"Holy crap!"
At the scene, Zhao Jiayuan was the first to react and shouted out.
She instinctively felt a little scared and wanted to hug Chen Chong, but then she thought that Jiang Mingxi might have a stronger reaction, so she rushed to Jiang Mingxi's side.
As he rushed over, Zhao Ke stood next to Jiang Mingxi.
Jiang Mingxi stared in disbelief at the little boy riding the scooter.
At the age of five or six, his jet-black hair resembled the hairstyle of the doll in his hand. As he pedaled his scooter fast, the wind whipped up his bangs, revealing his large forehead and big eyes.
Denim overalls.
Red short-sleeved shirt.
Gao Le turned to look at Jiang Mingxi and exclaimed in shock, "This child's eyes look just like Jiang Mingxi's!"
[Damn, I didn't think so until Gao Le mentioned it, but now that Gao Le said it really does look like it!]
[Not only are the eyes similar, but the nose is also somewhat similar; it's like a smaller, lower-budget version of Jiang Mingxi.]
[To call a child "low-end" —Jiang Mingxi's fans are truly vicious! Like mother, like daughter.]
[Where did this piece of dog poop come from, mixing into this crowd?! Damn it! Go get your brain checked, what are you doing here acting crazy, you idiot!]
[Why, why is he dressed exactly like the doll in Jiang Mingxi's hand? This is too much of a coincidence.]
[This is obviously for the show! What are you all so shocked about?]
Before Gao Le could speak, Jiang Mingxi simply clenched the doll in her hand tightly. As soon as Gao Le said that—
Everyone knew perfectly well why they were here, and immediately everyone looked at Jiang Mingxi with serious expressions.
The child on the skateboard approached, gradually stopped, put one foot on the ground and the other on the skateboard, tilted his head and stared at them curiously.
I spotted the doll in Jiang Mingxi's hand at a glance.
The child's eyes lit up immediately, but with a shy look on his face, he didn't dare to go forward. His little eyes looked at Jiang Mingxi, then at the doll in his hand, then back at Jiang Mingxi.
Song Lan, standing behind Jiang Mingxi Jiang Mingxi, gently nudged her back with his large, warm hand. "Your doll and the child's clothes are the same. What a coincidence! Go say hello?"
[???]
[Why does Song Lan sound like she's coaxing a child?]
[After all, Jiang Mingxi's family just went through that ordeal, so she's probably not in a good mental state right now. It's normal to comfort her.]
[If you're not in a good mental state, don't come out. Wanting both ways, typical bitch.]
[Holy crap, whose dog is this? Zhang Lin, Jiang Mingle, Su Hui Ji Hanyu are all definitely dead, how come there's still a mad dog here mourning its master!]
"We, Xiaoxi, do what needs to be done and speak our minds without putting ourselves in a difficult position, right?"
Song Lan's voice was very soft, and the push on her back was also very light. Jiang Mingxi took a deep breath, picked up the baby, and stepped forward.
"Little friend, your clothes are so pretty, just like my doll's clothes." Jiang Mingxi bent over, one hand supporting her knee, the other waving the rag doll in her hand.
The child chuckled shyly, his front teeth showing through, revealing his innocent cuteness. His eyes were fixed on the rag doll in Jiang Mingxi's hand.
Jiang Mingxi, feigning innocence, asked the genuinely innocent child, "Did your mother buy you these clothes?"
The child shook his head.
A group of villagers who had gathered nearby laughed and said, "This is the uniform of our village kindergarten. All the children in the village who go to kindergarten there wear this. What a coincidence, it's the same as your clothes."
The speaker was an auntie.
Zhao Jiayuan looked surprised, "There's a kindergarten in the village?"
Chen Chong tugged at him speechlessly, "The village is different now than when you were a child. Just because there wasn't one in your village back then doesn't mean there isn't one now. Some of the larger villages now have kindergartens, and children from nearby villages with smaller populations can also come here."
[ Chen Chong is afraid my son will get scolded, hahaha, she's trying to cover for him.]
[This is something that would easily get me scolded, but my son probably didn't think before he said it.]
[I didn't know there were kindergartens in rural areas; there wasn't one in our village. My sister and I went straight into first grade.]
[It depends on the location. Our village had one, and it was a three-story building, very beautiful. The afternoon snacks there were also very good. I'm in the second year of junior high now, and I especially miss kindergarten.]
The auntie nodded with a smile, "That's exactly what he said. Our village is big, with many young people and children, so we set up a kindergarten in our village. Our kindergarten teachers are amazing; they can do everything, sing, and speak foreign languages."
The child looked up at the auntie, then at Jiang Mingxi. Perhaps because there were other villagers nearby, he mustered his courage and said in his childish voice, "Headmistress is amazing! Our clothes were made by Headmistress."
After exchanging a couple of words, the child lost interest in staying and rode off on his scooter.
Zhao Ke hurriedly asked, "Where did he go?"
The auntie laughed and said, "Going to kindergarten? Unlike in the city where you have to take your kids to school, we don't. The kids go by themselves in the morning. Anyway, we're all in the same village, so everyone can look after them."
Jiang Mingxi, keeping her thoughts to herself, inquired, "This child's eyes look just like mine; I guess his father or mother looks more like me."
The aunt looked closely into Jiang Mingxi's eyes, and after a while, shook her head with a smile, "His parents really don't resemble you as much as he does."
Standing next to the aunt was a woman in her fifties or sixties. The woman smiled and interjected, pointing at Jiang Mingxi and saying, "The kindergarten principal looks like this child."
The aunt looked at Jiang Mingxi again and nodded in agreement, "It really is true, the nose and eyes are quite similar."
Is the kindergarten principal the person Qianqian was talking about?
If she really is the mother, and she can be a kindergarten principal, then... she probably wasn't kidnapped, right?
Jiang Mingxi felt an urge to rush to the kindergarten to find out what was going on, but then breathed a slight sigh of relief.
The director quickly steered the conversation back to the script, instructing the guests to disperse among the villagers, "Five minutes have already passed. If you don't complete the task by then, don't complain about the punishment!"
"Following the group assignments we just made, Jiang Mingxi Song Lan are in one group, responsible for the east end of the village; Zhao Ke and Zhao Jiayuan are in charge of the west end of the village; Chen Chong Gao Le are in charge of the middle part."
"Let's take action now!"
Urged on by the director, the six guests paired up, grabbed the brooms distributed by the production team, and began their task.
Jiang Mingxi pointed in the direction the child had just left and asked her aunt, "I saw that child head this way. Is the kindergarten to the east?"
The aunt smiled and nodded, "Yes, at the far east."
[What exactly is Jiang Mingxi going to do? The show's task is to clean the villagers' yards, is he also going to clean the kindergarten?!]
[When you're cleaning a kindergarten, you're bound to interact with the kids a lot. This scheming dog is definitely trying to steal the spotlight. I'm speechless!]
[But I still feel like something's not quite right. Why are the kindergarten clothes the same as this doll's clothes? Oh my god, I'm so curious.]
[I already said it was part of the script.]
[Get lost! If this show had even a minute of scripted content since it started airing, the director would be laughing his head off.]