Wen Ai and Yue Xiao are not in the same interest class, but the class time is still the same. Grandma Wang has to watch the two little guys enter the Children's Palace with her own eyes every time, and then go for a walk nearby, and then go to the door after midnight Come pick someone up.
Yue Xiao's painting class ended early today. He carried a handbag of paint brushes and climbed up to the third floor with ding ding dong dong.
In the physique room, the dance teacher had just demonstrated Latin dance movements for two people to the children, played drum music with a clear rhythm, and asked them to practice for five minutes by themselves.
Wen Ai was standing at the very edge of the first row. As soon as Yue Xiao approached the door, he and Miao Miao saw him and Miao Miao facing each other, holding hands and twisting their waists and swinging their hips.
Yue Xiao unconsciously tightened the door frame, causing the army green paint flakes to fall down.
After class, Wen Ai walked out with Miao Miao sweating, and walked downstairs on her own without saying hello when she saw Yue Xiao.
Yue Xiao followed him, took out a handkerchief and passed it from the side: "Wipe it."
Wen Ai lowered his eyelids to take a look, then turned his head and continued chatting with Miao Miao.
In the evening, An's father took Wen Ai into the bathroom to take a bath, Yue Xiao ran to the balcony and told An's mother that he also wanted to learn ballroom dancing.
"Why do you suddenly want to learn to dance?" An's mother was drying the clothes, unrolling the twisted shirt, shaking the water, and supporting it with a hanger, "I heard from the teacher that you are very talented in painting, maybe you can learn a road."
"Today I saw my younger brother in class outside the classroom. He danced so beautifully. I also want to learn." Yue Xiao took out two bamboo clips from the paper box on the stool and handed them to An's mother. Practice hard on your own."
"So good, you know how to help me." Mother An touched Yue Xiao's head, took the bamboo clip, and clamped it to the shoulder line of the shirt, "If you want to learn, learn, tomorrow I will talk to the teacher in the Cultural Palace. "
"Thank you mom!" Yue Xiao laughed, "I'm sorry to trouble you!"
Yue Xiao was so grateful that he almost bowed again. An's mother felt that this child was really sensible, but he was too cynical.
She bent down and kissed Yue Xiao's cheek, and said with a smile: "It's okay, don't be polite to mom."
"Okay..." Yue Xiao embarrassedly touched his face.
The number of students enrolled in the national standard dance class was an even number. During the practice, the students were in pairs, and no one was left alone.
After Wen Ai, an unplanned transfer student, came, the teacher added him to Miao Miao's group, and the three children took turns as dance partners, but Miao Miao and Wen Ai had a good relationship, and they forgot about the other little fat man during practice. The back of his head was lost, the little fat man felt neglected, and once sat on the ground and cried.
It's all right now, when Yue Xiao came, the teacher happened to make him and Wen Ai a pair, the little fat man held Miao Miao's hand, smiling until his eyes were squeezed by the fat.
"Shall we start?" Yue Xiao stood in front of Wen Ai nervously, "Do you want to dance the male step or the female step?"
Wen Ai stared at him: "Of course it's a male step!"
Yue Xiao nodded: "Okay, listen to you."
The cassette recorder in front of the physique room was playing warm and cheerful dance music, Wen Ai pouted with an unhappy face, and he didn't expect him to take the initiative. Yue Xiao wiped his trousers with his hand hanging by his side, slowly stretched it out, and carefully took Wen Ai's hand.
Yue Xiao is taller than Wen Ai. During this period of time, he has kept up with his nutrition, and he has grown some flesh. He is no longer the skinny match before.
Wen Ai danced with him with a small body, and the more she danced, the harder she danced, especially when she was turning around, she almost tripped herself to the ground. Yue Xiao apologized to him in embarrassment, no matter how unreasonable Wen Ai was, he couldn't accuse him of being too tall, so he hummed childishly, turning his face away and refusing to dance with him again.
Among the children jumping happily in the room, these two were the only ones sticking straight like chopsticks. The dance teacher came over and asked them to switch after asking about the situation, and let Yue Xiao do the male step.
With the teacher watching, Wen Ai could only reluctantly dance with Yue Xiao again, and the effect was unexpectedly good.
Yue Xiao was a master, he led Wen Ai in a circle, and flew up smoothly.
The dance teacher was so satisfied that the corners of his mouth turned up. He clapped his hands to make the other children stop, and pulled Wen Ai and Yue Xiao into the middle to demonstrate, asking them to set an example for everyone.
After setting this example for half a year, Wen Ai and Yue Xiao got used to it, and they couldn't jump the male step anymore.
There is a school for the children of migrant workers near the area where the knitting factory belongs. People who live in this area know what level it is. The business of Anfu’s restaurant is also stable now, and they can spare time to pick up and drop off their children. The young couple discussed it. I sent my two sons to a key primary school three stations away from home.
The head teacher learned that Yue Xiao and Wen Ai were brothers, and arranged them to be at the same table when they were assigned seats. Wen Ai was very unhappy, ran to the podium, took a piece of chalk back, and stroked it vertically on Yue Xiao's desk—
"Whoever crosses the 38th line is a puppy!"
This line is not fair at all, Wen Ai monopolizes most of the country, Yue Xiao looked at his raised chin, nodded, and kindly gave him a third of his territory .
The little boy in the front row was attracted by the commotion of the two, turned around and glanced at them, and then couldn't turn back.
Children are pure-minded, and they only look at faces when making friends.
"Hey! Hello, my name is Luo Dongdong." Luo Dongdong held a self-rolled hair, "Let's be good friends!"
"Dongdong?" Wen Ai tilted his head, "Dongdong in winter or Dongdong in the east?"
"I have both." Luo Dongdong took out his language document, turned to the title page, and pointed to the oversized square characters in the middle, "Look, isn't the front and the back very special?"
Wen Ai thought this little autobiographical paper was quite interesting, so he reported his family background and said, "My name is An Jun!"
"Oh~~" Luo Dongdong pointed his index finger up, "I know, 'jun' means a soldier."
"No wonder!" Wen Ai took out his draft book, grabbed a pencil and drew a circle on the word "Yun" on the cover, "This is what Qingzhu means."
Children who are only in the first grade can only know a few simple characters at most. Where have they seen so many strokes? Luo Dongdong looked at it for a long time before nodding: "Well, I remember it."
Yue Xiao sat beside him without interrupting, Luo Dongdong raised his chin at him: "What about you, what's your name?"
"My name is Yue Xiao." Yue Xiao wrote his name on the white paper, turned 180 degrees, and faced Luo Dongdong, "'Xiao' stands for a good horse and a good horse."
Wen Ai and Yue Xiao belonged to both bamboo and horses, which sounded very compelling. Luo Dongdong was not to be outdone, and forcibly explained: "My name also has meaning! It's... a winter thing!"
"Pfft—" Wen Ai laughed out loud, subconsciously turned his head and looked at Yue Xiao, his eyes were full of smiles.
This was the first time Wen Ai showed a smile to Yue Xiao. Although it was due to someone else's blessing, Yue Xiao was still very happy, the flowers in his heart bloomed one after another, and the corners of his mouth were raised.
Luo Dongdong is a good learner, seeing the two of them smiling, he scratched the curly hair on the back of his head, and grinned in delight.
The three children looked at each other and giggled like crazy.
Since going to school, Wen Ai and Yue Xiao didn't continue to attend interest classes, but Miao Miao persevered, and became another pair of best dance partners with Little Fatty after them.
Miao Miao and Little Fatty were also the richest ones in the family, and their parents looked down on the children's school next to the family area, so they sent them to this key elementary school where Wen Ai and Yue Xiao attended.
On New Year's Day, the school held a report performance. Miao Miao and Little Fatty were selected to dance Latin dance. After several weeks of rehearsal, they will perform in a few programs. Miao Miao accidentally sprained her ankle and her ankle was swollen. The old Gao couldn't move a bit.
The planning teacher was running around in the backstage in a hurry. The leaders from the district were sitting under the stage, and the program list had already been sent over. If the program was temporarily withdrawn at this moment, it would give people a bad impression of incompetence.
As soon as Miao Miao heard this, she immediately told the exemplary deeds of Wen Ai and Yue Xiao in the interest class. The planning teacher felt that there was something interesting about it, so she went to the auditorium and pulled out Wen Ai and Yue Xiao, two life-saving straws .
The planning teacher briefly explained the current situation with a speed so fast that it made people's minds stupefied. The backstage was noisy and chaotic. Wen Ai was in a fog, and before he could react, he was pushed into the changing room.
Wen Ai shook off the performance costume that the teacher gave him, a bellyband made of red gauze, with only one strap on the whole back, and a super short gauze skirt that would fly up to show off his underwear when he twirled around.
Latin dancers on TV all wear this, but they are women, and now this costume is in Wen Ai's hands—
Well, nothing wrong.
Wen Ai began to take off his sweater: "System, why did I feel that when the teacher spoke just now, he was so irresistible?"
System: "Of course, the kid in the first grade will do whatever the teacher says."
Wen Ai took off his long clothes and long trousers: "But my soul is not a brat, is it?"
The system imitated his tone: "But your mind is affected by the age of your body."
Wen Ai: "... I really want to hit you."
System: "Then you come."
Wen Ai: "..."
After changing into the costumes, the teacher in charge of makeup pushed Wen Ai and Yue Xiao onto the small bench, and after a toss, their faces were painted redr than a monkey's buttocks, and there was a dot between their eyebrows with lipstick .
In addition, Wen Ai also got an extra big red flower, not the kind that is pinned on his chest as a reward, but a pure decoration that looks beautiful when clipped in his hair.
Before going on stage, Wen Ai looked down at his attire—
Once this setting is accepted, the sense of disobedience seems to die by itself.
Wen Ai was used to demonstrating in front of the whole class in the past, and she developed the courage to perform on stage now, without being nervous at all.
On the other hand, Yue Xiao was obviously showing timidity, his eyes looked down unconfidently, and he almost misplaced several times.
But actually, Yue Xiao's face was a little red, but with that thick blusher covering him, Wen Ai, who was closest to him, was concealed from him.
The basic movements of Latin dance require twisting the waist and swinging the hips, and the dancer needs to straighten his legs frequently, stretching them out to show off from time to time. Yue Xiao used to dance with Wen Ai in class, and his hands, feet, and feet were covered tightly by normal underwear. Now Wen Ai suddenly put on a little girl's dance skirt and stood opposite him, straightening her white and thin legs—
Yue Xiao's eyes drifted straight down, and he couldn't control it no matter what.
Backstage, Wen Ai took off the big red flower on her head, and kept scolding Yue Xiao: "You can dance such a basic set of dances like this, it's really a waste of paying tuition for the Cultural Palace!"
In this day and age, air conditioning has not yet been popularized. On a frosty day in January, even though Wen Ai was sweating all over, when he stopped now, goose bumps immediately appeared on his back, and his voice trembled a little.
Yue Xiao picked up the big padded jacket next to him and wrapped it around him: "Go and change quickly, don't catch a cold."
"Don't change the subject." Wen Ai wrapped his hands around the neckline to prevent the padded jacket from slipping off, and squinted at Yue Xiao, "If I hadn't supported you just now, you would definitely have made a fool of yourself, do you believe it?"
Yue Xiao helped him open the cloth curtain of the dressing room and pushed him in, followed his intention and nodded: "I didn't dance as well as you did."
"Hmph, your flattery is really low-level."
No matter what Yue Xiao said, Wen Ai could always pick the bones from the eggs, but after Yue Xiao was separated by a curtain, Wen Ai still curled up her mouth proudly.
In fact, Yue Xiao's performance was not as bad as Wen Ai's. At best, they didn't reach their previous level, but when they were put in front of the audience, the two still received a lot of praise.
These days, adults are too busy filling their stomachs to take care of their children's extracurricular education. Although it is a key elementary school, talented students are still relatively rare.
After Wen Ai and Yue Xiao made faces for the class once, the head teacher would often praise them, saying that they were the golden and jade twins of class three a year.
The teacher described it very aptly, but the little kids in the class are more self-indulgent. After watching the New Year's Day performance, they follow Yue Xiao every day and call class grass, catch Wen Ai and call class flower.
Wen Ai corrected them very solemnly, but it was useless to say it. He turned around and waved his hands and shouted again. His voice went out of the classroom. The other students in the corridor heard it, and ran to the door of the classroom to probe their brains. to find out what's going on.
Wen Ai didn't want to see Yue Xiao anymore, and returned to his seat angrily, put his hands on Yue Xiao's desk and pushed it out, and the two desks were separated, leaving a wide section in the middle.
Wen Ai said arrogantly: "This is the new 38th parallel, without my permission, you are not allowed to push the table back!"
Yue Xiao was angered for no reason, but he was not angry at all, he just nodded and said yes, and he endured this innocent disaster.
Seeing that he was acting like a normal person, Wen Ai suffocated in his heart, lay down on the table, and sulked himself.
Yue Xiao looked at the back of his head, thinking that his younger brother was very cute when he lost his temper. He took out the big white rabbit toffee from his pocket, stretched out his hand and crossed the 38th line, and gently put the big white rabbit on the little white rabbit. rabbit on the table.