After sang abcdefg for many days, Jiang Xiaoman finally knew how to sing.
She was so happy that she thought that she must sing it out loud next time and sing it to all the children! Let them all praise her for being smart!
But!
Her warm blood soon cooled down!
Because Mr. Yang said, I don't want to sing alphabet songs anymore, I have to take a handicraft class!
Although she practiced so hard for so long, she couldn't sing it out, and she couldn't let others praise her for her cleverness. But a child is a child, and is quickly attracted to unfamiliar words.
Yu Qingshi also told her about the handicraft class, but she hadn't attended it yet.
Jiang Xiaoman asked dumbly, "What is a handicraft class?"
Thinking that this child has not participated yet, and doesn't understand, Teacher Yang explained patiently: "It's just doing handicrafts, training the children's hands-on ability, and making things with the teacher."
"what to do?"
"Make flower baskets."
Soon Jiang Xiaoman knew what a handicraft class was.
Isn't it just to play.
This kind of skill, even if it doesn't need to be taught, children are born with it.
There is a tutorial for the flower basket, first find a discarded beverage bottle, cut it in half with scissors, then cut the bottle body into thin strips, and then string the colorful paper flowers on it, a beautiful little flower basket is ready.
It's really super simple!
This can't be difficult for Jiang Xiaoman. She followed Teacher Yang's instructions and worked hard to make flower baskets, but her hands-on ability couldn't keep up with her brain's thinking ability.
The brain says I'll do it, I'll do it, but the hands don't obey. After a class, the plastic bottle did not cut a few threads.
Of course, all the kids in the class are like that. Teacher Yang has long been accustomed to such scenes, and said very calmly: "It doesn't matter, go home and continue to do it. When it's done, show it to the teacher at school. Let's enjoy the fruits of labor together, okay?"
"good!!"
Children's voices should be one after another.
School is over.
When Jiang Xiaoman grabbed Yu Qing, he asked him, "Are you ready for the flower basket?"
In her heart, she wants to take Xiao Honghua, and Yu Qingshi is a competitor, she is here to spy on the enemy.
Yu Qingshi glanced at her and tightened his small schoolbag. He was afraid that she would pull out something strange again. He said absently, "Come on... By the way, my father is not at home. He has been very busy recently."
What are you telling her about this
Jiang Xiaoman scratched his head and thought about it. According to his usual life experience, he felt that Yu Qingshi might be lonely. After all, my grandmother was away from home, so she had to entrust her to the grandma next door.
So Jiang Xiaoman sent a friendly invitation: "Then you want to come to my house for dinner?"
"...No, thank you." Yu Qingshi explained quickly: "I mean, your uncle is also very busy, and I don't know when they will come back."
Yes, my uncle came home after a long time.
Jiang Xiaoman sniffed and wanted to cry a little.
She is always like this, tears fall as soon as she says it.
After saying goodbye to Yu Qingshi, Jiang Xiaoman and his grandma went home.
Uncle is still not at home today, and the two of them are a little lonely.
The city is always very quiet, Jiang Xiaoman found that she still misses the days in town occasionally.
"Xiaoman, do you have any homework to do?" Jiang Xiumei asked after dinner.
Jiang Xiaoman has been diligent recently. As soon as he gets home, he writes and draws, saying that he wants to learn some English alphabets. But not today, Jiang Xiumei is very curious.
"Yes, I want to make a flower basket." Jiang Xiaoman said, "It should be ready soon."
Jiang Xiumei looked at her and wanted to help her, but Jiang Xiaoman refused and had to do it herself.
After painstakingly cutting out long strips from the plastic bottle, Jiang Xiaoman began to make small paper flowers, and then string them on.
Finally done.
She made this by herself. Although the plastic bottles have different thicknesses and the paper flowers are not very neat, the more Jiang Xiaoman looked, the more satisfied he became and the more cute he felt. It was really a pretty little flower basket.
She felt that if she took this to kindergarten tomorrow, she would definitely get full marks!
Jiang Xiaoman took the flower basket with great care and went to kindergarten.
She felt that other children would only cry, and they must not have done it so fast and so well. After she waited for the other children to come out and be the last to appear, Teacher Yang would definitely shine.
As a result, waiting and waiting...
The child on the left took out a real hand-woven flower basket. Palm size, very delicate.
The child on the right took out a flower basket made of paper. The paper flowers were neatly folded, colorful and very beautiful.
The boy in front...
Even the flower basket that Zhang Xinhua took out contained a lot of candies and chocolates for decoration! It looks so cute! delicious! !
Woohoo! !
Jiang Xiaoman stared blankly, looked at it, and suddenly realized that she was the most simple, ugliest, and ugliest.
It's not good-looking at all, the color is not beautiful, and the shape is not good-looking!
Why don't the other kids follow the teacher's advice
Why are their flower baskets so beautiful! !
Jiang Xiaoman almost burst into tears.
After Teacher Yang finished collecting other people's flower baskets, it was finally Jiang Xiaoman's turn.
"Xiaoman, where's your homework?"
Jiang Xiaoman's mouth was flat, and he held the flower basket with trembling hands. Hesitating and hesitating, he could only cry: "I'm sorry Teacher Yang, I didn't bring it today, can I not pay it?"
Woohoo, she's so ugly! ! !
Teacher Yang smiled and said, "Of course you can, but Xiaoman must remember next time."
"good."
Jiang Xiaoman died of sadness.
Why are other children so skillful and so powerful
She worked so hard to make this ugly flower basket! !
When the get out of class was over, Jiang Xiaoman was lying on the desk, motionless, completely different from his usual lively appearance.
It was almost exactly the same as Yu Qingshi, who was usually silent.
She didn't chat with Yu Qingshi, but Yu Qingshi was not used to it, so he took the initiative to find her.
Standing in front of her desk, Yu Qingshi hesitated a few times and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"woo woo woo woo."
"why are you crying?"
"Woooooooooooo!!"
"… "
Yu Qingshi thought for a while, contacted what happened just now, and said, "You made the flower basket yourself, right? Me too."
"Eh?" Jiang Xiaoman cried.
Yu Qingshi added: "Other children have their parents to help."
That's why it's so beautiful, so beautiful.
Stupid Jiang Xiaoman doesn't understand this. That kind of handicraft, at first glance, is not something that children in the third class can do. Do you have to cry
Childish is dead.
Jiang Xiaoman wiped away his tears, and asked with sobs, "Can the parents still help in the handicraft class?"
"...That's ok." Yu Qingshi said with a guilty conscience.
He doesn't understand either. He does it all by himself.
Because his father is very busy and he has no mother, he can only do it by himself.
Although it's ugly every time, the teacher always gives him the first place.
Maybe adults' aesthetics are so strange. If you don't want to look good, you need to be ugly.
If Jiang Xiaoman had handed it in just now, he might be able to get the little red flower. But she is too stinky, and she refuses to hand in her homework if no one else is beautiful.
Jiang Xiaoman sniffed, stopped crying, and finally realized where he lost.
Last night, my grandma also asked to help, but Jiang Xiaoman refused. It turns out that it is only possible for adults to help! She remembered!
Jiang Xiaoman pointed to the next handicraft class to find the place of the first smart kid.
It's just that the handicraft class has been changed again. This time, there is no flower basket, but a clay figurine.
After returning home, Jiang Xiaoman asked eagerly, "Grandma, can you knead clay figurines?"
"You still teach people to play with mud in your kindergarten?"
"It's not playing with mud, it's kneading clay figurines, or... Kneading clay figurines!"
Jiang Xiumei doesn't like children playing in the mud, because the clothes are difficult to wash, and she usually tells Jiang Xiaoman not to go to dirty and smelly places, so Jiang Xiaoman's mud is not good.
"No, your uncle will." Jiang Xiumei said, "He grew up playing with mud."
"Oh-"
Jiang Xiaoman was thoughtful.
It was just that he was very distressed because his uncle was not at home and went back to town.
How is this going to help her do a handicraft class
Jiang Xiaoman took two cents and went to the small shop to make a phone call.
The home in the city didn't have a landline, so it was very difficult for them to contact Jiang Xing.
"Uncle." Jiang Xiaoman held the microphone and asked him, "When will you come back to help me with my handwork?"
"What?" Jiang Xing was very noisy at the mine, and his voice was a little inaudible.
"I said - when are you coming back to help me knead the clay figurines!!"
"I don't know how to pinch clay figures!"
"But grandma said you grew up playing with mud." Jiang Xiaoman's mouth slammed, and his heart was empty.
Her uncle was so busy that she couldn't accompany her. She was so sad.
"Other children have their parents to help with their handwork, but I don't have one." Jiang Xiaoman said with a crying voice, "Oh, but forget it, uncle, keep busy, I can do it alone."
Hearing the child's cry, Jiang Xing's conscience was overwhelmed.
He didn't want to be away from home every day, and he didn't want to go back to town at this time.
But Hong Xingguo and his son came over to make some trouble, and the team asked him to come back to deal with it, so he could only come back.
"Xiaoman, when will you hand in your handwork?"
"Tomorrow."
"Oh, then I'll go back tomorrow."
Uncle is so stupid, it will be too late tomorrow. Could she still squeeze a handful of mud before going to kindergarten
Just as he was about to refuse, Jiang Xing said, "I'll bring you a ready-made one, and I'll keep you in the first place."
Take first
Wow wow!
Jiang Xiaoman was happy again, clapped his little hands, and said that he was waiting for his uncle to come back.
After talking about the two cents, Jiang Xiaoman hung up the phone.
She can't pinch herself, but she can wait for her uncle to pinch people. She began to look forward to what kind of surprise her uncle would bring her tomorrow.
The next day, Jiang Xing got up early, especially rushing back from the town to send the children to school.
Sure enough, he brought a clay figurine back and covered it with a red cloth, the size of Jiang Xiaoman.
Jiang Xiaoman tried to hug, but couldn't hold it at all.
"what is this?"
"Secret." Jiang Xing said with a smile: "You'll know in a while, this time you will definitely take the first place. I promise, there is no such beautiful thing in the city. This is our baby, I brought it to you. ."
If it's a baby, Jiang Xiaoman nodded, let Jiang Xing send him and the clay figurine into the classroom, and then lifted the red cloth.
ho!
good guy!
Covered under the red cloth is a majestic and ferocious stone lion!
"Wow!!"
"Wow!!"
"Wow oh oh!!"
"!!!"
The children were stunned, Yu Qingshi was stunned, Teacher Yang was stunned, and Jiang Xiaoman was also stunned.