

Also pounding on Director Qian’s heart.

Qian Xiaobao had finished reciting.

He turned around triumphantly, looking at his grandfather.

“Grandpa! I recited it!”

“This is the worker uncle building skyscrapers!”

“This is the farmer uncle planting crops!”

“This is the Liberation Army uncle catching bad guys!”

“This is me going to school!”

“This is the seller aunt at the supply and marketing store!”

He clapped his hands, happily jumping up and down.

“Grandpa, you taught me all night yesterday, I couldn’t remember!”

“But I just looked at this painting, and I got it!”

“Grandpa, aren’t I great?”

Dead silence.

Everyone had their mouths wide open, looking at this child who was just called the “Demon Lord of Mayhem.”

Is this the Demon Lord of Mayhem?

This is simply a genius!

Director Qian’s hands were shaking.

With excitement.

Indeed, he had held the book, teaching his grandson “the five pillars” for an entire night.

But the book was full of dry words, with serious propaganda pictures.

The child simply didn’t like watching.

Teaching led to crying, crying led to tantrums.

He almost despaired, thinking maybe this kid’s brain wasn’t wired right.

But now.

Just a glance.

Just some little animals.

The child remembered everything!

Not only remembered but understood!

What’s this called?

This is called learning through play!

This is called nurturing silently!

Director Qian took a deep breath of cool air.

The sweet aroma entered his lungs, making him completely clear-headed.

He strode to the wall.

No longer in the accusatory stance he had earlier.

He leaned closer for a look.

Looking at the black bear’s resolute gaze, looking at the little pig’s diligent sweat.

Even the hippo selling watermelons exuded a sense of honest business practice.

Is this satire?

Is this derogatory?

This is clearly bringing revolutionary division of labor to life!

“Good!”

Director Qian slapped his thigh vigorously.

With robust energy.

Frightening Liu Meihua into a shiver.

“What a worker, farmer, soldier, student, and businessman!”

Director Qian bent down, picked up Qian Xiaobao.

And gave him a big kiss on his snot-covered little face.

“My dear grandson! So smart!”

“It’s well-drawn!”

Qian Xiaobao hugged his grandpa’s neck, pointing at the painting on the wall, refusing to let go.

“Grandpa, I want that little pig! I want to play with it!”

“Alright, alright! You play!”

Director Qian’s face was full of wrinkles opened wide with laughter.

He turned around.

Instantly, the smile vanished from his face.

Replaced with a chilling coldness.

He stared at Liu Meihua standing aside, who was now pale and trembling all over.

“Vice Director Liu.”

Those three words were emphasized heavily.

Liu Meihua’s legs went weak, nearly kneeling.

“Direc… Director…”

“Is this what you call a poisonous ideology?”

Director Qian pointed at the vivid and adorable animals on the wall.

“Is this what you call hedonism?”

“Is this what you call monsters and demons?”

Liu Meihua opened her mouth, like a chicken being strangled by its neck, unable to make any sound.

“You want to scrape it away?”

Director Qian sneered.

That laughter was full of mockery.

“I think, what’s worth scraping away is not this wall.”

“It’s your rigid, outdated, cap-labeling thoughts!”

He lifted Qian Xiaobao higher.

His voice was loud, echoing throughout the kindergarten entrance.

“Even a four-year-old kid can understand the reason and learn the knowledge.”

“But you, a vice director with twenty years in education, can’t understand?”

“Even want to treat it as poison to weed out?”

Director Qian stepped forward.

Liu Meihua retreated in fear, her high heel tilted, and she landed on her backside.

Right onto the iron shovel she had prepared.

Pain contorting her face with grimaces.

“Liu Meihua.”

Director Qian looked down at her.

“I think your days as Vice Director are numbered!”

“Where’s the poison in this painting?”

“I say the poison is in your envious heart, only capable of sowing discord!”

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