Tang Jinyu sat there, blinking: "It's snowing, does my brother play football too?"
Teacher Xia said with a smile: "Yes, he usually likes sports the most, and the school's playground will be cleaned up..." He coughed when he said this, and didn't go on.
Tang Jinyu reacted for a while, and then figured out that Teacher Xia was afraid that she would be sad to hear it.
After all, he is the only child in the whole Tongzilou who did not go to school when he was old.
Tang Jinyu actually thinks that he can go to kindergarten now. He is in good health now. He has no problem walking and eating. Although he still stutters in speaking, he can explain clearly if he speaks slowly. As for other aspects, he does not feel that he is any bad . But his parents wouldn't let him. In their eyes, Tang Jinyu is no different from a baby who just learned to walk. Chen Suling still takes him to work every day and puts it in a place where she can see it under her own eyes. This shows how much attention she attaches to it. .
Tang Jinyu refused to go after staying with her mother for a while.
He found a reason, "I want to stay and learn the piano with Teacher Xia."
Chen Suling was a little hesitant. She and her husband were a little worried at first when the child started playing the piano, but Teacher Xia was kind and patient. The child could sit on the piano bench for half an hour, which was better than they expected. But because she learned to play the piano and let the child out of her sight, Chen Suling still refused to agree, she bent down and coaxed: "Xiaoyu is obedient, go to work with mother first, you are not alone with mother, and there is no one to accompany you to eat. How lonely. ."
Tang Jinyu said, "Dad also eats alone."
Tang Hongjun was a little eager to try, and suggested: "Xiaoyu wants to come to accompany Dad? Dad also has a big office..."
Chen Suling interrupted him and said, "The people coming and going in your office will frighten the children. Xiaoyu recognizes people and has never met so many people. Don't make trouble."
Tang Gong did not dare to speak, and stood there looking at his son eagerly.
Chen Suling coaxed her for a long time, but she was bitten to death and refused to leave him at home alone. Finally, the little boy sitting on the sofa frowned for a while and nodded, "Okay then, I'll accompany my mother."
"That's right. Mom will let someone buy you a chocolate cake tomorrow, and you can eat it at noon."
She was probably a little bit fond of sweets when she was young, but Tang Jinyu didn't show much surprise. Before going to bed at night, she took the initiative to go to her little bed. When Chen Suling came to kiss his cheek, he reached out and hugged her. He whispered, "Mom, I've grown up."
The child's tone was very light, but when Chen Suling heard it, she felt as if her son had really given her a hug that could support her, she hugged the child and rubbed his cheek, "Well, the baby has grown up, sensible."
"Mom will grow up too. When I go to school in the future, my mother will eat alone."
He said it too seriously, like a little adult, Chen Suling laughed and nodded in response.
Turning off the lights at night, Chen Suling lay in bed for a long time and couldn't fall asleep. She kept thinking about what her son said. Her heart was like a small hand was pulling back and forth. One side wanted to let go, but the other side wanted to put the child away. Holding the ground tighter, the feeling of hanging up made her very uncomfortable.
With her eyes open almost until dawn, Chen Suling hesitated when she woke up the next day, but took her son to the company.
At the end of the year, she was busy with her work. She personally led people to several factories, stared at the workshop to complete the order, and finally dispatched all the goods within the final timeline. It's just that every time he went back, Tang Jinyu slept on the small sofa by himself, covered with a down jacket and blushed.
When the secretary saw her come in, she waved her hand as soon as she stood up, and asked him to continue his work. She slowly sat beside the sofa and stretched out her hand to cover her son's clothes.
There is a piece of chocolate cake on the small coffee table beside it, which is just the size of a palm.
No matter how much he likes and how delicious the food is, the child will not eat alone, either leave a cake for her, or put the candy in her pocket and give it to her father.
It seems that these things are more sweet when the whole family eats them separately.
Chen Suling felt that it was not the children who couldn't be separated from her now, but she could not be separated from him.
After going back that night, she told a story to put her son to sleep. Chen Suling and her husband discussed it for a while. Her tone was not as firm as at the beginning, and she hesitated: "Or, let Xiaoyu come back for the half-afternoon class. Bar?"
"how?"
"I'm usually busy in the afternoon, I have to go to the factory, and the spring clothes have to be stenciled. I don't worry, I have to watch it myself, so that I can have a meeting with the design department every morning, and I can stay in the company to accompany the children. Yu, I'll take him to dinner at noon, and then let the driver take him home." Chen Suling said for a while, and sighed first.
Tang Hongjun smiled and comforted her: "I think it's good, in fact, you are worried about the baby. He is much better now, but we can't worry about it. You left Xiaoyu in the company with the secretary. Now he wants to learn the piano, With Teacher Xia by your side, you should be more at ease."
"You're right, and it's still in your own home. Asking Teacher Xia to come here is an environment that Xiaoyu is familiar with. Practice slowly first. After all, he really wants to go to school in the future, and we can't accompany him every day."
The two of them talked well, but they tossed and turned at night, and neither of them slept well.
Although Tang Hongjun comforted his wife with his mouth, he hesitated even more. When he opened his eyes in the morning, he regretted it at the first sentence: "Why don't you take it with you, so that I can still call Xiaoyu..."
Chen Suling said: "There is also a phone at home, you just need to call."
Tang Hongjun said again: "Then why don't you wait for me to take a leave and spend the afternoon with him at home? This is the first time that Xiaoyu is not with us. ."
Chen Suling poked him on the forehead and laughed at him: "How did you comfort me yesterday?"
Tang Gong wanted to repay her debt, but Chen Suling was a person who kept her word. She acted faster than her husband thought, so she went to Teacher Xia on the same day. After obtaining Teacher Xia's consent, she chose the afternoon for him to give the children to her. having PIANO lessons.
On the first day, Tang Hongjun secretly asked for leave and came back. He lay down at the window of his house and watched for more than an hour. Seeing that his children were very comfortable with Teacher Xia, he felt sad for a while. He looked at it for a while, then went back to the work unit, but when he saw the picture of the child on the table, his heart softened, and he bought a toy train on the way home, which made him feel more comfortable.
Chen Suling thought of a place to go with him. On the way back, she went to the cake shop to buy a chocolate cake. This time, she didn't buy a small one, but bought the largest double-layer cake in the store, and brought it back to her son. .
Tang Jinyu did not expect to receive so many gifts, and was overjoyed.
He stepped to look at the cake on the table, watched his mother cut a very large piece and handed it over, shook his head and said, "Mom, I want another piece!"
Changed to Chen Suling's usual fear that he would eat too many sweets and damage his teeth, but today was an exception. She hadn't seen her son all afternoon. Now she would give everything she wanted, and she neatly cut a piece for him to put on the plate, and asked :"enough?"
Tang Jinyu nodded, took the plate with two cakes and went to the next door, happily giving it to Teacher Xia.
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The two families are close together, and Tang Jinyu has walked along the short corridor for some time, but she is familiar with it.
Tang Gong listened to his son knocking on the door next door, said ok to others, and muttered while sitting there.
Chen Suling was close, heard clearly, touched him with her arm and laughed, "Don't be ridiculous, you don't do good scientific research, what kind of piano grade ten?"
Mr. Xia is responsible and has a good temper. Tang Jinyu likes him very much, because he has an extra half afternoon to study, and after he has more contact with Mr. Xia, he will routinely praise him every night, and the most he says is " Teacher Xia can play any musical instrument."
Tang Hongjun and his wife have been neighbors with Teacher Xia for several years. What they know about him is only that he used to be a music teacher in a private school. The rest is not very clear. This semi-old house is also left by Teacher Xia's father. Yes, the old man used to work with Tang Gong in a design institute, but he is no longer there. The Xia family is thin, and only Xia Ye and his son have supported each other for so many years.
Tang Jinyu was taken care of by Teacher Xia, and the Tang family and his wife naturally repaid and took special care of them.
Tang Hongjun felt that his son had bothered Teacher Xia, and he also asked someone to find a cram school for famous teachers, intending to pay back some favors. After all, Xia Ye was going to prepare for high school after the new year and faced the problem of choosing a school.
Tang Gong enthusiastically talked to the father and son next door, but Xia Ye politely refused.
"Thank you Uncle Tang, I really don't need it, my grades are fine."
Tang Hongjun did his homework in advance and inquired about Xia Ye's grades. This nearby school for children's grades was average, and the number of people admitted to the experimental middle school was not many every year. Xia Ye's grades were in the top ten in the class, and the whole school ranked only in the middle and upper reaches. , just stepped on the edge of the position. He knew that a young man of Xia Ye's age had high self-esteem, and he said it euphemistically: "Xia Ye, there is an experimental teacher who gives supplementary lessons, and the exam papers are also the exam questions of the past years. Do more questions and get familiar with it, there is no harm. Why don't you go and listen to it A few lessons?"
Xia Ye still did not answer.
Teacher Xia also smiled and said, "I'll let you all follow along. Xia Ye is doing well here. As for which high school to go to, let him choose by himself."
Tang Hongjun had never brought any children, but he thought about his habit of dealing with his precious son, and he nodded, and said cheerfully, "It's okay, let them decide for themselves, just read and read, it's good everywhere. Okay, you can rest assured that high school is close to home."
The remedial class was not delivered, and Tang Hongjun troubled his father in the provincial capital to send some books. This time, it was Xia Ye’s favorite content, most of which were about programming. There were also two original English editions, both of which were not easy to get. information book.
Xia Ye liked this gift very much. After receiving the book, he brought a bag of fruit to thank him.
Tang Hongjun opened the door for him and took the fruit, smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's too polite, you can be a family, you don't have to be polite to your uncle in the future, just ask if you have anything to help."
Xia Ye smiled, "Thank you, Uncle Tang."
He took this sentence as a polite remark in his heart. Many people have said this to their father and son for so many years, but few really lend a helping hand when they encounter difficulties. There is a saying that is good, he doesn't blame those people, it's human nature.
But he did not expect that the words of the Tang family would be fulfilled so quickly.
It was approaching the Chinese New Year. The street outside was already very festive, with small red lanterns hanging everywhere, and the colorful lights on the street had already started to light up. Except for a few restaurants that were still open, many shops were already open. Closed and rested, all ready for the New Year.
Chen Suling went to the company to give benefits to the employees. In the afternoon, she specially asked the driver to prepare an extra copy to send to her home, intending to give Mr. Xia a gift that year.
It was also a coincidence. As soon as the driver arrived, he saw the child of their boss crying and knocking on the door in the corridor. When he saw him, he ran over from all the way. It was a little dirty, and the skin was broken on the hands, and blood beads were coming out.
The driver was startled and hurriedly threw his things down to look at him: "Xiaoyu, what's wrong? What happened?"
Tang Jinyu stuttered a little, panting heavily at the moment, she pointed her finger upstairs and cried, "Home, Teacher Xia... Uncle, help!"